Title: Should the Teacher Stand So Near?
Part: 7/8
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 one's kind of short, but I'll be posting the final part very soon.
*~*~*~*
It was 4:30 am when Lex was finally able to corner Bruce.
He had suffered through the pair's flirting at dinner, on the dance floor, and in the corner. Poor Clark, forgotten, had stuck next to Lex the entire evening.
During dinner, Bruce seemed to be perpetually whispering into Chloe's ear. She would laugh, before turning to murmur something back. But far worse than that was the Kissing. Granted, Bruce managed to be somewhat surreptitious about it, but Lex grew angrier each time he saw his "friend" kiss Chloe.
When Chloe began to yawn, Lex insisted Clark take her home, despite Bruce's oh-so-innocent protestations that she should stay at the manor for convenience. But now the party was over, and the guests who were leaving had left, and the guests who were staying had made their way to their own (and each other's) bedrooms.
Bruce was stretched out on the sofa, eyes closed.
Lex didn't know quite where to begin, so he started with the words that had been running through his head all evening.
"What ARE you thinking?"
"Beg pardon?" Bruce's eyes opened, sliding over Lex, amused, before sinking shut.
"Why did you kiss her?"
"Kiss who?"
"Damn it, Bruce! Chloe Sullivan."
"Oh," he smiled lazily, and Lex felt like breaking things.
"Oh? Chloe's still in high school."
"This I know," Bruce sighed, sitting up. "Not that those words mean anything to me coming from you."
"What are you getting at, Wayne?" Lex asked, indignantly.
"Do the words 'Angel Marbury' ring a bell?"
"That was different." He said firmly.
"How so? She was a freshman in high school, you were a junior - no, SENIOR in college."
"Fine, but that doesn't make it right. Besides, Bruce, I've changed." And Lex believed he had. He and his peers had made fun of the straight-laced values Smallville citizens held, but after living in the town for more than a year, he realized there was something to them.
Bruce laughed. "As have I. And since you obviously won't, one of us has to keep up the tradition of seduction."
"You ass," Lex said through clenched teeth. "You want her for sex." A part of him could understand that. Chloe was beautiful and sexy. But she was also witty, adventurous, and intelligent: the makings of a great girlfriend.
Bruce swung his feet from off the leather, and stood, staring at Lex. "My, but how the mighty have become self-righteous."
Lex was silent. Bruce was right. He'd changed, and maybe he was a bit self-righteous, but wasn't that his entitlement? After all, people changed constantly. He opened his mouth to defend himself.
"Listen-"
Suddenly Bruce broke into a smile. "A, it isn't that serious. She's amazing, and I don't blame you for loving her. I could do so myself if . . ." he trailed off.
"If what?" Lex asked, relieved.
". . . if it weren't for my undying loyalty to you, mate. Therefore, I shall give up the Chloe Sullivan chase - on one condition."
Lex looked at his friend expectantly.
"You pick it up. No excuses, no 'just friends' crap. She's great for you. I want you to date her. Frankly, I want you to marry her. But I'll settle for a relationship."
"It's not that easy-"
"Nothing is," Bruce said shortly. "At least nothing that good for you is. What's her cell number?" Without waiting for an answer, he reached for Lex's cell which lay on a table. After locating the number, he pulled his own out, dialed and pressed send.
"Hey, Chloe," Bruce smiled widely. "It's Bruce Wayne. Sorry to wake you, sweetie. Would you mind very much meeting me at Lex's tomorrow? In the study. Yeah. G'night."
Lex felt that Bruce had just made one of the most important deals of his life.
"It's all up to you now," Bruce walked out of the room. "G'night, A."
Part: 7/8
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 one's kind of short, but I'll be posting the final part very soon.
*~*~*~*
It was 4:30 am when Lex was finally able to corner Bruce.
He had suffered through the pair's flirting at dinner, on the dance floor, and in the corner. Poor Clark, forgotten, had stuck next to Lex the entire evening.
During dinner, Bruce seemed to be perpetually whispering into Chloe's ear. She would laugh, before turning to murmur something back. But far worse than that was the Kissing. Granted, Bruce managed to be somewhat surreptitious about it, but Lex grew angrier each time he saw his "friend" kiss Chloe.
When Chloe began to yawn, Lex insisted Clark take her home, despite Bruce's oh-so-innocent protestations that she should stay at the manor for convenience. But now the party was over, and the guests who were leaving had left, and the guests who were staying had made their way to their own (and each other's) bedrooms.
Bruce was stretched out on the sofa, eyes closed.
Lex didn't know quite where to begin, so he started with the words that had been running through his head all evening.
"What ARE you thinking?"
"Beg pardon?" Bruce's eyes opened, sliding over Lex, amused, before sinking shut.
"Why did you kiss her?"
"Kiss who?"
"Damn it, Bruce! Chloe Sullivan."
"Oh," he smiled lazily, and Lex felt like breaking things.
"Oh? Chloe's still in high school."
"This I know," Bruce sighed, sitting up. "Not that those words mean anything to me coming from you."
"What are you getting at, Wayne?" Lex asked, indignantly.
"Do the words 'Angel Marbury' ring a bell?"
"That was different." He said firmly.
"How so? She was a freshman in high school, you were a junior - no, SENIOR in college."
"Fine, but that doesn't make it right. Besides, Bruce, I've changed." And Lex believed he had. He and his peers had made fun of the straight-laced values Smallville citizens held, but after living in the town for more than a year, he realized there was something to them.
Bruce laughed. "As have I. And since you obviously won't, one of us has to keep up the tradition of seduction."
"You ass," Lex said through clenched teeth. "You want her for sex." A part of him could understand that. Chloe was beautiful and sexy. But she was also witty, adventurous, and intelligent: the makings of a great girlfriend.
Bruce swung his feet from off the leather, and stood, staring at Lex. "My, but how the mighty have become self-righteous."
Lex was silent. Bruce was right. He'd changed, and maybe he was a bit self-righteous, but wasn't that his entitlement? After all, people changed constantly. He opened his mouth to defend himself.
"Listen-"
Suddenly Bruce broke into a smile. "A, it isn't that serious. She's amazing, and I don't blame you for loving her. I could do so myself if . . ." he trailed off.
"If what?" Lex asked, relieved.
". . . if it weren't for my undying loyalty to you, mate. Therefore, I shall give up the Chloe Sullivan chase - on one condition."
Lex looked at his friend expectantly.
"You pick it up. No excuses, no 'just friends' crap. She's great for you. I want you to date her. Frankly, I want you to marry her. But I'll settle for a relationship."
"It's not that easy-"
"Nothing is," Bruce said shortly. "At least nothing that good for you is. What's her cell number?" Without waiting for an answer, he reached for Lex's cell which lay on a table. After locating the number, he pulled his own out, dialed and pressed send.
"Hey, Chloe," Bruce smiled widely. "It's Bruce Wayne. Sorry to wake you, sweetie. Would you mind very much meeting me at Lex's tomorrow? In the study. Yeah. G'night."
Lex felt that Bruce had just made one of the most important deals of his life.
"It's all up to you now," Bruce walked out of the room. "G'night, A."