Angels Fear To Tread

Rush - spun the only way it should be, the Chlex way.

Pairing: Chloe/Lex, er, Chloe and almost everyone else to some extent!

Rating: R for language and smut. This one is getting dirty, people!

Summary: The smut has finally arrived! Exercise caution. If you don't like this sort of thing then don't read it. We all know that this is what should really happen in 'Rush'. I mean, really, is the woman blind? Perhaps they mixed hers and Lionel's test results up? Anyway, rant over. This takes a wee while to get going with the good Chlex, so be patient! The chapters are pretty short, so I'll be updating fairly quickly. This isn't beta-ed, so there's no-one to blame except me. Please R&R, this is my first Chlex, and only my second ever fanfic. I need direction and encouragement. Please nurture me!

Disclaimer: Yes, indeed I am the owner of WB, but despite my massive power and influence I can't make the writers get Chloe and Lex together. Damn those artists! Damn them! Really, not mine, just for fun, please don't sue.

Archiving: Please ask first. All reviews gratefully received at skeptik@lycos.co.uk

A/N: sukie1220 - Seriously, I jumped up and did little dance when I got your review! It means so much to be encouraged, thank you so much. As requested, let the Chlex begin!

asharnanae - thank-you so much for the encouragement! Sometimes I don't know if I'm getting anywhere and its so good to know that other people like my story. I am ridiculously over excited to be on your favorites lists! I hope you like this chap, the Chlex is here at last!

Chapter 5

Pulling the car up quietly, Chloe checked her hair and make-up in the wing mirror and stepped out. The ride over had been exhilarating; it was such a rush to drive in the high heels she was wearing. The possibility of death round every corner was exciting, and she'd driven fast all the way. Except, of course, for the last mile or so. After all, she wanted to arrive unexpectedly and lay her trap before a certain someone knew she was here. Ringing the bell, Chloe stepped back as the heavy wooden front door as it swung open.

"Hi, could I please see Mr Luthor? Junior, that is."

Lex was not feeling great. His father had just handed him a load of extra paperwork, reinforcing the fact that Lex was now just another employee at LuthorCorp. On top of that there had been all the fuss at the caves over the last couple of days; the anthropologist he had employed had turned out to be a fussy prima donna, and he had fallen out with Clark again. Earlier, when he'd arrived to apologise to the boy, Clark had been thoroughly hostile, and even accused Lex of being a traitor. Things were not good with the only person he actually felt he could call a friend.

Stalking around his office, he collected all the necessary files for the long night's work ahead of him. And then there was Chloe Sullivan, of course. Much as he didn't want to admit it, Clark's friend's words had been distinctly arousing. The look in her eyes was something he'd never seen in her before, and it was true that the mixture of innocence and... what was the right word... wantonness was very erotic. His jaded palette for woman rarely saw anything new, anything as unsullied and yet lustful as she had been in that cave. Sighing, he marshalled his thoughts to his work.

A genteelly cleared throat asked for his attention, and in well modulated English tones his butler said,

"Excuse me, sir, but you have a visitor."

"Wilson, I gave explicit instructions that I was not to be disturbed."

"Yes sir, I know, and under normal circumstances... but sir, the young lady was very insistent. She said that it was on a personal matter."

"Very well, Wilson, who is it." Lex sighed in resignation, picturing some hapless ex of his, seeking money or affection.

"Its a Miss Chloe Sullivan, sir. I asked her to wait in the drawing room."

Lex's eyebrows shot up in surprise as his butler withdrew from the office. His swift business mind began to run over possible scenarios, discarding the least likely possibilities. He never went into a meeting without first being prepared for all eventualities. The most likely situation was that she was hopelessly embarrassed about what she had said to him earlier on, possibly still on some drug from the rave, and hadn't meant to say what she did. He'd done the same himself a few times, when he was younger and wilder. She would apologise and he could get on with his work. "And yet..." Lex's lips curled in a half-smile. Collecting himself, he sauntered out of the office.

Upon arriving in the drawing room, he was surprised to find no Chloe. Her soft black leather blazer was thrown over the arm of a chaise longe that matched it in material and color. Her bag was dumped on the white sheepskin rug in front of the comfortable log fire. But unless she had taken to hiding under furniture, she was not present. Not putting anything past her, he almost started to gingerly bend down to look under the coffee table, when he heard the familiar click of billiard balls in the adjoining room. "She's not entirely contrite, then." With a characteristic smirk, he opened the door, but was brought up short by what he saw.

Chloe had her back to him, leaning at full stretch to take a difficult shot. One foot was raised slightly, showing off the high black heels with their delicate ankle strap. Her long tight black skirt was slit to thigh level, showing just a trace of stocking top. The soft jersey material of the skirt clung in all the right places, framing the curves of her butt to perfection and giving a hint of garter belt underneath. Lex had to resist the primitive and unheard of urge to whistle. Perhaps he had misread the situation after all. Outwardly, of course, the famous Luthor reserve stood him in good stead, and he was able to say, with perfect calm,

"Miss Sullivan. I believe you were asked to wait in the drawing room."

Not bothering to look round, Chloe lined up her shot.

"I got bored. There weren't any crayons."

"Well, I am sorry. I'll have someone to look into buying out the nearest toy store should you visit again." The voice was calm, unyielding, velvet. Executing her shot perfectly, Chloe straightened and turned to face him.

"One of these days, Mr Luthor, you will most assuredly win your coveted Best Hostess category in The Lady magazine." Her tone matched his perfectly, smooth and unruffled.

"Pleasant as it always is to spend time sparring with you, Miss Sullivan, I am rather busy. Was there anything in particular you wanted," he let his eyes take her in, head to toe, noticing that the sheer black blouse she wore revealed a short basque underneath, lifting up her breasts into perfect semi circular supplication, "perhaps to apologise for your comment earlier?" Probably best if he dealt with this as efficiently as possible, before he forgot that she was only seventeen.

"My comment... earlier... Oh, yes, Mr Luthor, that's it exactly!" She adopted the attitude of a small child waiting to be chastised, feigning embarrassment. Her voice dripping with honey, she continued, "I'm so sorry for saying that I wondered what you taste like. I just thought it and it kind of popped out without me realising." Resting her head on one side and glancing up at him from beneath lowered lashes, inching forward to just a few steps away from him, she asked, "Can you ever forgive me for being so forward and unladylike?"

"Now I know you're joking Miss Sullivan. I don't believe for a second that you have ever worried about being ladylike in your life. Nonetheless, apology accepted." Lex found that he was smiling as he looked down at her. She was obviously trying to turn the whole thing into some kind of comic situation and so diffuse any tension between them. She probably had a date later, hence the sexy outfit. Relieved, he waited for her to make a move to leave, and was surprised when she pouted, lifting her head to meet his eyes.

"Mr Luthor, you misjudge me. I'm not joking about anything." There was the fire and wantonness in her eyes again, and Lex suddenly became aware of just how near to each other they were standing.

"Chloe, perhaps..." He was surprised when she lifted her finger to his lips, stopping his words. Her eyes were also focussed on his lips, and he caught a scent of something, familiar yet elusive, under the sophisticated perfume she was wearing. Brushing past him, she left the room.