Lex found her sitting in his office with a glass of scotch in one hand. She wasn't drinking any of it, just holding it. He decided to sit in the chair across from her, with his own glass of scotch in hand. Chloe didn't look at him, she didn't even move, at all. She was looking, no staring, at the floor, thinking. And, oh God, that can't be good.
After what Lex thought was an eternity of silence, Chloe finally moved. He watched the blonde carefully tuck her legs underneath her. She was composing herself, short breaths, perfect posture, wanting to be as rational and professional as possible. With a sip of scotch, she cleared her throat. "Where is your bedroom? And by bedroom I mean the one you actually sleep in, not a guest bedroom. Or shall I call them your victory rooms?"
Lex was glad Chloe decided to start talking again. He had to admit, though, that he was a bit confused. "Why do you want to know where my bedroom is?"
"I want to see it," she quickly answered. No hesitation, just a quick, determined answer.
"No one goes into my bedroom. My former wives haven't even seen it."
"Probably because they didn't have enough time to get to it."
True, Lex didn't have the greatest record when it came to relationships. His girlfriends, or affairs, never lasted over a week. Desiree, his first wife, only lasted two days. Helen lasted a little over a month, his longest lasting relationship.
Why the short-lasting affairs? Maybe it was because Lex had a hard time in letting people in. With a father like Lionel Luthor, it was almost expected. He remembered his father's words, "Never let anyone truly see you. They will know your weakness, then display it for the world to see. They will destroy you, because they are against you. Everyone is against you."
Of all the time Lex has spent rebelling against his father, he has been doing the one thing that will make him become Lionel Luthor. His weakness was emotion, it was fairly obvious. Lex spent too much time trying to distance himself from everyone, even the one that were the closest to him. He imagined that Lionel used to have emotions, but it was too long ago. Lionel, himself, probably couldn't ever remember actually feeling, the way humans are supposed to.
Before he knew it, he was leading Chloe to his bedroom, slowly breaking down his walls piece by piece. He wasn't going to become like his father, even though he was well on his way already. At first, he thought Chloe was the one shaking, but soon realized that it was actually him. He was going to let her see him. Soon the door was open, he was open, and it was blinding. The light coming down on him, pouring out of his bedroom, pouring out of him.
Chloe walked in, taking in the sight. It was a normal room, maybe a little bit bigger than most. She turned around and looked at him. She knew what he was doing, Lex could tell in her eyes. He watched as she started to undress, slowly taking in her beauty. He reached out for her, bringing her in for a kiss. The kiss was desperate, he needed it, wanted it. At that moment it was the only thing keeping him sane. She was the only thing keeping him sane.
Their bodies rolled on the bed, limbs entangling, sweat glistening their smooth skin. It was slow and relaxed, but also fast and primal at the same time. Their breaths were quick, needing air, but they didn't really want to stop tasting each other, feeling each other. Lex was seeing Chloe for who she really is, and she was seeing him, truly seeing him. He simply couldn't last any longer, looking into her eyes at that one moment, he knew that she wouldn't destroy him.
THE END!
After what Lex thought was an eternity of silence, Chloe finally moved. He watched the blonde carefully tuck her legs underneath her. She was composing herself, short breaths, perfect posture, wanting to be as rational and professional as possible. With a sip of scotch, she cleared her throat. "Where is your bedroom? And by bedroom I mean the one you actually sleep in, not a guest bedroom. Or shall I call them your victory rooms?"
Lex was glad Chloe decided to start talking again. He had to admit, though, that he was a bit confused. "Why do you want to know where my bedroom is?"
"I want to see it," she quickly answered. No hesitation, just a quick, determined answer.
"No one goes into my bedroom. My former wives haven't even seen it."
"Probably because they didn't have enough time to get to it."
True, Lex didn't have the greatest record when it came to relationships. His girlfriends, or affairs, never lasted over a week. Desiree, his first wife, only lasted two days. Helen lasted a little over a month, his longest lasting relationship.
Why the short-lasting affairs? Maybe it was because Lex had a hard time in letting people in. With a father like Lionel Luthor, it was almost expected. He remembered his father's words, "Never let anyone truly see you. They will know your weakness, then display it for the world to see. They will destroy you, because they are against you. Everyone is against you."
Of all the time Lex has spent rebelling against his father, he has been doing the one thing that will make him become Lionel Luthor. His weakness was emotion, it was fairly obvious. Lex spent too much time trying to distance himself from everyone, even the one that were the closest to him. He imagined that Lionel used to have emotions, but it was too long ago. Lionel, himself, probably couldn't ever remember actually feeling, the way humans are supposed to.
Before he knew it, he was leading Chloe to his bedroom, slowly breaking down his walls piece by piece. He wasn't going to become like his father, even though he was well on his way already. At first, he thought Chloe was the one shaking, but soon realized that it was actually him. He was going to let her see him. Soon the door was open, he was open, and it was blinding. The light coming down on him, pouring out of his bedroom, pouring out of him.
Chloe walked in, taking in the sight. It was a normal room, maybe a little bit bigger than most. She turned around and looked at him. She knew what he was doing, Lex could tell in her eyes. He watched as she started to undress, slowly taking in her beauty. He reached out for her, bringing her in for a kiss. The kiss was desperate, he needed it, wanted it. At that moment it was the only thing keeping him sane. She was the only thing keeping him sane.
Their bodies rolled on the bed, limbs entangling, sweat glistening their smooth skin. It was slow and relaxed, but also fast and primal at the same time. Their breaths were quick, needing air, but they didn't really want to stop tasting each other, feeling each other. Lex was seeing Chloe for who she really is, and she was seeing him, truly seeing him. He simply couldn't last any longer, looking into her eyes at that one moment, he knew that she wouldn't destroy him.
THE END!