Title: Should the Teacher Stand So Near?
Part: 4/7
Author: Cam
Author's email: Camerada2006@yahoo.com
Pairing: Chloe/Lex
Summary: Lex tutors Chloe
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em Not making a dime.
A/N: Sorry this piece was so long in coming. The final three are already written, so barring any unforeseen inspiration, they should be up fairly soon. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated.
*~*~*~*
Lex was angry with himself. It had been wrong, oh so wrong, and he wanted to throw something, wanted to shout, But mostly, he wanted to kiss her again. Unconsciously, a mask slid over his face, hiding inner conflict.
He could feel her eyes on him.
Lex sighed, and rose from the couch. He looked down at Chloe, who had a beautiful smile on her face. It made what he had to say that much harder.
"Chloe," he said, attempting to sound detached. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken advantage like that."
Chloe looked at him, disbelief settling over her features.
"I don't want you to get the wrong idea," he continued. "It was a mistake."
"Lex, how could you possibly say-" Chloe started.
"Let me finish," Lex said. "Fuck, Chlo, this is hard enough. Listen, we can't be more than friends. There are too many obstacles which will arise."
"Name one," Chloe said unconvinced.
"Clark." Although Lex thought that was enough, he went on. "Gabe. Pete. Everyone in this godforsaken town."
"Don't blame your personal hang-ups on Smallville," Chloe said angrily, brushing hair from her face. "That's such a copout."
"Fine, you want me to be honest with you, Chloe?" Lex spoke quietly but heatedly. "It was a moment of weakness. You're a pretty girl who happened to show up when I was bemoaning the lack of pretty girls in my life. If you were anyone else, I'd sleep with you and be done with it. But you're not. You are connected to people who are important to me - " Lex broke off, realizing he'd gone too far.
"And I'm not," she said softly.
"That's not what I meant," he began, as she stood and grabbed her purse.
"Of course it is, or else you wouldn't have said it."
"Chloe!" He grabbed her arm as she began to walk away. "You are important to me. That's why we can't do this. It would end badly."
Chloe stopped, then faced him. "Says who?"
A little lop-sided grin. "Any woman I've ever dated." He pulled her back to the couch. "We just can't. There are times when you can say, 'consequences be damned.' This isn't one of them."
"So does this mean we don't see each other again?"
"Not unless you want that. I still want to know you better - as a friend." Lex realized he was pleading with her to be his friend. It was something he never would have anticipated before coming to Smallville. He cursed Clark silently while waiting for her answer.
"So, we'll still meet at the Talon," Chloe said briskly. "And we'll still be friends. Without the kissing."
"Exactly." Lex said, looking away, wondering what he'd gotten himself into. How could he Not Kiss those angelic lips? Those angelic lips which had nearly sent him to hell when his brushed against them.
"Um, Lex," she said, her manner no longer business-like, more a little girl than anything else, "I guess I'd better get going . . . I'll talk to you later, yeah?"
"Yeah," he said. "Bye, Chloe."
When she left, Lex poured himself a glass of Remy.
Chloe was absolutely perfect for him. Lex knew this. He could see it in her eyes. In the way she smiled at him, and the way she refused to accept his bullshit. She would fight him . . . and Lex longed for a good fight.
And she would love him. Lex also longed for love. True love, real love . . . the kind the Kents had. The kind his mother had shown his father. But he'd be so much better than his father. He would show love back.
The phone rang - Lex's personal line - which gave him pause. Only two people had that number, and one of them only waited for the third ring before hanging up. It rang again.
Lex hurried to the phone.
"Hello?"
"A."
Lex was glad he'd picked it up quickly. Bruce Wayne was notoriously impatient.
"Bruce. What's going on?"
"Not much . . . thought I'd give you a call."
"Bored?"
"Yeah." A chuckle. "Alfred's out of town, so I can't even get a decent game of chess."
"How long is he in England?"
"Italy, actually. His yearly 'constitutional.' A month or so."
"How are you possibly going to occupy yourself?"
"I actually stayed up all night wondering the same thing."
Lex waited, even though he knew what was coming.
"And I came to the conclusion that I should visit an old prep school buddy."
"Really?" Lex deadpanned. "Who?"
"Well, Rowan Patterson is on his honeymoon, and other than him, you're the only guy I could stand, so . . ."
"I'll have Enrique prepare a room."
"Thanks, A."
"When are you coming in?"
"Um, I'm thinking Friday - in time for your birthday party."
"I'm not having one, Bruce."
"Of course you are - got to keep me busy. Plus, there's a fresh crop of debutantes just waiting to be ravaged."
Lex laughed at this. "Ok, fine. But that's it. And I refuse to be sucked in to having a Christmas and New Years' party."
"So you say," Bruce said, dismissively. "Well, guess I'd better email Alfred and ask him what to pack . . . damn, but I can't seem to do anything without the man."
"Staff-dependency is the least of your problems, Wayne.
"You're telling me," Bruce laughed again and disconnected.
One thing Lex was grateful for - an excuse NOT to think about Chloe while preparing for the party.
Part: 4/7
Author: Cam
Author's email: Camerada2006@yahoo.com
Pairing: Chloe/Lex
Summary: Lex tutors Chloe
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em Not making a dime.
A/N: Sorry this piece was so long in coming. The final three are already written, so barring any unforeseen inspiration, they should be up fairly soon. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated.
*~*~*~*
Lex was angry with himself. It had been wrong, oh so wrong, and he wanted to throw something, wanted to shout, But mostly, he wanted to kiss her again. Unconsciously, a mask slid over his face, hiding inner conflict.
He could feel her eyes on him.
Lex sighed, and rose from the couch. He looked down at Chloe, who had a beautiful smile on her face. It made what he had to say that much harder.
"Chloe," he said, attempting to sound detached. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken advantage like that."
Chloe looked at him, disbelief settling over her features.
"I don't want you to get the wrong idea," he continued. "It was a mistake."
"Lex, how could you possibly say-" Chloe started.
"Let me finish," Lex said. "Fuck, Chlo, this is hard enough. Listen, we can't be more than friends. There are too many obstacles which will arise."
"Name one," Chloe said unconvinced.
"Clark." Although Lex thought that was enough, he went on. "Gabe. Pete. Everyone in this godforsaken town."
"Don't blame your personal hang-ups on Smallville," Chloe said angrily, brushing hair from her face. "That's such a copout."
"Fine, you want me to be honest with you, Chloe?" Lex spoke quietly but heatedly. "It was a moment of weakness. You're a pretty girl who happened to show up when I was bemoaning the lack of pretty girls in my life. If you were anyone else, I'd sleep with you and be done with it. But you're not. You are connected to people who are important to me - " Lex broke off, realizing he'd gone too far.
"And I'm not," she said softly.
"That's not what I meant," he began, as she stood and grabbed her purse.
"Of course it is, or else you wouldn't have said it."
"Chloe!" He grabbed her arm as she began to walk away. "You are important to me. That's why we can't do this. It would end badly."
Chloe stopped, then faced him. "Says who?"
A little lop-sided grin. "Any woman I've ever dated." He pulled her back to the couch. "We just can't. There are times when you can say, 'consequences be damned.' This isn't one of them."
"So does this mean we don't see each other again?"
"Not unless you want that. I still want to know you better - as a friend." Lex realized he was pleading with her to be his friend. It was something he never would have anticipated before coming to Smallville. He cursed Clark silently while waiting for her answer.
"So, we'll still meet at the Talon," Chloe said briskly. "And we'll still be friends. Without the kissing."
"Exactly." Lex said, looking away, wondering what he'd gotten himself into. How could he Not Kiss those angelic lips? Those angelic lips which had nearly sent him to hell when his brushed against them.
"Um, Lex," she said, her manner no longer business-like, more a little girl than anything else, "I guess I'd better get going . . . I'll talk to you later, yeah?"
"Yeah," he said. "Bye, Chloe."
When she left, Lex poured himself a glass of Remy.
Chloe was absolutely perfect for him. Lex knew this. He could see it in her eyes. In the way she smiled at him, and the way she refused to accept his bullshit. She would fight him . . . and Lex longed for a good fight.
And she would love him. Lex also longed for love. True love, real love . . . the kind the Kents had. The kind his mother had shown his father. But he'd be so much better than his father. He would show love back.
The phone rang - Lex's personal line - which gave him pause. Only two people had that number, and one of them only waited for the third ring before hanging up. It rang again.
Lex hurried to the phone.
"Hello?"
"A."
Lex was glad he'd picked it up quickly. Bruce Wayne was notoriously impatient.
"Bruce. What's going on?"
"Not much . . . thought I'd give you a call."
"Bored?"
"Yeah." A chuckle. "Alfred's out of town, so I can't even get a decent game of chess."
"How long is he in England?"
"Italy, actually. His yearly 'constitutional.' A month or so."
"How are you possibly going to occupy yourself?"
"I actually stayed up all night wondering the same thing."
Lex waited, even though he knew what was coming.
"And I came to the conclusion that I should visit an old prep school buddy."
"Really?" Lex deadpanned. "Who?"
"Well, Rowan Patterson is on his honeymoon, and other than him, you're the only guy I could stand, so . . ."
"I'll have Enrique prepare a room."
"Thanks, A."
"When are you coming in?"
"Um, I'm thinking Friday - in time for your birthday party."
"I'm not having one, Bruce."
"Of course you are - got to keep me busy. Plus, there's a fresh crop of debutantes just waiting to be ravaged."
Lex laughed at this. "Ok, fine. But that's it. And I refuse to be sucked in to having a Christmas and New Years' party."
"So you say," Bruce said, dismissively. "Well, guess I'd better email Alfred and ask him what to pack . . . damn, but I can't seem to do anything without the man."
"Staff-dependency is the least of your problems, Wayne.
"You're telling me," Bruce laughed again and disconnected.
One thing Lex was grateful for - an excuse NOT to think about Chloe while preparing for the party.