Title: Should the Teacher Stand So Near?
Part: 8/8
Author: Cam
Author's email: Camerada2006@yahoo.com
Pairing: Chloe/Lex
Summary: Lex tutors Chloe
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em
A/N: Wow, it's the end. Thanks for reading everyone. I really, truly appreciate each and every one of the reviews I received.
*~*~*~*
Driving to Lex's, Chloe decided to break off whatever it was she had with Bruce.
He was great, she couldn't deny that. But she also couldn't help thinking he would get bored with her and move onto something new after a while. Lex might be arrogant, temperamental (particularly when dealing with stupid people), and snide at times, but she was sure he'd always appreciate her.
Well, that is, if they were actually together. And of course, she had been assured by Lex that this would never happen.
Even so, Chloe harbored a particular fantasy, set about five years hence, when she would be working for the Daily Planet. Lex would be in town, and she'd set up an interview. He'd insist they go out to dinner, and then dancing, and at the end of the night, they'd be in her industrial-style loft drinking Italian wine, listening to soft jazz, and he would kiss her, and then -
Bruce was outside, leaning against an impossibly expensive, foreign and tiny gold roadster.
Chloe put her thoughts in order, shoving images of a naked and oh-so-near Lex to the back of her mind. This was not to terribly hard to do, as Bruce was quite easy on the eyes. His black hair was a little messy, kind of like a little boy who had just rolled out of bed. The look contrasted nicely with the hard thigh muscles she could see shifting beneath his pants.
His face was easy, but his body was tapping out the morse code for "I've been waiting here forEVER."
"Nice car," she said, approaching.
"Gift to Lex," Bruce smiled, standing to kiss her on the cheek. "He hates Italian cars almost as much as he hates golden ones. So of course, I had to get him this." He ran his hand over the fender.
Chloe had trouble imagining getting a friend a gift she knew they would hate; particularly one so expensive.
"I guess it's the answer to 'what do you get the billionaire who has everything?'" She shrugged.
"Exactly," Bruce laughed, staccato and upbeat. "He'll donate it to charity, and get a nice little tax write-off. Come on in." Without waiting, he headed inside toward the study.
Chloe found herself skipping a little to keep up.
Tall and broad, Bruce was more like Clark, but as she watched his quick, measured steps, she realized the two billionaires shared an urban sophistication that Clark would never master. She wasn't sure if that was such a bad thing.
"You know," Chloe said, as they entered the study, "I forgot to give Lex his present." She reached into a hip bag and pulled out a rectangular package.
"Wait a moment and I'll go get him," Bruce said.
"Oh, it's ok, I can just-"
"Be right back!" Bruce walked swiftly from the study.
Chloe sighed. She wasn't so sure she was ready to see Lex. Bruce was hot, and as much as she'd enjoyed kissing him the night before, he didn't have the same implicit sexiness Lex did. Hell, watching Lex enter a room was practically an event.
"Chloe," Lex said with a breathtaking smile, making her feel as though he'd been waiting for her for hours, but if necessary, he'd wait longer.
He wore a black shirt and pants made of some soft, pearly gray stuff. Beneath the muted colors was vitality, an energy that took her breath away. She wanted him to cross the room, pull her into his arms and -
Or at the very least, she wanted him to want to.
"Hi, Lex," she held the package out to him.
"Thank you," he said, taking it from her.
"Open it!" Chloe commanded, rocking back on her heels. "Please?"
He chuckled, neatly removing her carefully chosen purple wrapping paper.
It was a book.
Chloe couldn't read his reaction. In fact, she wasn't all too sure he had one.
He opened the leather-bound book, and read the dedication aloud. "'For Lex: a book of some of my favorite poems, and a place for yours.'"
Lex looked up at her before continuing. "'Mica, mica, parva stella . . .'" He grinned at the Latin words. "'Twinkle, twinkle, little star,' my mother used to sing that to me."
"Really?" Chloe hadn't even known what the words meant. But now that she thought about it, it made sense that Lex did. She had just liked the way they sounded.
"Chloe." He was flipping through the book. "You copied them out by hand. Even 'Prufrock.'"
"It took a couple weeks, but yeah," she blushed, just a little.
"Thank you," he paused. "I'll have to find some poetry worthy of this lovely book."
"Well, I'm sure Whitman would find a happy home in there."
Lex sat the book down and walked toward her. Chloe expected a quick hug - she was mistaken. Lex's mouth sealed itself to hers, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her to him until there was no air between them.
His lips moved over hers insistently. In the back of her mind, Chloe wondered how someone with such icy blue eyes could have lips so warm . . .
Then Lex pulled back. "Chloe, I care about you. I want you to know that."
"Why?" She didn't know why, but Pete's warning was repeating in her head.
"I care because we're friends, first and foremost."
"You're friends with Clark, and I don't see you guys going at it like this," Chloe knew she was being a bit immature, but she had to be sure.
"Well, Clark's not nearly as beautiful as you are," Lex smirked, and Chloe nearly melted then and there. "Besides, Clark challenges my morals, but you, Chloe Sullivan, challenge my intellect. Clark is invaluable in my life . . . but I need mental stimulation."
"Just mental?" Chloe grinned.
"Well . . ." he smiled, dipping his head to kiss her again. "I'm not averse to other kinds."
"Lex," she whispered against his mouth. "Why - what made you change your mind?"
"I got some good advice," he laughed, a sound that rumbled deep in his throat.
"Oh, yeah, from who?" Chloe asked, pulling back to look into his eyes.
"A mutual friend," he said. "Do you ever run out of questions?"
"Nope," she smiled. "But they can be postponed-"
He kissed her again, drawing a moan from her mouth. "Like so?"
"Hmm."
She pulled back again. "But Bruce, he - oh, Lex . . ."
*~*~*~*
Outside the study, Bruce smiled to himself, slipping his hands in his pockets.
"Lex had better keep this one," he said to no one in particular, walking down the hall.
~END~
Works Cited:
"Steppin' Out With My Baby," Fred Astaire "Avalon," Nat King Cole "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," T.S. Eliot "Tao Te Ching," Lao-tsu "Mica, mica, parva stella," Latin folksong
Thanks for the reviews, everyone!
Part: 8/8
Author: Cam
Author's email: Camerada2006@yahoo.com
Pairing: Chloe/Lex
Summary: Lex tutors Chloe
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em
A/N: Wow, it's the end. Thanks for reading everyone. I really, truly appreciate each and every one of the reviews I received.
*~*~*~*
Driving to Lex's, Chloe decided to break off whatever it was she had with Bruce.
He was great, she couldn't deny that. But she also couldn't help thinking he would get bored with her and move onto something new after a while. Lex might be arrogant, temperamental (particularly when dealing with stupid people), and snide at times, but she was sure he'd always appreciate her.
Well, that is, if they were actually together. And of course, she had been assured by Lex that this would never happen.
Even so, Chloe harbored a particular fantasy, set about five years hence, when she would be working for the Daily Planet. Lex would be in town, and she'd set up an interview. He'd insist they go out to dinner, and then dancing, and at the end of the night, they'd be in her industrial-style loft drinking Italian wine, listening to soft jazz, and he would kiss her, and then -
Bruce was outside, leaning against an impossibly expensive, foreign and tiny gold roadster.
Chloe put her thoughts in order, shoving images of a naked and oh-so-near Lex to the back of her mind. This was not to terribly hard to do, as Bruce was quite easy on the eyes. His black hair was a little messy, kind of like a little boy who had just rolled out of bed. The look contrasted nicely with the hard thigh muscles she could see shifting beneath his pants.
His face was easy, but his body was tapping out the morse code for "I've been waiting here forEVER."
"Nice car," she said, approaching.
"Gift to Lex," Bruce smiled, standing to kiss her on the cheek. "He hates Italian cars almost as much as he hates golden ones. So of course, I had to get him this." He ran his hand over the fender.
Chloe had trouble imagining getting a friend a gift she knew they would hate; particularly one so expensive.
"I guess it's the answer to 'what do you get the billionaire who has everything?'" She shrugged.
"Exactly," Bruce laughed, staccato and upbeat. "He'll donate it to charity, and get a nice little tax write-off. Come on in." Without waiting, he headed inside toward the study.
Chloe found herself skipping a little to keep up.
Tall and broad, Bruce was more like Clark, but as she watched his quick, measured steps, she realized the two billionaires shared an urban sophistication that Clark would never master. She wasn't sure if that was such a bad thing.
"You know," Chloe said, as they entered the study, "I forgot to give Lex his present." She reached into a hip bag and pulled out a rectangular package.
"Wait a moment and I'll go get him," Bruce said.
"Oh, it's ok, I can just-"
"Be right back!" Bruce walked swiftly from the study.
Chloe sighed. She wasn't so sure she was ready to see Lex. Bruce was hot, and as much as she'd enjoyed kissing him the night before, he didn't have the same implicit sexiness Lex did. Hell, watching Lex enter a room was practically an event.
"Chloe," Lex said with a breathtaking smile, making her feel as though he'd been waiting for her for hours, but if necessary, he'd wait longer.
He wore a black shirt and pants made of some soft, pearly gray stuff. Beneath the muted colors was vitality, an energy that took her breath away. She wanted him to cross the room, pull her into his arms and -
Or at the very least, she wanted him to want to.
"Hi, Lex," she held the package out to him.
"Thank you," he said, taking it from her.
"Open it!" Chloe commanded, rocking back on her heels. "Please?"
He chuckled, neatly removing her carefully chosen purple wrapping paper.
It was a book.
Chloe couldn't read his reaction. In fact, she wasn't all too sure he had one.
He opened the leather-bound book, and read the dedication aloud. "'For Lex: a book of some of my favorite poems, and a place for yours.'"
Lex looked up at her before continuing. "'Mica, mica, parva stella . . .'" He grinned at the Latin words. "'Twinkle, twinkle, little star,' my mother used to sing that to me."
"Really?" Chloe hadn't even known what the words meant. But now that she thought about it, it made sense that Lex did. She had just liked the way they sounded.
"Chloe." He was flipping through the book. "You copied them out by hand. Even 'Prufrock.'"
"It took a couple weeks, but yeah," she blushed, just a little.
"Thank you," he paused. "I'll have to find some poetry worthy of this lovely book."
"Well, I'm sure Whitman would find a happy home in there."
Lex sat the book down and walked toward her. Chloe expected a quick hug - she was mistaken. Lex's mouth sealed itself to hers, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her to him until there was no air between them.
His lips moved over hers insistently. In the back of her mind, Chloe wondered how someone with such icy blue eyes could have lips so warm . . .
Then Lex pulled back. "Chloe, I care about you. I want you to know that."
"Why?" She didn't know why, but Pete's warning was repeating in her head.
"I care because we're friends, first and foremost."
"You're friends with Clark, and I don't see you guys going at it like this," Chloe knew she was being a bit immature, but she had to be sure.
"Well, Clark's not nearly as beautiful as you are," Lex smirked, and Chloe nearly melted then and there. "Besides, Clark challenges my morals, but you, Chloe Sullivan, challenge my intellect. Clark is invaluable in my life . . . but I need mental stimulation."
"Just mental?" Chloe grinned.
"Well . . ." he smiled, dipping his head to kiss her again. "I'm not averse to other kinds."
"Lex," she whispered against his mouth. "Why - what made you change your mind?"
"I got some good advice," he laughed, a sound that rumbled deep in his throat.
"Oh, yeah, from who?" Chloe asked, pulling back to look into his eyes.
"A mutual friend," he said. "Do you ever run out of questions?"
"Nope," she smiled. "But they can be postponed-"
He kissed her again, drawing a moan from her mouth. "Like so?"
"Hmm."
She pulled back again. "But Bruce, he - oh, Lex . . ."
*~*~*~*
Outside the study, Bruce smiled to himself, slipping his hands in his pockets.
"Lex had better keep this one," he said to no one in particular, walking down the hall.
~END~
Works Cited:
"Steppin' Out With My Baby," Fred Astaire "Avalon," Nat King Cole "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," T.S. Eliot "Tao Te Ching," Lao-tsu "Mica, mica, parva stella," Latin folksong
Thanks for the reviews, everyone!