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"Mrs. Potter! It's great to see you!" Nell stood for a second, her eyes wide. Seeing Lana trying to inch her way out of the room she grabbed her arm.
"Oh no you don't," she said in a low voice, giving Lana a threatening look. Just then, Dean walked into the hall, his hair tousled and his eyes bleary. He saw Lana and wave of disappointment came over his face. Then he saw Lex and it was replaced by surprise.
"Mr. Luthor?" Nell traded looks with him. They turned to Lex. Nell smiled sweetly as if they weren't in this situation. She gestured towards their living room.
"Please, Mr. Luthor. Make yourself at home. Dean, Lana, and I will be in the kitchen. We'll bring out something for you. Please, it'll only be a moment." Lex wasn't given time to answer for Nell whisked her husband and Lana off into the kitchen.
Lex sighed and sauntered into the living room. He looked at the pictures sitting on the mantle. They were all of Dean and Nell hugging and smiling. None of Lana. Well, there was a picture of Dean and Nell hugging while eating a monster cookie. In permanent purple marker, 'someone' wrote, "fucking losers. Retards!" Les couldn't help but smile. He was interrupted by a crashing sound coming from the kitchen.
"LANA! CONTROL YOURSELF!" Lana laughed.
"Do not laugh at your mother, Lana!" Dean voiced was full of frustration and anger. There was another crash.
"SILENCIO, OLD MAN! SHE IS NOT MY MOTHER!" Lex cringed. Lana's scream hurt his ears.
"Dean," Lex heard Nell say. There was a small rustling sound and a series of squeaks.
"Hey! Get. Off. Off. Me. DEAN!" There were more thumping sounds, but they soon subsided.
"Are you going to act like a normal seventeen year old?" There was a muffled sound. Then the sound of someone getting up.
"Have I ever told you how much I hate you guys?"
"Yes, dear. A lot more than once," drawled out Nell.
"I just don't want you to forget it."
"Dammit, Lana! Stop acting like a child! You need to grow up!" It sounded like someone pounded their fist on the table. Lana snorted.
"Whatever."
"Lana, we are tired of you coming home every night. When we said that you were to be more independent, we didn't' mean for you to come home late every night. And with a man, no less. You are grounded, young lady." Lana laughed again.
"Oh, please! You can't ground me! I can do whatever the hell I want!"
"Watch your language!" Lana let out an exasperated sigh.
"Dean swears!"
"Dean is a grown and accomplished man. You aren't grown or accomplished."
"Do you guys even hear what comes out of your mouths? It's ridiculous!"
"Excuse me?" Nell's voice was low and threatening.
"You're excused. It's okay you can do what ever you want,"
"Lana," Dean warned. She went on as if he had said nothing.
"And, I can do whatever I want." That made Nell snap.
"NO YOU CANNOT!" Les rushed to sit back on the sofa when he her Lana's heels pound down the hall towards the living room. Her eyes were full of anger and pure determination. Lex was slightly scared when she approached him and grabbed his hand and jerked him up nest to her. He was quite surprised at her strength. Dean and Nell came in. they quickly hid their deadly expressions.
"I can do whatever what I want! In fact, I'm inviting Lex to stay with us while he's here on business. He is even going to sleep in my room. And he's already accepted." she turned her face to Lex and flashed him such a hopeful look, he couldn't refuse. She was biting her lip and her eyes were wide and pleading. He turned to Dean and Nell's shocked faces.
"Yes, I love your place. I will be here for a while and I don't really like staying at expensive hotels. I don't like the fuss. You guys are so cozy and I feel so accepted." They traded looks and Lex knew he had gotten them with the "accepted" line.
"I guess you're staying here, Mr. Luthor," Nell grimaced and the two left, sighing heavily. Lana waited until she hear their door slam, then threw herself at him. She hugged Lex so tight; he thought he heard a bone or two crack.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Lex! I'm forever in you debt!" Les couldn't help but smirk at her glee.
"I didn't know that you knew I was looking for a slave," Lana sobered and pulled away.
"Sorry, bad joke. I didn't mean-" Lana smiled.
"That's okay, Lex. I know you didn't mean anything by it." Lana linked their arms and guided him up two flights of stairs.
"I think that your par-" He stopped himself, seeing her menacing look.
"Your caretakers are doing well for themselves. It's a big place." Lana shrugged as they continued on down the hall.
"Yeah, well, most of the rooms are guestrooms anyway. My room isn't that swanky. It's a normal teenager's room." Lana opened a black door, splattered with pink paint. There was a giant, pink L on it. She flipped on the light.
Lana had been wrong. The room was unlike any teenager's room he had seen. The walls were black and covered in the most…breathtaking artwork he had ever seen. There works that screamed emotions, they were practically jumping off the canvas. On the floor, there were more pieces that seemed unfinished. On her desk there were sketches. Even though they were sketches, they still took away his breath. There was one wall that was covered in words and posters. The whole, entire wall, no gaps. They weren't posters of bands of actors. They were posters of famous artwork. The words were quotes. There was another wall that was all window. With curtains, of course.
Her ceiling was also black and splattered with pink paint. Hanging from the ceiling was a giant flower fan. It looked like a flower, but it was really a fan. In one corner there was a bed. The covers were black. The pillow was silk and purple. On the other side of the room, there was another bed. It was pink, just pink. The carpet was very self and white. There were candles everywhere, giving the room a very light, lavender scent.
There was one door that Lex guessed led to the bathroom and there was a walk-in closet as well. Lex got a glimpse of her clothes and looked away. The floor of the closet was strewn with lace panties and bras. There were dangerously high shoes, and skimpy clothing. Lana took his coat and her purse and threw it on a small loveseat she had placed in front of a TV. She opened her arms wide and smiled.
"Well, this is my room. It's the one place I can feel…good." Lex smiled in awe. Lana self-consciously looked in a floor-length mirror, checking her face.
"Is there something on my face?" Lex laughed and walked over to her, putting his hands on her shoulders. He smiled again.
"Lana, this is the most amazing room I have ever seen. And believe me; I have seen many girls' rooms." Lana laughed.
"I believe you." Lex grinned then walked around. Lana twisted her fingers nervously, as he examined the works of art.
"Did you make these?" He wanted to know. Lana rubbed the back of her neck and sighed.
"Look, Lex. I know that they are really amateur and bad-" Lex cut her off and threw his hands up in awe. It wasn't often that Lex Luthor was that awed.
"These are stunning, Lana. I'm astounded. Really, I am." Lana's eyes went wide with hope. In that moment, she didn't look like Lana, the Prostitute. She looked like Lana, the person wanted to be appreciated and loved. Lex was familiar with that desire. Very familiar, in fact.
"You really think so/" Lex nodded vigorously. He gestured to the art gracing the wall.
"Lana, look at this. I've met very famous and accomplished artists and none of their work compares with yours. It's something that could change the world. It's so…I can't find any words for it. That's how amazing it is. I've been rendered speechless." Lana's wide eyes swept over her work. When she spoke, her voice was soft and full of emotion.
"I can't explain it either, Lex. I don't think it has words. It's just…a feeling. A sensation, if you will. But it's more than that. It can be so much more. It can be the breath of life, the voice of love. The possibilities are endless, Lex. I wish that everyone could feel it." Lex watched her in admiration. The way she looked at the wall, it moved him. He tried to remember if he had ever been that passionate about something.
Lana snapped out of her reverie and smiled up at Lex. She took his hand and squeezed.
"Thank you, Lex," Lana walked over to closet and disappeared in it.
"What would you like to wear to bed, Lex?" She emerged with all sorts of men's sleepwear. Lex shuttered, not wanting to know where or how she had come in possession of these. He pushed them away.
"Actually, I sleep in my boxers. If that's okay with you." Lana shrugged and dumped the clothes on the side of the sofa. She put both hands on her hips.
"Well, then. Since you agreed to do this and are the guest, you can pick your own bed. But I think I have a pretty good idea as to which one you're gonna pick," Lex smirked and raised an eyebrow.
"Is it that obvious?" Lana grinned and fluffed the pillow of the black bed.
"There you go, Lex. I guess I'll let you strip," she winked, "and I'll change in my closet." Lex grinned and she walked into the closet, pulling a thin curtain to hide herself. Lex could still see her outline. He quickly averted his eyes when she pulled off her shirt and shrugged out of her bra, letting it fall to the floor. He focused on getting out of his clothes.
Lana walked out from the closet, wearing gray short shorts and a pink camisole. She stretched, revealing the elastic of her panties. Lex determined that she was definitely a strong supporter of Victoria's Secret. He noticed how nice, long, smooth, and slender her legs were. She eyed his purple, silk boxers and firm abs.
"Nice," she teased. Lex smirked.
"Thank you, Miss Lang. I also commend you choice of slumber wear." Lana laughed and took off her earring, laying them on her dresser.
"Yeah, well, I kind of put on more clothes for you. I usually don't sleep with this much." She didn't see Lex gulp.
"May I remind you, I'm used to women sleeping in the same room as me wearing nothing?" Lana rolled her eyes and yawned.
"Here, follow me," she took his arm and dragged him to her bathroom. The bathroom was fairly large. The floor was marble and there was a bathtub in the floor. They went to the sink. She handed him a new toothbrush. She tried to put toothpaste on it, but kept putting too much. He sighed.
"Here, let me," Lex took it away from her and gave them each the right amount. Lana brushed like he'd seen no one brush before. She brushed hard and fast. Hard and fast…
Lex quickly banished the sexual thought, scolding himself. Lana cursed, her toothbrush turning red. She had brushed so hard, she had stared to bleed. As she threw it away and washed out her mouth, Lex shook his head.
When he walked back into the room, Lana was searching her bookshelf for a book. Her nose was scrunched in concentration.
"Anything good?" She looked up, shaking her head.
"I've read all of these about a gazillion times. I've practically memorized them. But hey," she took a book about Lord Byron, "all books get a chance, right?" Lex smirked.
"It looks as if you've given them a lot more than just one chance," Lana smiled and tossed him a book about the human mind. Lex raised an eyebrow.
"Oh please, Lex. I know you're into that kind of stuff," He grinned and jumped into bed. Lana turned on a small lamp that emitted a very soft light, giving the room a warm glow. She settled herself and opened her book, immersing herself the words.
When she got bored, Lana threw the book on the floor. She looked over to Lex and giggled to herself. His face was incredibly intent and focused on the book. He was engrossed in it. She sighed and pulled the covers over her head.
"Goodnight, Lex,"
"Goodnight, Lana."