Rae
1st November 2004, 02:10
This story contains adult material (sexual situations, language, etc.) not suitable for those under the age of 18 or 21. If it is not legal for you to be reading stories rated NC-17/Mature, please DON'T read. Consider yourself warned.
Title: Fall from Grace
Author: CRae
Rating: NC-17/MATURE (contains adult subject matter & vague sexual situations)
Summary: "Sometimes we find the love we have for a person has changed us. Shaped us into someone we can barely recognize. Someone we can't help but dislike because they are everything we never wanted to become, but did for the one we love."
Disclaimer: Smallville & its characters belong to DC Comics, WB & others. No profit was made from this story.
Category: Angst/Drama/Future (No spoilers)
Feedback: Please. I would greatly appreciate your comments. Constructive criticism is helpful.
Notes: Again, this is not a pleasant story. It contains adult subject matter and is not suitable for sensitive readers.
Fall from Grace
She doesn't remember when she began to loathe him.
She supposed it was the first time she discovered him with another woman. She had breezed in, ready to tell him the good news, but as she witnessed him brought to release with the faceless woman sprawled on his desk, she couldn't remember the news she had been so eager to share with her husband.
She miscarried a week later.
Maybe not then. Maybe it was the second time, when they were attending their wedding anniversary party. She had mingled with the best of them, smiling and charming, and then retreating to find her husband of three years. They had been separated by well-wishers when the party began and she didn't even get a chance to give him a kiss.
She found him in his father's study receiving oral gratification from a brunette in a slinky black gown.
It could have been the next time, when she asked him to stop. His stare fairly oozed amused contempt while he suggested she attend an important gala alone that night.
When she returned home, tipsy from champagne, he was moaning in sweet ecstasy as their maid writhed in his lap.
Later, when she gazed at his pale back as they lay in bed, she couldn't help but lightly brush a kiss across his shoulder before she turned over and wept quietly into her pillow.
Maybe she came to hate him so intensely when he moved Claire, his young assistant, in their guesthouse and suggested she treat her with the utmost respect. His mistress. His lover. His whore.
When she moved into another bedroom that night, she could still hear Claire's screams of pleasure and Lex's deep rumbling moans.
But no. No. She began to truly detest him when he so casually suggested they attempt to have another child. He required an heir to preserve his legacy, after all. As he spoke of legacies and destinies, she could only picture her baby, a baby she had so desperately craved, being ripped away from her when she finally realized what a bastard he was, this man she had vowed to love the rest of her life. He was more like his father than he knew and she wouldn't stay and let him drag her with him as he descended into his darkness. Not anymore.
She left under the cloak of night and as she softly closed the front door, she smiled a little smile and breathed.
Chloe Sullivan had come in from the cold.
End.
Title: Fall from Grace
Author: CRae
Rating: NC-17/MATURE (contains adult subject matter & vague sexual situations)
Summary: "Sometimes we find the love we have for a person has changed us. Shaped us into someone we can barely recognize. Someone we can't help but dislike because they are everything we never wanted to become, but did for the one we love."
Disclaimer: Smallville & its characters belong to DC Comics, WB & others. No profit was made from this story.
Category: Angst/Drama/Future (No spoilers)
Feedback: Please. I would greatly appreciate your comments. Constructive criticism is helpful.
Notes: Again, this is not a pleasant story. It contains adult subject matter and is not suitable for sensitive readers.
Fall from Grace
She doesn't remember when she began to loathe him.
She supposed it was the first time she discovered him with another woman. She had breezed in, ready to tell him the good news, but as she witnessed him brought to release with the faceless woman sprawled on his desk, she couldn't remember the news she had been so eager to share with her husband.
She miscarried a week later.
Maybe not then. Maybe it was the second time, when they were attending their wedding anniversary party. She had mingled with the best of them, smiling and charming, and then retreating to find her husband of three years. They had been separated by well-wishers when the party began and she didn't even get a chance to give him a kiss.
She found him in his father's study receiving oral gratification from a brunette in a slinky black gown.
It could have been the next time, when she asked him to stop. His stare fairly oozed amused contempt while he suggested she attend an important gala alone that night.
When she returned home, tipsy from champagne, he was moaning in sweet ecstasy as their maid writhed in his lap.
Later, when she gazed at his pale back as they lay in bed, she couldn't help but lightly brush a kiss across his shoulder before she turned over and wept quietly into her pillow.
Maybe she came to hate him so intensely when he moved Claire, his young assistant, in their guesthouse and suggested she treat her with the utmost respect. His mistress. His lover. His whore.
When she moved into another bedroom that night, she could still hear Claire's screams of pleasure and Lex's deep rumbling moans.
But no. No. She began to truly detest him when he so casually suggested they attempt to have another child. He required an heir to preserve his legacy, after all. As he spoke of legacies and destinies, she could only picture her baby, a baby she had so desperately craved, being ripped away from her when she finally realized what a bastard he was, this man she had vowed to love the rest of her life. He was more like his father than he knew and she wouldn't stay and let him drag her with him as he descended into his darkness. Not anymore.
She left under the cloak of night and as she softly closed the front door, she smiled a little smile and breathed.
Chloe Sullivan had come in from the cold.
End.