A/N: I am the devil for making people wait this long, and this is a short
chapter and I'm *really* sorry but tragically real life is getting in the
way of writing! But I promise that I will get this finished!! I haven't
disappeared!
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Lex watched in frustration as Chloe drifted off into sleep. He needed her mind right now. He was feeling frustrated that he hadn't seen what his father was doing right under his nose, and burned out by the last few days. He wasn't used to this sort of on the run cloak-and-dagger stuff, no matter what people thought of him. And Chloe's last comment burned into his mind. Why had his father chosen to kidnap him? For what purpose, because there had to be one. Nothing Lionel Luthor did was ever without purpose.
Lex could feel his brain dragging as he fought to find the answer. Chloe's slow breathing suddenly tickled his arm. He glanced down at her. She had tipped her head slightly in her sleep, and her face was against his arm. He smiled, feeling suddenly tender. No one ever made him feel that way, but Chloe touched something in him.
Possibly, it was the way she used bravado and guts to get things done when he was beginning to see that she wasn't so tough on the inside. And the knowledge made him respect her more. That and want to protect her.
Letting go of his control over his thoughts, he found himself thinking of Chloe instead of his father. He gently moved her over on the bed, sliding down to lie beside her; her breath on his face instead of his arm.
Smiling, he reached over and stroked her cheek before brushing a loose stand of hair away behind her ear. She sighed and snuggled closer, only to stop when her arm hurt. She whimpered in her sleep.
Lex stopped touching her; loathe to give up the contact but not wanting to hurt her anymore. He laid his head on a pillow beside her, and gave into the luxury of a deep sleep since the first time they had been kidnapped.
Chloe woke groggy. Pain was in her arm, and it ached but it wasn't the shooting pain that she had been feeling the day before. Oh please let it be healing already! She thought. Then she was assailed with another sensation that she liked better.
She was lying on her back, her good arm thrown over her head. She glanced down and what she saw confirmed what she felt. Lex was sleeping beside her on his stomach, snuggled up against her side, with his arm thrown over her waist. Reveling in the feel of his body against hers, Chloe moved a little so that her body was snug up against Lex's. When her movements encouraged his sleeping form to tighten his grip around her waist, Chloe smiled then shut her eyes, in case Lex woke up and saw how much she was enjoying this. She still wasn't sure what he felt about her, and wasn't about to push it.
Lex woke to the feel of a soft body underneath him. Pulling tighter he realized that he recognize the form. Chloe. He smiled in his sleep. He heard her breathing sped up, but didn't let her go. He opened his eyes, and found hers closed.
"Chloe." He said quietly, gently running his hand from her hip to the bottom of her breast and back down again. "I know you're awake. I can hear you breathing." He said.
Without opening her eyes, Chloe retorted. "That means I'm alive, not awake!"
"My mistake." Lex murmured, waiting for the first look in her eyes when they looked into his.
Slowly, she opened her eyes, and found his lying flat on his stomach, looking up towards her face. His blue eyes were soft, observing her.
Her breath caught in her throat. He looked almost feral, observing her with hungry intensity whose meaning Chloe didn't even pretend to misinterpret. His hand drifted down to her hip and up again, a casual caress that did nothing casual to her body. Chloe felt like a slow burning furnace was being stoked, and she wasn't sure she wanted to put it out, while at the same time feeling a little afraid. She didn't have volumes of experience, and she knew Lex did, and the way he was looking at her made her feel wanton and a little inexperienced as well.
Lex knew the minute Chloe began feeling nervous. He saw the hunger in her eyes dampen, the color of her eyes clouding a little. He mentally shook himself, curbing his desire. What was he thinking? He demanded of himself. The girl just got shot, and fell asleep against you for comfort. Control yourself! He demanded. Then the feel of her hand against his brought his gaze back to hers.
With her sore arm resting against Lex's arm; Chloe smiled a slightly sneaky, coy smile, as she ran her good hand across his face, over the top of his head, before grabbing his neck and pulling him forward.
Not needing to be told twice, Lex pulled himself up until he was even with Chloe's mouth. He moved carefully, so as not to move her bad arm. Watching her eyes stir with desire, he lowered his mouth towards hers, watching as her eyes drifted closed before his did the same, as he brushed his lips against hers.
Lex caught Chloe's hair in one hand, tilting her head back to allow his better access to her mouth. He teased her lips with his tongue until her lips parted. Their tongues slid together as he tightened his grip on her waist, pulling them even closer together.
Chloe tried to supress a moan as Lex's tongue plundered her mouth. She was sure she was going to wake up at any minute, but darned if she wasn't going to enjoy him while she good, and he was such a good kisser. She moved her arms, up around his neck... or tried to. The agony that shot through her arm was enough to kill the mood. She whimpered.
Lex pulled away as soon as Chloe moaned. It hadn't been a sexy moan, but one of pain. He tried to reign himself in. What was he thinking? Practically attacking her when she was injured. He pulled his arm away from her waist, and rolled off the bed.
"Lex." Chloe said, as he headed for the shower. "I'm... well I'm sorry."
He didn't turn around, figuring the sight of him aroused would make her even more flustered then she already was. "Don't worry Chloe. Take some more pain killers. I'm just going to take a shower."
He walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He looked at himself in the mirror. "A cold shower." He told himself, a subtle dig at himself. "A cold shower."
TBC...
A/N: Sorry again that this is so short, but I figured people would rather have a little bit then wait even longer till I'd written more...
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Lex watched in frustration as Chloe drifted off into sleep. He needed her mind right now. He was feeling frustrated that he hadn't seen what his father was doing right under his nose, and burned out by the last few days. He wasn't used to this sort of on the run cloak-and-dagger stuff, no matter what people thought of him. And Chloe's last comment burned into his mind. Why had his father chosen to kidnap him? For what purpose, because there had to be one. Nothing Lionel Luthor did was ever without purpose.
Lex could feel his brain dragging as he fought to find the answer. Chloe's slow breathing suddenly tickled his arm. He glanced down at her. She had tipped her head slightly in her sleep, and her face was against his arm. He smiled, feeling suddenly tender. No one ever made him feel that way, but Chloe touched something in him.
Possibly, it was the way she used bravado and guts to get things done when he was beginning to see that she wasn't so tough on the inside. And the knowledge made him respect her more. That and want to protect her.
Letting go of his control over his thoughts, he found himself thinking of Chloe instead of his father. He gently moved her over on the bed, sliding down to lie beside her; her breath on his face instead of his arm.
Smiling, he reached over and stroked her cheek before brushing a loose stand of hair away behind her ear. She sighed and snuggled closer, only to stop when her arm hurt. She whimpered in her sleep.
Lex stopped touching her; loathe to give up the contact but not wanting to hurt her anymore. He laid his head on a pillow beside her, and gave into the luxury of a deep sleep since the first time they had been kidnapped.
Chloe woke groggy. Pain was in her arm, and it ached but it wasn't the shooting pain that she had been feeling the day before. Oh please let it be healing already! She thought. Then she was assailed with another sensation that she liked better.
She was lying on her back, her good arm thrown over her head. She glanced down and what she saw confirmed what she felt. Lex was sleeping beside her on his stomach, snuggled up against her side, with his arm thrown over her waist. Reveling in the feel of his body against hers, Chloe moved a little so that her body was snug up against Lex's. When her movements encouraged his sleeping form to tighten his grip around her waist, Chloe smiled then shut her eyes, in case Lex woke up and saw how much she was enjoying this. She still wasn't sure what he felt about her, and wasn't about to push it.
Lex woke to the feel of a soft body underneath him. Pulling tighter he realized that he recognize the form. Chloe. He smiled in his sleep. He heard her breathing sped up, but didn't let her go. He opened his eyes, and found hers closed.
"Chloe." He said quietly, gently running his hand from her hip to the bottom of her breast and back down again. "I know you're awake. I can hear you breathing." He said.
Without opening her eyes, Chloe retorted. "That means I'm alive, not awake!"
"My mistake." Lex murmured, waiting for the first look in her eyes when they looked into his.
Slowly, she opened her eyes, and found his lying flat on his stomach, looking up towards her face. His blue eyes were soft, observing her.
Her breath caught in her throat. He looked almost feral, observing her with hungry intensity whose meaning Chloe didn't even pretend to misinterpret. His hand drifted down to her hip and up again, a casual caress that did nothing casual to her body. Chloe felt like a slow burning furnace was being stoked, and she wasn't sure she wanted to put it out, while at the same time feeling a little afraid. She didn't have volumes of experience, and she knew Lex did, and the way he was looking at her made her feel wanton and a little inexperienced as well.
Lex knew the minute Chloe began feeling nervous. He saw the hunger in her eyes dampen, the color of her eyes clouding a little. He mentally shook himself, curbing his desire. What was he thinking? He demanded of himself. The girl just got shot, and fell asleep against you for comfort. Control yourself! He demanded. Then the feel of her hand against his brought his gaze back to hers.
With her sore arm resting against Lex's arm; Chloe smiled a slightly sneaky, coy smile, as she ran her good hand across his face, over the top of his head, before grabbing his neck and pulling him forward.
Not needing to be told twice, Lex pulled himself up until he was even with Chloe's mouth. He moved carefully, so as not to move her bad arm. Watching her eyes stir with desire, he lowered his mouth towards hers, watching as her eyes drifted closed before his did the same, as he brushed his lips against hers.
Lex caught Chloe's hair in one hand, tilting her head back to allow his better access to her mouth. He teased her lips with his tongue until her lips parted. Their tongues slid together as he tightened his grip on her waist, pulling them even closer together.
Chloe tried to supress a moan as Lex's tongue plundered her mouth. She was sure she was going to wake up at any minute, but darned if she wasn't going to enjoy him while she good, and he was such a good kisser. She moved her arms, up around his neck... or tried to. The agony that shot through her arm was enough to kill the mood. She whimpered.
Lex pulled away as soon as Chloe moaned. It hadn't been a sexy moan, but one of pain. He tried to reign himself in. What was he thinking? Practically attacking her when she was injured. He pulled his arm away from her waist, and rolled off the bed.
"Lex." Chloe said, as he headed for the shower. "I'm... well I'm sorry."
He didn't turn around, figuring the sight of him aroused would make her even more flustered then she already was. "Don't worry Chloe. Take some more pain killers. I'm just going to take a shower."
He walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He looked at himself in the mirror. "A cold shower." He told himself, a subtle dig at himself. "A cold shower."
TBC...
A/N: Sorry again that this is so short, but I figured people would rather have a little bit then wait even longer till I'd written more...
