Title: Not Just A Kiss
Author: Lucy Mars
Rating: PG
Summary: It's not just a kiss. It's the start of something beautiful.
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Shimmering like crystal he's
afraid he'll break, her eyes glowed under the luminous light of his office and
the moment that they found his through the haze of lust that had settled over
them both, an overwhelming awareness fills him with the knowledge that he would
willingly spend the rest of his life drowning himself in her emerald orbs. It's
daunting, the weight that settled upon his shoulders when he realized how much
he'd like to just stand here in his office with her in his arms for the rest of
eternity.
As the world rushed by below
them and Metropolis lit up the night sky with the fervor of a city with a
million things yet to do before the day passed them by, the two stood immobile
in a lover's embrace, confusion slowly intertwining with the desire that had
suddenly grasped them both in an unrelenting, yet not unwelcome embrace. The
hands of time continued to pass them by unnoticed and fate herself smiled down
upon the two mortals as they struggled to remember how they ended up in their
current position. What it was that brought them to this and why did neither of
them want to let go?
Standing with her in
his arms, Lex couldn't remember where it was that they started and Chloe's only
thinking about why they hadn't sooner. The fleeting question of 'why now'
fluttered through both their minds as they stood silently and stared at each
other, each trying to understand something that neither really understood just
yet.
Licking her lips to taste him
again, Chloe caught the subtle movement of Lex's eyes as they followed her
tongue and darkened with an emotion that made her toes curls in her obscenely
expensive shoes with satisfaction and raw want. Want, she wanted Lex. It hit her so squarely in the chest that
Chloe would have stumbled ungracefully onto the cold marble had Lex not been
holding her so firmly against the sculpted lines of his body. Her tremor of
realization passed through Lex and Chloe could hear her heels sliding over the
Italian marble as Lex unconsciously pulled her impossibly closer. It was that
very same marble that had earlier made her heels click in a rhythmic beat as
she strode confidently into his office, as if no time had passed since they'd
last seen each other all those years ago. The click, click, click had announced her arrival to Lex and it had
been from the very tips of her red Prada pumps that Lex's silent appraisal of
Chloe had begun. Even now, without a whisper of space between either of their
bodies as they melded perfectly into one, Chloe could still feel the heat of
Lex's gaze as his spheres of grey had swept up her body with obvious
appreciation. The power of his kiss was still humming through her body but the
burn of his gaze was what she couldn't get out of her mind.
It was in that
single moment that Chloe decided that just maybe it isn't wrong for them to
pursue this, whatever it is that they've just begun. Taking the initiative this
time, Chloe closed the distance that she had initially put between their red
lips and kissed all of Lex's thoughts away. Curling her fingers around the
lapels of his suit and creasing it with lines that would never disappear, Chloe
could feel herself falling head first into the sea of sensations that enveloped
her in a tantalizing embrace. It felt like an ascension of a sort, to a certain
higher state of being for the fraction of a moment; inevitable and pleasantly
surprising all at once.
The sudden awareness of his
taste in her mouth was like a high that could never be recreated to fit
conveniently in a bottle. He rolled over her tongue like the words in her mind:
Lex, Lex, Lex, and Chloe couldn't
help but wonder why her mind hadn't thought up something more eloquent or
original to shout. But as his tongue swirled over her own, Chloe knew that it's
because this was what Lex reduced her to, a pile of monolithic syllables that
screamed for him and only him. Fused together, Chloe realized belatedly that
she'd lost her all oxygen in Lex and when she gasped for air to fill her
burning lungs, in seeped the taste of Lex, forever branded on her soul.
Maybe it wasn't just a kiss,
Chloe amended to herself when they both pulled away and she felt his eyes burn
straight through her and light a fire deep within. Maybe it was the fact that
he was the one who was kissing her that made all the difference in the world.
His own breath coming in
desperate pants, so unlike the controlled man he usually was, Lex found himself
drowning in the confusion that followed every gasp of air that filled him with
the sweet scent that was distinctly Chloe. He wanted to kiss her, ravish her
right here and right now. All that could have been forgiven but it was the
overwhelming need to never let her go that left him helplessly lost. Struggling
to find control where none existed, Lex felt himself plummet even lower into
the abyss of the unknown when alarms went off in his head the moment Chloe's
right hand left its resting spot over his racing heart. Following the hesitant,
yet determined movement of her hand with his eyes, Lex stood still as Chloe
reached up and caressed his cheek thoughtfully. His fingers clutched her hips
desperately and he saw a new vulnerability in her, a side that Lex was sure she
rarely, if ever, showed. He knew that she would loath to seem anything but
strong in a world that devoured the weak. Her strength was her pride but in
that moment, he saw fear hovering beneath the passion that swam in her eyes.
Fear because she'd lost control, they'd both lost control. An occurrence that
scared them both more than either will ever admit.
Fear though, could take a
backseat at the moment. The feel of her hands on his face seemed like the
softest approval he's ever gotten and before the moment passed them both by,
Lex leaned in for another kiss.
Chloe bit his lip gently and the moan that he released to echo through the rapidly darkening office caressed her ears and feel like the sweetest approval she's ever received.
They both know that
there will be mistakes to be made but for now there's this. For now, there's
just the two of them.
What they both can't stop
thinking is that mistakes have never felt so damn good.
Her hands reached for the back
of his neck and in that moment, the image they create of two people pressed
against each other seemed to embody their idea of perfection.
THE END.