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5th June 2003, 03:11
Title: Frustrations
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Chloe confronts Lex with her frustrations :wub:
Disclaimer: "But moooom, I don't wanna given 'em back!!!" *sigh* I'll give Lex back after I've had my wicked way with him. No don't own them, never will, unles that one deal comes through.....
A/N: This is my first fic. And by first fic I mean I have never written fiction before, ever, I even managed (somehow) to avoid it in past English classes, so any and all help would be appreciated. I have to admit, I'm a little nervous. I was inspired to write this because of all of you amazing authors ou there. That and the fact that this scene has been rolling around in my head for a week and I figured I better let it free. I guess you would call it my smut muse....Sorry, I'm rambling, hope you enjoy!! :chlexsign4: ~Heida~
“Damn computer!” Chloe curled her hands into fists and
slammed them down on either side of the computer that sat on
her desk in the Torch office. She had been there since the bell
rang after school and the thing had frozen on her three times
already.
“Now, now, Miss Sullivan, you shouldn’t take out your
frustrations on the defenseless furniture.” Chloe whipped her
head around to see Lex Luthor leaning casually against the
doorframe, clad in his requisite pale purple button down shirt
and black pants.
“Frustrations, Mr. Luthor? What would you know about
my frustrations?” As he walked into the room and strolled
towards her Wall of Weird, she pushed her chair away from her
desk and stood up, walking to his side.
He turned towards her, smirking, “Surely they can’t be
devastating, Miss Sullivan. After all, it’s not as though you’re
running a company.”
Anger flashed in her eyes as she retorted, “Nothing
better to do than belittle a poor, defenseless, high school
senior’s obligations, Mr. Luthor?” She turned away from him
muttering, “and don’t call me Shirley”. She perched on the edge
of her desk and turned to look at him. “Not that you’re actually
interested, but, for your information, this has been the day from
hell. I could’ve sworn I’ve seen your father lurking around here,
just solidifying my idea of hell on earth.” Her voice raised as
she continued, “to begin with, we had a test in Calculus. Mrs. ‘I
love math more than life itself and you should too’ decided we
haven’t had enough grades this quarter and so sprung this on
us. Then I was called down to the office by our fair principle in
order to hear a lecture on what a ‘real’ school newspaper
should be reporting. He even went so far as to tell me that if
this edition of the Torch didn’t fit his blueprint he’d have to
reconsider the” she lowered her voice mimicking the
principle, “ ‘staffing arrangements’”. Pausing to take a deep
breath she continued, “So I came here right after school to
work on this oh so important issue of the Torch only to have
this piece of shit computer go postal on me. All I want to do is
finish up this edition, which by the way is going to be the worst
EVER seeing as the headline is ‘New Cheerleading Uniforms-
Shorts or Skirts?’, so I can go home and cook dinner for my Dad
and Lana, and by cook I mean order takeout, before he realizes
that I’m getting home late on my day to cook dinner, again, and
am grounded, again. But nooo, the fricking computers won’t
cooperate.” Her voice became even louder as she
finished, “And” she chuckled dangerously, “to put the finishing
touches on this perfect day, the guy I gave my heart to has
been ignoring me for the past week!” She brought both of her
hands up to rub her temples, trying to waylay the headache
she knew was bound to come.
Lex walked over to the desk, and, insinuating himself
between Chloe’s thighs, he brought Chloe’s hands down from
her head and replaced them with his own. He began gently
massaging her temples and whispered, “I haven’t been ignoring
you, love, you knew I had a hectic week planned.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t realize that meant that all
communication would be cut off,” she replied with a small pout.
Lex just chuckled, and brought his lips down to hers. All of the
heat and passion that had been building up for a week seemed
to pour out of both of their bodies as Chloe pulled Lex closer,
linking her arms around his neck and her ankles around his
back. Their mouths opened, and tongues dueled, each fighting
to prove the depth of their longing to the other. At long last
their lips parted, as both needed to breathe, and as Lex
peppered kisses alongside Chloe’s jaw and down her neck, she
stroked his back, wishing it was his bare skin beneath her
hands. When he licked the shell of her ear, a jolt of pure
electricity shot down her spine, the heat generated pooling
between her legs. “Oh god, Lex,” Chloe moaned, and, pulling
him back around to face her, she gazed deep into his eyes and
saw the desire radiating from their depths. She fused their lips
once again, and began to run her hands down his chest, once,
twice, three times, before starting to unbutton his shirt. When
she had tackled the buttons she slowly pushed the shirt off of
his shoulders and dropped it, letting it flutter to the ground.
“Chloe,” Lex growled, his voice husky with longing,
because as she kissed down his neck, lingering at his pulse
point, her hands had snaked down to his waistband and had
begun to stroke the growing hardness she found
there. “Turnabout’s fair play,” he continued as he began
stroking her soft thighs beneath her skirt. His fingers played a
soft, erratic pattern on her thighs, until one finger reached out
to stroke her over her now damp panties.
“Ahhh,” she cried, arching her back, willing him to
continue. He hooked his thumbs over her underwear and
brought them down over her legs, unhooking her legs from
around his back to allow him to pull them completely off her
legs, over her shoes and all. He moved to undo his pants, but
Chloe pushed his hands away, using her own to unzip him and
push his pants down over his hips.
A small gasp escaped her lips, and she looked up at him
with a smirk on her face, then laughed “Commando, Lex?”
“Always be prepared, you never know when you’ll come across
a lonely, beautiful woman in an office,” he countered with his
own smirk.
“Meet a lot of those, hmm Lex?” Chloe questioned as she
began stroking his already erect member, spreading the bit of
precum she had found at the tip with her finger.
“Only one, Chloe, only one that matters” he rasped as
he pushed her skirt up and pulled her towards him, positioning
himself at her entrance. “Are you ready for me, my sweet,” he
murmured against her ear, nuzzling her hair.
“Always Lex, always” she gasped as he pulled her off
the desk, and thrust into her. He lowered her back down onto
the desk so she was laying down, and began long, luxurious
strokes in and out of her. A week of isolation from each other
drove their movements faster, until both were panting with the
need for release. Chloe’s hips bucked as his fingers found her
clit, and the combination of stimuli brought her over the edge,
her walls clamping down on him as she cried out “Lex!”,
bringing him down with her, his own cry of “Chloe!” drowned
out by the blood pumping in their ears, their racing pulses, and
the utter bliss brought by their coupling.
*********************
“Remind me never to go a week without you again,
okay,” Lex said after sufficient time had passed to allow him to
think clearly. Rolling off from her he continued, “by the time
yesterday rolled around I was contemplating kidnapping just so
I could bury myself in you again. I was planning on locking you
up and never letting you go.” Pulling up his pants and grabbing
his shirt off of the floor, putting it back on, he looked up to her
face for a reaction.
Chloe chuckled and countered, “I told you to stop
reading my mind! Although, in my dreams, I have to say, you’re
the chained one.” She sat up adjusting her skirt and running
fingers through her hair.
“Well I’ll have to remember that for next time, I’ll bring
the handcuffs.”
“There might not be a next time if I don’t get home
soon. My dad’s going to kill me.” She slapped his shoulder
playfully, “You’re distraction caused me precious minutes, now
how am I going to finish the Torch tonight, hmm?” She looked
up at him expectantly.
“I’ll give you a feature article, how does ‘Resident Bald
Billionaire donates Computers so his Girlfriend Can Get Work
Done’ sound?” He said, smiling down at her.
“Perfect, I’ll expect them first thing next week.” She
said with a big grin. Walking over to her bag, she began
stuffing papers and disks into it. After a quick glance around to
make sure she had gotten everything, she threw the bag over
her shoulder, walked back over to Lex, and, kissing him on the
lips lightly, she whispered into his ear with a dangerous lilt to
her voice, “Don’t you EVER think of going for a week without me
again.” Then in her normal voice, she said “Bye, I Love You”
and sauntered out of the Torch office, leaving Lex dumbstruck.
“I Love You, Chloe Sullivan. What did I do to deserve
her?” he whispered to the empty room, running his hand over
his scalp, noticing just how cold the office was without her in it.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Chloe confronts Lex with her frustrations :wub:
Disclaimer: "But moooom, I don't wanna given 'em back!!!" *sigh* I'll give Lex back after I've had my wicked way with him. No don't own them, never will, unles that one deal comes through.....
A/N: This is my first fic. And by first fic I mean I have never written fiction before, ever, I even managed (somehow) to avoid it in past English classes, so any and all help would be appreciated. I have to admit, I'm a little nervous. I was inspired to write this because of all of you amazing authors ou there. That and the fact that this scene has been rolling around in my head for a week and I figured I better let it free. I guess you would call it my smut muse....Sorry, I'm rambling, hope you enjoy!! :chlexsign4: ~Heida~
“Damn computer!” Chloe curled her hands into fists and
slammed them down on either side of the computer that sat on
her desk in the Torch office. She had been there since the bell
rang after school and the thing had frozen on her three times
already.
“Now, now, Miss Sullivan, you shouldn’t take out your
frustrations on the defenseless furniture.” Chloe whipped her
head around to see Lex Luthor leaning casually against the
doorframe, clad in his requisite pale purple button down shirt
and black pants.
“Frustrations, Mr. Luthor? What would you know about
my frustrations?” As he walked into the room and strolled
towards her Wall of Weird, she pushed her chair away from her
desk and stood up, walking to his side.
He turned towards her, smirking, “Surely they can’t be
devastating, Miss Sullivan. After all, it’s not as though you’re
running a company.”
Anger flashed in her eyes as she retorted, “Nothing
better to do than belittle a poor, defenseless, high school
senior’s obligations, Mr. Luthor?” She turned away from him
muttering, “and don’t call me Shirley”. She perched on the edge
of her desk and turned to look at him. “Not that you’re actually
interested, but, for your information, this has been the day from
hell. I could’ve sworn I’ve seen your father lurking around here,
just solidifying my idea of hell on earth.” Her voice raised as
she continued, “to begin with, we had a test in Calculus. Mrs. ‘I
love math more than life itself and you should too’ decided we
haven’t had enough grades this quarter and so sprung this on
us. Then I was called down to the office by our fair principle in
order to hear a lecture on what a ‘real’ school newspaper
should be reporting. He even went so far as to tell me that if
this edition of the Torch didn’t fit his blueprint he’d have to
reconsider the” she lowered her voice mimicking the
principle, “ ‘staffing arrangements’”. Pausing to take a deep
breath she continued, “So I came here right after school to
work on this oh so important issue of the Torch only to have
this piece of shit computer go postal on me. All I want to do is
finish up this edition, which by the way is going to be the worst
EVER seeing as the headline is ‘New Cheerleading Uniforms-
Shorts or Skirts?’, so I can go home and cook dinner for my Dad
and Lana, and by cook I mean order takeout, before he realizes
that I’m getting home late on my day to cook dinner, again, and
am grounded, again. But nooo, the fricking computers won’t
cooperate.” Her voice became even louder as she
finished, “And” she chuckled dangerously, “to put the finishing
touches on this perfect day, the guy I gave my heart to has
been ignoring me for the past week!” She brought both of her
hands up to rub her temples, trying to waylay the headache
she knew was bound to come.
Lex walked over to the desk, and, insinuating himself
between Chloe’s thighs, he brought Chloe’s hands down from
her head and replaced them with his own. He began gently
massaging her temples and whispered, “I haven’t been ignoring
you, love, you knew I had a hectic week planned.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t realize that meant that all
communication would be cut off,” she replied with a small pout.
Lex just chuckled, and brought his lips down to hers. All of the
heat and passion that had been building up for a week seemed
to pour out of both of their bodies as Chloe pulled Lex closer,
linking her arms around his neck and her ankles around his
back. Their mouths opened, and tongues dueled, each fighting
to prove the depth of their longing to the other. At long last
their lips parted, as both needed to breathe, and as Lex
peppered kisses alongside Chloe’s jaw and down her neck, she
stroked his back, wishing it was his bare skin beneath her
hands. When he licked the shell of her ear, a jolt of pure
electricity shot down her spine, the heat generated pooling
between her legs. “Oh god, Lex,” Chloe moaned, and, pulling
him back around to face her, she gazed deep into his eyes and
saw the desire radiating from their depths. She fused their lips
once again, and began to run her hands down his chest, once,
twice, three times, before starting to unbutton his shirt. When
she had tackled the buttons she slowly pushed the shirt off of
his shoulders and dropped it, letting it flutter to the ground.
“Chloe,” Lex growled, his voice husky with longing,
because as she kissed down his neck, lingering at his pulse
point, her hands had snaked down to his waistband and had
begun to stroke the growing hardness she found
there. “Turnabout’s fair play,” he continued as he began
stroking her soft thighs beneath her skirt. His fingers played a
soft, erratic pattern on her thighs, until one finger reached out
to stroke her over her now damp panties.
“Ahhh,” she cried, arching her back, willing him to
continue. He hooked his thumbs over her underwear and
brought them down over her legs, unhooking her legs from
around his back to allow him to pull them completely off her
legs, over her shoes and all. He moved to undo his pants, but
Chloe pushed his hands away, using her own to unzip him and
push his pants down over his hips.
A small gasp escaped her lips, and she looked up at him
with a smirk on her face, then laughed “Commando, Lex?”
“Always be prepared, you never know when you’ll come across
a lonely, beautiful woman in an office,” he countered with his
own smirk.
“Meet a lot of those, hmm Lex?” Chloe questioned as she
began stroking his already erect member, spreading the bit of
precum she had found at the tip with her finger.
“Only one, Chloe, only one that matters” he rasped as
he pushed her skirt up and pulled her towards him, positioning
himself at her entrance. “Are you ready for me, my sweet,” he
murmured against her ear, nuzzling her hair.
“Always Lex, always” she gasped as he pulled her off
the desk, and thrust into her. He lowered her back down onto
the desk so she was laying down, and began long, luxurious
strokes in and out of her. A week of isolation from each other
drove their movements faster, until both were panting with the
need for release. Chloe’s hips bucked as his fingers found her
clit, and the combination of stimuli brought her over the edge,
her walls clamping down on him as she cried out “Lex!”,
bringing him down with her, his own cry of “Chloe!” drowned
out by the blood pumping in their ears, their racing pulses, and
the utter bliss brought by their coupling.
*********************
“Remind me never to go a week without you again,
okay,” Lex said after sufficient time had passed to allow him to
think clearly. Rolling off from her he continued, “by the time
yesterday rolled around I was contemplating kidnapping just so
I could bury myself in you again. I was planning on locking you
up and never letting you go.” Pulling up his pants and grabbing
his shirt off of the floor, putting it back on, he looked up to her
face for a reaction.
Chloe chuckled and countered, “I told you to stop
reading my mind! Although, in my dreams, I have to say, you’re
the chained one.” She sat up adjusting her skirt and running
fingers through her hair.
“Well I’ll have to remember that for next time, I’ll bring
the handcuffs.”
“There might not be a next time if I don’t get home
soon. My dad’s going to kill me.” She slapped his shoulder
playfully, “You’re distraction caused me precious minutes, now
how am I going to finish the Torch tonight, hmm?” She looked
up at him expectantly.
“I’ll give you a feature article, how does ‘Resident Bald
Billionaire donates Computers so his Girlfriend Can Get Work
Done’ sound?” He said, smiling down at her.
“Perfect, I’ll expect them first thing next week.” She
said with a big grin. Walking over to her bag, she began
stuffing papers and disks into it. After a quick glance around to
make sure she had gotten everything, she threw the bag over
her shoulder, walked back over to Lex, and, kissing him on the
lips lightly, she whispered into his ear with a dangerous lilt to
her voice, “Don’t you EVER think of going for a week without me
again.” Then in her normal voice, she said “Bye, I Love You”
and sauntered out of the Torch office, leaving Lex dumbstruck.
“I Love You, Chloe Sullivan. What did I do to deserve
her?” he whispered to the empty room, running his hand over
his scalp, noticing just how cold the office was without her in it.