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AN: Another chappie! For pipersmum, who's completely right, won't be long before they want Chloe's 'devotion' to be permanent. On with the story...

Divided Devotions

Chapter 3

"Hey! What did you do to my cousin? She's freaking me out." Lois demanded loudly as she marched over to Clark, who standing by the bleachers.

"Nothing!" he replied defensively, he couldn't get the image of Chloe wearing just her underwear out of his head. "She's the one hitting on me."

"Well obviously you sent some kind of signal that you were interested." Lois retorted, placing the blame entirely on him. Chloe wouldn't just quit the Torch. She has dreamed of becoming a journalist since they were both in pigtails. Deciding that her time was better off spent being devoted to Clark, well that was just a load of crap.

Clark rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, "Look, Lois, I got a big game coming up, and I'm trying to make a good impression here, all right? So could we talk about this later?" He was not about to share the fact that Chloe stood half-naked before him last night. Lois would probably pummel him if she found out that he did nothing to remedy her state of undress and would probably think that he was taking advantage of the situation. Not that he would actually get hurt. He just didn't feel like dealing with the wrath of Lane.

Before Lois could reply Chloe skipped towards them. Clark, once again, found himself at a loss for words. Chloe was wearing a very, very short blue plaid skirt and a fire truck red tube top, waving around a huge sign, that covered her more than her actual clothes.

'Clark's # 1!!!!' the sign proclaimed.

"Hey Clark!" she greeted him cheerfully, waving the sign enthusiastically.

"Oh my god." Lois uttered, completely aghast. Chloe was wearing clothes, if it can be called that, which completely offset her all her curves, her legs looked like they would go on forever and she wasn't exactly tall.

Clark was looking at her dumbly and he wasn't the only one. Some of the football players were clearly checking her out, not paying any attention to Coach Teague, who was glaring at Clark's direction. Lois couldn't help but wish she had a blanket with her, so she could cover Chloe up.

"Hiya Clark!" Chloe gave the sign another wave, "I'm your personal cheerleader." she said brightly.

"Um." Clark continued to stare at her. He knew he should stop but her clothes. Her skirt. Her top. They were minuscule. Barely there. He was telling himself to blink and look away. Yet he remained fascinated by how she looked.

"Chloe what's with the outfit?" Lois blurted out for both of them. She slapped Clark's arm and glared at his persistent staring at her cousin's body.

It was though Chloe just noticed her presence for the very first time. She looked at Lois and her bright smile faded, "What is she doing here?" she asked Clark accusingly.

"She was just looking for you." Clark stammered as he answered. He finally got control of his higher brain functions and saw that his reply seemed to have pleased her.

"Um Chloe? The outfit?" Lois asked again.

"I'm Clark's personal cheerleader." she responded enthusiastically, bringing the sign high above her head and waving it with such fervor.

Clark was once again transfixed by her. Lois slapped his arm again, harder this time, when she saw him staring at Chloe's chest.
"But you're not wearing a cheerleading outfit. You're wearing… that." Lois' eye widened imperceptibly.

"Well I'm Clark's cheerleader. I didn't see any point in wearing the school's colors. I'm wearing Clark's colors. Hello!" Chloe rolled her eyes at Lois as she put the sign down.

"Hey Kent! Sometime today!" Couch Teague barked from the field.

"Good luck Clark!" she moved to kiss him on the cheek, "And by the way, I'm wearing blue today." she whispered to him just before planting a chaste kiss on his lips. She skipped her way to the bleachers and blew him a kiss when she saw him staring at her.

"Blue?" his brows furrowed.

"Blue what?" Lois poked his chest in order to get his attention.

"She said she was wearing blue today." Clark responded unthinkingly.

"Well she is wearing that blue skirt." Lois looked at him as if he was an idiot.

Clark shook his head, trying to get his focus back. Chloe was talking about her underwear. He bowed his head in shame, he checked, used his x-ray vision and saw that she was indeed wearing a pair of blue lingerie.

"She's taken a fast train to Stepford." Lois shook her head in disbelief.

"Listen Lois, you have to keep her away from me." he turned to her urgently. He and Chloe were friends. Best friends. It wouldn't do to be thinking of her like…that. He couldn't seem to get his mind out of the gutter, ever since he saw her at the loft the night before.

"With what? A tranquilizer gun?" she asked sarcastically.

"There's obviously something wrong with her. You and I both know that this isn't like her. I just need some time to figure it out." he replied, slightly impatient with her.

"Okay." Lois raised her hands in surrender at his tone. She shook her head and walked away from him.

Clark walked towards the drinks table, intent on getting something to quench his thirst. His mouth had become dry during his exchange with Chloe.

"Kent!" Coach Teague shouted again.

Clark did not bother with a drink, it was obvious that the coach was not in the best of moods.

He jogged towards the field. 'About damn time.' he heard Coach Teague mutter under his breath. Clark couldn't help but feel that Coach Teague was out to get him.

He could hear Chloe cheering for him by the bleachers. Waving the sign around like it was her mission in life. "Go Clark! You're the best Clark." he could hear her yelling at the top of her lungs. Eventually he lost himself in the game.

It must have been awhile. When he remembered that he had a personal cheerleader on the sidelines he scanned the crowd for Chloe. She was no longer there.

The car screeched to a halt at the front door of the mansion. Lex got out and tossed the car keys to the man by the door. The front door opened and he was greeted by Enrique. He nodded at the butler curtly and was intent on getting to his office. He had a ton of paperwork to go through. His time at the plant was being consumed by so many minor things that he couldn't help but feel that his employees were punishing him.

In the last three months the Smallville plant had been thriving just fine. Yet lately it was as if all the workers have become incompetent. The supervisors were all running to him for the tiniest of decisions. As though they have forgotten the concept of independent thinking. He had an inkling that their attitude were brought on by the fact that he didn't hire Gabe Sullivan back when the older man was 'resurrected'. It's not like he didn't try to get him back. But Gabe politely declined the position and was now barely making ends meet since he decided that it would just be cruel to yank Chloe out of high school, during her senior year.

Speaking of Chloe, the reports by his men remained inconclusive. According to their information after leaving the manor the night before she went straight to the Kent farm and spent three hours there. She left just before ten and went home.

He had in his hand an envelop of this afternoon's report. He had the urge to storm into the high school, throw her over his shoulder and drive off to the nearest clothing store, buy her clothes that would hide every inch of her body. She was wearing clothes that barely covered her. Obviously his men got a little too enthusiastic with taking pictures since he received a frame by frame of her waving around a sign that proclaimed that Clark was number one.

Lex scoffed at the picture when he saw it. Clearly whatever she was on the day before was completely gone from her system. After all she reverted back to her Clark adoration. Perhaps her stint at the mansion was just a momentary thing. Momentary insanity.

"Sir you're presence is required at the indoor garden." Enrique informed him in his usual stiff manner.

Lex' brows furrowed at his statement. "Why would my presence be required there?" He hoped that his butler was not about to inform him that his father was waiting for him. Then he remembered that Lionel was safely ensconced in prison.

"I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to say sir." this time there was a slight quirk to Enrique's lip,

Lex decided that whatever, or whoever, was waiting for him at the garden wasn't going to be so bad, as long as it really wasn't his father, there to announce that he was released. Still he did not appreciate being kept in the dark. "Need I remind you who signs the paychecks around here?" he raised a brow at him expectantly.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you sir." Enrique's reply was delivered with no hint of fear. "I was sworn to secrecy."

"Very well. I'll be there in half an hour." he told his butler dismissively and headed for his office. It wasn't like him to acquiesce, particularly when it was his servant who tells him that he needed to do something. But he was just too tired to argue with anyone, least of all his tightlipped right-hand man. The slight smile that Enrique was sporting was enough to tell him that he wasn't about to be confronted by an unpleasant surprise.

He entered his office and walked directly to his chair. He sat down and put the envelop filled with pictures of Chloe on the desk. He fingered the flap idly.

The night before she ambushed him and proclaimed her devotion to him. Yet he had in his possession, evidence that her devotion was fleeting. He was yesterday's news. Today it was back to Clark. Part of him was slightly disappointed. Especially since he couldn't get the image of her, wearing only a pair of purple underwear, correction edible underwear. He didn't even know that she knew that such things existed. In his eyes Chloe was unsullied by all the evils in the world, even after her dealings with his father she retained some semblance of innocence. And kinky undergarments just weren't part of the package that was Chloe Sullivan. Not that she didn't look great in them.

He had a hard time sleeping the night before, he was haunted by images of the two of them, in bed together, he was preoccupied with eating the lingerie off of her. Needless to say it had been a long night.

A knock on the door broke his reverie. He gruffly told whoever was behind the door to come in. Once again he found himself face to face with his butler.

Enrique looked decidedly uncomfortable.

"Spit it out Enrique." he ordered somewhat menacingly. The servant just interrupted his vision of Chloe.

"Your guest is becoming restless." Enrique blurted out boorishly. It was the first time that Lex had ever seen Enrique break from his usual self-possession.

"That's not exactly my fault is it? Had I known that I would be having a guest tonight, instead of being ambushed-" Lex stopped as a feeling of anticipation coursed through his veins. He stood up and walked out of the office and headed straight for the indoor gardens.

He opened the door with a bang and felt mildly frustrated when he saw no one there. He was just about to bark out his butler's name when someone behind him cleared their throat.

"Moody Lex." he whirled around as the impertinent words were uttered.

Lex found himself, for the second night in a row, looking at Chloe Sullivan. This time she was not wearing the leather jacket, she wasn't wearing the clothes she had on in the pictures either. No, apparently Chloe Sullivan acquired clothes in shades of purple ever since she left the safe house he provided for her. She had on a purple plaid skirt that stopped mid thigh and a lavender tank top that hugged her every curve.

"Why am I not surprised?" he asked her archly. He surveyed her outfit and couldn't help but feel a certain sense of satisfaction at seeing his colors on her.

"You made me wait." she looked at him reproachfully as she folded her arms across her chest. But her expression was fleeting, she crossed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his waist. "I have a surprise for you Lex."

Lex pulled back from her and looked at her critically, her eyes weren't glazed, she certainly didn't look out of it, she looked like…Chloe, only much bolder, much more self-confident and dare he say it? Sensual.

"Close your eyes." she turned him around and propelled him forward. She placed her small hands over his eyes and pushed her body against his.

His higher brain function that was telling him to send her away came to a full stop and just followed her orders. She was basically plastered against his back and he couldn't help but focus on the feeling.

Chloe finally took her hands off and he found himself looking at a perfectly laid out blanket on the center of the garden and a big picnic basket, obviously waiting to be opened.

She grabbed a hold of his hand and tugged him towards the blanket. Once he sat down she pulled the basket near her, took out a Tupperware and sat right next to him. She opened the container and brought a strawberry to her mouth. She looked at him before taking a small bite of the fruit. He watched her, completely entranced as she licked her lips.

"Your turn." she held the unfinished strawberry to his mouth and waited for him to take a bite of the fruit.

'Forbidden.' the thought crossed his mind as he took her hand in his and guided the fruit to his lips.

Chloe's eyes sparkled as he took the entire strawberry in his mouth and only left the stem untouched.

He leaned back and watched her through narrowed eyes. He knew he should either ask her for an explanation or throw her out of the house. He still didn't know how she got Enrique to play along with her game. And it definitely felt like a game. During school hours she was so focused on Clark. But in the after hours it was his turn.

Maybe he would be more likely to enjoy her attentions if he knew that he was the only one that Chloe was catering to. And if he knew that whatever she was doing was completely sincere. But no, he knew that she was just reacting to something… this was Smallville after all, home of everything weird and freaky.

Before he could think any further he felt her soft lips pressed against his. Somehow through his musings she managed to crawl her way over to his body so that she was straddling him. He kept his eyes open as she continued her ministrations. She ran her delicate tongue over her lips, urging him to part his. He briefly thought that her technique was remarkable and who could have possibly taught her how to kiss. But then she softly bit his lip and ran her tongue over them.

Lex thought it was time to take control of the kiss. He maneuvered the two of them so she would be lying under him. He pulled back to study her. Her eyes were closed, her breathing was a little labored and her lips were parted slightly. He must have taken a minute too long staring at her for her eyes fluttered open. She tilted her head and smiled at him. Just before she grabbed the back of his head and crushed her lips to his.

He couldn't help but respond to her demanding lips.

Clark entered the kitchen and couldn't help but submit to the homey feeling. It was moments like these that he truly appreciated his mom. She always made him completely peaceful, just by being in her presence. She was busy making dinner for the family but spared a smile in his direction.

"Hey Mom." he said tiredly as he sank into the chair.

"Are you okay Clark?" Martha Kent looked at him worriedly.

"Just having a hard time dealing with the rest of the team." he gave his mom a small smile.

"Maybe this will cheer you up." Martha smiled at him as she took something out of the fridge.

Clark perked up at her words, his mom's cooking always put him a good mood. He deflated a little when she put a fruit basket on the table. "I'm not really in the mood for…strawberries mom." he frowned slightly as he picked up a container full of the said fruit.

"That's from Chloe. I think she left a note for you." Martha went back to preparing dinner.
Clark couldn't help but blush as he remembered the way Chloe was dressed earlier that day. He plucked the note from the basket and started reading. What he read only caused him to blush harder.

Dear Clark,
I brought you some fruits to make sure that you'll be all strong and healthy for your first game as the starting quarterback. I'd like to be the one to feed you the strawberries but your mom said you have tons of homework. So just think of me when you eat them.
Lots of Love,
Chloe

"Is everything okay Clark?" Martha was looking at him strangely.

"Um…yeah. I'm going to the loft. Thanks mom." Clark got up quickly and took the basket with him.

"Don't forget to thank Chloe for the fruit basket. She's such an angel that girl." his mom was smiling thoughtfully.

'Angel, more like a temptation.' Clark thought to himself as he supersped to the barn. He still had no idea what was going on with Chloe. He had been too focused on football and maybe telling Lois to monitor Chloe was not the best idea. Maybe it was time to reprioritize. He had to find out what was wrong with her, before he-no she did something drastic.
TBC

AN2: I just had to do another scene that would express her devotion for the two. Next chapter would focus more on solving the mystery that is Chloe in devoted mode. Lex and Clark joining forces? Maybe. Thanks for reading!