Chapter 13: More
Prologue (For chapter 13)
There was something different about her, he knew that. He watched her from the corner of the Talon, sipping his mocha with vanilla foam. He was aware of the moustache it caused and he licked it off slowly, keeping his eyes on Chloe. She had this thing different about her that was hard to place, she kept at her routine though, like every normal day, but she always seemed preoccupied with something obviously a lot more entertaining.
He knew that look on her face, she was pretending to read a huge book entitled 'Encyclopedia Britannica', but her eyes never moved from the crease down the middle, she always stayed on the same page, and the book was upside down, that was a dead give away that ruined her facade. He enjoyed watching Chloe, knowing she wasn't looking at him so he could observe her openly. There always seemed to be something going on in that pretty little head of hers and various expressions flitted across her face, betraying her thoughts because she assumed she was going unnoticed.
Pete tried to recognise her demeanour, she had a glow, a glow that was once stifled by a clueless farm boy who will go unnamed, but now it glared off her like she was drenched in luminous paint. Chloe didn't know how much she had changed, otherwise she would have wiped that silly grin off her face and tried to think about something depressing.
Don't get him wrong, he loves Chloe like a sister, and he only wants to see her happy, but he has a vague memory of what that smile on her face and the glazing of her eyes represented, he knows he wont like it one bit, but he just can't put his finger on it. It was swirling around in his mind, all he had to do is combine the nonsensical words into a valid sentence and bingo, he would have it. But truthfully, he was afraid at what he would find out. Pete decided to stop watching her, he felt like he was about to uncover a treasure he didn't want to find, so he cleared his throat and made his way over to his friend.
"Hi Chloe" he said, trying to snap her out of her train of thoughts.
"Oh, hey Pete" she smiled.
"How's the book?" he asked, nodding towards the encyclopedia in her hands.
"It's good" she shrugged, pretending to return to reading it.
"Is it? It's also upside down" Pete pointed out, now sitting himself next to Chloe.
"Oh" she grinned sheepishly and her cheeks turned pink. She put the book down and closed, not bothering to pretend any more.
"What were you thinking about?" Chloe sighed, Pete knew her too well.
"Nothing really" he shook his head, not believing her at all.
"C'mon Chloe, spill" he prodded, nudging her gently with his elbow. Chloe seemed preoccupied as she partook in an inner battle. Pete saw the familiar expressions and realised she was debating with herself whether or not to tell him.
"It's nothing Pete" she insisted, picking at her nails. His eyes widened.
"It's a guy!" Chloe's eyes met his too quickly and he knew he hit the nail right smack on the head "Who is it?" he grimaced, trying not to imagine Chloe in any kind of relationship with the male species past friendship.
"Nobody!" she said loudly, a few eyes turned to them before returning back to where they were before.
"There's no one Pete, I swear" she lied, almost cringing at the way the lie slid easily off her tongue.
"If you're sure" he said, patting her shoulder gently.
She gave him a one armed hug and laughed nervously "I'm sure"
*~*
"You such a dick!" she shouted, pushing him
"Well, it's true isn't it?" he said fiercely, sipping his drink.
"You have no fucking clue what you're on about!" Chloe spat, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I see the way you look at him, you want him!" Lex said angrily, referring to Clark.
"If I did want him, which I don't, what's it got to do with you anyway, I thought this was just a physical thing?" she said, using the now overused sentence.
He shrugged, biting the inside of his cheek. What was it to do with him? She could sleep with Clark if she wanted to, even though the very thought made him sick to his stomach. So what if he wanted her to himself, that was natural. He should walk out the room, tell her when to come over again when they're both not so emotional. He hadn't intended to kiss her, it was an involuntary reaction. But there was something so right about kissing her, something surreal, and that scared the hell out of him. But there was no way he could let go of her now, that was no longer an option.
She tasted like toothpaste, coffee, and some indescribable taste that was uniquely Chloe. Angling his face over hers he felt his brain shut down, he brought her closer and rocked her gently against his erection. It didn't help that she continued doing so after he stopped, it also didn't help that she pushed him so he landed on the bed behind him. One slight tug was all it took to tumble her on top of him. Neither of them pretended it was an accident. He wanted her there. She wanted to be there.
His hand pressed down along her spine, pushing her against his torso. She wiggled impatiently against him and ground his teeth together, he was trying to take it slow with her, and she wasn't making it any easier. She moved up and down his body, not breaking the kiss. Chloe ripped his shirt down the front, ignoring the popping noise of the buttons flying all directions. She yearned to feel his 'way to smooth to be real' skin under her callused hands, she knew this sounded perverted and animalistic, but she loved biting him. He would always make the same noise which indicated his enjoyment. The hot throb between her legs was pounding wildly as she pushed up against him, desperate for him to be inside of her like she dreamed. By that time she was under him with her legs wrapped around him like a pair of boa-constrictors, and he was grinding into her, sooner than he expected, rougher than he intended. He was inside her and she met him halfway, hot, damp and eager.
Lex loved it this way, no messing around, no slow beginning, just straight out fucking. Crude sex, it was so good. He continued to pound into her, all pretence and control shot to hell. She moaning, pleading, shouting in his ear, and a voice he hardly recognised as his own was moaning, pleading, and shouting back. He never shouted. No matter how good it was, he was always careful to hang onto that last vestige of self control. He lost it, totally lost it. He felt her hot, slick passage tighten around him causing unbearable pleasure, he screamed out at the beautiful feeling
"Oh god" she cried out as she bit into his shoulder, feeling her own orgasm ripple through her body in an almost painful sensation. He collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged. She just lay there, enjoying his familiar weight.
"Now I know what they say about blowfish" he croaked, rolling off her. She felt cold without him, but she said nothing and just smiled.
"I love you" she said quietly
"What?"
"Nothing" she sighed, going to sleep.
Prologue (For chapter 13)
There was something different about her, he knew that. He watched her from the corner of the Talon, sipping his mocha with vanilla foam. He was aware of the moustache it caused and he licked it off slowly, keeping his eyes on Chloe. She had this thing different about her that was hard to place, she kept at her routine though, like every normal day, but she always seemed preoccupied with something obviously a lot more entertaining.
He knew that look on her face, she was pretending to read a huge book entitled 'Encyclopedia Britannica', but her eyes never moved from the crease down the middle, she always stayed on the same page, and the book was upside down, that was a dead give away that ruined her facade. He enjoyed watching Chloe, knowing she wasn't looking at him so he could observe her openly. There always seemed to be something going on in that pretty little head of hers and various expressions flitted across her face, betraying her thoughts because she assumed she was going unnoticed.
Pete tried to recognise her demeanour, she had a glow, a glow that was once stifled by a clueless farm boy who will go unnamed, but now it glared off her like she was drenched in luminous paint. Chloe didn't know how much she had changed, otherwise she would have wiped that silly grin off her face and tried to think about something depressing.
Don't get him wrong, he loves Chloe like a sister, and he only wants to see her happy, but he has a vague memory of what that smile on her face and the glazing of her eyes represented, he knows he wont like it one bit, but he just can't put his finger on it. It was swirling around in his mind, all he had to do is combine the nonsensical words into a valid sentence and bingo, he would have it. But truthfully, he was afraid at what he would find out. Pete decided to stop watching her, he felt like he was about to uncover a treasure he didn't want to find, so he cleared his throat and made his way over to his friend.
"Hi Chloe" he said, trying to snap her out of her train of thoughts.
"Oh, hey Pete" she smiled.
"How's the book?" he asked, nodding towards the encyclopedia in her hands.
"It's good" she shrugged, pretending to return to reading it.
"Is it? It's also upside down" Pete pointed out, now sitting himself next to Chloe.
"Oh" she grinned sheepishly and her cheeks turned pink. She put the book down and closed, not bothering to pretend any more.
"What were you thinking about?" Chloe sighed, Pete knew her too well.
"Nothing really" he shook his head, not believing her at all.
"C'mon Chloe, spill" he prodded, nudging her gently with his elbow. Chloe seemed preoccupied as she partook in an inner battle. Pete saw the familiar expressions and realised she was debating with herself whether or not to tell him.
"It's nothing Pete" she insisted, picking at her nails. His eyes widened.
"It's a guy!" Chloe's eyes met his too quickly and he knew he hit the nail right smack on the head "Who is it?" he grimaced, trying not to imagine Chloe in any kind of relationship with the male species past friendship.
"Nobody!" she said loudly, a few eyes turned to them before returning back to where they were before.
"There's no one Pete, I swear" she lied, almost cringing at the way the lie slid easily off her tongue.
"If you're sure" he said, patting her shoulder gently.
She gave him a one armed hug and laughed nervously "I'm sure"
*~*
"You such a dick!" she shouted, pushing him
"Well, it's true isn't it?" he said fiercely, sipping his drink.
"You have no fucking clue what you're on about!" Chloe spat, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I see the way you look at him, you want him!" Lex said angrily, referring to Clark.
"If I did want him, which I don't, what's it got to do with you anyway, I thought this was just a physical thing?" she said, using the now overused sentence.
He shrugged, biting the inside of his cheek. What was it to do with him? She could sleep with Clark if she wanted to, even though the very thought made him sick to his stomach. So what if he wanted her to himself, that was natural. He should walk out the room, tell her when to come over again when they're both not so emotional. He hadn't intended to kiss her, it was an involuntary reaction. But there was something so right about kissing her, something surreal, and that scared the hell out of him. But there was no way he could let go of her now, that was no longer an option.
She tasted like toothpaste, coffee, and some indescribable taste that was uniquely Chloe. Angling his face over hers he felt his brain shut down, he brought her closer and rocked her gently against his erection. It didn't help that she continued doing so after he stopped, it also didn't help that she pushed him so he landed on the bed behind him. One slight tug was all it took to tumble her on top of him. Neither of them pretended it was an accident. He wanted her there. She wanted to be there.
His hand pressed down along her spine, pushing her against his torso. She wiggled impatiently against him and ground his teeth together, he was trying to take it slow with her, and she wasn't making it any easier. She moved up and down his body, not breaking the kiss. Chloe ripped his shirt down the front, ignoring the popping noise of the buttons flying all directions. She yearned to feel his 'way to smooth to be real' skin under her callused hands, she knew this sounded perverted and animalistic, but she loved biting him. He would always make the same noise which indicated his enjoyment. The hot throb between her legs was pounding wildly as she pushed up against him, desperate for him to be inside of her like she dreamed. By that time she was under him with her legs wrapped around him like a pair of boa-constrictors, and he was grinding into her, sooner than he expected, rougher than he intended. He was inside her and she met him halfway, hot, damp and eager.
Lex loved it this way, no messing around, no slow beginning, just straight out fucking. Crude sex, it was so good. He continued to pound into her, all pretence and control shot to hell. She moaning, pleading, shouting in his ear, and a voice he hardly recognised as his own was moaning, pleading, and shouting back. He never shouted. No matter how good it was, he was always careful to hang onto that last vestige of self control. He lost it, totally lost it. He felt her hot, slick passage tighten around him causing unbearable pleasure, he screamed out at the beautiful feeling
"Oh god" she cried out as she bit into his shoulder, feeling her own orgasm ripple through her body in an almost painful sensation. He collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged. She just lay there, enjoying his familiar weight.
"Now I know what they say about blowfish" he croaked, rolling off her. She felt cold without him, but she said nothing and just smiled.
"I love you" she said quietly
"What?"
"Nothing" she sighed, going to sleep.