Part 7
Lana smiled sweetly at the man again, then flounced right past him, entering the infamous Bar. The music hit her instantly, almost like a brick wall. It was intense and the beat vibrated up from the floors and in to her body, snatching her heart and pulse and making them pound with the rhythm. The club's red and orange lights strobbed on and off in time with the same beat.
Lex made his way to the far right end of the balcony that overhung the dance floor and stage. He kept Lana in front of him, one arm locked protectively around her. The crowd thinned out down at the end and it was easier to have some space of their own.
The singer had a deep, raspy voice that was lamenting appropriately enough about stolen kisses in an alley and how that left her in chains. The song was mellow and almost quiet, but the beat behind it was loud and driving. As Lex led them along, Lana stared, transfixed, at the bodies that crowded the floor, pressing against each other indiscriminately. The room smelled of stale smoke and fog and sweat. It invaded her senses, almost overwhelming them.
They listened to a few songs, one after the other becoming more intense and provocative, leading them from dark alleys to dark bedrooms, from stolen caresses to ones give freely and then begged for.
"I take it that's her?" Lex leaned down and shouted in her ear as he stroked his hand up and down her bare back. The rest of the noise and all of the unfamiliar smells receded until all that Lana felt was Lex's warm hand caressing her naked skin. She leaned back and moved her hand slowly up and down his leg.
"Yes, that's her, I like it." She almost purred as Lex's hand snaked around her waist, inside the folds of the dress, and pressed her back against him. He traced a maddening trail from the top of her lace underpants back to her bare stomach over and over again. She reacted to the tightness in his body and pressed against it, grinding her hips slightly to the drummer's beat. She wondered how long Lex would hold out before he dragged her out of here.
Lex was wondering the same thing, especially when Lana began to sway her hips slightly from side to side. Great, he chastised himself, you lost control in a matter of minutes this time. Before he would have asked himself if she had any idea what she was doing to him, but now he knew for sure that she did. She wanted to get him worked up; she wanted him to crave her. He tried to think of something else, but her tantalizing movements were all that his body could focus on.
Lex didn't know what would happen when they got back to the penthouse. He didn't know if he would be able to handle a few kisses and some fondling on the sofa, then, 'Good night, Miss Lang, sleep well 200 feet from me." He already wanted her too much, more then she realized obviously or she wouldn't continue to tease him like this.
Lex was confident that the Quarterback had made sure to keep anything remotely resembling passion away from sweet, innocent, little Lana and he was equally sure that Clark would never have dreamed of going there with her either. Clark, now why did he have to think about him? Lex still wasn't sure what to do about that. His friend would be crushed when he found out Lana was here with him and if he knew what she was doing with her hips at the moment, his wholesome, Kent morality would have been deeply offended.
"Do you think Smallville is ready for this? Lex asked when the music took a decidedly more sexual turn, words about lust and sex filling the club.
"I think if I'm ready for it, then Smallville is ready for it." Lana twisted around slightly so that she could answer him.
"Lana, as much as I enjoy that little movement, it would be a good idea to stop it," Lex hissed back quietly in her ear, his warm breath giving her goosebumps.
Lana stopped her gyrating and turned fully inside Lex's arm, "Sorry, the beat pulled me in. I was just dancing." Lana leaned forward against him so that she could whisper in his ear. "Don't you like to dance, Lex?"
"If you like her, book her. And that wasn't dancing, Lana. At least, not the dancing you do in public," he whispered back, groaning when her tongue flicked out and licked at his ear.
Lana had heard enough of the music. She was tired of being in the club and wanted to leave. "Would you dance with me in private then?" she queried, but it sounded more like an invitation.
The music turned into a steady, pulsating beat that filled the room and shook the walls, but neither Lex nor Lana heard it. "Let's get out of here," Lex said in soft, seductive voice as he stroked his thumb in long, sleek movements up and down her neck.
"Finally," Lana muttered, but just smiled when Lex glanced at her questioningly.
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The elevator slid gracefully to a halt on the top floor and Lex moved slightly to the side to let Lana past him. He had used the car ride back and the elevator ride up to regain some control over his raging hormones. He was going to need it if he planned to be any kind of a gentlemen with Lana tonight.
The balcony door was still open and the curtains rustled slightly in the cool, evening breeze. Lana unhooked one shoe and let it drop and then, the other fell behind it as she made her way on to the balcony. The view was amazing. She didn't think that she could ever get sick of it. She had told Clark once that she used to dream her parents were still alive and they would come to get her and take her to her real life in Metropolis. This view was definitely part of that dream.
"What do you see?" Lex inquired as he leaned against the doorframe, watching Lana lean out over the balcony railing.
Lana glanced behind her and smiled at him. He looked relaxed again, comfortable. He had shed his leather coat and pushed the sleeves of the sweater up.
"Life, all of it down there," she gestured down to the city below. "I've always wanted to be here, in this kind of life."
"So, how does it feel to get that...finally?" Lex crossed to stand beside her and look down on the city. He had never bothered to before, but seeing it like this was pretty incredible. Of course, he knew that from down there things looked completely different, but he never planned to be down there.
Lana searched for the words to describe what she felt. "Wonderful, hopeful, powerful, exhilarated, free, scared . . ." she trailed off as she turned to Lex and walked into his arms, "frightened and overwhelmed all at the same time."
Lex rested his cheek against the top of her head and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly against him. As much as he wanted her, he could have stayed like this all night. She felt warm and alive beside him and made him feel that way too.
"Lana, you have no idea what you're doing to me," he managed to choke out after a few minutes, feeling his body react her to against its own internal warnings.
"I hope I'm seducing you. That was the plan anyway." She laughed shakily, pressing her check harder against his chest and tightening the arms that held him to her.
"Oh, you are, you definitely are." Lex pulled back slightly as Lana reached up to encircle his neck with her arms and offer her lips to him.
This kiss was different than before. Lex wasn't demanding or invading; he was soft and giving. He gently nibbled on her bottom lip until she sighed and opened for him to take more. His tongue searched slowly for her's and when she joined him he lengthened the strokes, making her weak and dizzy. His long fingers encircled her waist and lifted her higher against him, so her hips molded to his.
Maybe you shouldn't be doing this, a soft voice whispered to her, as she felt how obvious Lex's arousal was. This was just supposed to be fun, an adventure, but it's becoming something else, something serious. She wanted to scream at the voice to shut up and let her enjoy the moment, but she couldn't because her mouth was pleasantly occupied with other activities. Soon, the voice was lulled in to silence.
Lex slowly lifted his head from Lana, but ran his long fingers up and down her naked spine, keeping her pressed hard against him, "You need to say good night now, Lana. Do you understand?"
Do it, the voice in her head insisted. You don't really know what you're doing. This wasn't supposed to be real, but it is and tomorrow everyone will have to face that. If this is real then there are consequences to tonight, to this, to being with Lex.
Lana blinked a few times, the voice in her head repeating its words over and over and then, leisurely unwound her arms from around Lex's tight shoulders. Taking a few, deep breathes, she backed away from him slowly as if in a trance, her eyes locked to his smoky gaze. Lex turned around and stared out blankly at the city, refusing to watch her leave. It took every ounce of willpower that he had not to beg her to stay with him.
He wasn't sure how long he'd remained in that position out on the balcony, trying to regulate his breathing and heart rate, but Lex guessed that it had been at least ten minutes. Lana should be safely tucked away in the guest room by now, he thought with relief, which meant that the coast would be clear for him to reenter the penthouse.
Lex moved towards the balcony doors that would lead him in to the living room, and slammed them behind him. Once inside, he picked his way around the coffee table, lost in thought. He had no idea when he'd acquired a conscience, but it was a damn nuisance and it was getting in the way of what he wanted.
Lana had offered herself to him once before and he'd taken the high road, a decision that he'd lived to regret in the long, lonely months that had followed. Now history was repeating itself, only the regret was almost instantaneous this time. Plus his body wasn't calming down as quickly as his mind was, it still bore the physical marks of being so close to Lana.
What had transpired that afternoon at The Talon wasn't like this, of course, Lana hadn't been herself; she'd been drugged by the Nicodemus and it had been easier to walk away. But tonight was different. Was it, a doubtful voice asked him? Lana wasn't really acting like herself, no matter what she said. What if that serum had accidentally leaked like Hamilton was afraid it would? Lana had been in the room that day.
But so had he, and he was fine, so that couldn't be it. So, it was just what she'd said, she wanted to be here with him. That would take him some time to get used to, especially with her sleeping so close to him. Stop thinking about her in that bed, he advised himself as his gaze roamed down the hallway to her bedroom door.
He snatched his leather coat off the chair and yanked out the cell phone, smashing the power button to shut it off. He was pretty sure that he wasn't going to get much sleep tonight and he didn't want the phone ringing early in the morning. He stalked towards his own room, muttering to himself about girls with dark hair. He flung the door open, but couldn't stop it from hitting the wall.
Lana sat on his black, silk-covered bed, her slender legs tucked underneath her. "I was curious about what your room looked like. I didn't think that it would be all white, like mine," she spoke uncertainly, not able to tear her gaze away from Lex who was standing in the doorway, his eyes ablaze with desire.
He looked past her, then down at the coat that hung from his fingers and then, back up at Lana perched on his bed. He let the coat drop to the floor and in a few steps covered the space that separated them. He didn't even slow down, just leaned in to her, pushing her back on the bed, his large body enveloping her. Her arms went instinctively around him, pulling him down on top of her.
Lana shivered as Lex's hand ran up her leg, under the dress to lift her thigh tight against him. He kneaded the soft flesh with his hand as his mouth captured her's. She moaned again and again as his probing tongue plunged into her mouth. It enticed her and she matched his caressing rhythm with her own.
She felt like she was falling and wanted to cry out when his hand brushed against the lacy edge of her panties. Lana's fingers clawed desperately at his sweater until they found the edge. She pulled and tugged at the garment until she lifted it over his head. They broke contact for that second only, but Lana hated even that brief separation from Lex's warm lips and hands. She sighed with contentment when he returned to ravishing her mouth.
Again and again, Lex stroked up her thigh to the edge of the lace panties. He wanted to slow down and take his time, but her body was clinging to his and her nails scraped at his back and neck, urging him on. His hand fisted in her hair, winding the silk of it around his fingers. He lifted his hand from her thigh and moved it up her taut body to her neck where the dress hit her skin.
He wrenched his mouth from her's and took ragged breaths as his hand slowly dragged the black material down her body. She shivered when the air hit her skin, so Lex heated her naked flesh with a rain of kisses down the path of the dress. Each time his mouth touched her skin, Lana moaned his name with pleasure. Lex pushed the dress down and away from them and then, ran one, gentle finger inside the band of her lace panties and tugged slightly.
Lana clutched the silk bedspread with one hand and ran the other one along his arm, which was flexed beside her, holding his body over her's. Her glazed eyes locked on his as he lifted himself off of her to shed the remaining barriers between them. Lana raised herself up slightly on to her elbows and stared at Lex. He wondered if he was seeing things or if her skin was actually glowing luminescently in the dark.
When he had shed his clothes, he caught her large stare with his own, "Lana, I need you to be sure about this," he whispered hoarsely, not taking his eyes from her's, knowing that if he let his eyes wander down her naked body he wouldn't give her the time to answer him.
Lana squeezed her eyes shut and let her head drop on to her chest. She listened to her own, harsh breathing and her heart fluttering wildly. She listened to the voice inside her asking if she was sure after all. Maybe earlier she hadn't had any doubts, but now things didn't seem so easy, so clear. She wasn't even sure how she'd gotten here, how this had gone from fun to serious in a matter of kisses.
"Lex . . ." she started and then, lifted her dark eyes to his emotion- filled, blue ones and knew exactly how she'd gotten there, all doubts gone as she her own desire and uncertainty reflected in his eyes. She knew in that instant as much as doubts about tomorrow crept in to her confused mind that Lex was worried about now, that she would lead him here and then reject him. "Yes, I'm sure." She offered her tiny hand to him and welcomed his body into her's as he continued to hold her gaze.
Lana smiled sweetly at the man again, then flounced right past him, entering the infamous Bar. The music hit her instantly, almost like a brick wall. It was intense and the beat vibrated up from the floors and in to her body, snatching her heart and pulse and making them pound with the rhythm. The club's red and orange lights strobbed on and off in time with the same beat.
Lex made his way to the far right end of the balcony that overhung the dance floor and stage. He kept Lana in front of him, one arm locked protectively around her. The crowd thinned out down at the end and it was easier to have some space of their own.
The singer had a deep, raspy voice that was lamenting appropriately enough about stolen kisses in an alley and how that left her in chains. The song was mellow and almost quiet, but the beat behind it was loud and driving. As Lex led them along, Lana stared, transfixed, at the bodies that crowded the floor, pressing against each other indiscriminately. The room smelled of stale smoke and fog and sweat. It invaded her senses, almost overwhelming them.
They listened to a few songs, one after the other becoming more intense and provocative, leading them from dark alleys to dark bedrooms, from stolen caresses to ones give freely and then begged for.
"I take it that's her?" Lex leaned down and shouted in her ear as he stroked his hand up and down her bare back. The rest of the noise and all of the unfamiliar smells receded until all that Lana felt was Lex's warm hand caressing her naked skin. She leaned back and moved her hand slowly up and down his leg.
"Yes, that's her, I like it." She almost purred as Lex's hand snaked around her waist, inside the folds of the dress, and pressed her back against him. He traced a maddening trail from the top of her lace underpants back to her bare stomach over and over again. She reacted to the tightness in his body and pressed against it, grinding her hips slightly to the drummer's beat. She wondered how long Lex would hold out before he dragged her out of here.
Lex was wondering the same thing, especially when Lana began to sway her hips slightly from side to side. Great, he chastised himself, you lost control in a matter of minutes this time. Before he would have asked himself if she had any idea what she was doing to him, but now he knew for sure that she did. She wanted to get him worked up; she wanted him to crave her. He tried to think of something else, but her tantalizing movements were all that his body could focus on.
Lex didn't know what would happen when they got back to the penthouse. He didn't know if he would be able to handle a few kisses and some fondling on the sofa, then, 'Good night, Miss Lang, sleep well 200 feet from me." He already wanted her too much, more then she realized obviously or she wouldn't continue to tease him like this.
Lex was confident that the Quarterback had made sure to keep anything remotely resembling passion away from sweet, innocent, little Lana and he was equally sure that Clark would never have dreamed of going there with her either. Clark, now why did he have to think about him? Lex still wasn't sure what to do about that. His friend would be crushed when he found out Lana was here with him and if he knew what she was doing with her hips at the moment, his wholesome, Kent morality would have been deeply offended.
"Do you think Smallville is ready for this? Lex asked when the music took a decidedly more sexual turn, words about lust and sex filling the club.
"I think if I'm ready for it, then Smallville is ready for it." Lana twisted around slightly so that she could answer him.
"Lana, as much as I enjoy that little movement, it would be a good idea to stop it," Lex hissed back quietly in her ear, his warm breath giving her goosebumps.
Lana stopped her gyrating and turned fully inside Lex's arm, "Sorry, the beat pulled me in. I was just dancing." Lana leaned forward against him so that she could whisper in his ear. "Don't you like to dance, Lex?"
"If you like her, book her. And that wasn't dancing, Lana. At least, not the dancing you do in public," he whispered back, groaning when her tongue flicked out and licked at his ear.
Lana had heard enough of the music. She was tired of being in the club and wanted to leave. "Would you dance with me in private then?" she queried, but it sounded more like an invitation.
The music turned into a steady, pulsating beat that filled the room and shook the walls, but neither Lex nor Lana heard it. "Let's get out of here," Lex said in soft, seductive voice as he stroked his thumb in long, sleek movements up and down her neck.
"Finally," Lana muttered, but just smiled when Lex glanced at her questioningly.
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The elevator slid gracefully to a halt on the top floor and Lex moved slightly to the side to let Lana past him. He had used the car ride back and the elevator ride up to regain some control over his raging hormones. He was going to need it if he planned to be any kind of a gentlemen with Lana tonight.
The balcony door was still open and the curtains rustled slightly in the cool, evening breeze. Lana unhooked one shoe and let it drop and then, the other fell behind it as she made her way on to the balcony. The view was amazing. She didn't think that she could ever get sick of it. She had told Clark once that she used to dream her parents were still alive and they would come to get her and take her to her real life in Metropolis. This view was definitely part of that dream.
"What do you see?" Lex inquired as he leaned against the doorframe, watching Lana lean out over the balcony railing.
Lana glanced behind her and smiled at him. He looked relaxed again, comfortable. He had shed his leather coat and pushed the sleeves of the sweater up.
"Life, all of it down there," she gestured down to the city below. "I've always wanted to be here, in this kind of life."
"So, how does it feel to get that...finally?" Lex crossed to stand beside her and look down on the city. He had never bothered to before, but seeing it like this was pretty incredible. Of course, he knew that from down there things looked completely different, but he never planned to be down there.
Lana searched for the words to describe what she felt. "Wonderful, hopeful, powerful, exhilarated, free, scared . . ." she trailed off as she turned to Lex and walked into his arms, "frightened and overwhelmed all at the same time."
Lex rested his cheek against the top of her head and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly against him. As much as he wanted her, he could have stayed like this all night. She felt warm and alive beside him and made him feel that way too.
"Lana, you have no idea what you're doing to me," he managed to choke out after a few minutes, feeling his body react her to against its own internal warnings.
"I hope I'm seducing you. That was the plan anyway." She laughed shakily, pressing her check harder against his chest and tightening the arms that held him to her.
"Oh, you are, you definitely are." Lex pulled back slightly as Lana reached up to encircle his neck with her arms and offer her lips to him.
This kiss was different than before. Lex wasn't demanding or invading; he was soft and giving. He gently nibbled on her bottom lip until she sighed and opened for him to take more. His tongue searched slowly for her's and when she joined him he lengthened the strokes, making her weak and dizzy. His long fingers encircled her waist and lifted her higher against him, so her hips molded to his.
Maybe you shouldn't be doing this, a soft voice whispered to her, as she felt how obvious Lex's arousal was. This was just supposed to be fun, an adventure, but it's becoming something else, something serious. She wanted to scream at the voice to shut up and let her enjoy the moment, but she couldn't because her mouth was pleasantly occupied with other activities. Soon, the voice was lulled in to silence.
Lex slowly lifted his head from Lana, but ran his long fingers up and down her naked spine, keeping her pressed hard against him, "You need to say good night now, Lana. Do you understand?"
Do it, the voice in her head insisted. You don't really know what you're doing. This wasn't supposed to be real, but it is and tomorrow everyone will have to face that. If this is real then there are consequences to tonight, to this, to being with Lex.
Lana blinked a few times, the voice in her head repeating its words over and over and then, leisurely unwound her arms from around Lex's tight shoulders. Taking a few, deep breathes, she backed away from him slowly as if in a trance, her eyes locked to his smoky gaze. Lex turned around and stared out blankly at the city, refusing to watch her leave. It took every ounce of willpower that he had not to beg her to stay with him.
He wasn't sure how long he'd remained in that position out on the balcony, trying to regulate his breathing and heart rate, but Lex guessed that it had been at least ten minutes. Lana should be safely tucked away in the guest room by now, he thought with relief, which meant that the coast would be clear for him to reenter the penthouse.
Lex moved towards the balcony doors that would lead him in to the living room, and slammed them behind him. Once inside, he picked his way around the coffee table, lost in thought. He had no idea when he'd acquired a conscience, but it was a damn nuisance and it was getting in the way of what he wanted.
Lana had offered herself to him once before and he'd taken the high road, a decision that he'd lived to regret in the long, lonely months that had followed. Now history was repeating itself, only the regret was almost instantaneous this time. Plus his body wasn't calming down as quickly as his mind was, it still bore the physical marks of being so close to Lana.
What had transpired that afternoon at The Talon wasn't like this, of course, Lana hadn't been herself; she'd been drugged by the Nicodemus and it had been easier to walk away. But tonight was different. Was it, a doubtful voice asked him? Lana wasn't really acting like herself, no matter what she said. What if that serum had accidentally leaked like Hamilton was afraid it would? Lana had been in the room that day.
But so had he, and he was fine, so that couldn't be it. So, it was just what she'd said, she wanted to be here with him. That would take him some time to get used to, especially with her sleeping so close to him. Stop thinking about her in that bed, he advised himself as his gaze roamed down the hallway to her bedroom door.
He snatched his leather coat off the chair and yanked out the cell phone, smashing the power button to shut it off. He was pretty sure that he wasn't going to get much sleep tonight and he didn't want the phone ringing early in the morning. He stalked towards his own room, muttering to himself about girls with dark hair. He flung the door open, but couldn't stop it from hitting the wall.
Lana sat on his black, silk-covered bed, her slender legs tucked underneath her. "I was curious about what your room looked like. I didn't think that it would be all white, like mine," she spoke uncertainly, not able to tear her gaze away from Lex who was standing in the doorway, his eyes ablaze with desire.
He looked past her, then down at the coat that hung from his fingers and then, back up at Lana perched on his bed. He let the coat drop to the floor and in a few steps covered the space that separated them. He didn't even slow down, just leaned in to her, pushing her back on the bed, his large body enveloping her. Her arms went instinctively around him, pulling him down on top of her.
Lana shivered as Lex's hand ran up her leg, under the dress to lift her thigh tight against him. He kneaded the soft flesh with his hand as his mouth captured her's. She moaned again and again as his probing tongue plunged into her mouth. It enticed her and she matched his caressing rhythm with her own.
She felt like she was falling and wanted to cry out when his hand brushed against the lacy edge of her panties. Lana's fingers clawed desperately at his sweater until they found the edge. She pulled and tugged at the garment until she lifted it over his head. They broke contact for that second only, but Lana hated even that brief separation from Lex's warm lips and hands. She sighed with contentment when he returned to ravishing her mouth.
Again and again, Lex stroked up her thigh to the edge of the lace panties. He wanted to slow down and take his time, but her body was clinging to his and her nails scraped at his back and neck, urging him on. His hand fisted in her hair, winding the silk of it around his fingers. He lifted his hand from her thigh and moved it up her taut body to her neck where the dress hit her skin.
He wrenched his mouth from her's and took ragged breaths as his hand slowly dragged the black material down her body. She shivered when the air hit her skin, so Lex heated her naked flesh with a rain of kisses down the path of the dress. Each time his mouth touched her skin, Lana moaned his name with pleasure. Lex pushed the dress down and away from them and then, ran one, gentle finger inside the band of her lace panties and tugged slightly.
Lana clutched the silk bedspread with one hand and ran the other one along his arm, which was flexed beside her, holding his body over her's. Her glazed eyes locked on his as he lifted himself off of her to shed the remaining barriers between them. Lana raised herself up slightly on to her elbows and stared at Lex. He wondered if he was seeing things or if her skin was actually glowing luminescently in the dark.
When he had shed his clothes, he caught her large stare with his own, "Lana, I need you to be sure about this," he whispered hoarsely, not taking his eyes from her's, knowing that if he let his eyes wander down her naked body he wouldn't give her the time to answer him.
Lana squeezed her eyes shut and let her head drop on to her chest. She listened to her own, harsh breathing and her heart fluttering wildly. She listened to the voice inside her asking if she was sure after all. Maybe earlier she hadn't had any doubts, but now things didn't seem so easy, so clear. She wasn't even sure how she'd gotten here, how this had gone from fun to serious in a matter of kisses.
"Lex . . ." she started and then, lifted her dark eyes to his emotion- filled, blue ones and knew exactly how she'd gotten there, all doubts gone as she her own desire and uncertainty reflected in his eyes. She knew in that instant as much as doubts about tomorrow crept in to her confused mind that Lex was worried about now, that she would lead him here and then reject him. "Yes, I'm sure." She offered her tiny hand to him and welcomed his body into her's as he continued to hold her gaze.