Angels Fear To Tread
Summary and Disclaimer in Chapter 1
A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with the somewhat confusing leap into Chapter 8. As you probably know, Chapter 7 is only available on the NC-17 board at the marvellous naughty-seduction.net. If anyone has any probs getting hold of it, mail me and I'll send you the link. Hopefully, this still works without Chapter 7, I'm sure you can all surmise what happened in the interim! Feedback & let me know what you think. Xx
Malu - OMG, I was so excited when I got your review. I'm sorry I didn't get it in time to acknowledge it last chap. I love your site so very much - after I read Autumn People by Jenn I stumbled onto your site and got hooked on all the Chlexy goodness! Thanks for the encouragement, chica! X
Jenny - Hey again, hope you got the link I sent you and managed to find the fic. More bad Chloe coming your way, hon!
Chapter 8
Waking with a start, Chloe felt completely disorientated. Trying to see in the heavy darkness, she became aware of arms wrapped around her, warm breath on her neck, and another naked body pressed against hers. Momentary panic gave way to a sudden flash of remembrance. Shifting slightly at the dull ache between her legs, and with an extremely satisfied smirk, Chloe settled back into Lex's arms, and fell asleep.
Lex awoke a couple of hours later to see her sitting up on the edge of his bed, seemingly trying to get her bearings.
"Chloe, are you ok?"
"Yes, I'm great. In fact, I'm marvellous!" A warm feeling of self- satisfaction spread through his body, and he reached out for her, hungry for her all over again. Turning, she leaned in and kissed him lingeringly, then pulled away from him.
"I have to go to the bathroom, and your room is the size of my whole house. Where is it? I can't make it out."
"Walk straight across from where you're sitting. Don't get lost."
"I'm not one of your usual airheads, Lex. Although your instructions are complex and difficult, I feel that I can probably work this one out, given time." Chloe kissed him again, almost tempted to stay where she was. Unfortunately needs must, and she pushed up off the bed.
Lex waited until he saw her form silhouetted in the bathroom light, then sank back into the pillow. A small smile of disbelief played across his lips, before he fell into a light sleep.
Drifting in and out of wakefulness, he became aware that something was not quite right. Chloe had been in the bathroom far longer than he had expected, although he couldn't tell exactly how much time had passed. Reaching over and flicking on his bedside light, he squinted across at the bathroom door.
"Chloe...?" No response. Sighing, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. A slight ache all over reminded him that Chloe had given him a damn good workout earlier. "As soon as she gets out of that bathroom..." Not bothering to cover himself, Lex walked over to the door and knocked gently.
"Chloe, are you ok in there?" Still no response. Fear rising in his throat he tried the handle and found the door unlocked. The room was in darkness and his hand trembled over the switch for a hundredth of a second before he snapped the light on.
She wasn't there. His eyes flicked to the window, but it was safely bolted from the inside. Years of tortuous training at his father's elbow had taught him to look first for history repeating itself, but it seemed that she was safe from that, at least. Horrible images of the day that she'd been thrown from his window by masked attackers flooded through Lex's mind, and he turned sharply away from the empty bathroom.
Pulling on a pair of black silk pajama pants, Lex jogged out into the hall and scanned the corridor for any sign of her. Finding nothing, he began to systematically check the rooms, then headed downstairs. Becoming increasingly worried at each doorway, he was running through a variety of unpleasant scenarios of what could have happened to her, all the while hoping against hope that she was ok.
The insistent ring of his office phone interrupted his search. Fighting to calm his breath, he strode to the desk and grabbed the receiver.
"Yes." For anyone unfamiliar with the Luthors' abilities as negotiators and strategists, the change, which had snapped over his demeanor in a matter of mere seconds, would have seemed eerie. His tone was even, controlled, and it would be impossible looking at the man now to deduce that a lover had recently disappeared from his house.
"Mr Luthor."
Summary and Disclaimer in Chapter 1
A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with the somewhat confusing leap into Chapter 8. As you probably know, Chapter 7 is only available on the NC-17 board at the marvellous naughty-seduction.net. If anyone has any probs getting hold of it, mail me and I'll send you the link. Hopefully, this still works without Chapter 7, I'm sure you can all surmise what happened in the interim! Feedback & let me know what you think. Xx
Malu - OMG, I was so excited when I got your review. I'm sorry I didn't get it in time to acknowledge it last chap. I love your site so very much - after I read Autumn People by Jenn I stumbled onto your site and got hooked on all the Chlexy goodness! Thanks for the encouragement, chica! X
Jenny - Hey again, hope you got the link I sent you and managed to find the fic. More bad Chloe coming your way, hon!
Chapter 8
Waking with a start, Chloe felt completely disorientated. Trying to see in the heavy darkness, she became aware of arms wrapped around her, warm breath on her neck, and another naked body pressed against hers. Momentary panic gave way to a sudden flash of remembrance. Shifting slightly at the dull ache between her legs, and with an extremely satisfied smirk, Chloe settled back into Lex's arms, and fell asleep.
Lex awoke a couple of hours later to see her sitting up on the edge of his bed, seemingly trying to get her bearings.
"Chloe, are you ok?"
"Yes, I'm great. In fact, I'm marvellous!" A warm feeling of self- satisfaction spread through his body, and he reached out for her, hungry for her all over again. Turning, she leaned in and kissed him lingeringly, then pulled away from him.
"I have to go to the bathroom, and your room is the size of my whole house. Where is it? I can't make it out."
"Walk straight across from where you're sitting. Don't get lost."
"I'm not one of your usual airheads, Lex. Although your instructions are complex and difficult, I feel that I can probably work this one out, given time." Chloe kissed him again, almost tempted to stay where she was. Unfortunately needs must, and she pushed up off the bed.
Lex waited until he saw her form silhouetted in the bathroom light, then sank back into the pillow. A small smile of disbelief played across his lips, before he fell into a light sleep.
Drifting in and out of wakefulness, he became aware that something was not quite right. Chloe had been in the bathroom far longer than he had expected, although he couldn't tell exactly how much time had passed. Reaching over and flicking on his bedside light, he squinted across at the bathroom door.
"Chloe...?" No response. Sighing, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. A slight ache all over reminded him that Chloe had given him a damn good workout earlier. "As soon as she gets out of that bathroom..." Not bothering to cover himself, Lex walked over to the door and knocked gently.
"Chloe, are you ok in there?" Still no response. Fear rising in his throat he tried the handle and found the door unlocked. The room was in darkness and his hand trembled over the switch for a hundredth of a second before he snapped the light on.
She wasn't there. His eyes flicked to the window, but it was safely bolted from the inside. Years of tortuous training at his father's elbow had taught him to look first for history repeating itself, but it seemed that she was safe from that, at least. Horrible images of the day that she'd been thrown from his window by masked attackers flooded through Lex's mind, and he turned sharply away from the empty bathroom.
Pulling on a pair of black silk pajama pants, Lex jogged out into the hall and scanned the corridor for any sign of her. Finding nothing, he began to systematically check the rooms, then headed downstairs. Becoming increasingly worried at each doorway, he was running through a variety of unpleasant scenarios of what could have happened to her, all the while hoping against hope that she was ok.
The insistent ring of his office phone interrupted his search. Fighting to calm his breath, he strode to the desk and grabbed the receiver.
"Yes." For anyone unfamiliar with the Luthors' abilities as negotiators and strategists, the change, which had snapped over his demeanor in a matter of mere seconds, would have seemed eerie. His tone was even, controlled, and it would be impossible looking at the man now to deduce that a lover had recently disappeared from his house.
"Mr Luthor."
