CHAPTER 9
Chloe held her mouth stubbornly shut against his. Lex's tongue was persistent, pressing against her mouth to pry her lips open roughly. She knew that she should push him away, call Clark, call anyone to come pick her up and take her…anywhere. But she couldn't move, mesmerized by the motions of Lex's mouth. Carefully, hesitantly, she parted her lips, allowing Lex's tongue to take control of her mouth. She kissed him back, feeling the urgency of the argument take its new form. The kiss wasn't an apology, simply an extension of the play for control they had been partaking in for the past few weeks. It continued like a game of chess. Chloe pushed Lex away slightly, only to lick the bottom of his lip lightly with the tip of her tongue. A soft whimpering noise escaped his throat and he pulled her mouth back to his in order to make up for it, regaining lost ground. He wrapped his arms around her frail body, letting his hands creep up the bottom of the sweatshirt so he could lay his palms flat against the small of her back, pressing her body flush against him. Chloe felt his hands burn into her back like a branding. She spun him around, pushed him onto the couch and straddled his waist, wrapping her bare legs around him. Lex's anger was forgotten in a shudder of lust. His eyes were wide as he stared at the woman on top of him with a sense of awe.
Chloe leaned into him, deliberately rocking her hips gently as she moved, pleased at the resulting gasp from Lex. Checkmate.
"What is it you want from me, Lex?" Chloe breathed into his ear.
Lex drew in a shaky breath and whispered his response, "I want you." He pushed his upper body up on his forearms to brush a gentle kiss on her cheek, continuing them down to her jawline, following the sticky, salty path her tears had left behind, not taking his painful words back but moving forward and away from them. Chloe's skin began to tingle as she tried to define the change that had just occurred. The fierce ferocity of their power struggle had somehow shifted, mutating into some softer, equally forceful moment she couldn't begin to explain. He returned his attention to her mouth, kissing her lips softly, delicately. She couldn't break the contact if she wanted to.
When he finally moved his face away from Chloe's, his eyes looked desperately, almost pleadingly, into hers. "Tell me to stop." He asked her quietly.
Chloe closed her eyes and considered her options. She smiled wryly as she regarded the irony of the situation. Who would have thought she would ever be in this place, lying on a sleek couch with a sexually-charged Lex Luthor. Who would have thought Lex Luthor would ever be the last person she had left. Did she trust him? No. Did she like him? No. But he was all she had, and she clung to him like the life preserver he was. "I'm not going to do that." She answered clearly, eliminating the space between them with a swift kiss.