The first few days after Lex arrived in France were fantastic. They slept until noon everyday and just hung around the estate the rest of the time, swimming, riding, watching television or movies, they were more relaxed than either had been in years. They hadn't gone 'out' on an actual date but they were both fine with that because they were still getting accustomed to life as a couple, their physical relationship hadn't even progressed past light kissing and cuddling (yes Lex Luthor is a cuddler) but they weren't in a hurry to rush things. They wanted to do everything right.

The only thing that Lex perceived as being off or out of sorts was the relationship between Paris and Gustave. Usually they got along better than any two people Lex had ever seen. Paris was always Gustaves petit fille (little girl). Usually no matter what was going on Gustave and Paris had a great repor they talked about anything and everything. But lately things were strained between them. Conversations were quick and questions were answered tersely, there was no joking, no laughing no eye contact, not even a smile was exchanged between the two. Meal conversations were usually centered on Lex and his plans for the future or Gustave's next diplomatic or business pursuit, no one talked about Paris even though she was sitting right there. One day about a week into Lex's visit everything between Paris and Gustave came to a head.

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Paris walked downstairs in her riding gear on Saturday afternoon. Gustave was headed up to see her and they met in the foyer.

"Paris where do you think you're going?" He asked sternly.

"Well...Riding boots, riding helmet, riding clothes. Isn't it obvious? I'm going to church." She answered sarcastically.

"Paris you have an appointment with your therapist in 2 hours. You blew it off last week. I don't suggest you do the same this week."

"You can't make me go to therapy grandpere. I'm fine. Lex is here. I'm fine!"

"No you're not! Lex being here does not erase the fact that you suffered a traumatizing ordeal or that you spent this summer poisoning yourself whilst in hiding from the rest of the world."

"I've been through worse. Now please step out of my way so I can go riding."

"Paris you are not leaving until you finish your therapy sessions."

"I'm not a kid and I haven't broken the law so no I won't. And you can't hold me here against my will."

"Your father agrees with me. He can have your citizenship revoked and your passport invalidated."

"You can't do that." Paris said near tears.

"We will."

"I can't believe you'd actually take his side over mine."

"This isn't about sides Paris."

Lex came down the stairs ready to go riding as well. "What's going on?"

"Nothing." Paris answered, never taking her eyes off her grandfather.

"People in this house don't argue over nothing."

"Lex drop it, please."

"Paris I think Lex has a right to know."

"He doesn't need to know. Don't do this to me."

Gustave ignored her plea. "Paris has been ditching her therapy lessons during the past month. And her doctor as well as Malcolm and I are in agreement that she is in no mental state to go back to the U.S. at this time."

"This is not a matter up for discussion. This is my life!"

"Paris..."

"No I don't want to hear it. I can't believe you betrayed me like that." She pushed past Lex and ran back upstairs.

Lex looked to Gustave, dumbfounded. "I had no idea any of this was going on."

"It's alright. I should have told you earlier but I was hoping that she'd just do what needed to be done. I should know better. She's a good girl, just hard headed."

Lex just nodded in agreement and headed back upstairs. He found Paris sitting in a corner of her walk in closet with her knees tucked under her chin and her arms wrapped around her legs, crying. He stuck his hands in his pockets and walked in after her. "I thought you were claustrophobic."

"'s a big closet." She mumbled, not looking at him.

"I see." She was right, the closet was huge. He knelt down in front of her and put his hands over hers. "What's wrong?"

She sniffled and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "Um my grandfather insists on treating me like a child and he just humiliated me."

"I don't think anyone was laughing at you Paris."

"Please don't patronize me."

"Fine. You need to finish your therapy sessions before they'll let you come back with me. How long do you think this standoff is going to last. Because I do have to get back to LuthorCorp sometime and I believe you have a company also."

"Why does there always need to be something wrong with me? Why every time something happens I get thrown in therapy right away? I'm not sick."

"No you're not sick but you are depressed. I can see it in everything you do. You hardly eat, you've all but stopped taking your medication, you're not talking to your grandfather, you cry in the bathroom at night when you think no one can hear you."

"You heard that?" She asked, shocked.

"I did. Please finish your therapy. You'll feel better and I'll feel better knowing you're better."

She gave him a smile. "Why are you using circular logic?"

"Is it working?" He gave her a grin.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean it will in the future."

"Alright. Come here." He grabbed her up into a hug.

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A week later Paris had made up all her missed appointments, had made up with her grandfather and was about to head back home with Lex. The night before their departure Gustave gave them tickets to Cirque Du Soleil after that they went to a jazz club and stumbled back into the house around 3:00 in the morning.

Paris was standing in the closet trying to undress when she realized she couldn't reach her zipper. "Lex." She called into the bedroom.

"Yeah?"

"Can you help me with my zipper?"

"Yeah sure." He appeared behind her.

She swept her hair up to make it easier for him to find the zipper. Secretly she was enjoying the motion of him dragging the zipper down, combined with the feel of his breath on her neck.

Lex leaned in and spoke softly into her ear. "Do you remember the last time I did this for you?"

The feeling of his warm breath hitting her ear joined with the soft vibrations of his voice sent chills down her spine. Lex could see her shudder with delight.

She leaned back against his chest, dropped her hair and let him push the garment off her shoulders "Yeah, it was our prom."

"Do you remember what happened after that?"

She answered in a low seductive voice. "The same thing that always happens when you undress me." She turned to face him and lightly ran her hands up over his clothed chest before leaning in to kiss him.

She knew exactly how to turn him on, and he could have sworn she planned this; him helping her with her dress only to find she had worn a black lace thong with matching bra. Right now all he knew was he wanted to get the few remaining garments off her as soon as possible and get her into bed. The feeling of her hands on his chest as she kissed him caused Lex to harden immediately, well than and three months on a desert island, but mostly her. They didn't separate until it was absolutely necessary. When they did separate they could see it in each other's eyes blue and green were all but gone, instead wide black pupils were all that remained. Lex leaned down this tome to kiss her more forcefully, pushing his tongue into her mouth only to find hers waiting to coax it. He reached down around her bottom and picked her up, walking out of the closet and to the bed.

When the got to the bed She proceeded to tear his shirt off, sending button projectiles flying to every part of the room. He had managed to get her bra off one handed, while the other sat on the small of her back keeping her up as she straddled his lap. She pushed him down onto the mattress and proceeded to undo the button of his pants and unzip them, all without stopping kissing him. He flipped them over so she was on her back and he was on top.

He tore his mouth from hers and just took the sight of her in for a moment. She looked absolutely perfect laying there flushed, her hair pooled around her head. He stood and let his pants slide off, stepping out of them as they fell to the floor. Paris grinned impishly and reached over with her foot and tugged the elastic of his boxers down. Yes she was a talented woman. After successfully getting them to Lex's thighs he did the rest. Now all that stood between them and the rest of their lives was a piece of lace.

Lex leaned in and kissed her again, this time placing his hands on either side of the piece of fabric and slowly extracted it from her body as he deepened the kiss. When he finally got it off she wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer.

Lex abruptly stopped kissing her and stood straight up. "Shit."

Paris was very confused. "What?"

"Condoms. We need condoms."

"Oh, wait." She sat up and reached for the top drawer of her night stand, producing a brand new 6 pack.

Lex quirked an eyebrow as she handed him the packet. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

"No, paranoid. It's better to be safe than sorry."

He could see the sincerity in her face so decided not to press the issue. He quickly sheathed himself, as she lay back down. When he was done he settled back between her legs and started to suck the pulse point on her neck.

She was moaning with delight under the attention Lex was lavishing on her body, but she wanted him inside her. She had tried to lift her hips in order to give him a hint but he wasn't budging. "We have time for slow later. Please Lex."

Luthor's didn't pass up chances in ANY area of life. With one swift motion Lex was deep inside her. When he entered her it was warm, and tight from her not having and sex in over 6 months. They could both feel the electricity flow through both their bodies, she gasped and he groaned, both in pleasure. Paris felt complete and Lex felt at home. They both knew that for the rest of their lives they would not be without the other.

They used the entire pack that night.

The next afternoon they boarded a plane for Kansas. They were sore and tired, but they were going home together.