another already! couldn't help myself, really. i'm gonna stop typing this now, so you can continue on and read the chap.
enjoy...
why me?
Lex was, for lack of the ability to use big words at the time, happy. He was presently in his office, gliding around the table.
He'd just gotten back from driving Chloe home. They hadn't really talked about the repercussions of what they were doing. Note-not what they had done. Chloe had given no indication that what happened was wrong, or that it was going to stop. Lex had kissed her goodnight on the cheek, being the gentlemen that he tried to be in front of Chloe, and she had then taken the responsibility of taking it further.
Right now, Lex was on too much of a high to feel anything other than contentment, and well, ecstasy. He was not worried, or nervous. He knew if he even started to allow himself to think about happened, then bad things would unfold. He'd then begin to think of all the reasons why nothing could happen. Like, the age difference, though not devastating, people would still have that as debate material. Then, there's Clark, and Pete, Gabe, his Father. He was pretty sure Lana would accept it. But, there's also Clark's parents, and his father, wait, he mentioned that already.
But, he wasn't thinking about that right now. Right now he was thinking about her. About the taste of her lips, the feel of her touch. Just...her.
He wished she was there, but knew it was better that she wasn't. He wanted her. And, he had a pretty good idea that she wanted him, as well, and just as much. Which would lead to something that he was sure neither was ready for, not even him.
He was sitting at his desk, tapping his fingers on the surface. Then, he got up. Then, he sat back down. Then, he stood up and started towards the door. He didn't know what to do. It was late, but he wasn't tired, not really. He was thinking too much right now to be thinking about sleep.
So, he walked to his room, practically skipping, with a smile plastered on his face. He didn't know what he was going to do. He could work. But, he didn't want to. He could go for a drive, but that would leave him too much time to think.
As he entered his room, he finally realized, for the second time, that the lights were out. He'd forgotten to ask Chloe about that. Chloe, wonder what she's doing now, Lex thought. No, no, he needed to think about the lack of light.
He tried the switch, but no such luck. The lights still remained dormant.
"Great," Lex muttered under his breath, "This is great."
"I beg to differ," came the voice to his right.
Lex slowly turned in the direction of the voice, knowing fully well who was there, his gaze falling upon the one person, the only person, who could make this day hell.
"Father."
***
hey, you knew he'd show up sooner or later. unfortunately. Then again, there 'scenes' are slightly entertaining. and fun. so, all's good. i, as always, do hope you liked it. it's now nighttime nighttime, so i should probably be getting off now. i hadn't intended on writing this, now, but, hey, whatcha gonna do? so, write ya later. bye all.
enjoy...
why me?
Lex was, for lack of the ability to use big words at the time, happy. He was presently in his office, gliding around the table.
He'd just gotten back from driving Chloe home. They hadn't really talked about the repercussions of what they were doing. Note-not what they had done. Chloe had given no indication that what happened was wrong, or that it was going to stop. Lex had kissed her goodnight on the cheek, being the gentlemen that he tried to be in front of Chloe, and she had then taken the responsibility of taking it further.
Right now, Lex was on too much of a high to feel anything other than contentment, and well, ecstasy. He was not worried, or nervous. He knew if he even started to allow himself to think about happened, then bad things would unfold. He'd then begin to think of all the reasons why nothing could happen. Like, the age difference, though not devastating, people would still have that as debate material. Then, there's Clark, and Pete, Gabe, his Father. He was pretty sure Lana would accept it. But, there's also Clark's parents, and his father, wait, he mentioned that already.
But, he wasn't thinking about that right now. Right now he was thinking about her. About the taste of her lips, the feel of her touch. Just...her.
He wished she was there, but knew it was better that she wasn't. He wanted her. And, he had a pretty good idea that she wanted him, as well, and just as much. Which would lead to something that he was sure neither was ready for, not even him.
He was sitting at his desk, tapping his fingers on the surface. Then, he got up. Then, he sat back down. Then, he stood up and started towards the door. He didn't know what to do. It was late, but he wasn't tired, not really. He was thinking too much right now to be thinking about sleep.
So, he walked to his room, practically skipping, with a smile plastered on his face. He didn't know what he was going to do. He could work. But, he didn't want to. He could go for a drive, but that would leave him too much time to think.
As he entered his room, he finally realized, for the second time, that the lights were out. He'd forgotten to ask Chloe about that. Chloe, wonder what she's doing now, Lex thought. No, no, he needed to think about the lack of light.
He tried the switch, but no such luck. The lights still remained dormant.
"Great," Lex muttered under his breath, "This is great."
"I beg to differ," came the voice to his right.
Lex slowly turned in the direction of the voice, knowing fully well who was there, his gaze falling upon the one person, the only person, who could make this day hell.
"Father."
***
hey, you knew he'd show up sooner or later. unfortunately. Then again, there 'scenes' are slightly entertaining. and fun. so, all's good. i, as always, do hope you liked it. it's now nighttime nighttime, so i should probably be getting off now. i hadn't intended on writing this, now, but, hey, whatcha gonna do? so, write ya later. bye all.
