Title: Welcome to Wonderland

Chapter Completed: January 15, 2003

Just to be Safe….R Rating for this chapter!

Pouring over the given information Lex let out a sigh. It had taken him the better part of the day, but he was convinced he had pieced together the puzzle. And the picture it formed was far from pretty. He rubbed his forehead to relieve the tension.

Her father was a loyal employee of the company, working in medical research – loyal enough to receive free reign with the division's resources. That was probably part of the downfall. That and the twisted twists of fate. And that was something he could relate to, the mysterious ways of the divine. Whatever that might be. He picked up the medical report and death certificate. Sick twists of fate. But he doubted there were any other kind. Mother and child afflicted by the same illness. One dead to give the other life. Lex ran his hand down his face, reeling in the fact that a father could sacrifice so much to save a child. And dawning on how guilty the child would feel. He also knew how much of a tool that could be if manipulated properly. He could also draw parallels between them, him and her, that was probably why he was feeling what he was sure he was. Leaning back in his chair he just stared off at the door, trying to decipher what was flowing through him.

"Anna," he abruptly called out when she entered his line of vision.

"Lex?" she replied drawing it out like a question as she paused at the door.

He rose and circled to the front of the oak desk, "Could you come in here?" He gave the papers a quick push to the side as she approached, a smile playing on his lips.

She stood there, almost in waiting, to see why she had been beckoned. Unable to keep her eyes off him, even as she fought with her eyes, she was drawn to him.

He too seemed to have a problem controlling all his senses around her. He could catch the scent of her skin, swear he could hear her heart beat, remembered the taste of her mouth as he took in the very sight of her. All his will was tried to hold him back from fulfilling the need to touch, to feel her.

"I…" he took a deep breath to clear his head, "I know why you're here."

She fell still even her breath dared not to move.

Lex turned to the desk, picking up pages, "I'm sorry about your mother," he turned back to face her, holding the stack of pulp and ink.

His statement struck her in the weirdest way. Expecting a blow to the gut she received one to the heart and head. Her mouth opened but there was no sound, no words just the image of her mother flooding back into her head. Her eyes widened and she felt like her body would give out under her. She wasn't expecting that, wasn't expecting a jab into the personal tragedy that had began this. She expected an accusation, an assumption, not her mother.

He moved to support her, wanting to give the hug he never got, but unsure if he knew how. He brushed hair behind her ear, his fingers combing through to trail along her neck. Raising her chin to connect their lips.

The kiss was deep and shook Anna's body farther. His tongue moved with hers, stroking together until her moaned into his mouth. It was like every nerve in her body was numb and alive with sensation at that same moment.

She pulled back, before taken completely over the edge, meeting the affectionate resistance of his arm around her waist.

Lex's mouth hung open in question.

Again, it took her time to clear her head to speak. The touch of his lips disarming her mind. "You don't know it all," she shook her head, still working to pull back from him without success.

He shook his head along with hers, "Don't care."

Lifting her chin again, parting her lips by dragging his thumb down them he then captured the waiting gap with his mouth. The sensation rippled through her and his hands traced out her body, popping the buttons of her shirt. His hands moved up to her shoulders, using this to pull back to breath and still keep her in his sight.

"Not here," he spoke with his lips just hovering above hers, sending shivers through-out her body. Unable to resist, he kissed her again, before leading her down the hall to his bedroom. Both leaving the pages on the office floor along with any thought of Lex's connected to them.

As the door closed so did his mouth on hers. Their lips forming words neither could decipher, only feel. Now he pushed the shirt off her shoulders, letting it fall to their feet. Her hands became busy with the same task, but letting her hand trace along his naked chest. The air shuttered out her body.

They moved back in a sensual grace, stream lining to the awaiting bed. Carefulness of hands discovering new territory. Lex laid Anna back, moving in a fluid motion, on to the bed. His hand moved up her thigh, but over the fabric of her skirt to rest on her hip as he took position over her.

The handmaid licked her lips, but stopped the kiss before it landed on her, "I…" she searched for the words to explain her existence there, to give him the truth but could only find the pathetic voice, "shouldn't…"

He silenced her resistance with a finger on her lips and a slip of the tongue, "I could love you." He said it before his mind had a chance to filter it, unsure if it held truth or just wanting her in bed.

Either way the mere gesture stopped her words and let her fall into him. Forgetting her father, a five million stolen dollar debt and Lionel. All were temporarily wiped from her mind.

The playboy kissed the base of her neck, leaving a trail of them down between her breasts. One hand caressing her thigh, the other making light work of her bra.

"Beautiful," he muttered into her ear as he viewed her nearly naked body.

Every movement, every touch seemed to Anna to be about her. Alighting her senses. Awakening every inch of her body that had been numbed to the other. The only part shut down was her conscious mind. The only thing occupying her was the feel of his hands on her skin as he removed her clothes and almost suddenly him inside her, filling her. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, but she could still see every detail of his face down to the tiny scar on his lip. Even the sound of her name breathed into her ear excited her to no end.

"Lex," her voice was a moan into the room.

Her hands grasped onto his back, fingers threatening to leave scratches in their wake. Marking out where she had been as he delved into the wonderland. Developing their own rhythm. No thought, no words, just movement and passion.

Harder thrusts.

Haggard breathing.

Increased pace.

Muffled screams.

Flashes of light and body spasms.

One final groan and Lex collapsed over Anna, sweat slicked skin pressed to her quivering flesh.

"Lex…" her voice quivering like her form under him, but an afterglow smile on her lips.

He kissed her again, soft and chaste now. The man behind the brick wall had felt something.

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A/N: The title is inspired by John Mayer's "You're Body is a Wonderland".

And just a little side note…Lex/Michael is SO HOT! Sorry… hehe