Chapter 11: Chloe's visit to dreamland
Her peaceful slumber was interrupted by the door opening and making a small noise, her lids rose sleepily. She realised she should be at least a bit worried, but she wasn't, and that freaked her out a little. She knew who it was, she could smell him. Not that he smelled bad, far from it. He smelled like himself, wealth, power, and for some reason, newly cut grass. She strained to see him in the darkness, she saw the outline of his body, moving slowly yet purposely towards her in the darkness. She breathed in sharply, where she had once been cold, she was hot in grip of his hands, now lying in a shameless tangle of limbs. She just lay there while male hands roamed expertly over every inch of skin now bare from any coverage. She arched and moaned as his tantalisingly soft hands skimmed over the swell of her breasts, her nipples tightening instantly into almost painful sensitivity.
She dragged him down hungrily onto her in the darkness and virtually crashed into collision with his hot, hard, sweet, devouring mouth. She was in a whirlwind of fire which engulfed her deliciously, she quivered and writhed below the weight of his sinewy body, allowing him to touch her in places she daren't think about around her father in case he read her thoughts and grounded her for a decade. She heard the groans coming from his mouth in rough bursts, contained one minute and out of control the next, sending heat between her legs, which she pushed up against him rather urgently. Both became desperate in their movements, sweaty skin met sweaty skin in a slow, grinding motion, making the two call out words which made no sense to either of them, but needed to be said to release some of their sexual frustration slowly building up.
"Here we are on KP-BL, the station where we play non-stop hits, all d-" The DJ's annoying voice interrupted her dream in the most irritating way possible, wanting to get back to her dream she grabbed the alarm radio and threw it forcefully against the wall, shattering it into twenty pieces.
"Honey, what was that? Are you up yet?" All possibilities of going back to sleep were erased when her dad's voice called up to her.
"I'm up" she said grumpily, heading towards the bathroom.
She shed her clothes and turned on the shower, once she had adjusted it to her desired heat she stepped into it, enjoying the heat which turned her skin slightly pink. She picked up her favourite shampoo and began to lather it into her scalp. What was happening to her? She was out of control, any time she saw him she just wanted to tear that expensive shirt right off him, the one he always wore, the blue one. Chloe could feel her mouth fill up with saliva at the memory of him in that ocean blue shirt, she loved the way it felt below her fingertips and the way it brought out his eyes, god if he was here right now...what was happening to her?
How could a simple thing like a shirt turn her on so much? She ran her hands over her stomach and gasped slightly when her hand accidentally touched her sensitive area, she pulled her hand away and began rinsing out the suds in her hair. She had to stay in control, at Lana's party they had made the huge mistake of kissing where anyone could see them, thankfully it was Whitney, he wouldn't tell anyone unless he was asked. It's a well known fact that Whitney Fordman is the worst liar (Unless he's under the influence of mind controlling Krypto-mutants, but that's another story). Realising she had been day-dreaming long enough for the water to go cold, she hopped out and wrapped a towel around herself, she hurried and changed into her school attire and when she looked at her watch she realised she was fifteen minutes off schedule.
"Dad!" she said, going down the steps two in one go "I'm late!"
"Here" he said, handing her a thermos "You can drink it on the way"
"Thanks dad!" she said, planting a kiss on his cheek and running out the door. She came out just in time to see the bus leaving, she broke into a run
"Wait!" she yelled, trying to juggle her bag and the thermos of coffee without dropping either, but it was hopeless "Fuck" she whined, beginning the agonisingly long walk to school. It wasn't until she noticed the limousine trailing silently behind her, she quickened her pace and the vehicle met her speed.
"I know Lex Luthor, and he'll kill you" she shouted over her shoulder.
"No, he'll probably get someone else to do it" Lex's smooth voice replied, Chloe spun around.
"Lex!" she said, startled. He climbed out of the door and Chloe noticed he was wearing that shirt. The blue one.
"Do you want a ride or not?" he asked impatiently, holding the door open for her. She nodded and walked up to him.
"How did you know I need a ride?" she asked as she slid into the soft leather chair
"I told you, I'm psychic" he said, closing the door before she could reply.
"How did you really know?" she asked, the reporter in her kicking in.
He looked a little uneasy and she loved that she could do that to him "I was going to offer you a ride any way, I dropped by but you weren't there"
Her eyes widened "You spoke to my dad?"
"God no, I looked through your window" Chloe laughed.
"What if I was changing, you scumbag!" she said, swatting him on the arm.
"I wouldn't have minded" he shrugged, causing her to laugh more. She was laughing and he was staring at her, then out of nowhere he leaned in and kissed her softly on the cheek. Her skin tingled where his lips had been and she thought it was the sweetest thing she had ever felt, she looked at him and he seemed embarrassed, that almost caused her to begin a new round of laughter, after all they'd been through you would have thought he'd be past being embarrassed. Chloe realised how cute he was, sitting there all nervous, looking at his hands, wearing that blue shirt...she climbed on top of him and kissed him with all she had. Her hair was hanging over his and her face, but she couldn't be bothered to pushed it away. For the first time she ran her nails over his bare scalp, he paused at the unfamiliar contact, but she continued to touch there slowly and sensuously, and he finally relaxed. She loved the feeling of his skin, she just wanted to touch all over all the time, she was obsessed with it. He tugged at her shirt, trying to lift it over her head without breaking their lips apart. This was impossible so Chloe moved back and pulled it over off her and threw it carelessly to the side. Lex's hands who had been resting on her hips now massaged over her ribcage and on the underside of her breasts, that's what she loved about Lex, his hands had to be touching her body all the time, her hands, her arms, her backside... wait, did she say love?
"Lex I don't think we should mmmmm" she stopped complaining as he cupped her scantily clad breasts, he liked to bite her as well, which scared her, but it also thrilled her. She already located three hickeys on various areas of her neck and shoulder, she tried to cover them up with face powder, but all to no avail. They stood out like eggplants on a veggie stand, y'know with all the green vegetables...lets just say they stood out, she just hoped no one would notice.
"Lex" she breathed, realising they had been immobile for quite some time "We're at the school"
He stopped reluctantly, allowing her to get off him "I'll pick you up" he said hopefully, she grinned apologetically "I'm working late at the Torch, I'll see you later" she said, kissing him quickly on the lips before hopping out of the car.
Her peaceful slumber was interrupted by the door opening and making a small noise, her lids rose sleepily. She realised she should be at least a bit worried, but she wasn't, and that freaked her out a little. She knew who it was, she could smell him. Not that he smelled bad, far from it. He smelled like himself, wealth, power, and for some reason, newly cut grass. She strained to see him in the darkness, she saw the outline of his body, moving slowly yet purposely towards her in the darkness. She breathed in sharply, where she had once been cold, she was hot in grip of his hands, now lying in a shameless tangle of limbs. She just lay there while male hands roamed expertly over every inch of skin now bare from any coverage. She arched and moaned as his tantalisingly soft hands skimmed over the swell of her breasts, her nipples tightening instantly into almost painful sensitivity.
She dragged him down hungrily onto her in the darkness and virtually crashed into collision with his hot, hard, sweet, devouring mouth. She was in a whirlwind of fire which engulfed her deliciously, she quivered and writhed below the weight of his sinewy body, allowing him to touch her in places she daren't think about around her father in case he read her thoughts and grounded her for a decade. She heard the groans coming from his mouth in rough bursts, contained one minute and out of control the next, sending heat between her legs, which she pushed up against him rather urgently. Both became desperate in their movements, sweaty skin met sweaty skin in a slow, grinding motion, making the two call out words which made no sense to either of them, but needed to be said to release some of their sexual frustration slowly building up.
"Here we are on KP-BL, the station where we play non-stop hits, all d-" The DJ's annoying voice interrupted her dream in the most irritating way possible, wanting to get back to her dream she grabbed the alarm radio and threw it forcefully against the wall, shattering it into twenty pieces.
"Honey, what was that? Are you up yet?" All possibilities of going back to sleep were erased when her dad's voice called up to her.
"I'm up" she said grumpily, heading towards the bathroom.
She shed her clothes and turned on the shower, once she had adjusted it to her desired heat she stepped into it, enjoying the heat which turned her skin slightly pink. She picked up her favourite shampoo and began to lather it into her scalp. What was happening to her? She was out of control, any time she saw him she just wanted to tear that expensive shirt right off him, the one he always wore, the blue one. Chloe could feel her mouth fill up with saliva at the memory of him in that ocean blue shirt, she loved the way it felt below her fingertips and the way it brought out his eyes, god if he was here right now...what was happening to her?
How could a simple thing like a shirt turn her on so much? She ran her hands over her stomach and gasped slightly when her hand accidentally touched her sensitive area, she pulled her hand away and began rinsing out the suds in her hair. She had to stay in control, at Lana's party they had made the huge mistake of kissing where anyone could see them, thankfully it was Whitney, he wouldn't tell anyone unless he was asked. It's a well known fact that Whitney Fordman is the worst liar (Unless he's under the influence of mind controlling Krypto-mutants, but that's another story). Realising she had been day-dreaming long enough for the water to go cold, she hopped out and wrapped a towel around herself, she hurried and changed into her school attire and when she looked at her watch she realised she was fifteen minutes off schedule.
"Dad!" she said, going down the steps two in one go "I'm late!"
"Here" he said, handing her a thermos "You can drink it on the way"
"Thanks dad!" she said, planting a kiss on his cheek and running out the door. She came out just in time to see the bus leaving, she broke into a run
"Wait!" she yelled, trying to juggle her bag and the thermos of coffee without dropping either, but it was hopeless "Fuck" she whined, beginning the agonisingly long walk to school. It wasn't until she noticed the limousine trailing silently behind her, she quickened her pace and the vehicle met her speed.
"I know Lex Luthor, and he'll kill you" she shouted over her shoulder.
"No, he'll probably get someone else to do it" Lex's smooth voice replied, Chloe spun around.
"Lex!" she said, startled. He climbed out of the door and Chloe noticed he was wearing that shirt. The blue one.
"Do you want a ride or not?" he asked impatiently, holding the door open for her. She nodded and walked up to him.
"How did you know I need a ride?" she asked as she slid into the soft leather chair
"I told you, I'm psychic" he said, closing the door before she could reply.
"How did you really know?" she asked, the reporter in her kicking in.
He looked a little uneasy and she loved that she could do that to him "I was going to offer you a ride any way, I dropped by but you weren't there"
Her eyes widened "You spoke to my dad?"
"God no, I looked through your window" Chloe laughed.
"What if I was changing, you scumbag!" she said, swatting him on the arm.
"I wouldn't have minded" he shrugged, causing her to laugh more. She was laughing and he was staring at her, then out of nowhere he leaned in and kissed her softly on the cheek. Her skin tingled where his lips had been and she thought it was the sweetest thing she had ever felt, she looked at him and he seemed embarrassed, that almost caused her to begin a new round of laughter, after all they'd been through you would have thought he'd be past being embarrassed. Chloe realised how cute he was, sitting there all nervous, looking at his hands, wearing that blue shirt...she climbed on top of him and kissed him with all she had. Her hair was hanging over his and her face, but she couldn't be bothered to pushed it away. For the first time she ran her nails over his bare scalp, he paused at the unfamiliar contact, but she continued to touch there slowly and sensuously, and he finally relaxed. She loved the feeling of his skin, she just wanted to touch all over all the time, she was obsessed with it. He tugged at her shirt, trying to lift it over her head without breaking their lips apart. This was impossible so Chloe moved back and pulled it over off her and threw it carelessly to the side. Lex's hands who had been resting on her hips now massaged over her ribcage and on the underside of her breasts, that's what she loved about Lex, his hands had to be touching her body all the time, her hands, her arms, her backside... wait, did she say love?
"Lex I don't think we should mmmmm" she stopped complaining as he cupped her scantily clad breasts, he liked to bite her as well, which scared her, but it also thrilled her. She already located three hickeys on various areas of her neck and shoulder, she tried to cover them up with face powder, but all to no avail. They stood out like eggplants on a veggie stand, y'know with all the green vegetables...lets just say they stood out, she just hoped no one would notice.
"Lex" she breathed, realising they had been immobile for quite some time "We're at the school"
He stopped reluctantly, allowing her to get off him "I'll pick you up" he said hopefully, she grinned apologetically "I'm working late at the Torch, I'll see you later" she said, kissing him quickly on the lips before hopping out of the car.