Chapter 7 – The Day

Chloe couldn't see anything but the shining blue eyes that beckoned to her. She could only feel the hand that moved between her legs, his long finger moving slowly inside her, his thumb drawing lazy circles around the small nub that sent shockwaves through her system every time he moved across it. Then her eyes slid shut as she felt his lips soft and gentle on the side of her mouth, his tongue licking the side of her lip and then moving closer to…

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

"Aaahhhhhhhhh," Chloe bellowed as she flung her arm and slammed her hand down on her alarm clock. "God damnit, that is so fucking not fair!" Her body felt like it was on fire. She had a thought to pull her tiny vibrator out of her nightstand but decided against it, since she knew her Dad would be up already and Lana was likely to just walk in at any point. Suddenly she really wished she were better at masturbating. It just never seemed to feel right, although now seemed like a good time to give it another shot. Just as her hand reached the edge of her panties, Lana came bursting through the door.

"Chloe, can you do me the hugest favor?" She was so damned bouncy and excitable it was stomping on every last one of Chloe's nerves. Smiling her perfect smile she flounced down on Chloe's bed. "Can you please stop at Maudlin's boutique when you are in Metropolis and pick up a pair of shoes I put on hold. Please, please, please."

'Oh God, make it stop' Chloe silently begged from behind her still closed eyes. 'The begging has to end; it is too early for begging, well unless it was involving a certain sexy, bald… Shit, mind out of the gutter Sullivan' "Lana, Lana, ok, I give. Whatever, just write it down and I will try." Chloe managed to get the words out without ever fully opening her eyes to focus on Lana's form.

"Thank you, thank you , thank you, you are the best friend ever, ever," Lana bubbled as she nearly choked Chloe with a hug. Then Lana was out of the room and skipping down the stairs. Chloe collapsed back on the bed and sighed, she really hated happy morning people. Then suddenly her mind caught on something that Lana had said, "when you are in Metropolis."

Chloe paused for a moment, then sat bolt upright, and completely awake. "It's Friday, I'm going to be with Le... I mean I am going to Metropolis to visit Lois for my birthday." 'Yeah, definitely need to keep practicing that.' She thought. Then a smile or maybe something more between a grin and a leer crept across her face. 'I am going to Lex's tonight, I am going to … OH GOD, I am going to …. OH …. Get a grip, Sullivan; you certainly aren't going to be impressive doing it if you can't even say it inside your own damn head.' She took a deep breath then 'I am going to have sex with Lex Luthor tonight.' And then the grin/leer was back in place, where it would remain the rest of the day, well, most of the day anyway.

School was, well school. It took too long and was a massive barrier between the now and the "Lex time" as far as Chloe was concerned.

"Hey Chloe you behave yourself up in the big city this weekend, okay?" Pete's grin was threatening to break his face.

"Thanks, Pete, I will." She smiled back. "Oh hey Clark, big weekend plans?"

He shrugged, "Not really, some chores and hangin' out with Pete here," he grinned and clamped his arm around Pete's head.

"Hey man, watch the hair," Pete pushed him away trying to sound angry but still grinning. "I am meeting Linda after last period, I need to be at my best." He looked like he was posing for an Abercrombie and Fitch ad, well, with clothes.

Chloe and Clark dissolved into laughter at the same moment. Chloe shook her head and looked down at her watch. She was thinking of skipping last period to get a jump on looking good for tonight and she still had a few packing decisions to make. Who needed French class anyway, didn't Lex speak French? Maybe he could teach her a couple of things. Maybe he could teach her French while she lazily kissed her way up and down his naked body. Maybe she could learn a few phrases on how to direct your lover to those perfect places, and then there were French kisses and…

"EARTH TO CHLOE!" She blinked and saw Clark's hand waving in front of her face.

"Umm, I'm sorry did you say something".

Clark laughed, "Yeah just wishing you a good trip and all, what were you thinking about?"

'Well, I was thinking about finding out just how bald you best friend really is. Okay, SO not the right answer.' "I was just going over a few things in my head, you know mentally packing and all." She replied hoping to end the subject and be off.

"Yeah well, I'm sure if you forget anything you can borrow from Lois," he smiled as he hugged her.

"See ya on Monday."

"Yeah Chloe, see ya then." Then Clark and Pete were headed down the hallway. And Chloe was headed out the door.

She stood in front of the mirror, it was 5:30 and she was going to leave soon, just to be sure her dad didn't see her leave. It would have been hard to explain the outfit for a three-hour drive to Metropolis. She wore a floor length black skirt with a slit all the way to her upper thigh, the thigh highs she had gotten for her birthday party and four-inch sandals with ties up around her ankles. Her shirt was a deep red and was cut low in the front; the red bra she chose was giving her a nice cleavage. The shirt had sleeves that went just below her elbows and the hem ended just where her skirt began, so any movement in her arms brought it up and showed the pale smooth skin of her stomach.

She wore the gold locket Lex had given her, truth be told she hadn't taken it off, except to shower since the night he gave it to her. She found tiny faux ruby earrings she had gotten for Christmas and a couple of gold bracelets. Her hair was up with a gold and ruby clasp that curved around the back of her head. She had pieces of hair falling around her face and a few tendrils at the back of her neck. Her makeup was light except her eyes, she did them in smoky blacks and a hint of green to bring out her eyes, a little golden shimmery blush and a crimson lipstick completed the ensemble. She took a deep breath, 'Have fun Sullivan, you deserve it', she said to herself, in her best pep-talk voice.

She took her overnight bag, and got in the car at 5:35 and headed in the direction of Luthor mansion.

She pulled into the drive and before she could grab her bag someone had already opened her door. "Ms. Sullivan, good evening, I'll just put your car in the garage." The man smiled and she thought he looked familiar but she just couldn't be sure.

"Uum okay, thanks," was all she could manage. All of this having someone take care of you sure was strange. As she reached the door it opened as if on its own.

"Ms. Chloe, so nice to see you this evening," Andrew smiled and closed the door behind her as he spoke. "Mr. Luthor will be home shortly, he apologizes for his delay, and asked that you make yourself at home. Can I get you anything to drink?"

Chloe just stared for a moment then the words flew out before she could stop them, "Did he actually say 'tell her to make herself at home' or did he say escort me to the library and then wait outside the door to checkup on me." She narrowed her eyes at him. Lex may still be unreadable but the average person was much easier for Chloe to judge.

Andrew chuckled, although he tried to cover it. "He specifically said "make herself at home.' Shall I point you in a particular direction?"

She thought about that, all the places she could lurk, the doors she could try to open. But her relationship with Lex just wasn't about that anymore. He was her friend and after tonight maybe more, but the things she wanted to find out about him were personal and she wanted him to be the one to tell her. However, there was someplace she wanted to see again.

Smiling she said in a low voice, "Lex's bedroom actually." For a second she thought Andrew was going to raise his eyebrow or choke or something, but he did nothing, simply smiled and said, "of course, follow me."

She pushed back the heavy door and walked inside, it was just as she remembered it, only with more light. The heavy dark furniture and thick violet curtains. Then the bed, she suddenly saw that the bedding wasn't black but a deep navy blue. The sheets were exquisite, she remembered how they felt on her skin, and thought of how they would feel again. She blushed as the heat rose in her body at that thought. She walked slowly over to the large dresser and fingered some of the artifacts there. No pictures, just things that looked like they belonged in a museum There was a beautiful mirror and brush set. They were heavily engraved and she saw at once the large "LL" on each object and one that seemed to cover the entire tray they sat in. She ran the tips of her fingers over the edges as if she was afraid she might break them.

"They were my mother's." His voice came out of the darkness near the doorway.

Chloe spun around so fast she almost fell off her heels. Her face flushing red, she started speaking so fast he had trouble picking out the words, "Lex, I'm so sorry, I- I didn't mean to, oh God, I am so rude, I apologize, but Andrew said, and then I just wanted to-" he cut her off with a kiss. Her rant gave him ample time to cross the room. She was dazed when he pulled back for breath, a smile clearly visible on his face.

"Chloe, I'm not mad. I am much more pleased to find you in here, than to find you trying to pick the locks to some door in the east wing," his smile was full and reflecting heavily in his eyes. Truthfully he was elated, he had stared at her across the room for a moment, and she was just so beautiful. He had given her free reign of the house and would have been disappointed but not surprised to see her rifling through his desk. He knew she had a curious side. Hell it was more like an all consuming disease sometimes. But he liked that part about her as well. She was driven just like him, she wanted to understand things, figure them out. They really had a lot in common. Suddenly he realized how amazing she looked. Taking in the hair and the sultry eyes, the very kissable lips and the cleavage that seemed to be taunting him he realized they needed to get out of this room and quick or his night of gentle seduction was going to be over in about ten minutes.

"Dinner should be ready," he said as she still seemed to just be staring at him.

"Oh yeah, ok." She said, putting the smile back on her face. Her mind was whirling; she couldn't think straight when he was that close, she wanted to touch him, kiss him, envelope him. It was exhilarating and unnerving all at the same time. 'God, I am never going to be able to have a relationship with him, I can't even freakin' speak when he's so close.'

They were at the dining room by the time she had finished berating herself. Then she stopped dead at the sight. The room was beautiful; heavy wallpaper that looked like spun silk, a giant chandelier that glistened; the table was mahogany and HUGE. The chairs looked like they were made for giants and were covered in beautiful blues and golds. There were white lilies and roses on the table and enough china and glassware to start a store, but there were really only the two place settings. Chloe's mouth dropped open a bit, and Lex noticing that she had stopped glanced back and his face registered confusion for just a moment. Then he was beside her and urging her into the room.

"Do you like it? I recall you said you liked white lilies, and the roses were beautiful today." He spoke softly and so near her ear that she could actually feel his breath on her neck. She shivered slightly and he smiled, glad for the effect he was having on her, glad to know that he wasn't the only one being driven mad.

"Lex it is beautiful, all of it, you really didn't have to go to so much trouble." She smiled but he could hear the trepidation in her voice.

"Of course I did, this is a special night and you are a special woman." He was looking down at her now, needing her to believe him. Willing her to see herself the way he saw her, to see the strong and beautiful woman that he saw standing in front of him, the one that had captured his heart.

She looked up and into his eyes; she needed to see behind the mask to see the man, the man that made her feel strong and safe. He let her, and she smiled. A true smile this time; she felt safe, warm, good. He seemed to be able to give her what she needed, to push away her doubt when she couldn't do it alone. "Thank you." Then she reached up and laid her hand on his cheek, hovering over the smooth skin for a second before drawing him down to her. She felt her lips brush again his, so soft and gentle and yet the fire that jolted her system told a different tale. The kiss was tender and short, but it said what each of them had not found the words to say.

With that Chloe let Lex guide her to her chair and dinner began.

The dinner was extravagant, the conversation exciting and comfortable at the same time. Lex realized why he had never been able to maintain a relationship in his entire life; he could never just be with them. He was always trying to work an angle for business or sex or just a distraction. Tonight, with her, and all the other nights and days he had spent in her company, he knew that he would never be able to let her go. She filled a need in him that he didn't even realize had been there, cured an ache he was always afraid to question.

Dessert was a triple chocolate cake with an amaretto sauce. He watched her face as she closed her eyes and savored every bite. "uuummmmm, Gaaudd, it is soooo good," she mumbled while finishing the last bite. Then she took her finger and swept up the last drops of sauce on the plate. She then proceeded to suck her finger in her mouth moaning as her cheeks hollowed out then as her lips released the finger her tongue darted out and licked the last remaining sweetness from the tip. Lex's eyes were glued unblinking to her mouth during the entire exchange and when she moaned he couldn't stifle his own, but when her tongue darted out at the end he thought he would die. He shut his eyes to stamp down the desire that was making his pants uncomfortably tight.

Chloe picked up her wine glass and drank the last, it had only been one glass, but somehow just letting it pass her lips and over her tongue she was searching for some temporary courage as the velvety liquid slid down her throat. She returned the glass to the table and then smiled up at Lex. He was looking at her but the only thing that showed her was the darkness in his eyes.

She wasn't sure what to do. She had never purposefully come to this place before. It was easy to make the plans, to flirt and banter with endless innuendos. But here, now, she knew that it was time. Time to take that step but she didn't know how, didn't know what to do, what to say. She was nervous and suddenly every insecurity she had ever experienced in her entire life came rushing into her head. She just stared at Lex, he was, well, he was just beautiful. He was perfection from the color of his eyes to the smoothness of his skin to the way he wore his clothes and the way he moved when he walked. And all that was before he opened his mouth, and what a mouth, perfect lips with one small scar, just enough to separate him from actually being a god. She imagined that when the Greeks invented their perfect Adonis this was it, the personification of everything powerful, graceful and masculine. Then on top of all that he was Lex Luthor.

He was wealthy beyond what she could truly imagine, he was powerful, intelligent and worldly. He could have anything he wanted. He had but to utter the words and things appeared before him, she had seen it happen. She had seen the women who practically dropped themselves at his feet, they were stunning, and she was Chloe. And that was the real problem. How could she have ever believed he would really ever want her. She would never be good enough for him, could never please him, couldn't possibly hold on to him. She needed to leave, had to go before he laughed at her, before he ridiculed her inexperience, her imperfections, her everything.

Lex watched as the emotions flitted across her eyes. He saw the attraction, the want, the need, but then he saw apprehension, and trepidation, and finally the fear. It was the fear that scared him. He moved to take her hand but he was too slow. She was out of the chair and moving toward the hall. She began in rapid fire, not even sure what words were coming out of her mouth, "Um, Lex I'm tired, I should probably just go, it was great, really, everything was great, thanks for, well, I gotta – "

She was moving fast, but he was faster, he caught her halfway down the hall and pulled her to him. She refused to look up at him and was squirming to get out of his grasp. He tightened his hold until he was sure if he did it any further she wouldn't be able to breath. Still she wouldn't look at him. Her breathing coming fast and shallow. He began to speak keeping his voice low and soft.

"Chloe, you know that you don't have to be scared of me. I would never make you do anything that you didn't want to do. Now tell me what's wrong, don't hide behind your fears, tell me the truth Chloe, and using the "we should be friends" speech won't work on me. I'm not the farmboy. I see you, and I won't let you run from what you want, not anymore." He had moved one hand up and was gently running his fingers through her hair as he spoke. "Please tell me what's wrong."