Deep in the Bottle (NC-17)

[TheAmazingApe]

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Deep in the Bottle
By: TheAmazingApe
Pairing: Chlex
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Up to present
Acknowledgements: I own nothing in The Smallville Universe.
Summary: Lex helps Chloe ring in her 21st in his special way.


Hey, all. I've been reading here, but not posting. Though, canon-wise, I don't believe Chlex is somethig that will ever happen, it is such a sexy notion. So... stuck on one of my Chlark fics, I decided to take a Chlex break. And here's what came out. I'd started posting on Kryptonsite in parts and decided to post here, too. Considering how Chlex-heavy this site is, I thought it might be welcome. A few Chlex-lovers on K-site seemed to like it (Skauble, Somethingeasy, Kitmerlot? Are your ears burning?)

This is my attempt to attempt Chlex smut in Smallville's current climate. Let's see if it's believeable.

PART 1

It was her birthday, not that it mattered. It was her damned twenty-first, too. That seemed to matter even less. It didn't matter to the boyfriend who dumped her, now cozying up to a blonde Kryptonian. It didn't matter to her best friend, now playing house with the "love of his life." Nor did it matter to her cousin, who said she would be out late working on a story. It didn't matter to anyone, really.

Chloe Sullivan was now twenty-one and there was no group of girlfriends dragging her out for margaritas. There were no blow job shots and jaeger bombs and stupid karaoke. There was just her, creeping up to the apartment above The Talon, wondering when something that should have been a milestone had become just another night.

To be fair, she would have forgotten herself. But when she'd collected her mail, she'd found a birthday coupon from Imperial Pizza. "Happy Birthday," she read, digging in her purse for her keys. "Have a free personal pizza on us." It looked like she'd be denied even that. Most things in Smallville closed at nine and it was now past ten. Gabriel had stuck her on Black Friday shopping woes for the evening edition. Boring, dry, and full of statistics. She had no idea what he had Lois on. But it better not be...

She shook her head and stabbed her key into the lock. Lois said that was over. She believed her. If you couldn't believe family, who could you believe?

Then again, she was low on trust lately. Lana had been the closest female friend she had, besides Lois, of course. Now... She sighed and stretched as she closed the door. Faking her death. Chloe could forgive that. She didn't know what she'd do if she was stuck to a Luthor. But there was something about her that didn't sit right since she'd come back from Shanghai. She supposed that's why she cut off her Lex-related video feed. If Lana had told her about the room, she might have understood. But Lana was secretive now. From her, from Clark... Things were changing. It was hard to know what was right, what was wrong. About the only person she truly believed in was Clark.

She toed off her shoes and moved towards the dark kitchenette. She couldn't share Clark's unfaltering belief in Lana. Maybe that was why she felt so alone, especially tonight. They were all walking on tightropes, trying to pick their way across this mess they were in. Just for one night, she'd like to take a fall. Maybe get blind drunk and do something absolutely stupid, take the edge off.

She looked under the sink. Lois usually kept a bottle of something-or-other there. She groaned, finding only Drain-o and cleanser. She stomped a bare foot. Considering it was her twenty-first, having a drink was an undeniable right. It just figured even that would go sour. She opened the fridge. "Not even a beer. Not a f*cking drop of alcohol in the place."

"I wouldn't say that," a voice drawled from behind her.

She didn't even have to turn. She'd know the smooth tone. She could even see the smirk on his face. She straightened and closed the fridge, bathing the room in darkness again. She turned slowly, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing he'd startled her.

He was sitting at the table off the kitchenette. The scant light from the street hit the top of his bald head. "Mind telling me what you're doing here, Luthor?"

TBC

[somethingeasy]

I am SO pleased that you decided to start updating over here.. I've already posted my reviews for this fic over at K-site, but it's easy enough to do a copy and paste so that everyone HERE can also know how much I adore your fic :D


Chloe Sullivan was now twenty-one and there was no group of girlfriends dragging her out for margaritas. There were no blow job shots and jaeger bombs and stupid karaoke. There was just her, creeping up to the apartment above The Talon, wondering when something that should have been a milestone had become just another night.

To be fair, she would have forgotten herself. But when she'd collected her mail, she'd found a birthday coupon from Imperial Pizza. "Happy Birthday," she read, digging in her purse for her keys. "Have a free personal pizza on us." It looked like she'd be denied even that. Most things in Smallville closed at nine and it was now past ten. Gabriel had stuck her on Black Friday shopping woes for the evening edition. Boring, dry, and full of statistics. She had no idea what he had Lois on. But it better not be...

Oh this was just SO sad! I can imagine there are thousands/millions of people just like Chloe who greet in their birthdays with nothing more ‘special’ than a coupon or an impersonal wish from some corporate source… But for this to happen to CHLOE?! On her 21st birthday?! There is something so sick, twisted and WRONG about this picture… but at the same time it’s perfectly plausible considering the current status of Chloe’s character in SV.

It makes me want to cry.


She shook her head and stabbed her key into the lock. Lois said that was over. She believed her. If you couldn't believe family, who could you believe?

aaargh! Don’t get me started on this plot line. WHAT kind of an idiot budding reporter deems it to be, in ANY way, a good idea to flirt and f*ck the editor. And what the heck kind of editor blatantly offers career favours to an unqualified, incompetent reporter with the hopes of ‘getting some’ from said reporter. This plot premise is based on so many levels of horror and stupidity that it boggles the mind, and I REALLY hope that none of SV’s 13 year old audience market is taking this seriously as an indication on how ‘the real world’ works.

I’m not being naïve… It just doesn’t work like this! Sexual harassment cases have gotten everyone so edgy that executives always think twice, thrice and five times before even ‘considering doing something like this. Gabriel has placed Lois in a position of power where, even if she got eventually fired for legitimate incompetence, she could sue the company for millions.


Then again, she was low on trust lately. Lana had been the closest female friend she had, besides Lois, of course. Now... She sighed and stretched as she closed the door. Faking her death. Chloe could forgive that. She didn't know what she'd do if she was stuck to a Luthor. But there was something about her that didn't sit right since she'd come back from Shanghai. She supposed that's why she cut off her Lex-related video feed. If Lana had told her about the room, she might have understood. But Lana was secretive now. From her, from Clark... Things were changing. It was hard to know what was right, what was wrong. About the only person she truly believed in was Clark.

heh, well I always believd Lana to be an untrustworthy, backstabbing, faithless, flighty, self-serving brat, but it seems like SV is ‘really’ stretching the limit on what Lana is ‘allowed’ to get away with now, and it’s great that Chloe is finally seeing Lana is NOT a person to confide in… or seek comfort and sympathy from.

And it’s really such a pity that the one person she ‘could’ have gone to for a shoulder to cry on is enthralled with such a worthless, unworthy female. Idiot Clark! The boy is blessed with fifty types of vision, but he is still so BLIND!


She toed off her shoes and moved towards the dark kitchenette. She couldn't share Clark's unfaltering belief in Lana. Maybe that was why she felt so alone, especially tonight. They were all walking on tightropes, trying to pick their way across this mess they were in. Just for one night, she'd like to take a fall. Maybe get blind drunk and do something absolutely stupid, take the edge off.

ROTFL! Building up the scene, AmazingApe. Chloe is ready to do something completely stupid, and Lex just ‘happens’ to be there to indulge in stupidities with.

Heh, so you’re going with the ‘misery loves company-Chlex’ angle, Hmmmm, possibly ending with ‘Drunken-Sex-Chlex’?


She looked under the sink. Lois usually kept a bottle of something-or-other there. She groaned, finding only Drain-o and cleanser. She stomped a bare foot. Considering it was her twenty-first, having a drink was an undeniable right. It just figured even that would go sour. She opened the fridge. "Not even a beer. Not a f*cking drop of alcohol in the place."

"I wouldn't say that," a voice drawled from behind her.

ROTFLMAO! I really like this cute premise. Lex and Chloe indulging in sharing their miseries and woes with each other… There is something so funny about seeing these two incredibly strong, intelligent people showing this pathetic side of themselves to each other. But it’s also so sad that neither of them have anyone else to be pathetic with. Poor lonely, abandoned Chlex.


She didn't even have to turn. She'd know the smooth tone. She could even see the smirk on his face. She straightened and closed the fridge, bathing the room in darkness again. She turned slowly, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing he'd startled her.

He was sitting at the table off the kitchenette. The scant light from the street hit the top of his bald head. "Mind telling me what you're doing here, Luthor?"

LOL! I loved how Chloe did NOT jump or cry out in startlement. Lex was probably waiting for the perfect moment to ‘announce’ his presence… hoping for some kind of a reaction, and I am so glad that Chloe didn’t give him the satisfaction, LOL!

Ooooh, but he looked SO sexy! Even in semi-darkness… All smooth and smirky… LOL!

I can see how this might work out… Lex and Chloe are SO desperate for companionship that they start talking to each other about all the woes and disappointments in their lives? I don’t know whether anything more substantial is going to happen between the two of them, but even if it ends on a drunken one-night stand that means nothing, I still look forward to seeing how they fall into bed together.

Hmmm, but I DO hope that something of substance DOES develop between the two of them. Good luck, I look forward to future chapters. And I hoped this helped with continuing your ‘Almost Chlois’ story.

[hfce]

What a great start. I can't wait to see what happens next. :D

[Kit Merlot]

Woo hoo, I am so glad that you are posting this awesome fic here:grin3:

Please continue as soon as you can!

[westwingwolf]

Damn all those bastards for forgeting her 21st birthday! So I guess Lex remembered, which means he's the only one who should really count in her world. And he apparently brought alcohol, the one thing she was looking for. He's always there when she needs him. Let's see where this leads.

ETA: I realize now that he's probably trying to get her drunk to see if she'll spill Clark's secret but oh well, whatever way gets them together.

[letia84]

This sounds promising. First off I thought they were turning 22 this year? Minor point and all but the SV time line is so out of whack I will ignore it.


"I wouldn't say that," a voice drawled from behind her.

She didn't even have to turn. She'd know the smooth tone. She could even see the smirk on his face. She straightened and closed the fridge, bathing the room in darkness again. She turned slowly, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing he'd startled her.

He was sitting at the table off the kitchenette. The scant light from the street hit the top of his bald head. "Mind telling me what you're doing here, Luthor?"Alright now Lex you better have a big bottle of something for Chloe then a big something else for later.

I wonder is he just hanging out to figure what her freak power is or will there more to come.

Update soon.

[westwingwolf]

This sounds promising. First off I thought they were turning 22 this year? Minor point and all but the SV time line is so out of whack I will ignore it.


I believe Chloe turned 18 in 4th season, 19 in 5th season, 20 in 6th season and now 21 in 7th season. I think 21 fits with her being a junior in college, did for me anyway.

[letia84]

I believe Chloe turned 18 in 4th season, 19 in 5th season, 20 in 6th season and now 21 in 7th season. I think 21 fits with her being a junior in college, did for me anyway.I keep thinking Clark is 22 for some reason. They are in there third year of college? Wait they still go to college. When was the last time any of them had a birthday? If Chloe's head stone said 86 then 21 is right on the money.

[Linda]

Superb story, can't wait for an update.

[westwingwolf]

I keep thinking Clark is 22 for some reason. They are in there third year of college? What they still go to college. When was the last time any of them had a birthday? If Chloe's head stone said 86 then 21 is right on the money.

Actually I think it said '87 but for some reason I got the feeling 'Spell' was for Chloe's 18th birthday which means that either SV messed up or I missed something. So if she's born in 87, she's actually 20. We got word from Grant in 'Kara' that she's been taking night classes for her Journalism Degree.

[SVfan1286]

Really good begginning! Drunken Chlex sex, is always intresting to read.

I'm loving it so far, update again soon!

[toryjhay]

i'm liking this fic. :D i can't believe that chloe's friends forgot her birthday! and the one person who remembers? lex of course. can't wait for more!!!!

[kimbo]

Oh i'm liking this and i feel so bad for Chloe's lonliness/bad luck/ anger..i can feel every emotion she's going through. She should just fucking leave smallville. excellent start. can't wait for more.

[lj715]

Oooh, I like it. More please.

[dagney]

bravo, i'm breathless with anticipation Dagney

[skauble]

Yay!!!

I'm so glad to see this story over here.

I'm going to keep posting my longer reviews over at Ksite because I think that the Chlex love needs to be shown there, but I do want to pop in here and tell you that I completely adore this story and I'm so glad that you're posting in this forum, too.

Also, I noticed over at KSite that you said something about how none of your friends were into SV and so you didn't really have anyone to talk about it with. I wanted to let you know that somethingeasy and I were actually discussing your story here. There's a shoutbox at the bottom of the main forum page, and if you ever decide to hang out there, we are always up for some SV discussion.

Not that it's overflowing with Clark love. lolol But some of us multi-ship and everyone is understanding of everybody's different tastes. In fact, we've had chatters who aren't Chlexers at all. Also, on Thursdays people tend to hang out and bitch...discuss the new eps.

I know chatting's not everybody's things, but I wanted to let you know that we're down there. :)

Again, absolutely love this story. It's so amazingly hot and it keeps me on the edge of my seat wondering if this is going to be one of those things that happens and is then forced out of the mind or if there will be a world of fallout.

As always, your writing and plots are amazing and engrossing and I can't wait for more.

~Sarah~

[tatie87]

Ooh I like this story. Can't wait to see what happens next. Hope u update soon.

[TheAmazingApe]

PART 2

Lex's eyes had adjusted. But the time he heard the door unlock, he could see everything in the cramped apartment. He smiled as he watched her move through the apartment, shedding shoes and a purse. It was a little like the feeling he'd had as a kid, hiding, waiting to jump out and a scare a friend. Almost gleeful.

Of course, they weren't friends. They were as far from friendly as people got nowadays. The cutest pet name she had for him was "snake." He had a few for her. "Nosy b*tch" was a bit of a favorite. She walked right past him toward the tiny kitchenette. He smiled again. Losing your edge, Sullivan?

He watched her bend low to open the cabinet with some interest. The skirt slit up the back. If it wasn't so dark, he could see what color panties she wore. When she straightened, he wasn't too disappointed. Probably wore spinster white. She was single again, after all.

His eyes followed her as she groaned and opened the fridge, silhouetted against the light. She'd cut her hair. He'd noticed she'd let it grow with Olsen. He must like his blondes with long hair. He'd moved onto Clark's cousin, after all. Something about those Kents...

"Not even a beer," she hissed. "Not a f*cking drop of alcohol in the place."

He smiled. If there ever was a perfect time to reveal himself... "I wouldn't say that."

He leaned back in the chair, dangling the bag from his fingers, watched her stiffen and close the fridge. She didn't jump, though. Good for you, Sullivan.

She faced him slowly, her eyes wary. "Mind telling me what you're doing here, Luthor?"

He smiled. "Just a friendly visit."

"Likely." She flipped on the hanging light above the table.

He winced slightly. "That's bright."

"Oh, I'm sorry." He squinted slightly as she crossed her arms. "I know you prefer skulking around in the dark, but some of us would rather see what you're up to." She tilted her head to the side. "How did you get in?"

He stood, deciding to ignore her snide skulking remark. "As your landlord, I happen to have a key."

She narrowed her eyes and leaned against the fridge. "Jesus. Remind me again why we continue to live here. What do you want?" She looked around. "I mean, I don't see any ransacked drawers and overturned furniture. What gives?"

He chuckled slightly. "Believe it or not, I am just here for a friendly visit." She raised an eyebrow, but was otherwise silent. "A birthday visit." He held out the bag dangling from his right hand. "Happy birthday, Sullivan."

She stared at the long, red bag, but didn't take it. "Gee, thanks. Why don't you run along while I call the bomb squad?"

He placed the bag on the table, holding his smile. "There's one reason I didn't drop it off. Well... that and the fact that something like this really should be delivered in person." He left the bag in the middle of the table and waited.

"You seriously expect me to accept a present from you?" She shook her head. "Why would you even do this? Since when have you been concerned with my birthday? How did you even know it was my..."

"The answer to all questions," he said, cutting her off, "is Lana. She'd programmed your birthday into my PDA. As far as why..." He smiled and sat down again. "You did do me a little favor, cutting off Lana's surveillance."

She smirked. "You knew about that." She threw up her hands and pushed away from the fridge. "Of course you did. You just have your hand in all the pies, don't you, Luthor?" She stepped up to him, towered above him as he was seated. "What I did was not for your sake. It was for Lana. She needs to get clear of you in every way. Maybe then she can come back from..." She shook her head. "Why am I even talking to you?" She picked up the bag and thrust it at him. "Take your stupid present and go."

He held the bag and stood, happy to tower over her again. "Oh, I'm sorry." He tilted his head slightly. "I thought you wanted a drink."

She stepped away, her brows furrowed. "Oh, so it's booze. What's in it, a concoction brewed up in one of your labs? Because I know for a fact you..."

"Christ, Sullivan." He closed his eyes and sighed. The one time he tried to do something genuinely nice... Well, nice enough. It wasn't as if this was completely out of the goodness of his heart. He ripped the bag away and let it drop. He held the bottle up. "This happens to be a blended scotch from Chivas Regal." He held it up, admiring the ornate blue bottle. "Royal Salute. Twenty-one, much like you. It was released in 2003 to commemorate the 50th anniversary of Queen Elizabeth II’s coronation." He caressed it lightly. "It also happens to be worth ten thousand dollars."

Her eyes widened slightly. "Ten thou..." She released a short breath. "And what happens if I drink it?" She tilted her chin upward. "Do I start spilling my deepest darkest secrets or..."

"You know what?" He side stepped her and moved to the kitchenette. "There's only one way to settle this." He moved to the cabinet and took out a small tumbler. Not as nice as what this liquor derserved, but it would do. He opened the bottle, glancing sideways once at her mutinous expression. He poured two fingers and took up the glass. "Here's mud in your eye," he said before downing the glass. He closed his eyes. He'd had better, of course, but it was nice. "Smooth," he breathed. He opened his eyes.

She was looking from him to the empty glass and back again. Her mouth was slightly open and she looked as if she was torn between slapping him and taking the bottle for herself.

He leaned toward her. "Is this where I spill my deepest darkest secrets?"

Her eyes narrowed and she grasped the bottle. "Oh, give me that!" He watched with some surprise as she took the bottle and brought it to her mouth.

TBC

[Kit Merlot]

Again, you know how much I love this fic!

And I think this needs to be repeated: For a man who is supposed to be in love with Lana, he pays awfully close atention to Chloe: he noticed she cut her hair when she broke up with Jimmy--hell he even noticed that she had a boyfriend to begin with.

Lex and Chloe are fascinated by each other, and it's time they both just admitted it:grin3:

Continued excellent work on this fic.

[hfce]

Very interesting and she is so going to get drunk and spill some secrets. :rofl: More please I love angry hot Chlex! :drool2:

[somethingeasy]

squeee! I liked this chapter even better than the first one. The small chapter was very interesting and insightful about how it provided the readers with a look into Chloe’s life and status as it is right now… but THIS one was all about the Chlex… the chemistry between them, their animosity towards each other, and the way they use sharp, clever word-play to cut each other to pieces. It was pure electricity! Thrilling to watch!


Lex's eyes had adjusted. But the time he heard the door unlock, he could see everything in the cramped apartment. He smiled as he watched her move through the apartment, shedding shoes and a purse. It was a little like the feeling he'd had as a kid, hiding, waiting to jump out and a scare a friend. Almost gleeful.

ROTFLMAO! I KNEW it!! I knew he was just waiting to ‘pounce’ and surprise her. He’s really such a sneaky kid underneath all the sexy sophistication, LOL!


Of course, they weren't friends. They were as far from friendly as people got nowadays. The cutest pet name she had for him was "snake." He had a few for her. "Nosy b*tch" was a bit of a favorite. She walked right past him toward the tiny kitchenette. He smiled again. Losing your edge, Sullivan?

He watched her bend low to open the cabinet with some interest. The skirt slit up the back. If it wasn't so dark, he could see what color panties she wore. When she straightened, he wasn't too disappointed. Probably wore spinster white. She was single again, after all.

Ba*tard lech! And he had the nerve to make some snide inner comments about how ‘undesirable’ Chloe is? He wants to pass judgement on relationship issues…? Let’s not forget about WHO has been duped by all three of his ex-wives who claimed to be ‘madly in love with him’ only to try and kill him later. Even Lana tried to get him the electric chair through a sneaky frame-up job. I REALLY hope she makes him eat his words/thoughts tonight.

Heh, but I really liked how these few paragraphs set the tone for the current Chlex relationship… showing how there’s absolutely NOTHING but loathing, animosity and perhaps a grudging hostile sense of respect for each other’s skills and intelligence.


He smiled. If there ever was a perfect time to reveal himself... "I wouldn't say that."

He leaned back in the chair, dangling the bag from his fingers, watched her stiffen and close the fridge. She didn't jump, though. Good for you, Sullivan.

LOL! I was glad to see this ‘small’ flash of respect that Lex had for Chloe just now. At least he has the wit to appreciate her nerve.


"Oh, I'm sorry." He squinted slightly as she crossed her arms. "I know you prefer skulking around in the dark, but some of us would rather see what you're up to." She tilted her head to the side. "How did you get in?"

He stood, deciding to ignore her snide skulking remark. "As your landlord, I happen to have a key."

ROTFLMAO! Point to Chloe! I LOVE how she marks and scores off him through cutting word-play. It’s SO darned fun to see Lex being beaten at his favourite game or verbal judo.


She stared at the long, red bag, but didn't take it. "Gee, thanks. Why don't you run along while I call the bomb squad?"

ROTFLMAO! Nice one, Chloe! Although, I get the feeling she was being absolutely serious over here… she would NEVER have opened that package, at least not bare-handed and without preparation against corrosives and explosives beforehand.


"The answer to all questions," he said, cutting her off, "is Lana. She'd programmed your birthday into my PDA. As far as why..." He smiled and sat down again. "You did do me a little favor, cutting off Lana's surveillance."

heh, Skauble actually guessed that Lex was probably here to thank Chloe for the surveillence cut-off. I owe her a cookie. I’m also guessing that this was his way of gloating to Chloe about how he’s the ‘know all, see all’ of Metropolis and Smallville? Sneaky kid! LOL!


"Christ, Sullivan." He closed his eyes and sighed. The one time he tried to do something genuinely nice... Well, nice enough. It wasn't as if this was completely out of the goodness of his heart. He ripped the bag away and let it drop. He held the bottle up. "This happens to be a blended scotch from Chivas Regal." He held it up, admiring the ornate blue bottle. "Royal Salute. Twenty-one, much like you. It was released in 2003 to commemorate the 50th anniversary of Queen Elizabeth II’s coronation." He caressed it lightly. "It also happens to be worth ten thousand dollars."

ROTFLMAO! Well DUH, Lex! You kidnap a girl, kidnap her MOTHER and perform tests and experiments on both of them… they’re bound to be a ‘little’ suspicious about your motivations. ESPECIALLY when you’re claiming to be ‘nice’. But it is VERY amusing about how Lex is actually peeved, and a little hurt about not being trusted when he’s doing something genuinely nice this one time…

LOL! Although, he just wouldn’t be Lex Luthor unless he had some ulterior agenda even when his main motivation is ‘niceness’, ROTFL! I loved how AmazingApe added in the hint that he ‘does’ have some hidden agenda underneath his ‘seemingly’ selfless gesture. I can’t wait to find out what it is.

Oooh, and that was a LOVELY choice in wine from him. Whatever you might say about him, he certainly manages to make an impressive display and showmanship out of anything and everything.


"You know what?" He side stepped her and moved to the kitchenette. "There's only one way to settle this." He moved to the cabinet and took out a small tumbler. Not as nice as what this liquor deserved, but it would do. He opened the bottle, glancing sideways once at her mutinous expression. He poured two fingers and took up the glass. "Here's mud in your eye," he said before downing the glass. He closed his eyes. He'd had better, of course, but it was nice. "Smooth," he breathed. He opened his eyes.

LOL! Very nicely done! I really enjoyed how he finally got sick of Chloe’s refusal to believe that didn’t have malicious intentions. I seriously think he MIGHT actually not have anything malevolent in mind tonight. I loved how he got so frustrated that he swigged down a glassful of very expensive wine (in such an unrefined way) just to prove that it was safe for consumption, LOL!


He leaned toward her. "Is this where I spill my deepest darkest secrets?"

I got such sexy, shuddering thrills from this image of Lex leaning over and intimately offering his ‘darkest secrets’ to me… erm.. CHLOE! To Chloe! LOL, I have such a weakness for this man, ROTFL!


Her eyes narrowed and she grasped the bottle. "Oh, give me that!" He watched with some surprise as she took the bottle and brought it to her mouth.

ROTFLMAO! I loved this delicious image of Chloe snatching the bottle away from Lex and just gulping the wine down straight from the bottle! Oh dear NO, Chloe! Lex is NEVER going to bring over a ten thousand bottle of wine to you ever again! But then again, we’ll see how the rest of this evening goes, LOL!

This was an excellent, FUN chapter! And I look forward to seeing how the rest of it goes… Good luck, and please update soon.

[westwingwolf]

I've read up to what you've posted on K-site and I love it all. Lex's thoughts about Chloe and how he needs to get her to understand the meaning behind him being the one person able to give her what she wants are pure brillance (real brillance, not Lana brillance). I love how clever they are with each other. You never know who is going to triumph because as soon as one wins, the next one can easily win. They are the mark of a great match like...damn now would be a good time for me to know sports analogies.

Great job, and I can't wait to read more.

[Dominique]

I'm hooked

[TheAmazingApe]

PART 3

She wasn't much of a judge of hard liquor. She'd been to the odd party. Those had been full of beer and jello shots, mixed drinks. Nothing like this. Her eyes teared slightly as she swallowed. She put the bottle down and leaned against the counter, gulping air.

She heard Lex chuckle beside her. "You okay there?"

"Shut up." She straightened and turned to him, holding the bottle up again. "I don't get it."

"Yes. You've made that clear."

"Why does my birthday warrant expensive liquor when I..." She inhaled suddenly. "Hate you," she breathed. She could feel it now. A sort of warmth that spread from her stomach to her throat. "Wow."

"Nice, isn't it?"

She looked up. He was smirking again. "Maybe the liquor. I can't say the same for the company."

He nodded. "Ah, but what other option do you have?" He moved closer and she leaned away. He was only reaching above her, though. She watched, dumbfounded, as he took another glass from the cabinet, gathering his with it. "For the record, I'm not too fond of you. But how do you want to remember this birthday, Chloe?" He took the bottle from her hands. "The night you sat alone in your cramped, little place or..." He moved to the table and placed the bottle and glasses down. "The night you shared a bottle of rare scotch whiskey with your worst enemy?" He turned back to her, a half-smile on his lips. "It's at least a talking point."

"So wait..." She scoffed. "You seriously think that I'd swill scotch with you just because it's better than being alone?"

He removed his coat. "So you're admitting it's better?"

"I didn't say that. I said..." But she had. Was it better? She stared at him as he leaned against the table, silent. She'd had her birthday drink, technically. She could easily kick him out now. Curl up with a book and... God, was she really that pathetic? Her choices of companionship boiled down to book or bald evil man. She straightened her shoulders and moved to the table, sitting down slowly.

He took the seat opposite her, that ever-present smirk there. "I thought you might..."

She slapped a hand on the table. "Just shut up and pour, Luthor."

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Lex pushed the glass across the table toward her. "Sip slowly this time. Something like this should be appreciated."

"Why? Because it's expensive? Isn't ten thousand to you just a twenty to me?"

"Because it's rare," he corrected.

She smiled rather smugly. "I bet you paid more than it's worth."

"I didn't pay anything for it." He sipped, letting the scoth just trickle down his throat. "It was a gift from an investor."

She sipped her own. "Investor or a co-conspirator on one of your little..."

"A Luthorcorp investor." He leaned back, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "And you still refuse to believe I've changed. Why is that?"

She shrugged and sipped again. "Personal experience. There is not one thing you do that doesn't have a nefarious little scheme behind it." She leaned forward. "Take tonight. Let's just say that I have nothing better to do than sit here with you." She glanced down. "I'm not saying that's true, but suppose it is."

He found himself smiling. "Because it is."

Her eyes snapped up to his. "What's the draw for you?"

He gulped down the rest of his drink. It was better than answering. To be honest, he wasn't sure what the draw was. He'd hardly looked at his PDA until after nine. He'd been about to open this same bottle when he'd seen it on the side table. That was when he saw the flashing message. "Don't forget Chloe's birthday. Love, Lana." He remembered the day she'd done that, screwing around with his things. It was before the wedding and that time was as close to a honeymoon as they got. Her putting little touches everywhere. He'd been giddy with it at the time, even as annoying as it was. It felt so nearly like she'd truly loved him.

I can't believe you don't have any birthday reminders in here. Not even for your father. Do you even know the date?

I have assistants to remember these things.

Well, I'm putting Chloe's in.

She's your friend, not mine.

What's mine is yours, she'd said, smiling. So she's our friend.

Of course, she hadn't been. All through his relationship with Lana, every time he'd seen her, she'd had a suspicious eye on him. And any happiness with Lana had disappeared after the wedding. He'd known it had to do with Clark. Everything did. She'd never loved him, not really.

When that message had flashed, he'd found himself thinking of Chloe. A Kent had swooped in on her, too. Or maybe that was Lana. It was no secret that Chloe would drop anything for Clark Kent, even her child of a boyfriend. If there was anyone who was as pathetic as he tonight, it was her.

She snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Hello? Are you going to answer me?"

He put his glass down. "I'm sorry. I must have forgotten the question," he lied.

She rolled her eyes, then downed the rest of her glass. "Don't give me that. We aren't that deep in the bottle." She shuddered slightly and picked up said bottle and poured another for herself, then him. "What exactly would make you decide to drop everything and come over here?"

"Everything? You mean rambling around empty rooms, playing pool with myself, late supper for one? That kind of everything?"

She sighed. "So you're playing the lonely billionaire card? Am I supposed to buy that? Should I feel sorry for you?"

He picked up his glass. "Of course not. You have no room to feel sorry for anyone."

She stiffened slightly. "Meaning?"

He took a slow sip. He was glad he'd been able to turn things back to her, but he still liked making her wait for it. Chloe craved answers the way he craved power. "You just plod on through life, don't you?" He smiled. "You work hard, stay loyal and you think it's all going to pay off eventually. But what do you have?" He tilted his head to the side, studying her tight expression. "You have a job where you just can't get ahead." He tried not to smile at that. He did, after all, play a role there. Not that she knew it... yet. "A failed relationship," he went on. "The man you want constantly out of your grasp."

"Jimmy and I broke up by mutual..."

"I wasn't talking about Jimmy."

She flushed. He didn't miss it, even as she tried to cover by picking up her glass and swallowing its contents in one gulp. He should probably warn her to slow down. But he didn't want to lose track of where they were going. Her misery was nearly palpable. Yes. Join me, he thought.

"Clark and I are friends," she said, her jaw tight.

"And that's all you want?" He laughed slightly and shook his head. "You can't fool me, Sullivan. Clark may be as sharp as a bowling ball, but..."

"Isn't it funny that you brought it back to Clark," she said, slamming her glass down and pushing it away. "Because that's obviously why you're here. You're convinced I'm holding some secret of his and you think getting me drunk will..."

"Oh, I know you're holding some secret of his, but that's not the point of this night."

"Then what is the point?" She yelled the last, standing up, planting her hands wide on the table, nearly leaning over him. He was momentarily side-tracked by the view down her blouse. He'd give her one thing-- she could certainly fill out a blouse.

"The point," he said, happy to stay calm when she was so... not, "is that misery loves company."

She drew back. "I'm not miserable."

"Really?" He loosened his tie slightly, getting comfortable. He was never more comfortable than when everyone else was perturbed. "So your life is exactly where you want it to be. He shook his head again. "At least I can say I'm where I am because I f*cked up. But you... very sad."

"No sadder than you," she shot back. She shook herself and sat back down. "Does it ever bother you that absolutely no one wants to be around you? The only company your misery could find is someone who detests you and everything you touch."

"Oh? And where are all of your friends? Obviously not ringing in the birthday with you..."

"If I called them, they'd be here." She lifted her chin. "Do you have anyone in your life you could say that for?" She smiled. "And let's not count the help."

He clenched his teeth. "B*tch."

She smiled wider. "Oh, was that low? I'm sorry. My head must have been turned by all those lovely things you said to me." She raised an eyebrow. "What? You can dish it out, but you can't take it? Color me astonished."

TBC

[seattlemary1979]

I love it! I love the chloe, I love the lex, I think I just might be in love with you!

[lj715]

I can;t believe I missed 2 updates. Omg, this is getting so good. Can;t wait for more.

[letia84]

HA! They are really pissed off. I assume this means very angry, hot sex to come.


Lex's eyes had adjusted. But the time he heard the door unlock, he could see everything in the cramped apartment. He smiled as he watched her move through the apartment, shedding shoes and a purse. It was a little like the feeling he'd had as a kid, hiding, waiting to jump out and a scare a friend. Almost gleeful.HA! Lex hiding in the dark as kid to scare people would be priceless to see.


She wasn't much of a judge of hard liquor. She'd been to the odd party. Those had been full of beer and jello shots, mixed drinks. Nothing like this. Her eyes teared slightly as she swallowed. She put the bottle down and leaned against the counter, gulping air.What heck was she thinking taking such a huge drink. Thank goodness she didn't fall over.


"The point," he said, happy to stay calm when she was so... not, "is that misery loves company."

She drew back. "I'm not miserable."This is true they are both at this point miserable.


She smiled wider. "Oh, was that low? I'm sorry. My head must have been turned by all those lovely things you said to me." She raised an eyebrow. "What? You can dish it out, but you can't take it? Color me astonished."Alright Chloe. She better be ready to dish out more then he can take.

Very interesting start. The angry is off the charts. Will there be mention of Chloe's mother and her powers? I wonder what Lex reasons for doing that are.

Update soon!

[somethingeasy]

"Why does my birthday warrant expensive liquor when I..." She inhaled suddenly. "Hate you," she breathed. She could feel it now. A sort of warmth that spread from her stomach to her throat. "Wow."

"Nice, isn't it?"

LOL! Despite the fact that she chugged the expensive scotch down… it’s still good to see that she can still enjoy it, LOL!


She looked up. He was smirking again. "Maybe the liquor. I can't say the same for the company."

He nodded. "Ah, but what other option do you have?" He moved closer and she leaned away. He was only reaching above her, though. She watched, dumbfounded, as he took another glass from the cabinet, gathering his with it. "For the record, I'm not too fond of you. But how do you want to remember this birthday, Chloe?" He took the bottle from her hands. "The night you sat alone in your cramped, little place or..." He moved to the table and placed the bottle and glasses down. "The night you shared a bottle of rare scotch whiskey with your worst enemy?" He turned back to her, a half-smile on his lips. "It's at least a talking point."

Heh, Only LEX could make a possibility like this sound so enticing, seductive and tempting. You HAVE to admire his charisma and powers of persuasion. VERY nicely done, Lex! LOL!


He took the seat opposite her, that ever-present smirk there. "I thought you might..."

She slapped a hand on the table. "Just shut up and pour, Luthor."

LOL! Lex might have scored a ‘little’ point over here, but that does’t mean that Chloe is going to let him gloat about it. ROTFLMAO, I’m REALLY enjoying how every comment between them is a sharp, cutting, unsheated statement… designed to either cut, or to probe for weakness. I LOVE this banter, and it’s barely gotten started.


Lex pushed the glass across the table toward her. "Sip slowly this time. Something like this should be appreciated."

"Why? Because it's expensive? Isn't ten thousand to you just a twenty to me?"

"Because it's rare," he corrected.

She smiled rather smugly. "I bet you paid more than it's worth."

"I didn't pay anything for it." He sipped, letting the scotch just trickle down his throat. "It was a gift from an investor."

She sipped her own, grimacing slightly. "An Investor or a co-conspirator on one of your little..."

Oh WOW! The banter whipping back and forth between them. It’s like watching Champion Game at Wimbledon… both of them striking words back and forth towards each other, without hesitating… and making each hit as hard as possible. Stunning, mesmerizing! Riveting!

Heh, and I really can’t tell who’s winning, ROTFL!


She shrugged and sipped again. "Personal experience. There is not one thing you do that doesn't have a nefarious little scheme behind it." She leaned forward. "Take tonight. Let's just say that I have nothing better to do than sit here with you." She glanced down. "I'm not saying that's true, but suppose it is."

He found himself smiling. "Because it is."

Her eyes snapped up to his. "What's the draw for you?"

Heh, this WAS an earlier point to Luthor, but Sullivan is getting ready for a returning volley. He should have expected her to return the question back at him… especially since HE is the one who approached her, so he’s better have a better explanation than her.

Besides, Chloe knows he came here for a reason other than ‘niceness’, and she’s determined to find out what.


He gulped down the rest of his drink. It was better than answering. To be honest, he wasn't sure what the draw was. He'd hardly looked at his PDA until after nine. He'd been about to open this same bottle when he'd seen it on the side table. That was when he saw the flashing message. "Don't forget Chloe's birthday. Love, Lana." He remembered the day she'd done that, screwing around with his things. It was before the wedding and that time was as close to a honeymoon as they got. Her putting little touches everywhere. He'd been giddy with it at the time, even as annoying as it was. It felt so nearly like she'd truly loved him.

This was just… pitiful! Even if he’s a bastard, Lex didn’t deserve this kind of treatment from Lana. I can see he was truly in love with her (stupid, moronic idiot!)… He was actually ‘giddy’ with love for her. And the whole time, she encouraged his infatuation by pretending to return his feelings… until she felt it was time to just… turn them off? No wonder he went crazy trying to ‘fix it’ so his mood-swinging fiancé would never leave him.


Of course, she hadn't been. All through his relationship with Lana, every time he'd seen her, she'd had a suspicious eye on him. And any happiness with Lana had disappeared after the wedding. He'd known it had to do with Clark. Everything did. She'd never loved him, not really.

When that message had flashed, he'd found himself thinking of Chloe. A Kent had swooped in on her, too. Or maybe that was Lana. It was no secret that Chloe would drop anything for Clark Kent, even her child of a boyfriend. If there was anyone who was as pathetic as he tonight, it was her.

Hmmm, interesting! I’m starting to get an inkling of an idea on why Lex came here tonight. He came to reassure himself that there WAS someone more pathetic than him in the world…


"Everything? You mean rambling around empty rooms, playing pool with myself, late supper for one? That kind of everything?"

She sighed. "So you're playing the lonely billionaire card? Am I supposed to buy that? Should I feel sorry for you?”

Heh, this might have been ‘part’ of the truth, but I’m glad to see that Chloe didn’t accept it as the end-all reason that Lex decided to spend tonight sharing a bottle of scotch with her.


He picked up his glass. "Of course not. You have no room to feel sorry for anyone."

She stiffened slightly. "Meaning?"

He took a slow sip. He was glad he'd been able to turn things back to her, but he still liked making her wait for it. Chloe craved answers the way he craved power. "You just plod on through life, don't you?" He smiled. "You work hard, stay loyal and you think it's all going to pay off eventually. But what do you have?" He tilted his head to the side, studying her tight expression. "You have a job where you just can't get ahead." He tried not to smile at that. He did, after all, play a role there. Not that she knew it... yet. "A failed relationship," he went on. "The man you want constantly out of your grasp."

I winced at this long, heartless speech. He’s been preparing this, hasn’t he? The b*stard! He determined to prove to Chloe (and himself) that SHE is definitely the more pitiful and and pathetic one between the two of them.


She flushed. He didn't miss it, even as she tried to cover by picking up her glass and swallowing its contents in one gulp. He should probably warn her to slow down. But he didn't want to lose track of where they were going. Her misery was nearly palpable. Yes. Join me, he thought.

complete and utter ba*tard!!! Is THIS how Lex is planning on making himself feel better about his own ruined personal life?! He’s going to make himself feel big and better by making Chloe feel small and worthless?

Sadly, this is a very human reaction. You WANT people to be as miserable as yourself when you’re having a horrible time in your life. You want to know that other people are suffering alongside you. This is a very vile, but very human kind of weakness Lex is showing over here… and it fits into his character that he would set his sights on an enemy as strong, intelligent and challenging as Chloe.


"Then what is the point?" She yelled the last, standing up, planting her hands wide on the table, nearly leaning over him. He was momentarily side-tracked by the view down her blouse. He'd give her one thing-- she could certainly fill out a blouse.

heh, it was a tiny flash, but it was a little satisfactory to see a moment where Lex got to see Chloe as a desirable woman besides ‘just’ a troublesome enemy.


"The point," he said, happy to stay calm when she was so... not, "is that misery loves company."

oooh, NICE! I loved the way AmazingApe captured Lex’s personality, right down to how much he’s enjoying being in control of this conversation… not only by dominating the topic of discussion, but also because he’s controlling his reactions and emotions while his enemy is not.


"Really?" He loosened his tie slightly, getting comfortable. He was never more comfortable than when everyone else was perturbed. "So your life is exactly where you want it to be. He shook his head again. "At least I can say I'm where I am because I f*cked up. But you... very sad."

oh dear GOD! THIS was a horrible hit, and it actually rings true. Chloe is one of the ‘good guys’ who has dedicated her life to helping others… prioritizing others. Lex has spent his life serving himself and placing HIS needs above all others. But between Chloe’s selflessness and Lex’s complete selfishness, he can point out that they’re both in the same position of neglect and loneliness.

He can actually take some satisfaction in the fact that CHLOE’S way of dedicating her life to humanity has NOT made her life any better than Lex’s.


"No sadder than you," she shot back. She shook herself and sat back down. "Does it ever bother you that absolutely no one wants to be around you? The only company your misery could find is someone who detests you and everything you touch."

"Oh? And where are all of your friends? Obviously not ringing in the birthday with you..."

"If I called them, they'd be here." She lifted her chin. "Do you have anyone in your life you could say that for?" She smiled. "And let's not count the help."

He clenched his teeth. "B*tch."

ROTFLMAO! Oh YES, Chloe! You GO, baby!!! Just when I thought Lex had framed a winning argument, Chloe spun the tables right back at him. She’s alone tonight, but that’s only by her own mopey, self-pitying choice. If she WANTED a good time, she could have called anyone (the Kents, Lois, the Justice League), and they would have thrown a party for her… But Lex, no-one would have thrown a party for him unless he paid them for it. ROTFLMAO! Brilliant rebuttal, Chloe! Game set and match!!!

I LOVED how he couldn’t return her shot with anything better than his snarl ‘B*tch’, LOL! You can always tell Lex Luthor has lost an argument when his vocabulary is gone to low places, LOL!


She smiled wider. "Oh, was that low? I'm sorry. My head must have been turned by all those lovely things you said to me." She raised an eyebrow. "What? You can dish it out, but you can't take it? Color me astonished."

ROTFLMAO! Of course, Chloe is not going to leave him a moment to recover. He’s reeling, and she’s going to keep hitting at this weak spot she just discovered, LOL! LOVE HER!

Heh, she’d better be careful though. Lex does NOT like losing, and he might end up resorting to physical force of a sort… I don’t think he’s going to try and strike her, but he ‘might’ decide to ‘shut her up’ with a brutal kiss.

And Lex… when he kisses, if he starts introducing sex into the equation to ‘win’ this altercation… Let’s just say he’s had a very long time to become VERY good at this kind of a game, and Chloe had better be careful not to get sucked in too deep.

hmmm, although... hate-sex between the Chlex couple can be pretty fun to watch. But I have ALWAYS loved seeing Lex finding himself bewildered when he realizes he's hopelessly and obsessively in love with the Ultimate Challenge of a partner, Chloe Sullivan, LOL!

happy endings? :D

[Chica]

This fic is great..can't wait for next update.

[MelBee1985]

Ok.. Update now? :D

I like it so far... Angry and drunk.. Mhmmm Can't wait to see the outcomes...

I like the fact that it's realistic. It could soooo possible.... lol

Keep going on!

[TheAmazingApe]

PART 4

God, it felt good. It wasn't just the alcohol, though she had no complaints there. In fact, she loved it, the way her limbs felt warm and surrounded. It was as if she was immersed in a pool, bathwater-warm and slightly thick. Every movement felt curiously like a little swim. It was relaxing, expecially now that he seemed so on-edge. Yeah, Luthor. Take that.

Encounters between them had never been anything but this, underneath. Her trying to topple him from his position of power. Him trying to convince her how little she really mattered. But she knew what mattered and what didn't. It didn't matter that Clark and Lana were cozied up, forgetting her. If she called, he would come -- maybe even Lana would. It didn't matter whether Lois was working on a story or not. She would come, too. What mattered was that she wasn't so low she had to call them. In fact, she was on top of the world right now.

"You see, Luthor," she said steadily, holding his slightly venomous stare. "Even if you were capable of pity for anyone, you're the one with no room to feel it. You are as alone as anyone could be, for all your money and power. If you died tomorrow, half the world wouldn't care. The other half would throw a party." She shook her head. "Very sad."

He crossed his arms and leaned back, but he wasn't fooling her. She could see a muscle twitching in his jaw. "Strong words, Sullivan. You've always had a way with them. It's a shame no one ever gets to see them. How long have you worked at The Planet now? Almost two years?" He smiled. "Words gets around, you know. Like the fact that your cousin, after only weeks, has been sent away on assignments to Los Angeles, New York. But you, toiling away for years, but still covering transit problems, dry city hall reports."

It didn't phase her. He was just changing tacts. That just meant she was winning. "Oh, that could change real quick, Luthor. If I published a fraction of the dirt I have on you, I'd have a Pulitzer."

He inclined his head. "Why don't you go ahead and try it, Sullivan?"

"Oh, I can wait. Slow and steady wins the race, Luthor. I don't expect you to get it."

"I've read Aesop's fables." He poured himself another drink. "They're very pretty lies," he said, before downing it.

"I guess you'd know all about pretty lies," she countered.

"So would you. I mean, isn't that what lost you a boyfriend?"

"Oh, let's not go back to that, Luthor." She reached for the bottle and poured one for herself. "You can't pity me for losing one boyfriend, with whom I had a full year. I mean, how many wives has it been? Three now?" She tilted her head. "Not even a year with any of them." She raised her glass to him before draining it.

"Oh, I guess you and your one boyfriend makes you the expert. What is your secret to year-long happiness? Or is it all in who you pick. I mean, Jimmy Olsen..." He smiled. "What a conquest."

Chloe placed her glass down. "Jimmy is sweet and loyal and..."

"Yes. And easy to please. Like a puppy that way. You can throw him scraps, but really save it all for..."

"That's not true." It wasn't. She had cared for Jimmy. She had. "I gave Jimmy everything I..."

"Not the truth," he cut in, sitting up straighter. "That would just be a little too intimate to share with someone you had no real intention of staying with. Best to save your secrets for the one you really want."

"And you, too," she said, stiffening her spine, "however unwillingly. You know a little too much about my secrets. I mean, after what you did to me, to my mother..."

"Come now," he said, suddenly sitting back again. "Let's not bring up the past." He grasped the bottle. "Things might turn unpleasant," he said, bringing the bottle to his lips.

"Unpleasant?" She let out a hoarse bark of laughter. She stood on wobbly legs and came around the table. "You and I would have a long climb upward just to get to unpleasant." She grasped the bottle, satisfied when some of it sloshed on his face and neck. "That's it. I officially can't do this." She slammed the bottle on the table. "See, there's a problem with drinking with your enemy. Alcohol only brings out the truth." And a hell of a punch. She leaned hard on the table. The damn room was moving around.

She glanced up as he stood as well, wiping his face with his sleeve. "It also exaggerates it."

She closed her eyes and breathed deep. "I don't need to exaggerate anything you've done to me, to Clark, to Lana. It's bad enough." She opened her eyes and stepped away from the table, only weaving slightly. "Kidnapping, illegal experiments, the torture of innocent..."

"Innocent?" he snapped. "Mutants with dangerous powers. I've seen things you couldn't even wrap your mind around." His eyes narrowed. "Or maybe you could. After all, you could be one of them. Any day now, Sullivan, you could snap just like the..."

"Get out," she said, her voice breaking slightly.

"You don't understand," he said quietly. "None of you ever did."

"I understand. You want control. You want control of everything and everyone around you."

"I wanted answers. But you, Clark, Lana... None of you ever let me in."

"Oh, so it's our fault?" She pushed at his chest, but he didn't move. "After what you did to me..."

"And for you," he cut in, grasping her arm, holding it between them. "I hid you for months, protected you."

"For your own reasons," she sneered, pulling at her arm. "If I wasn't a key witness against Lionel, you would have let me burn."

"That's not true. Over and over, every single one of you has accepted help from me with one hand, then pointed that handy finger of blame with the other. Bunch of self righteous..."

"I accepted your protection one time, years ago," she growled. "And I was only in danger because I was helping you. And even that was about control, not justice." She finally pulled her arm free and staggered backward. Her mind seemed to work, but her body was another story. "You just..." She weaved slightly. There went the mind. "You just wanted to control Daddy's empire. Hardly anything more to it than that." She leaned against the wall. "That's all you want. Control. God help the world if you ever get it."

She watched with bleary eyes as he moved closer. "You say that now. Maybe you even believe it's true. But history will remember everything I've done differently."

"You have an exaggerated idea of your own importance, Luthor." She shook her head, hearing the swish of her own hair against the wall. "History will remember you as a thug with a big checkbook."

"Really?" He towered over her. She cursed her damned bare feet. "And what about you? Do you think anything you do matters, Sullivan?"

She nearly laughed. "Isn't that just the point of all of this? You came over here, be the big bad Luthor, make sure tiny little Sullivan knows how very little she matters." She grasped his tie. His eyes widened. "I matter," she said, pulling down hard. "You can't stand that I matter. I could take you down in a second with what I have."

He grasped her hand and pulled at the knot of his tie. Her damned motor skills weren't up to stopping him as he loosened it and pulled it off over his head. "You can't take me down," he sneered, backing up a step, leaving her holding his tie. "You're too afraid of the consequences."

"Don't tempt me." She tossed the tie at him as hard as she could, wishing it was heavier. It only slid down his shirt and to the floor. "The way my life's going, your consequences might be a picnic."

"Then it must be pretty bad," he said with a sudden flash of teeth. "Good to hear you finally admit it."

She lurched forward. "F*ck you."

He smiled wider. "You should. You probably need it."

TBC

[gecko]

i just found this story and i love it, i can't wait for the next update, keep up the great work, i love the chloe/lex interaction

[lj715]

Excellent chapter. Well, let's see if they can fulfill the challenge. More please.

[happybum]

I am glad that you decided to post your story here. I am just loving this story!! The verbal judo is amazing watch. It is like sitting front row and center witnessing an acerbic and brutal battle of wits. I hope the powerplay continues in the bedroom. There's no complaining from me if you decided to add hawt angry sex in to the mix.=] Please keep on spoiling us with your beautiful story and writing talents.

[tatie87]

Great chapter. I loved the banter between Lex/Chloe. There my favorite could be couple (sigh). Update soon.

[SVfan1286]

Wow, I can't believe I missed 3 updates.

This story is getting better and better. The back and forth banter, is amazing and wonderfully written. I love how little by little their both letting their gaurds down, saying what they truly feel. Letting out all their anger and frustrations, its trilling to read. Keep it coming!

Excellent story, I can't wait to read more. Please update soon!!!

[letia84]

She lurched forward. "F*ck you."

He smiled wider. "You should. You probably need it."

TBCPlease do Chloe. I can't believe you stopped there.

Thanks for getting it out in the open about what happen last season. I'm wondering why is minimizing what he has done. Are there some hidden agendas Mr. Luthor.

Update soon. Please. Can you update the title when there is a new chapter? That would be great to keep track of the fic.

[lilinny]

I've been seeing this story on the board for the past few days and I didn't want to read it until today. You have a great writing style and the story is just too juicy to stay away from. I can't wait for what's next, as if we didn't know already.

[MelBee1985]

Yeah Chloe! Do it! :D

Nice... Now stop teasing us ;)

[hfce]

DAMN!! That was good. I want more please.... :D

[sinecure]

Love the story! I like that you have them at odds with each other as they are on the show. It's nice to see that and how you're working them toward--hopefully!--some nice Chlex-sex. Gotta have the Chlex-sex! :hankpank:

You write them both very well, and your descriptions/actions make my little heart flutter. I'm an action/description ho. I can't wait for more! Please hurry. :)

[TheAmazingApe]

PART 5

She lurched forward. "F*ck you."

He smiled wider. "You should. You probably need it."

He hadn't planned to say that, but he'd certainly been thinking it. It had been hovering at the back of his mind since she'd first bent to look under the sink. She had such nice, compact curves. Sturdy, lightly muscled calves and arms. It made him wonder if she liked it hard. She should. She was built for it.

Now, with her blazer hanging open, her blouse half-untucked, her face flushed with alcohol and anger... He wondered if he'd ever get the idea of a hard f*ck with Chloe Sullivan out of his mind.

Her fists clenched at her sides, but she didn't move to hit him. He was glad for it. He didn't like being hit by girls. You weren't supposed to hit back, after all. "There's a man's response for you," she said, her lip curling up. "Is that supposed to put me in my place?"

"Not at all," he said. "It was more of an observation."

He felt a frisson of triumph when she stepped back slightly. "A sick, twisted kind of..."

He advanced a step. "I'd just bet you've never been f*cked in your life."

She took another step back. "Stop it," she said, her eyes darting everywhere, but avoiding his. "You have no right to say..."

"And I'm not talking about sweet, fumbling, vanilla sex with Olsen," he went on. "I'm talking about something where you actually break a sweat."

Her back hit the wall at the same time her eyes met his. They were wide and dark. Dilated pupils. An unconscious attraction response. He was sure of it then. He would f*ck Chloe Sullivan this night. The only variable was how.


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She felt sweat break out on her upper lip as she pressed herself closer to the wall. "No." She swallowed hard. "As a matter of fact, I've made love. Something you've never done in your life." Her mind was reeling. She'd been nearly rid of him. This entire insane night was ending and now he was... What? Sexually harassing her? Probably. So why the hell wasn't she slapping him?

Lex smiled. "Oh, I've made love. Even to women I hardly knew. You have to give them what they want." He chuckled and leaned a hand against the wall next to her. God, why couldn't she move? "Some women like it soft and slow. It's easy to get caught up in the fantasy myself. But some women just want you to grab them by the..."

She moved then. Stepping to the side and away. Something had shifted here. "What are you doing?"

He pushed away from the wall and turned to her. "Just making conversation."

She shook her head. "This is not a conversation." The things he was saying were too... Wrong. Dirty. Hot. "Sick," she said quickly, trying to stop her mind from taking it there. "This is a sick game." She backed toward the living room.

He followed. "I like sick games."

"I just bet you do." She retreated further, putting the coffee table between them.

"I just bet you would, too." He licked his lips.

Even though he didn't move, she took another step back. She couldn't believe this. Lex Luthor was pretty much chasing her around her apartment. And what was she doing? Running away. She wasn't the girl who ran away. She was the girl who met things head-on. That was exactly the problem somehow. She was not too eager for the meeting part. "I think you should leave," she said, crossing her arms.

He smiled, his teeth catching slightly on one side of his bottom lip. "I don't think that's what you think."

"Well, it is. So just..." She made a beeline for the door. She didn't make it, though. Her liquored limbs and hazy mind betrayed her. She tripped over the leg of the coffee table, falling on one of her discarded shoes. "Damn it!" She rolled over, tossing the shoe.

"Oh, did you hurt yourself?" She looked up. He was standing right above her. It was like the moment in the horror movie when the girl fell running from the masked killer. That was when she usually got it. Of course, in her case it might not be a knife in the stomach, but a... "Let me help you." He leaned down.

She scrambled backwards and got to her feet. "I'm fine," she said quickly, rubbing her hip. Even through the haze, it stung. She was glad she didn't wear stilettos.

"You're hurt," he said, glancing down. "Want me to take a look at that?"

She shook her head frantically. "You're not taking a look at any of me." She took another step, nearly stumbling again. "I'm fine," she repeated.

"You're drunk," he drawled. "I should put you to bed."

She stared, wide-eyed at him. No. No way. This is not happening. She didn't know how to handle this Lex Luthor. The one who threw hate and insults, even illegal acts at her... That was something she could at least wrap her mind around. But this one--with his silken tone and hooded eyes. This was one was... Laying it on a little thick, she realized, narrowing her eyes. And wasn't it exactly like him to change tacts when he was losing? That was what this night was about: who won and who lost. On a smaller scale, it was everything between them played out.

So what was the game now? Probably something he'd learned from his father. She remembered what Lionel had done to her when he passed himself off as Clark. She hadn't understood it at the time. But Clark had explained nearly a year later. She was not about to play the scared little girl. She was not about to have him run off, a winner, just after she surrendered. She took the hand that was on her hip and slid it down her thigh, then up again. "Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

His eyes widened, but he seemed to recover quickly. "You'd like it, too."

"I don't know." She moved toward the front door, slowly... and successfully this time. "Sleeping with the enemy is typically considered undesirable and, in some cases, dangerous."

"Dangerous?" He tilted his head. "Maybe. But undesirable?" His eyes travelled the length of her. "Definitely not."

"Well, it's not unheard of, I guess." She arched her back away from the door. "Two adversaries working together on a joint project."

"Happens all the time," he said, a half-smile on his lips as he moved closer.

"Hmmm. Could be a learning experience."

He was right in front of her now. Almost... "I'd love to teach you a few things."

"So... How about it, then? Less talk, more..." She smiled. "Teach," she finished, wetting her own lips.

He leaned down slowly. She waited, grasping the doorknob. He had to close his eyes first or he'd ruin the surprise. It seemed an eternity, but they finally slid shut. She turned the knob and pushed backwards, holding tight to the door. Her head spun as it swung outwards, but she managed to stay upright. Lex, however, was another story. If she gained nothing else from this, the image of Lex Luthor flailing his arms and stumbling forward would keep her warm at night. She pushed at his back, savoring the image of him sprawled on the landing for a moment before moving inward and pulling the door shut. She turned the lock quickly. "Great lesson," she yelled through the door. "Have a good night."

She heard shuffling on the other side. So he wasn't unconscious. Darn. "Chloe... you might as well let me in."

"And you might as well go to hell." She strolled toward the dining room. "Who's the winner now?" she called over her shoulder. She spotted the bottle on the table. Not much left now. She was about to indulge herself in a victory sip when she spotted his coat, still flung over the chair. "Oh, you forgot your coat. Cold out, too. I hope you walked." She poured a little scotch on the coat before lifting the bottle to her lips. She hoped expensive scotch and had as lingering a smell as it did a punch.

She heard a click behind her. "You forgot something, too."

She turned slowly, the bottle suspended just in front of her lips.

"I have a key," he said, dangling it from his fingers before placing it in his pocket.

"F*ck."

He smiled. "Glad you agree." He moved toward her.

"No," she breathed. "This is over. You don't get to win."

He pursed his lips and moved closer still. "Why can't we call it a tie? You could win, too."

She felt the edge of the table on her bottom. "I don't want to win with you."

"But I want you to win, Chloe." He took the bottle from her numb hand. "I want make you win till you can't walk."

Her eyes nearly rolled backward. [i]Walk[i/]. She was having a hard enough time standing. He brought the bottle to his mouth and drained the last of what should have been her victory sip. He tossed it behind him. The dull crash jarred her, waking up her senses just as his hands found her hips. "No." She pushed weakly at his chest. "This is not how this ends."

"No, it isn't." He leaned down, his head moving out of her bleary vision. "Because it's not over," he said against her ear.

Her hands somehow went from pushing to gripping fistfuls of his shirt. "But... This is so... wrong," she finished on a gasp as his teeth nipped her earlobe.

His lips travelled down her neck. "I know."

"I hate you," she whispered as her hands slid to his shoulders.

"Likewise." The hands on her hips moved downwards, gathering her skirt. His fingertips brushed her outer thighs as his lips slid up to her jaw. "That's what makes this so good."

Was he right? Did hate make for better sex? She'd loved Jimmy... in her way. But the sex? She'd never come, not that he knew it. She'd never have hurt Jimmy by letting him think it was less than wonderful. She'd only ever come alone by her own hand. She figured some girls were just that way. Now...

His hand slid under her bunched-up skirt, slipping inside her panties, zeroing in on her clitoris without fail... without direction. She'd never thought... She inhaled sharply, tasting the booze on his breath as his lips hovered above hers. Two fingers moved in quick, tight circles. She closed her eyes on a moan.

"God, you're wet already." He sounded smug. She'd be pissed if she wasn't so busy watching colors burst behind her eyelids.

Her body jerked upwards. Her teeth clicked with his and she opened her eyes. She figured they'd meet fangs-first. Nothing would ever be soft or pretty between them. Even when his lips finally met hers, it was hard, probing, puncuated by quick nips and softly growled obscenities.

His tongue touched hers just as his fingers stilled. She gripped his arm, trying to pull his hand back. His mouth left hers. She opened her eyes, wondering if this was how he wanted to win. Working her into this state, then leaving her. "No," she whispered, gripping his neck, trying to pull him back. "Don't you dare..."

Her words cut off as he gripped her hips and lifted upward. Her skirt was still bunched. The table felt slightly cold against the backs of her thighs. She shivered slightly as he pulled her thighs apart. She shook in earnest when he dropped to his knees, his eyes hard on hers. She'd never... Jimmy hadn't...

"No," she moaned, trying to close her thighs. "Oh, no."

He held them apart, one corner of his mouth twitching up. "Oh, yes..."

[TheAmazingApe]

How would I go about changing the thread title to reflect an update? I have no idea how.

[dagney]

This fic is amazing the tension and heat better alert the EPA as the global warming to occur with the sex is about to crank up the earth's temperature. dagney

[somethingeasy]

How would I go about changing the thread title to reflect an update? I have no idea how.

Hi there! I might be wrong, but I seem to remember that you go to the very first post on this thread (which would be chapter one of this story), click on the 'Edit' button, after that you click on the 'Go Advanced Edit' button, which will allow you to change the subject header/title of the post/thread.
Good Luck with that...

aaargh! I tried posting up the review for the latest chapter, but Kryptonsite wasn't loading on this computer properly. I'm on the road and using strange machines which seem determined to vex me. I'll post up the review later.

I look forward to seeing future updates of 'Deep in the Bottle', I hope it's coming along well.

[sinecure]

Hot! And very believable, which means a lot to me when reading fic. You have a great knack for getting their voices and personalities just right. I lovelovelove that Chloe didn't just give in to him. Looking forward to much more!

[westwingwolf]

Hi there! I might be wrong, but I seem to remember that you go to the very first post on this thread (which would be chapter one of this story), click on the 'Edit' button, after that you click on the 'Go Advanced Edit' button, which will allow you to change the subject header/title of the post/thread.
Good Luck with that...


You are not wrong, it's amazing how you remember that considering it's been so long since you updated your story :P.

[kimmie]

Wow- i'm inlove with this fic-please oh please come back with more soon-I'm feeling pissed off and this really cheered me up but i need more!!!

-K-

[hfce]

Oh my goodness that was HOT!!! More please I can't believed you stopped there. :drool2:

To update just got to your first post you posted for the story and click edit and put the new chapter and that will update your post.

[MelBee1985]

Definitively hooked! Keep on.. My fav chapter so far...

[FroggyJump]

This was funny and hot. The tit for tatt was great. Can't wait to see what happens next

[lj715]

Excellent chapter!!! Love it ! More please.

[letia84]

So what was the game now? Probably something he'd learned from his father. She remembered what Lionel had done to her when he passed himself off as Clark. She hadn't understood it at the time. But Clark had explained nearly a year later. She was not about to play the scared little girl. She was not about to have him run off, a winner, just after she surrendered. She took the hand that was on her hip and slid it down her thigh, then up again. "Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"No that's not the way or is it.


If she gained nothing else from this, the image of Lex Luthor flailing his arms and stumbling forward would keep her warm at night. She pushed at his back, savoring the image of him sprawled on the landing for a moment before moving inward and pulling the door shut. She turned the lock quickly. "Great lesson," she yelled through the door. "Have a good night."HA! Nice job Ms. Sullivan. Its about time Lex took a dive off his high horse.


"I have a key," he said, dangling it from his fingers before placing it in his pocket.

"F*ck."Damn it.



Her words cut off as he gripped her hips and lifted upward. Her skirt was still bunched. The table felt slightly cold against the backs of her thighs. She shivered slightly as he pulled her thighs apart. She shook in earnest when he dropped to his knees, his eyes hard on hers. She'd never... Jimmy hadn't...

"No," she moaned, trying to close her thighs. "Oh, no."

He held them apart, one corner of his mouth twitching up. "Oh, yes..."Hee. Very mean and dirty way to end the chapter.

Great start to making the evening hot. Lex is rather funny just wanting to jump on Chloe like a lion. Great work. Update when you can.

[TheAmazingApe]

It's a little, but it's a lot of Lex.

PART 6

He knew what he was doing. Despite all the alcohol he'd had, he knew just what to do. Because, despite all she'd had to drink, she was in danger of sobering up. He couldn't have that happen. Not yet. Not before he made her come.

She could push him away then, call him a snake, push him out the door again. But he'd have her writhing first. If there was ever a way to win... Then every time she saw him, accused him, sneered at him, she'd know what he'd done to her.

She squirmed away as he knelt lower. It was almost sweet. Despite all Chloe knew, she was still just a green girl. She'd only been with Olsen, as far as he knew. "What a waste," he murmured, gripping one thigh tight. He reached in finding the edge of her panties. He still hadn't seen them. They didn't feel spinster white. They felt slippery, silky. He pulled one side, then the other as she stared down at him.

"I don't..."

"Shhh." He smiled as he slipped the panties to her knees. Purple. He wondered if she had a matching bra. He really should have stripped her down first, but there would be time. She had to come first, then she couldn't sober up and realize how wrong this really was. And it was wrong. All kinds of dirty, sexy wrong. He was about to f*ck his ex-wive's best friend... or was he? How exactly did things stand between Lana and Chloe?

Did it even matter?

When the idea had first popped into his head, he'd thought it was a charming notion. Not something he'd do, really, but then... He'd seen it on her. Hell, he'd smelled it on her. Attraction. The nervous fidgeting, the eyes that darted around the tiny apartment, the clumsy movements... Sex with him might not be something that Chloe Sullivan had a long think on. But her mind had flirted with it. His, too. He was sure she, much like he, had dismissed the idea as ludicrous and yet... Well, throw in really good scotch and who knew what could happen?

Apparently, this. He smiled, inhaling the scent of her. Lana had been a fan of some perfume that smelled like baby powder. He'd tolerated it. But Chloe... She smelled of soap, a little like coffee, and a lot like pure, heady woman. He pushed her thighs wider even as she squirmed. Didn't she know that she should be thanking her lucky stars? It wasn't often that he had to resort to oral sex to seal the deal. Usually, the idea of his money was enough to have a woman on her back. But Chloe... She was a special case. Money didn't matter to her. She dealt in truth.

Well, he wasn't about to give that to her. But this... He pushed her skirt to her waist, ignoring her tiny protests. So she was new to cunnilingus. Not for long.

He swooped in, immediately wrapping his lips around her clit. She stilled then, the room silent but for the light sound of sucking.

Oh, she was ripe for this. She'd pined for Clark for years, only to settle for a boy of a man who probably only gave her missionary and murmured sweet words. She wasn't someone who needed sweet words. He could tell. She needed to be taken, hard and ruthless. She wouldn't get that from Olsen. She'd never get it from Clark, blind as he was. He'd give it to her. Someone had to.

He heard her cry out hoarsely above him. He knew her embarrassment wouldn't last long. Her hands gripped his head. He sucked harder, flicking his tongue up and down firmly. Her hands slid over his scalp, nails scraping lightly. There was one thing to be said for baldness. His scalp, he'd learned, was an entire erogenous zone. He hummed against her and she bucked upwards.

Any second now... He sped up his tongue, sucked harder. She had to be sated, boneless. It was the only way to be sure she wouldn't suddenly decide this was a bad idea. He'd hardly realized how invested he was in having her. But now... He looked up, not slowing, never stopping.

Her hands left his head as her upper body flopped to the table. The wood groaned slightly. God, she was responsive. He wondered if once would be enough. Generally, it was. But Lana... The challenge of her purity, the tantalizing idea of her love, something Clark wanted so desperately, were things he needed to explore. And Helen -- the enigma that was her, a doctor, sworn to do no harm. And yet she'd nearly destroyed him. Desiree... Well, he could chalk that up to meteor rocks, like most things in this town.

But Chloe... He'd be lying if he thought this wasn't tied up with Clark Kent. Chloe was Clark's help-mate, his greatest champion. And who was it giving her what she needed?

Not Clark. He was a fool. Lex had experienced life with Lana. It looked great on paper, but Lana would never let go... Not of her juvenile notions of what love was... of Clark. Chloe wouldn't either, not deep down. But here, now, he could give her what Clark never would. Sex wasn't about love. He believed that it was need, grasping and desperate.

If he'd learned only one thing in his dealings with Chloe Sullivan, it was what she needed. Maybe that was why, when they locked horns, his last retort was against her love life. It hit her where she lived, on a primal level. The constant rejection from Clark had reduced her to this: a brilliant woman settling for a silly boy. Why? Because Jimmy made her feel needed. Chloe was drawn to what needed her. Clark needed her skills so he could bust into Lex's house and point the finger. Jimmy had needed her, too. To feel important, as Lex was sure he couldn't believe his luck.

But Lex? He didn't need her. He just wanted her. The feel of her now, the memory of her later. That was what she really needed. That was what Chloe Sullivan was missing: just being wanted, not for her mind, but for her body. It was both basic and complicated. She needed to feel like a woman, not a brain with legs.

And who was giving it to her? Not Clark who she sacrificed for. Not Jimmy, who wouldn't know what to do with a woman on his best day. It was him. Her enemy. No one ever knew you better than your enemy.

Her legs tightened on either side of him. He grasped them and brought them to his shoulders. He needed to get closer, work harder. As much as her moans spurred him on, he knew Chloe was buried deep within that mind of hers. He wanted her to feel, not f*cking think her way out of an orgasm just because of who he was. Come on, Chloe. You need this. Take it. The sooner she took what she needed, the sooner he could have what he wanted. Total possession. That mind, that body, and him. The unavoidable end. He'd have her tonight. And who the f*ck cared about tomorrow?

[SVfan1286]

Lex falling face first outside her door, was hilarious. Well done Chloe! Everytime I think about it, it makes me laugh my ass off. :Brilliant:

The image of Lex Luthor on his knees is the biggest turn on ever(IMO). Chloe's one lucky woman! *g* Wow, it's getting really hot, and no doubt about to get even hotter. Can't wait! Bring on the smut!

Update soon!!!

[somethingeasy]

She felt sweat break out on her upper lip as she pressed herself closer to the wall. "No." She swallowed hard. "As a matter of fact, I've made love. Something you've never done in your life." Her mind was reeling. She'd been nearly rid of him. This entire insane night was ending and now he was... What? Sexually harassing her? Probably. So why the hell wasn't she slapping him?

Lex smiled. "Oh, I've made love. Even to women I hardly knew. You have to give them what they want." He chuckled and leaned a hand against the wall next to her. God, why couldn't she move? "Some women like it soft and slow. It's easy to get caught up in the fantasy myself. But some women just want you to grab them by the..."

Heh, that was a good retort from Chloe, but an even better one from Lex. AMAZING! He really is a master seducer… the images he’s invoking with his beautiful, erotic words… and I can imagine how he’s combining these words with a very deep, husky tone of voice. It all makes for an effect that is VERY difficult to resist. Let’s face it, Lex has had YEARS to hone in his talents for seducing women in to his bed, even when they probably knew it wasn’t a good idea. Chloe is going to be the challenge to make his year (perhaps decade) once he wins her over.


She shook her head. "This is not a conversation." The things he was saying were too... Wrong. Dirty. Hot. "Sick," she said quickly, trying to stop her mind from taking it there. "This is a sick game." She backed toward the living room.

He followed. "I like sick games."

"I just bet you do." She retreated further, putting the coffee table between them.

"I just bet you would, too." He licked his lips.

ROTFL! I loved the quick succession of intial descriptions that ran through her head before she finally found something to express feelings of revulsion… LOL! And you can trust Lex to turn the word on it’s head to make even THAT sound erotic and seductive. *swoon* I just LOVE seeing the master at work.

Oooh, and the lip-licking! I don’t know whether that was an intentional move or not on Lex’s part, but HOT!


Even though he didn't move, she took another step back. She couldn't believe this. Lex Luthor was pretty much chasing her around her apartment. And what was she doing? Running away. She wasn't the girl who ran away. She was the girl who met things head-on. That was exactly the problem somehow. She was not too eager for the meeting part. "I think you should leave," she said, crossing her arms.

The image of Lex stalking Chloe around her apartment in this sexual-predator kind of style was pretty hot, but also REALLY hilarious too. I loved how AmazingApe was able to combine eroticism and howl-worthy humour together, ROTFL!


"Well, it is. So just..." She made a beeline for the door. She didn't make it, though. Her liquored limbs and hazy mind betrayed her. She tripped over the leg of the coffee table, falling on one of her discarded shoes. "Damn it!" She rolled over, tossing the shoe.

"Oh, did you hurt yourself?" She looked up. He was standing right above her. It was like the moment in the horror movie when the girl fell running from the masked killer. That was when she usually got it. Of course, in her case it might not be a knife in the stomach, but a... "Let me help you." He leaned down.

She scrambled backwards and got to her feet. "I'm fine," she said quickly, rubbing her hip. Even through the haze, it stung. She was glad she didn't wear stilettos.

"You're hurt," he said, glancing down. "Want me to take a look at that?"

She shook her head frantically. "You're not taking a look at any of me." She took another step, nearly stumbling again. "I'm fine," she repeated.

ROTFLMAO! I LOVED this whole sequence… it was an intensely, erotic hot comedy of errors, LOL! I really enjoyed how Chloe tripped over furniture as well as her own shoes, and Lex immediately swooped in with his mock concern, seeing this as an opportunity to… slip her panties off while checking her ankle? LOL, I wouldn’t have put it past him to try something as brazen as that. I’m sure he could have gotten away with it too, if given half the chance.


"You're drunk," he drawled. "I should put you to bed."

I was howling with laughter at this point… He is REALLY irresistibly sexy and hot, but I’m also finding it so funny to see that he actually seems to be REALLY enjoying this whole seduction routine. It’s like delightful playtime for him, something fun! He’s enjoying himself so much, it’s hard not to enjoy it alongside him… even though you know he’s not up to any good.


She stared, wide-eyed at him. No. No way. This is not happening. She didn't know how to handle this Lex Luthor. The one who threw hate and insults, even illegal acts at her... That was something she could at least wrap her mind around. But this one--with his silken tone and hooded eyes. This was one was... Laying it on a little thick, she realized, narrowing her eyes. And wasn't it exactly like him to change tacts when he was losing? That was what this night was about : who won and who lost. On a smaller scale, it was everything between them played out.

So what was the game now? Probably something he'd learned from his father. She remembered what Lionel had done to her when he passed himself off as Clark. She hadn't understood it at the time. But Clark had explained nearly a year later. She was not about to play the scared little girl. She was not about to have him run off, a winner, just after she surrendered. She took the hand that was on her hip and slid it down her thigh, then up again. "Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Heh, I was really enjoying Lex’s seduction play, but I was ALSO aware that he was up to no good at all. All this ‘fun seduction’ was only a precursor to him introducing sex as a weapon in a game that he was losing. And I am SO glad that, even though she was completely drunk, Chloe was able to recognize that. She not only recognized what he was doing, she was almost immediately able to form a counter strategy. WOW! What a girl!!! There is NO way Lex is going to be satisfied in seducing any other woman after Chloe EVER again… they’re all going to be so dull compared to her.


"I don't know." She moved toward the front door, slowly... and successfully this time. "Sleeping with the enemy is typically considered undesirable and, in some cases, dangerous."

"Dangerous?" He tilted his head. "Maybe. But undesirable?" His eyes travelled the length of her. "Definitely not."

LOL! She moved straight to the front door, and Lex didn’t figure out what she was doing? I love it when Chloe proves, time and again, just how much smarter she is that him… although I REALLY enjoy it when he makes her work for it too ;)


"Well, it's not unheard of, I guess." She arched her back away from the door. "Two adversaries working together on a joint project."

"Happens all the time," he said, a half-smile on his lips as he moved closer.

"Hmmm. Could be a learning experience."

He was right in front of her now. Almost... "I'd love to teach you a few things."

ROTFL! Smug, arrogant ass! All this arrogance makes the anticipation of Chloe’s winning move all the more sweeter, LOL!

Lex is far too used to girls who fall, simpering and pathetic, for all his lines and moves without him even half trying… he just wasn’t expecting Chloe to make a counter-move and throw him off and out, LOL! He is going to be SO bored with other women after her… and SO addicted to her after this :D


He leaned down slowly. She waited, grasping the doorknob. He had to close his eyes first or he'd ruin the surprise. It seemed an eternity, but they finally slid shut. She turned the knob and pushed backwards, holding tight to the door. Her head spun as it swung outwards, but she managed to stay upright. Lex, however, was another story. If she gained nothing else from this, the image of Lex Luthor flailing his arms and stumbling forward would keep her warm at night. She pushed at his back, savoring the image of him sprawled on the landing for a moment before moving inward and pulling the door shut. She turned the lock quickly. "Great lesson," she yelled through the door. "Have a good night."

ROTFLMAO! Oh this was PERFECT, AmazingApe! I don’t think I’ll be forgetting this image of the great and powerful Lex Luthor being bodily thrown out of someone’s apartment EVER! It was a brilliant, winning move from Chloe, and I adore how humiliated Lex must have been at being outsmarted like this.


She heard shuffling on the other side. So he wasn't unconscious. Darn. "Chloe... you might as well let me in."

I gave a little giggle at Chloe’s resentment about his not getting a concussion during his undignified sprawled landing in the hallway. She’s got a vindictive streak in her, LOL!


"And you might as well go to hell." She strolled toward the dining room. "Who's the winner now?" she called over her shoulder. She spotted the bottle on the table. Not much left now. She was about to indulge herself in a victory sip when she spotted his coat, still flung over the chair. "Oh, you forgot your coat. Cold out, too. I hope you walked." She poured a little scotch on the coat before lifting the bottle to her lips. She hoped expensive scotch and had as lingering a smell as it did a punch.

ROTFLAMO! Definitely a vindictive streak. I loved how she’s revelling and celebrating her ultimate victory over Lex. She’s not wasting time being a ‘graceful winner’ or anything… she’s still gloating at him about how badly he lost. The two of them are SO perfectly suited to each other! if only… *wistful sigh* if only…


She heard a click behind her. "You forgot something, too."

She turned slowly, the bottle suspended just in front of her lips.

"I have a key," he said, dangling it from his fingers before placing it in his pocket. He shut the door, flicking the deadbolt as well before turning back to her.

darn, Darn, DARN!!! The dead-bolt!!! LOL! Still funny as heck though. And I’m still going to count it as Chloe’s victory, even if it wasn’t as decisively complete as it ‘could’ have been.


"F*ck," she hissed.

He smiled. "Glad you agree." He moved toward her.

LOL! She really has to stop using that particular obscenity. It only gives Lex more innuendo-ammo to play with.


"No," she breathed. "This is over. You don't get to win."

He pursed his lips and moved closer still. "Why can't we call it a tie? You could win, too."

She felt the edge of the table on her bottom. "I don't want to win with you."

"But I want you to win, Chloe." He took the bottle from her numb hand. "I want to make you win till you can't walk."

heh, don’t you just love how ‘reasonable’ he’s making it all sound? I see he’s changes tactics slightly from heavy-handed seduction to ‘logical and reasonable persuasion’.


Her hands somehow went from pushing to gripping fistfuls of his shirt. "But... This is so... wrong," she finished on a gasp as his teeth nipped her earlobe.

His lips travelled down her neck. "I know."

Damn, that is HOT! He’s upping the ante now! But does it count as a ‘complete victory’ for him since he had to out over half a bottle of scotch whiskey into Chloe before he got her into bed. She still has her wits about her, but she’s definitely not sober… *rolls eyes* and OF COURSE Lex is perfectly fine… ba*tard is probably used to drinking three bottles of this stuff every night just to get a ‘little’ buzz.


"I hate you," she whispered as her hands slid to his shoulders.

"Likewise." The hands on her hips moved downwards, gathering her skirt. His fingertips brushed her outer thighs as his lips slid up to her jaw. "That's what makes this so good."

ooooh, sooooo HOT! It’s arguable that Lex’s seduction techniques would have been equally effective even if she had NOT been drunk… I know I probably would have been in whatever position he wanted me in at this point.

Then again, if he had tried to leave without putting any moves on ME, I probably would have tied him up and had my wicked way with him, whether he wanted it or not, but that’s just me… and Skauble too, I’m sure ;)


Was he right? Did hate make for better sex? She'd loved Jimmy... in her way. But the sex? She'd never come, not that he knew it. She'd never have hurt Jimmy by letting him think it was less than wonderful. She'd only ever come alone by her own hand. She figured some girls were just that way. Now...

oh dear NO!!! Jimmy has never been able to make her come? And she never told the incompetent idiot that? That’s it!! Chloe DESERVES this! Go have hot, hate-sex with the man, Chloe! This way at least, you’ll never settle for anything less than GOOD sex ever again.


His hand slid under her bunched-up skirt, slipping inside her panties, zeroing in on her clitoris without fail... without direction. She'd never thought... She inhaled sharply, tasting the booze on his breath as his lips hovered above hers. Two fingers moved in quick, tight circles. She closed her eyes on a moan.

"God, you're wet already." He sounded smug. She'd be pissed if she wasn't so busy watching colors burst behind her eyelids.

Her body jerked upwards. Her teeth clicked with his and she opened her eyes. She figured they'd meet fangs-first. Nothing would ever be soft or pretty between them. Even when his lips finally met hers, it was hard, probing, puncuated by quick nips and softly growled obscenities.

Hot, hot HOT!!! He is SO good! I suppose it would he all right for Chloe to use him for this one night… and then deny it ever happened? And tell him it’s never going to happen again no matter how much he bags afterwards…

Hmmm, how about… she won’t have sex with him again until he buys her an island, LOL! And I bet he would too. I imagine sex with Chloe would be something very addictive, especially to someone like Lex, who is simply not used to this kind of passion from his partners.


His tongue touched hers just as his fingers stilled. She gripped his arm, trying to pull his hand back. His mouth left hers. She opened her eyes, wondering if this was how he wanted to win. Working her into this state, then leaving her. "No," she whispered, gripping his neck, trying to pull him back. "Don't you dare..."

heh, he might be the experiences master seducer and man-sl*t! but that doesn’t mean that he’s automatically going to be the dominant one in charge of this sexual session. I think Chloe might be up to giving as good as she gets tonight. Excellent!


Her words cut off as he gripped her hips and lifted upward. Her skirt was still bunched. The table felt slightly cold against the backs of her thighs. She shivered slightly as he pulled her thighs apart. She shook in earnest when he dropped to his knees, his eyes hard on hers. She'd never... Jimmy hadn't...

"No," she moaned, trying to close her thighs. "Oh, no."

He held them apart, one corner of his mouth twitching up. "Oh, yes..."

Oh yes, Yes, YES, baby!!! Is she really going to complain that Lex wants to make her come while he’s on his knees in front of her? This is one of my favourite images of all times… it really turns me on to imagine such a intimidating, domineering, proud and powerful man like Lex getting on his knees in front of a woman for her pleasure. It’s highly satisfying and thrilling, and I imagine it’s a major turn on for the women.

This was an EXCELLENT beginning to the smut, AmazingApe! I was worried that Lex was going to succeed in turning this game to a playing field where he has all the experience and advantages, but I love how it’s been set up with both of them as equal opponents, and we can’t see who the winner is going to be… or even whether it’s going to end with a definite winner and loser. I can’t wait to find out. Please update QUICKLY!!

[hfce]

Damn you that was HOT!!! I want more now please... :beg: :drool2:

[MelBee1985]

Great update.. I wonder though... what's going on Chloe's mind right now!

[somethingeasy]

Great update.. I wonder though... what's going on Chloe's mind right now!

LOL! you expect Chloe is actually thinking? Perhaps there's nothing in her head beyond a 'gaaah' noise, LOL!

heh, nah! this is Chloe, and I'm sure there's going to be some very interesting warnings and rationalizations running through her head.


He knew what he was doing. Despite all the alcohol he'd had, he knew just what to do. Because, despite all she'd had to drink, she was in danger of sobering up. He couldn't have that happen. Not yet. Not before he made her come.

She could push him away then, call him a snake, push him out the door again. But he'd have her writhing first. If there was ever a way to win... Then every time she saw him, accused him, sneered at him, she'd know what he'd done to her.

I had an idea that THIS was the reason why Lex wanted to f*ck Chloe tonight. Not because ‘just’ he was intensely in lust with her (although that is a factor) but mostly because he wanted to be able to gloat about ‘getting into her panties’ every time they met after this. And he really wanted to win the battle that she had been leading in.

It’s also despicable, but also typical Luthorish thinking that he wants to ‘have her’ while she’s still drunk enough to ‘not’ have the sense to push him away. Lex knows he wouldn’t have stood a chance with Sober-Chloe, but Chloe with half a bottle of scotch-whiskey sloshing around inside her… her defences are down, and he can take full advantage of that.


She squirmed away as he knelt lower. It was almost sweet. Despite all Chloe knew, she was still just a green girl. She'd only been with Olsen, as far as he knew. "What a waste," he murmured, gripping one thigh tight. He reached in finding the edge of her panties. He still hadn't seen them. They didn't feel spinster white. They felt slippery, silky. He pulled one side, then the other as she stared down at him.

It’s also interesting that he seems to revelling in her inexperience (because it makes her more vulnerable to his skilful advances), BUT he’s also disgusted at how she’s never had a good f*ck. I love the paradox of his thought process… You’ve captured him perfectly, AmazingApe.


"Shhh." He smiled as he slipped the panties to her knees. Purple. He wondered if she had a matching bra. He really should have stripped her down first, but there would be time. She had to come first, then she couldn't sober up and realize how wrong this really was. And it was wrong. All kinds of dirty, sexy wrong. He was about to f*ck his ex-wive's best friend... or was he? How exactly did things stand between Lana and Chloe?

Did it even matter?

His thoughts are not only running in all directions, but they’re also running VERY quickly. Chloe has an amazing effect on his mind… she stimulates him while intoxicating him at the same time… she’s like coffee to him… and I really, REALLY hope he finds it impossible to ‘kick the habit’ of her once he’s had this taste :D


When the idea had first popped into his head, he'd thought it was a charming notion. Not something he'd do, really, but then... He'd seen it on her. Hell, he'd smelled it on her. Attraction. The nervous fidgeting, the eyes that darted around the tiny apartment, the clumsy movements... Sex with him might not be something that Chloe Sullivan had a long think on. But her mind had flirted with it. His, too. He was sure she, much like he, had dismissed the idea as ludicrous and yet... Well, throw in really good scotch and who knew what could happen?

I loved this description about how the taste and smell of her intoxicated him. It was not only that he ‘wanted’ her… now I feel like he NEEDS her. Especially now that he knows how she’s attracted to him as well.


Apparently, this. He smiled, inhaling the scent of her. Lana had been a fan of some perfume that smelled like baby powder. He'd tolerated it. But Chloe... She smelled of soap, a little like coffee, and a lot like pure, heady woman. He pushed her thighs wider even as she squirmed. Didn't she know that she should be thanking her lucky stars? It wasn't often that he had to resort to oral sex to seal the deal. Usually, the idea of his money was enough to have a woman on her back. But Chloe... She was a special case. Money didn't matter to her. She dealt in truth.

Well, he wasn't about to give that to her. But this... He pushed her skirt to her waist, ignoring her tiny protests. So she was new to cunnilingus. Not for long.

Heh, I KNEW that Chloe was a challenge to Lex… probably like nothing he’s ever had to work for before. I love how his decision to engage in oral sex was not only because he wanted to taste her and give her pleasure like this, but also because it will give him an ADVANTAGE during his plans for tonight.

And I can see that all other women before Chloe were really boring and ‘easy’ compared to her, and they’re probably going to be even MORE intolerably boring afterwards. Has Lex considered how much this is going to effect him if he enjoys sex with Chloe far more than he should?


He swooped in, immediately wrapping his lips around her clit. She stilled then, the room silent but for the light sound of sucking.

swoon! Hot, hot HOT!!! Red-hot, boiling, scalding HOT!!!


Oh, she was ripe for this. She'd pined for Clark for years, only to settle for a boy of a man who probably only gave her missionary and murmured sweet words. She wasn't someone who needed sweet words. He could tell. She needed to be taken, hard and ruthless. She wouldn't get that from Olsen. She'd never get it from Clark, blind as he was. He'd give it to her. Someone had to.

heh, and again I’m feeling Lex’s disgust about how this passionate, desirable, incredible, responsive woman has only ‘wasted’ herself by consorting with unworthy idiot men. I think he’s got it into his head that he’s going to be the one to introduce her to REALLY good sex and spoil her for anyone less than another man with Luthor-bedroom-skills.

Hmmm, perhaps Chloe can go after Lionel to get another fix? Now THAT would be the perfect way to get revenge on Lex afterwards, ROTFL!


He heard her cry out hoarsely above him. He knew her embarrassment wouldn't last long. Her hands gripped his head. He sucked harder, flicking his tongue up and down firmly. Her hands slid over his scalp, nails scraping lightly. There was one thing to be said for baldness. His scalp, he'd learned, was an entire erogenous zone. He hummed against her and she bucked upwards.

Hmmm, his head is a ‘vulnerable’, erogenous zone, is it? Heh, heh heh! I really hope Chloe discovers this fun-fact, and ruthlessly exploits this ‘weakness’ of Lex to send his eyes rolling to the back of his sexy head. Make him addicted to you, Chloe! Force him to approach you later, on his knees, BEGGING for another f*ck!


Any second now... He sped up his tongue, sucked harder. She had to be sated, boneless. It was the only way to be sure she wouldn't suddenly decide this was a bad idea. He'd hardly realized how invested he was in having her. But now... He looked up, not slowing, never stopping.

hot, hot HOT!! And I really liked that note about how ‘invested’ he is in having her. He’s desperate for it now! One kind of victory Chloe ‘could’ achieve now would be to kick him off and out after he’s given her oral pleasure… But I’d prefer them to go all the way, and for her to find some surprising way to beat him after he thinks he’s won.


Her hands left his head as her upper body flopped to the table. The wood groaned slightly. God, she was responsive. He wondered if once would be enough. Generally, it was. But Lana... The challenge of her purity, the tantalizing idea of her love, something Clark wanted so desperately, were things he needed to explore. And Helen -- the enigma that was her, a doctor, sworn to do no harm. And yet she'd nearly destroyed him. Desiree... Well, he could chalk that up to meteor rocks, like most things in this town.

But Chloe... He'd be lying if he thought this wasn't tied up with Clark Kent. Chloe was Clark's help-mate, his greatest champion. And who was it giving her what she needed?

I can see, besides satisfying his own lust and drive for victory, Lex is getting a lot of satisfaction from ‘upping Clark’ by being the one to appreciate, f*ck and pleasure Chloe while Clark remained oblivious. It was also very interesting seeing the summation on the whys and hows of his attraction towards all the women that he believed himself to be in love with… and it’s VERY interesting seeing how he’s comparing Chloe to all the former LOVES of his life. He’s actually emotionally invested in her, whether he realizes it or not.


Not Clark. He was a fool. Lex had experienced life with Lana. It looked great on paper, but Lana would never let go... Not of her juvenile notions of what love was... of Clark. Chloe wouldn't either, not deep down. But here, now, he could give her what Clark never would. Sex wasn't about love. He believed that it was need, grasping and desperate.

heh, so he’s admitting to himself that he NEEDS Chloe? I can’t wait to see what happens when the full implications of his thoughts sink into his mind. Right now, he’s only ficused on making Chloe need HIM!


If he'd learned only one thing in his dealings with Chloe Sullivan, it was what she needed. Maybe that was why, when they locked horns, his last retort was against her love life. It hit her where she lived, on a primal level. The constant rejection from Clark had reduced her to this: a brilliant woman settling for a silly boy. Why? Because Jimmy made her feel needed. Chloe was drawn to what needed her. Clark needed her skills so he could bust into Lex's house and point the finger. Jimmy had needed her, too. To feel important, as Lex was sure he couldn't believe his luck.

But Lex? He didn't need her. He just wanted her. The feel of her now, the memory of her later. That was what she really needed. That was what Chloe Sullivan was missing: just being wanted, not for her mind, but for her body. It was both basic and complicated. She needed to feel like a woman, not a brain with legs.

And who was giving it to her? Not Clark who she sacrificed for. Not Jimmy, who wouldn't know what to do with a woman on his best day. It was him. Her enemy. No one ever knew you better than your enemy.

Oh WOW! I loved this part! I loved seeing Lex’s observation of Chloe… because it’s so revealing about HOW incredibly obsessed Lex is with the blonde. He knows everything about her to the extent that he can provide a very astute, insightful and correct psychological analysis of her needs and motivations. He can argue (probably truthfully) that he was only trying to get to ‘know his enemy’, but I can still take a LOT of satisfaction about the extreme depth of investment and obsession he’s involved with when it comes to Chloe Sullivan :D


Her legs tightened on either side of him. He grasped them and brought them to his shoulders. He needed to get closer, work harder. As much as her moans spurred him on, he knew Chloe was buried deep within that mind of hers. He wanted her to feel, not f*cking think her way out of an orgasm just because of who he was. Come on, Chloe. You need this. Take it. The sooner she took what she needed, the sooner he could have what he wanted. Total possession. That mind, that body, and him. The unavoidable end. He'd have her tonight. And who the f*ck cared about tomorrow?

This was a really frightening but THRILLING ending to Lex’s point of view. Excellent work in summing up on WHY Lex is so determined to have Chloe tonight, AmazingApe. I really felt every one of his reasons and motivations rang true, and it was amazing to see the franticness of his thought-process as he desperately tried to being Chloe to a place where her brain would shut off, and he would be able to get what he wanted from her.

Heh, I can see he’s not given any consideration to cost and consequences… not only to Chloe (which is not surprising, why would be care about cost to her), but also to himself… He has not thought about what happens after he has her tonight… and then cannot ‘enjoy her’ ever again. I can’t wait to see what happens once the amazing, stunning, mind-blowing orgasms (for both of them) are over.

Please updates soon.

[lj715]

WOW, so hot! Excellent chapter! Interesting that Lex thinks he doesn;t need Chloe, that he wants her. Love it. More please.

[lilinny]

There's nothing better than two people denying their true feelings. A fantastic chapter. Update soon.

[TheAmazingApe]

Getting to the sex, in the current SV climate, is about the longest frakking climb ever. I mean, getting Lex there? No prob. He's all about the power. But Chloe, being all about truth and justice.... Well, it's tough.

Very tough.


PART 7

Orgasms.

They were great. She'd given herself plenty, sometimes even multiples with her hand and with.... well, devices. Supposedly innocent neck massagers, for instance. But there was something to be said for another hand... or mouth. She wasn't an idiot. She knew this was done. She'd just never been on the recieving end of it, herself. The idea was embarrassing, messy. How could anyone want to? But, from the first touch of his lips, all of that had gone out the window.

She could feel her pulse fluttering in forbidden places. And it was due to Lex Luthor. It was probably best not to think too deeply. If she did, she'd push him away. And what was the point of that now? She should have done that before his lips first touched her skin. She was screwed now, either way. Knowing this could have happened wasn't much better than knowing it did.

Perhaps it was best to enjoy the ride. Especially when it was so...

"Oh, my God..."

Of course. She might have known he'd know just what to do. Maybe she should be glad he'd probably had more women than she had shoes. It had taught him this. This being the kind of mouth and tongue action that put every experience she'd had, alone or accompanied, to shame. And why shouldn't she enjoy it?

She felt his hands grip her hip. She hissed slightly as one pressed on her recent bruise. He only dug in harder. She looked down. His eyes were boring into hers. She closed her eyes quickly, throwing her head back. It was a little too much and yet... Wasn't that half of why she was ready to come after only minutes? That it was him? Usually it took such a long time to relax enough, to let go enough to come. Here, there was no relaxation, only tension that coiled tighter and tighter inside her. And damned if she wasn't about to come this way, with every muscle clenched, every nerve screaming.

Her hands flew outward, knocking one glass off with a crash and sending another skittering to the edge. Her head hit the table. It might have hurt if any of her blood flowed up north. But it all seemed to gather in the place he licked, sucked... even scraped with his teeth.

Usually, she came with a sigh. She knew, even before it began building in her throat, that tonight she'd come with a scream. It was nearly frightening and her hands frantically scrambled outward, grabbing the first thing she touched. She brought his liquor-soaked coat to her face and let go, smelling his cologne, scotch, and expensive wool. Hearing her own cries, muffled slightly, as her insides clenched, her blood raced, her mind numbed...

She heard his low chuckle as she came to. Light assaulted her eyes as the coat moved from her face. She watched with bleary eyes as he used it to wipe his face, grimacing once as he sniffed the alcohol she'd poured on it. "Nice touch," he said, smirking.

"Back at you," she mumbled, wincing slightly when she realized she'd said it aloud. As if he needed to be more conceited.

He chuckled again and she felt a hand pulling at her blouse, running up under it, fingers sliding over her skin. "I was wrong about you," he said, leaning over her as she lay boneless on the table. "I thought you were wound up too tight, like a little schoolmarm. Probably couldn't come at all. But it's not you, is it?" His lips glanced over her jaw before moving to her mouth. "Nobody's ever touched you right," he said against her mouth.

God, she wished he would just shut the f*ck up. It was so much easier to enjoy the tingles racing all over her body if she could just forget they were caused by Lex.

"Not even Clark?" His lips moved to her neck. "I mean, I thought you two had at least..."

She found the wits to move one leg upward and plant her foot against his stomach. She pushed hard, sitting up as he stumbled backward. "Shut up," she growled. "I'm not an idiot, you know. I know exactly what this is. Same as your marriage to Lana." She pushed off the table. "You just want to play with Clark's things."

"Really?" His eyes narrowed. "Then how do I explain you? I mean, Clark's never even played with you, not even a little." He looked down. She did, too, seeing the state of her blouse. Only two buttons were hanging on. "Is he blind or just stupid?"

"He's neither," she spat, pulling her blouse closed. "Unlike you, he's too good to use someone for..."

"An orgasm?" Lex suggested, coming nearer again. "I guess he's unlike you, too. You hate me, Chloe. And yet you just came all over my face." He smiled, licking his lips. "Let's not pretend that was anything short of using. Half the reason you want to f*ck me right now is to punish Clark."

She felt an angry flush creeping up her neck. "You're sick. And I'm not..."

"Come on now, Chloe," he drawled. "I mean, aren't we at least past the idea that we aren't going to f*ck?" He reached for her blazer and she slapped at his hand. He grasped her hand, taking the other and bringing them behind her back. "You can worry about why you did it later. But I'll know that it's for every touch he never took, every time you put on one your low-cut tops and he didn't even..."

"Get off me."

"I wonder which name you'll scream when I'm inside you," he said, backing her towards the table again. "It would be flattering if it were mine, but I'm pretty sure you'll scream the same thing you do when you're alone, what you've probably almost screamed when you were with Olsen."

She struggled between him and the table. Only the table moved backward, screeching toward the sideboard as his hips pushed into hers. Even as her mind protested the things he said... She didn't resent Clark. She wanted him to be happy. She did... her body strained toward him, starved all these years. Because he was right about one thing. She hadn't been f*cked. There had only been Jimmy. And he'd made love to her with worshipping, grateful eyes. Lex was as far from loving her as anyone could get. And here she was, straining toward him. Why? Because he'd f*ck her... and for no other reason than he wanted to.

"I bet you're used to it, then," she hissed. "I mean, you married Lana, even when you knew she still..."

"Let's leave my ex out of this," he cut in, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Doesn't it f*cking piss you off, Chloe?" One hand moved from her wrist to her shoulder, pulling one side of the blazer down. "Wasting all this time on him. It should. He'll never see you for anything more than your mind." She shook as his hand cupped her breast. How could she really want this? Was he right? Did she want to punish Clark?

Had Lana? On a subconscious level, it would explain why Lana would be with this man. If she were to be honest with herself, something she tried to do as often as possible, then she'd admit that... Well, she could screw the Metropolis Sharks, all of them, and Clark wouldn't blink. But this man... He'd do more than blink. This man was the enemy. He wasn't just Clark's enemy. He was her enemy. After all he'd done to her, how could he be anything but?

Ethics, her mind whispered as his thumb brushed over her nipple. Pain. These should keep her from seeing this through. What he'd done to her, to her friends... But her body. The way he'd made her feel. It was intense, clutching, dark and sweet.

She swayed against him, not missing the satisfied smile that curled his lips. It was as if all of the romance novels she swore she didn't read were wrong. Maybe sex wasn't supposed to be a tender expression of deep feelings. She'd had tender sex and it had been... Well, it hadn't been this. This was far from tender and she was burning up at the thought of it.

"Sick," she whispered aloud as his thumb rubbed over her bra and the thin material of her blouse. "You're sick," she said through clenched teeth, holding his heavy-lidded stare. I'm sick. I must be...

"So you've said," he said, his fingers sliding to one of the buttons that still held on. "You and scores of therapists. But what about you, Chloe?" He deftly undid the button and her pulse raced.
Why couldn't he just stop f*cking talking? She needed to feel, not think, and he seemed intent on making this as hard as possible on her. Well, no more. If he wanted to play...

"You just love to hear your own voice, don't you?" She pushed him back slightly, letting her fingers curl into his chest. "You seem so focused on whose name drops from my lips. Has that happened?" She smiled. "On those nights with Lana, did she slip? I mean, exactly how many times did that C sound come out, only to be stopped, changed to something else?"

His eyes widened for a moment, before returning to that laziness that was more familiar. "This isn't about..."

"Come on, Lex, you want to talk, we'll talk." She pushed him further and he moved this time. "But why don't we talk about you. I mean, you think you've figured out why I might do this, but what about you? Is it just the challenge of getting someone who hates you into bed? Or is it getting something Clark didn't?"

"Don't you mean wouldn't?" he cut in.

"Or is it deeper than that?" she went on, ignoring him. "Because you feel I, like every woman you've ever touched, would hate myself for allowing it. And you know that. That's what you get off on. You think what you've done with 33.1, with Ares, with so-called freaks, is excusable, noble even. But it's not. You want to subdue and lord over everyone. It's not about helping. Its about power. But here's the thing," She moved away, shrugging off her blazer and dropping it to the floor. "Whatever you've done to me, you haven't changed me. I've been threatened by you, but I don't cower. Because I know someday I'll bring you all the way down. Hell, I've just been touched by you and I'm not curled up in the fetal position crying with self-loathing." She laughed. "Because I needed to come and you... you're just a warm body. You really have no power over me. I could f*ck you eight ways to Sunday without shedding a tear."

She undid the last button on her shirt and pushed it to her shoulders, letting it slide back the rest of the way down her arms and off her fingertips. His eyes followed it down, before moving up again, darting between her face and torso. "And maybe you're right," she said softly. "Maybe I do need a mindless f*ck and maybe you're just the one to give it to me. But I won't be grateful and I won't be sorry. Because you making me come..." She smiled. "You owe me that... and more. So that..." She nodded to the table. "That wasn't me surrendering to your power. That was you giving me something I'm owed. And we're not clear yet." Her hand moved to the side zip on her skirt. She pushed it down slightly and let it hang on her hips. He was still, silent, nearly expressionless. But his eyes, hard to read as they were, were running over her. "What's wrong? You all talk? Don't you want to come over here and pay me?" She tilted her head to the side and watched him, standing . He didn't move, didn't speak. She let out a low laugh. "Thought so."

She turned and moved toward the changing screen that served as a wall to her "room." She moved behind it and pulled her pyjamas from under her pillow. "That's the thing about you, Lex," she said through the screen. "Take away your power and you're just deflated. Poor little thing."

She only heard one creak of the floorboard, really. He must be good, because the next thing she knew, there was a hand on her breast, another on her stomach and a hardness that poked the small of her back. "Deflated?"

[tatie87]

Great chpater. I love the banter between these 2. I wish they'd get together for real on the show. It would burn the t.v. up.

[MelBee1985]

lol I don't think there is going to be an happy ending here. Sex, yes. Love? I'm curious to see about it ;)

[westwingwolf]

Yes Chloe didn't let Lex get to her and it probably turned him on more. Though I would like to hear what Lex tried to stop about Lana calling out Clark's name in bed. I wonder if she did. Then again, maybe Lana is frigid in bed just like Lex thought Chloe was going to be. They both need this right now and who cares if it has nothing to do with love, this is about passion and these two have it.

[letia84]

I must say this is turning out nicely. All the hate is making this rather HOT.

Part 6 all seemed like Lex was trying to talk him self out of being the only one that wanted to do this. Its all on Chloe and making Chloe think she has some deep seeded need to be with him. Yet he seemed to have a reason that he has yet to give away. I'm still not clear on why he showed up in the first place. Yes misery loves company yet why is Chloe that company he needs.

I'm glad Chloe got to get a word in on this one. Lex seems be trying to convince her that this is all about Clark. Why does everything have to be about Clark for Chloe. Maybe this about her getting what she needs and using Lex for that.

Lex keeps talking about Clark. Is this about Lex getting back at Clark again by sleeping with Chloe.

In all honesty I hope this power game they are playing is a cover up something else. All this hate sex has some deeper meaning. I can feel it.

All my ranting aside, great up date. By, by you are in the NC-17 thread if you want to say FUCK then say FUCK.

[lj715]

Another excent chapter. Very hot...love it! More please.

[SVfan1286]

That was amazing, Chloe kicked ass. She told him off and took whatever power he thought he had away, all the while stripping infront of him...the woman was simply awesome!

I love the back in forth, it so well written and extremely HOT! Now on with the hot and sweaty sex! *g*

Please update again soon!!!

[hfce]

Damn!! They didn't have sex and they were still hot! More please... :drool2:

[sinecure]

Still loving this story. This chapter was hot without any actual sex in it. Awesome job, that! I'm eagerly awaiting the next chapter!

[gecko]

amazing chap, even though they didn't have sex all the lead up and chloe's statements to lex whilst she undressed was amazing and then with lex sneaking up to her in the end, what a great lead up for the next chap. can't wait to read more, keep up the amazing work!

[somethingeasy]

Perhaps it was best to enjoy the ride. Especially when it was so...

"Oh, my God..."

Of course. She might have known he'd know just what to do. Maybe she should be glad he'd probably had more women than she had shoes. It had taught him this. This being the kind of mouth and tongue action that put every experience she'd had, alone or accompanied, to shame. And why shouldn't she enjoy it?

YAY! New chapter! I am so pleased to see this fic has been resumed after its little break. I loved how the new chapter started with Chloe’s mind whirling and chaotic. The way her mind kept jumping back and forth between finding the strength to push Lex away, and trying to justify just laying back and ‘enjoying’ herself, ignoring who was giving her all this unbelievable pleasure. Heh, and she even spared a backhand compliment to Lex about how all his days of being a man-sl*t has come in useful for SOMETHING, LOL! She should have really said that out loud to him, LOL!


She felt his hands grip her hip. She hissed slightly as one pressed on her recent bruise. He only dug in harder. She looked down. His eyes were boring into hers. She closed her eyes quickly, throwing her head back. It was a little too much and yet... Wasn't that half of why she was ready to come after only minutes? That it was him? Usually it took such a long time to relax enough, to let go enough to come. Here, there was no relaxation, only tension that coiled tighter and tighter inside her. And damned if she wasn't about to come this way, with every muscle clenched, every nerve screaming.

Her hands flew outward, knocking one glass off with a crash and sending another skittering to the edge. Her head hit the table. It might have hurt if any of her blood flowed up north. But it all seemed to gather in the place he licked, sucked... even scraped with his teeth.

Damn, that was unbelievably hot! I can see why she would find it relatively easy to shove aside the warnings that her mind was screaming at her. She’s NEVER had her body serviced this way, and all those years of too much attention to her intellect an neglect to her libido is finally catching up her her. Her body wants attention too, darnit!


She heard his low chuckle as she came to. Light assaulted her eyes as the coat moved from her face. She watched with bleary eyes as he used it to wipe his face, grimacing once as he sniffed the alcohol she'd poured on it. "Nice touch," he said, smirking.

"Back at you," she mumbled, wincing slightly when she realized she'd said it aloud. As if he needed to be more conceited.

He chuckled again and she felt a hand pulling at her blouse, running up under it, fingers sliding over her skin. "I was wrong about you," he said, leaning over her as she lay boneless on the table. "I thought you were wound up too tight, like a little schoolmarm. Probably couldn't come at all. But it's not you, is it?" His lips glanced over her jaw before moving to her mouth. "Nobody's ever touched you right," he said against her mouth.

I know that Lex is feeling mostly a smug and malicious kind of satisfaction over here (the b*stard!), but I ALSO think that he was genuinely impressed by the power and natural ferocity of Chloe’s orgasm. Or perhaps that’s just wishful thinking from me? Part of my hope that Chloe is going to set an impossible standard for Lex to find in ANY other woman after her? Also, hot, Hot, HOT!!!


She found the wits to move one leg upward and plant her foot against his stomach. She pushed hard, sitting up as he stumbled backward. "Shut up," she growled. "I'm not an idiot, you know. I know exactly what this is. Same as your marriage to Lana." She pushed off the table. "You just want to play with Clark's things."

Heh, no kidding! Talk about stating the obvious… Chloe would have been an idiotfor not realizing this (which she’s definitely not… hmm, but it only makes it all the more pathetic that Lana fell for this ploy so easily… Idiot girl!). Despite the obviousness of the statement, it was good to bring this out in the open to make it clear that there are no delusions happening here.


"He's neither," she spat, pulling her blouse closed. "Unlike you, he's too good to use someone for..."

"An orgasm?" Lex suggested, coming nearer again. "I guess he's unlike you, too. You hate me, Chloe. And yet you just came all over my face." He smiled, licking his lips. "Let's not pretend that was anything short of using. Half the reason you want to f*ck me right now is to punish Clark."

She felt an angry flush creeping up her neck. "You're sick. And I'm not..."

"Come on now, Chloe," he drawled. "I mean, aren't we at least past the idea that we aren't going to f*ck?" He reached for her blazer and she slapped at his hand. He grasped her hand, taking the other and bringing them behind her back. "You can worry about why you did it later. But I'll know that it's for every touch he never took, every time you put on one your low-cut tops and he didn't even..."

Oooh, now THAT was quite an interesting statement from Chloe, and I can see there ‘might’ even have been some truth to this statement. Certainly Chloe has plenty of reason to feel resentment towards Clark for the way he keeps stringing her along, giving her just a ‘little’ bit of hope that she’s ‘something special’ to him, only to misuse and take her for granted, time and TIME again. Lex is quite a clever strategist for bringing in this very interesting tactic to use against Chloe, JUST as she was getting into her standard ‘Yay, Clark! Best guy in the whole world!’ spiel.


"I wonder which name you'll scream when I'm inside you," he said, backing her towards the table again. "It would be flattering if it were mine, but I'm pretty sure you'll scream the same thing you do when you're alone, what you've probably almost screamed when you were with Olsen."

It was pretty disturbing how Lex is playing that the two of them f*cking is a foregone decision now… As if telling Chloe that it’s a ‘done deal’ and she might as well accept the situation with as much grace and resignation as possible. Disturbing, but also HOT! I love seeing Lex when he’s being a Dark, Plotting, Manipulative Mastermind, LOL!


She struggled between him and the table. Only the table moved backward, screeching toward the sideboard as his hips pushed into hers. Even as her mind protested the things he said... She didn't resent Clark. She wanted him to be happy. She did... her body strained toward him, starved all these years. Because he was right about one thing. She hadn't been f*cked. There had only been Jimmy. And he'd made love to her with worshipping, grateful eyes. Lex was as far from loving her as anyone could get. And here she was, straining toward him. Why? Because he'd f*ck her... and for no other reason than he wanted to.

Interesting! Lex scored quite a hit on her. She’s honestly disconcerted and confused about whether he might be right in his cold, cruel assessment of her motivations. Fight back, Chloe! Hit him back where it hurts!!!


"I bet you're used to it, then," she hissed. "I mean, you married Lana, even when you knew she still..."

"Let's leave my ex out of this," he cut in, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Doesn't it f*cking piss you off, Chloe?" One hand moved from her wrist to her shoulder, pulling one side of the blazer down. "Wasting all this time on him. It should. He'll never see you for anything more than your mind." She shook as his hand cupped her breast. How could she really want this? Was he right? Did she want to punish Clark?

Heeee :D Excellent! Chloe regaining her momentum, now striking back at Lex. I loved how she started on the right track to hurt him, only to have him try to divert her attention, LOL! It’s proof that she knows where it’s going to hurt him. Go in swinging, Chloe!


Had Lana? On a subconscious level, it would explain why Lana would be with this man. If she were to be honest with herself, something she tried to do as often as possible, then she'd admit that... Well, she could screw the Metropolis Sharks, all of them, and Clark wouldn't blink. But this man... He'd do more than blink. This man was the enemy. He wasn't just Clark's enemy. He was her enemy. After all he'd done to her, how could he be anything but?

Pffft! Well DUH! Of course Lana went after Lex with the sole purpose of hurting Clark (although I imagine all the power and money that went with being Mrs. Lana Luthor didn’t hurt the deal either). Lana broke up with Clark, and immediately went after the ONE person that she knew Clark would never be able to accept as a ‘replacement’ for himself. It was a cold-hearted, callous way of keeping Clark’s attention as well as hurting him.

Hmmm, it’s going to be interesting to find out how Clark reacts when he finds out that Chloe f*cked Lex too. And I have no doubt that Lex is going to make SURE that Clark finds out.


She swayed against him, not missing the satisfied smile that curled his lips. It was as if all of the romance novels she swore she didn't read were wrong. Maybe sex wasn't supposed to be a tender expression of deep feelings. She'd had tender sex and it had been... Well, it hadn't been this. This was far from tender and she was burning up at the thought of it.

"Sick," she whispered aloud as his thumb rubbed over her bra and the thin material of her blouse. "You're sick," she said through clenched teeth, holding his heavy-lidded stare. I'm sick. I must be...

"So you've said," he said, his fingers sliding to one of the buttons that still held on. "You and scores of therapists. But what about you, Chloe?" He deftly undid the button and her pulse raced.

This part scared me a ‘little’ bit, because it seemed like Lex had succeeded in getting under Chloe’s skin, shaking her confidence in herself, and actually making her believe that she was no better than Lex Luthor. That he was sick, but she was also sick for allowing herself to be dragged down to his level. Heh, and he really wouldn’t have minded being called ‘sick’… in fact, he seemed to revel on how he was a social outcast by all standards, and he was feeling such glee at bringing Chloe down to see what it’s like at HIS level of being. He is a seriously scary guy! (but damn, he’s HOT!).


Why couldn't he just stop f*cking talking? She needed to feel, not think, and he seemed intent on making this as hard as possible on her. Well, no more. If he wanted to play...

"You just love to hear your own voice, don't you?" She pushed him back slightly, letting her fingers curl into his chest. "You seem so focused on whose name drops from my lips. Has that happened?" She smiled. "On those nights with Lana, did she slip? I mean, exactly how many times did that C sound come out, only to be stopped, changed to something else?"

His eyes widened for a moment, before returning to that laziness that was more familiar. "This isn't about..."

"Come on, Lex, you want to talk, we'll talk." She pushed him further and he moved this time. "But why don't we talk about you. I mean, you think you've figured out why I might do this, but what about you? Is it just the challenge of getting someone who hates you into bed? Or is it getting something Clark didn't?"

"Don't you mean wouldn't?" he cut in.

Squeeee :D Chloe was down for a moment, but she’s up and ready to fight as ferociously as only she is able. LOVED this part where she was regaining her momentum, and Lex immediately tried to cut her off and derail her… LOL, not that it worked, LOL! Prepare to lose, Lex!


"Or is it deeper than that?" she went on, ignoring him. "Because you feel I, like every woman you've ever touched, would hate myself for allowing it. And you know that. That's what you get off on. You think what you've done with 33.1, with Ares, with so-called freaks, is excusable, noble even. But it's not. You want to subdue and lord over everyone. It's not about helping. Its about power. But here's the thing," She moved away, shrugging off her blazer and dropping it to the floor. "Whatever you've done to me, you haven't changed me. I've been threatened by you, but I don't cower. Because I know someday I'll bring you all the way down. Hell, I've just been touched by you and I'm not curled up in the fetal position crying with self-loathing." She laughed. "Because I needed to come and you... you're just a warm body. You really have no power over me. I could f*ck you eight ways to Sunday without shedding a tear."

She undid the last button on her shirt and pushed it to her shoulders, letting it slide back the rest of the way down her arms and off her fingertips. His eyes followed it down, before moving up again, darting between her face and torso. "And maybe you're right," she said softly. "Maybe I do need a mindless f*ck and maybe you're just the one to give it to me. But I won't be grateful and I won't be sorry. Because you making me come..." She smiled. "You owe me that... and more. So that..." She nodded to the table. "That wasn't me surrendering to your power. That was you giving me something I'm owed. And we're not clear yet." Her hand moved to the side zip on her skirt. She pushed it down slightly and let it hang on her hips. He was still, silent, nearly expressionless. But his eyes, hard to read as they were, were running over her. "What's wrong? You all talk? Don't you want to come over here and pay me?" She tilted her head to the side and watched him, standing . He didn't move, didn't speak. She let out a low laugh. "Thought so."

Oh my dear god in heaven! I am in absolute AWE of Chloe. I’m ready to fall to my knees and worship her as a deity! This was a brilliant turnaround, AmazingApe… and I can see why it might have taken a little bit of extra time to get this speech perfect. THIS was the moment where Chloe acclaimed her victory from the jaws of defeat. She pinpointed EXACTLY what Lex was after, and told him that nothing he does is going to give him what he wants from her… power and victory! Because he can nothing from Chloe that she’s not willing to give to him, and none of his trickery is going to manipulate Chloe into surrendering her sense of self-assurance to him, no matter how smooth he is. Beautifully written!


She turned and moved toward the changing screen that served as a wall to her "room." She moved behind it and pulled her pyjamas from under her pillow. "That's the thing about you, Lex," she said through the screen. "Take away your power and you're just deflated. Poor little thing."

She only heard one creak of the floorboard, really. He must be good, because the next thing she knew, there was a hand on her breast, another on her stomach and a hardness that poked the small of her back. "Deflated?"

Heh, Chloe managed to score off quite a few points, and I think she even won over here, which was an amazing accomplishment considering how Lex had manipulated her into a situation where all the odds were stacked against her. But Lex is not going to stay ‘down’ for long (*groan* I know, I know… my punny bad! LOL)

Heh, I can’t wait to see what kind of a move Lex is going to pull next… Now we’re going to get to the serious hate-smut. I can’t wait to see how it goes. Please update soon.

[crazydeaf]

so good story so far need to be updated soon!! smile

[crazydeaf]

update!! dying for smut hot stuff between Chlex

[starmoon]

more please write more i can't wait for the next chapter. this story is so sexy i just love it.

[lilinny]

It's like watching two trains heading for a collision and I can't wait till it happens. Fantastic chapter.

[pisquenta]

I want 3 updates a Steamy Chlex for Xmas this year, Santa

[starmoon]

more please write more i can't wait for the next update.

[pisquenta]

Makes me so happy to have followed you all the way to Kryptonsite forums..because now I read the next chapter and I'm still horny

[jem]

Makes me so happy to have followed you all the way to Kryptonsite forums..because now I read the next chapter and I'm still horny


hahah followed you to kryptonsite to read the next chappie too!

its soo good.... pleeease amazingape post some more chapters here too!!!!

[TheAmazingApe]

Sorry about the hiatus. It's hard to get in the fic mood when it's all money, shopping, money, and darned visitors... Ah, Christmas... Anyway...

Sorry about all the censored fucks before. But, where I originally posted this, they don't allow the naughty words so much. Will endeavor to de-censor all naughty words in the future.

Onward...

PART 8

Lex spread his fingers wider across her stomach and pulled her back harder.

"No," she growled, her hands pulling at his arms. He held tighter, a little too attached to the feel of her. "This is over. I win."

"This isn't about winning and losing anymore," he hissed in her ear.

"Then what is it?"

"Damned if I know," he breathed, letting his lips graze the back of her neck. But something had changed the minute she took off her blouse. It was a message. But what did it mean? "What did you think? That your little speech would send me rushing off with my tail between my legs? Why?" He turned her around to face him. "Because you pointed out that I wanted power? That sex is just that -- a struggle for power?" He smiled. "I know these things." He'd always known them. Every woman he'd slept with, he'd held the power. The investors' daughters, the endless, nameless women at clubs and parties, Desiree, Helen, too, though he hadn't realized it at the time... "Every woman I've touched... they all wanted something from me: the Luthor name and money." He had the power there. Sex was almost a bargaining tool, though they all lost in the end. "But what do you want?"

Her eyes were steady on his. "I want nothing from you." She pulled backward, but he held tight.

He shook his head. "That's not true. You want something. Do you want to cozy up, get me to confide? Is that it?"

"Jesus Christ!" She pulled away and fell backward, landing on the bed before quickly righting herself. "I could say the exact same thing about you. Why did you start this when we can't..."

"We can," he said, dead serious. "You can't just stuff the worms back into the can, Chloe. It doesn't work that way. But that leaves the question... Why would you? I mean, I know why I would."

"Really? Enlighten me." She crossed her arms. "Because the whys of this entire night are beyond me. Why would you?"

"Because..." You came for me, his mind finished, though he couldn't quite get out the words. It wasn't quite it. He'd made them come before. But he was never quite sure if it was for real. Well, it was real, but all those women with their nails raking up his back and their God, Lex! Yes, Lex! He was never sure if it was him or his money, his name. But he knew it wasn't money with Chloe. And she'd probably suicide bomb the Planet before taking the Luthor name. She came when coming was the last thing she wanted, but the one thing she needed.

Or maybe it was because of the one thing they had in common. However ethical her approach might be, as compared to his, the both of them had a tendency to not get what they want. And maybe that was why he wanted her, because of that common ground. And it could just be sex, two bodies getting what they need. And it wouldn't be tied up with expectations, with love. Like Lana...

Or maybe he wanted Chloe the way he'd wanted Lana. Something he shouldn't have, didn't deserve, but that he could get, if he just tried harder... Whatever Chloe said, his marriage to Lana hadn't been all about Clark... Of course, the way all lives intersected here, everything was just a little bit about Clark. But his marriage had been about Lana. So untouchable. How slowly she'd opened up only to shut down again. His honeymoon had been cold, comfortless. After, he'd only got her tacit acceptance of him in bed, a nod to their union, nothing more. He'd known something had changed. He was good at detecting change, subtle undercurrents that shifted in a moment.

Like now. Her upper body leaned away from him, but the lower... It was straining to him. So maybe her little speech hadn't been about chasing him away. Maybe she wanted him to call her bluff. Maybe it had been a message. She didn't have to be drunk on alcohol or lulled by orgasms to do this. She wanted this regardless. She wanted this, as wrong as it was.

Sex. Was it really just that? She wanted sex, but not because it would yield rewards. They both knew there wouldn't be good fruits from this night no matter what. She wanted sex because she needed to come. How novel.

"Does why really matter?" he said, almost to himself. "I want you." And he shouldn't. It should have been enough that he'd made her come, that he could hold it over her the next time she came at him with snarky accusations. But it wasn't enough, not nearly. "If we don't do this we'll always wonder, you know."

She released a shaky breath that tried to pass itself off as a laugh. "Wonder what? How the hell we even got to..."

"How good it might have been." He reached forward, ignoring her slight jump as he ran a finger lightly over her stomach... circling. "Sex with someone you care about is great, but with one problem--that you care about them at all. You care how they feel, you care what they think. You want to make sure it's good so they'll do it again, so you can feel that connection." He knew. He'd been there. It didn't pay off. "But sex with someone you don't love, don't care about," he smiled, "would probably do a jig if the earth swallowed them whole..." He let his finger trace the dip of her waist. "It's freedom. Freedom to take what you want, do what you want, because... You don't care if it happens again, don't even want it to."

He searched her eyes. They were steady yet slightly wild, flicking almost imperceptibly back and forth from him to anywhere else. Her breathing was shallow, shaky...

"If you want to send me away, you could push me now," he said softly. "Say no. Because, even if you make this about me owing you, I still..." He reached for her shoulders. She didn't flinch. "I still want this." The way her skin felt, the creamy expanse of her stomach, and, dear God, he needed to see her nipples. "I want this any way I can get it." It was true. Right about now, his money and power didn't matter. He was just a guy with a hard c*ck. The rest of him was just subordinate to that condition.

"So you..." She swallowed. "You admit it."

His eyes narrowed. Was that the game now? Did she just want him to admit to wanting her? Would she send him away then? He felt her shivering slightly under his hands. She wouldn't. He was nearly sure of it. "Don't you?" Wouldn't it be fan-fucking-tastic if she'd admit it, too. Out loud. Just say it.

She didn't answer, though. What she did do might have been surprising an hour ago. But things between them had surpassed surprising since then. Now, when she pulled him by the lapels, smashing her lips almost roughly to his, it wasn't a surprise. It was a f*cking revelation.

And he'd take it. What did it matter if she said the words, really? As long as it happened.

She pulled away, her eyes lazy, her lips wet. "Just this once," she breathed.

"If you say so," he said, diving for her mouth again.


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It was so wrong, so disgustingly, beautifully wrong. But she really didn't care at the moment. Just knowing somebody, anybody, wanted her... And it wasn't for research and it wasn't full of demands that she love them and only them. It was just for the moment.

She pulled at his shirt front, waiting for it to give. She'd always wanted to rip a dress shirt open. Now, she could. Because it didn't matter what he thought of her. Their opinions of each other, honestly, couldn't get much worse. She pulled harder, smiling against his mouth when it gave.

He pulled away, looking down at his shirt. "Do you even know what that..."

"Shut up," she growled, pulling it out of his pants, jerking it down his arms.

He pulled away, putting a foot between them and working at his cuffs. "The shirt, I can take, but these cufflinks..." He trailed off, still working at them.

She watched him, wondering at the freedom of this. There were a million reasons not to have sex with your enemy, but one very good one that trumped them all: freedom. he was right about that. She could say and do anything and it didn't matter. She didn't give a flying f*ck what he thought of her and it was just so freeing. All these years, she'd had to be so good for so many people.

For her father... Any sign of rebellion and he'd look at her as if she'd snap, like her mother.

And for Clark... always understanding, always ready to drop anything.

With Jimmy.... Always reassuring, always trying ot be so sweet, propping him up.

For Lois... Seeing her virtually stumble into the things Chloe strove for, gritting her teeth as she smiled.

And Lana... Always supportive of every bad decision, so ready to look past those tiny betrayals... until now, at least.

That was the thing about Lex. She'd said things to him that, had she said them to someone she truly cared about, where tomorrow actually mattered... Well, she'd be mortified, ashamed.

But with him... He could think what he wanted, do what he would. She just didn't care. She didn't have to be or do anything special, not for him. Not tonight. It was heaven... or hell. She couldn't tell which and, once again, she didn't care. "Are you done yet?"

He looked up, lifting an eyebrow. "Are you that anxious? Is this an admission?" His cufflinks fell to her nitghtstand with a dull clink.

"Not at all." She let her arms drift behind her, reaching up to the clasp of her bra. "But I really am pressed for time. I definitely want you out of here before Lois..."

"Oh, the shame." He cut in as he pulled his undershirt over his head. "Could you just imagine if she found me here?"

"I'd just tell her I was drunk, you know." She let her bra slide down her arms. "You took advantage of me."

"You aren't drunk anym..." His words faded to breath as he stared at her.

He wasn't the only one noticing. He was nearly as toned as Clark, who achieved his physique with no effort whatsoever. Of course, Lex probably had trainers that worked him over for hours. He must pay them well.

"I know your financial situation, but..." His eyes lifted to hers, then fell to her breasts again. "Are you sure those are all..."

"Oh, would you just shut up?" she groaned. She moved toward him, pushing her skirt slightly, letting it slide the rest of the way down. She was not always confident in her body. She thought her hips were too wide, her ankles thick, her hands rough and unfeminine, but her breasts... She knew that they, while not the largest ever, were damn near perfect when unclothed. And she basked in it. He'd probably seen breasts that were a surgical work of art. To see Lex Luthor gaping at hers?

Well, it was heady, to say the least.

"Fucking beautiful tits," he said, nearly reverently.

"Do you want to touch them?" she asked, stopping in front of him. She wanted to grant her body to him like a boon. Just because he wanted it.

"You know I do."

"Go on, then." He looked wary, like it might be a trick. "No more tricks," she said steadily. "No more games. This happens."

He stepped forward, staring her up and down, reached a hand toward her...

"Wait."

He stepped back, nodding. "I knew it. What do you want to do now? Analyze this moment, as in why I reached with my left when..."

"Oh, please!" She rolled her eyes. "If anyone wants to talk out every second, it's you. I've only told you to shut up twenty times and you keep..."

"Fine," he growled. "For once, I talk more than you do. Now what?"

She glared, but let the "for once" slide, even though she knew that Lex probably loved nothing more than the sound of his own voice pontificating. "We don't talk about this, neither of us."

"Like I'd want anyone to know."

"Like I would," she shot back. "But that's obvious." She crossed her arms over her breasts, noting his faint look of disappointment. "I know you, Lex. When something's not going your way, you sink low. I just want to know that the next time we're at laggerheads, you won't decide to pull out the I f*cked you card to make this some kind of sick victory for you when this is just a mutual..."

"You think I'd do that?" His eyes were wide, but she knew an act when she saw one.

"I know you would. So say you won't."

His eyes returned to their normal state of half-masted boredom. "Fine. I won't."

"Promise me."

She saw his fists clench slightly. "I promise."

"Swear on your mother's..."

"Jesus, chloe just..." He didn't finish, just grasped her arms and pushed. Her back hit the bed and he followed her down, pulling her arms away from her breasts. "I promised, okay? Never had to work so hard just to get to god damned second base."

She really didn't have anything to say to that, considering he said it all against her breast and the sparks that flew all over her were a little distracting for thought, let alone words. It didn't usually feel so good. She'd thought of her breasts as an amusing plaything for Jimmy, but never something that could make her so... "Mmmph!" Was he actually... licking the underside? She let out a gasp. That was new. He'd probably learned that from one of his many...

She squeezed her eyes shut. she really had to stop comparing him to Jimmy and comparing herself to scores of surgically enhanced debutantes. It only spoiled the sensations.

And there were many. Such as the way his hand kneaded her right breast, thumbing her nipple, while lips, teeth and tongue worked at the left. Her hips rose off the bed without any permission from her.

He started kissing his way downward, but she stopped him, sitting up. They'd already been there once. She knew what happened. She came, he got smug, it got annoying, and they fought. And, for once in her life, she didn't want to fight with Lex Luthor. "Stop."

She pulled upward and he stood, one knee on the bed. "What? Sobering up already?" He stood all the way. "Of course, you never do see things through, so I guess I'm not..."

"God, do you ever shut up?" He started slightly as she pulled at his belt. "I'm considering not seeing things through if I hear one more complete sentence from you." She pulled his belt from the buckle and moved to his button and zipper. She looked up. "Want to get anything else off your chest?"

He closed his mouth and shook his head.

She pushed his slacks down past the boxers that probably cost more than her entire ensemble, now crumpled in various places on the floor. She took a deep breath. "Good."

TBC

[westwingwolf]

Glad that Lex didn't back down. So they both want each other and don't care if it's wrong, they seem to be geared up for some very passionate angry sex if they can both shut up for some time to let it happen. But I wouldn't expect anything less from these two then wanting to keeping vocalizing as much as they can during sex. I'm so happy that Chloe knew exactly what Lex was up to and got him to swore not to mention the sex again, but that doesn't mean that they both will forget about it once it's over. Hopefully, if they ever get to the sex, they'll see that there is no harm in being enemies with benefits.

[lj715]

Another excellent chapter. You really have to update in the title because I keep missing all your great updates. More please.

[hfce]

Another excellent chapter. You really have to update in the title because I keep missing all your great updates. More please.

I second that you need to update your title. I almost missed this good God hot chapter. They are so going to do it again after this round. :drool2:

[crazydeaf]

Wow! Another excellent update. Can't wait for the next chap. Keep up good work:drool2:

[somethingeasy]

"No," she growled, her hands pulling at his arms. He held tighter, a little too attached to the feel of her. "This is over. I win."

LOL! it was a stunning blow that Chloe landed in the last chapter, and it probably would have sent ANY other man running off to lick his wounds in pathetic self-pitying privacy… but Lex is not most men, he’s had a lifetime of learning how to take verbal abuse in stride, and be able to jump right back up fighting.


"This isn't about winning and losing anymore," he hissed in her ear.

"Then what is it?"

"Damned if I know," he breathed, letting his lips graze the back of her neck. But something had changed the minute she took off her blouse. It was a message. But what did it mean? "What did you think? That your little speech would send me rushing off with my tail between my legs? Why?" He turned her around to face him. "Because you pointed out that I wanted power? That sex is just that -- a struggle for power?" He smiled. "I know these things." He'd always known them. Every woman he'd slept with, he'd held the power. The investors' daughters, the endless, nameless women at clubs and parties, Desiree, Helen, too, though he hadn't realized it at the time... "Every woman I've touched... they all wanted something from me: the Luthor name and money." He had the power there. Sex was almost a bargaining tool, though they all lost in the end. "But what do you want?"

I LOVED this part. I loved how Lex diminished Chloe’s nasty verbal insults simply by acknowledging that everything she said was true, and that he just didn’t care. It was also so fascinating that the main reason why Lex wants Chloe is because, unlike every other woman he’s ever slept with, she’s a complete mystery to him… The one thing that Lex has NEVER been able to resist is to throw himself into solving a puzzle, and he’s hoping that sex with Chloe will help him understand her motivations a ‘little’ bit better.

Heh, perhaps it will, perhaps not… but it will be interesting to see what they both get out of this encounter when it’s over.


Her eyes were steady on his. "I want nothing from you." She pulled backward, but he held tight.

He shook his head. "That's not true. You want something. Do you want to cozy up, get me to confide? Is that it?"

LOL! I could really FEEL the desperation in his inquiries over here. He really, truly needed to know WHY Chloe wanted him, and what she expected from him. It’s so cool seeing Lex flustered and desperate like this… he’s throwing himself into a trap of his own making, because I think he’s only going to end up more desperate for and obsessed with Chloe than ever before at the end of this sexual play.


"Because..." You came for me, his mind finished, though he couldn't quite get out the words. It wasn't quite it. He'd made them come before. But he was never quite sure if it was for real. Well, it was real, but all those women with their nails raking up his back and their God, Lex! Yes, Lex! He was never sure if it was him or his money, his name. But he knew it wasn't money with Chloe. And she'd probably suicide bomb the Planet before taking the Luthor name. She came when coming was the last thing she wanted, but the one thing she needed.

I loved this part. On top of the intense curiosity that’s driving Lex, we must not forget that he is enthralled by the beautiful, intense, passionate, real and natural reaction he got from Chloe as he stimulated her into orgasm. I don’t think Lex has ever had the pleasure of a ‘real woman’ before… just a bunch of greedy, cold social climbers who always had an element of falseness in all their interactions with Lex. LOL! I mentioned how Lex is trapping himself? He’s NEVER going to be able to be with another woman without finding her lacking as compared to Chloe EVER again. She’s going to become his impossible standard, LOL… and it’s going to be SO much fun to watch him suffer because he can’t ‘have her’ again.


Or maybe he wanted Chloe the way he'd wanted Lana. Something he shouldn't have, didn't deserve, but that he could get, if he just tried harder... Whatever Chloe said, his marriage to Lana hadn't been all about Clark... Of course, the way all lives intersected here, everything was just a little bit about Clark. But his marriage had been about Lana. So untouchable. How slowly she'd opened up only to shut down again. His honeymoon had been cold, comfortless. After, he'd only got her tacit acceptance of him in bed, a nod to their union, nothing more. He'd known something had changed. He was good at detecting change, subtle undercurrents that shifted in a moment.

heh, this was VERY interesting, and it only serves to illustrates the theme that I’m picking up from AmazingApe… Lex is his own worst enemy… he constantly keeps screwing himself over in the worst way possible, especially when it comes to managing his personal life. He got obsessed with and bonded himself with this ‘ideal picture’ of Lana, only to find out it was all a ridiculous, pathetic façade… and not he’s trapping himself into an obsession with Chloe, and he can’t even see what he’s doing! LOL! For such a brilliant guy, he can be quite a moron.


Sex. Was it really just that? She wanted sex, but not because it would yield rewards. They both knew there wouldn't be good fruits from this night no matter what. She wanted sex because she needed to come. How novel.

heh, novel indeed! I think that 99% of the time LEX has had sex was just because he wanted to ‘get off’. He didn’t care about the majority of the women he slept with… he only wanted a pretty, warm body to pound into at night, and forget about the next morning. The b*stard!

Hmmm, it ‘might’ actually please him to know that Chloe is taking a similar attitude towards sex…?


"How good it might have been." He reached forward, ignoring her slight jump as he ran a finger lightly over her stomach... circling. "Sex with someone you care about is great, but with one problem--that you care about them at all. You care how they feel, you care what they think. You want to make sure it's good so they'll do it again, so you can feel that connection." He knew. He'd been there. It didn't pay off. "But sex with someone you don't love, don't care about," he smiled, "would probably do a jig if the earth swallowed them whole..." He let his finger trace the dip of her waist. "It's freedom. Freedom to take what you want, do what you want, because... You don't care if it happens again, don't even want it to."

heh, Lex is making a very convincing case over here, but I think the reason why he’s making such a impassioned, convincing case is because he’s trying to figure out his own reasons and persuade himself as well as Chloe.


"If you want to send me away, you could push me now," he said softly. "Say no. Because, even if you make this about me owing you, I still..." He reached for her shoulders. She didn't flinch. "I still want this." The way her skin felt, the creamy expanse of her stomach, and, dear God, he needed to see her nipples. "I want this any way I can get it." It was true. Right about now, his money and power didn't matter. He was just a guy with a hard c*ck. The rest of him was just subordinate to that condition.

"So you..." She swallowed. "You admit it."

His eyes narrowed. Was that the game now? Did she just want him to admit to wanting her? Would she send him away then? He felt her shivering slightly under his hands. She wouldn't. He was nearly sure of it. "Don't you?" Wouldn't it be fan-f*cking-tastic if she'd admit it, too. Out loud. Just say it.

Loved this part! I loved the way that Lex is going literally crazy out of his mind to have sex with Chloe… to see her naked, touch her, taste her and lose himself in her. He’s obsessed already and he’s barely started. LOL! Does he believe this to be an ‘itch’ that he can scratch and satisfy to make it disappear? Poor fool, LOL! I enjoyed how he really wants Chloe to admit to the same level of desperation as he himself feels.


She pulled away, her eyes lazy, her lips wet. "Just this once," she breathed.

"If you say so," he said, diving for her mouth again.

LOL! Just this once, huh? I liked Lex’s reply to that… Perhaps there will be opportunities for a repeat performance later? OR I’ll settle for Lex begging for repeats later :D


It was so wrong, so disgustingly, beautifully wrong. But she really didn't care at the moment. Just knowing somebody, anybody, wanted her... And it wasn't for research and it wasn't full of demands that she love them and only them. It was just for the moment.

The difference between their motivations for sex has already placed Chloe in a position of power, even if neither of them is aware of it. Lex wants CHLOE, granted, he wants her for twisted reasons, but he still wants her specifically… while Chloe just wants ‘someone anyone’ who would treat her as beautiful, desirable and irresistible. She might as well be having sex with a stranger for her attitude towards Lex.

"Shut up," she growled, pulling it out of his pants, jerking it down his arms.


For her father... Any sign of rebellion and he'd look at her as if she'd snap, like her mother.

And for Clark... always understanding, always ready to drop anything.

With Jimmy.... Always reassuring, always trying ot be so sweet, propping him up.

For Lois... Seeing her virtually stumble into the things Chloe strove for, gritting her teeth as she smiled.

And Lana... Always supportive of every bad decision, so ready to look past those tiny betrayals... until now, at least.

That was the thing about Lex. She'd said things to him that, had she said them to someone she truly cared about, where tomorrow actually mattered... Well, she'd be mortified, ashamed.

But with him... He could think what he wanted, do what he would. She just didn't care. She didn't have to be or do anything special, not for him. Not tonight. It was heaven... or hell. She couldn't tell which and, once again, she didn't care. "Are you done yet?"

I really enjoyed this description about how Chloe is indulging her ‘inner bad girl’ just this ONE time without stressing about the consequences afterwards. It’s all true too! Chloe has always been on edge controlling herself from snapping at everyone whenever they got too demanding, needy or just annoying. Chloe never learned how to be selfish, not even a ‘good amount’ selfishness where she takes care of herself as well as others. But this ONE time, it was fantastic seeing how she was taking care of herself at the expense of another person… because she just didn’t give a damn about what this person wanted, thought or felt.

You GO, Chloe! Use that Luthor sex-toy to your heart’s delight, and then throw it out, LOL! (and I’ll be rummaging through her garbage the next morning, LOL)


"Oh, the shame." He cut in as he pulled his undershirt over his head. "Could you just imagine if she found me here?"

"I'd just tell her I was drunk, you know." She let her bra slide down her arms. "You took advantage of me."

ROTFLMAO! Chloe is awesome! She might not show it often, but she has a very cruel, ruthless streak in her, and she would have absolutely no problem in throwing Lex to wolves to save herself… even if it involved lying and painting him as a target unfairly, LOL! Chloe is one REALLY scary opponent, and Lex is a fool for not being more terrified of her.


He wasn't the only one noticing. He was nearly as toned as Clark, who achieved his physique with no effort whatsoever. Of course, Lex probably had trainers that worked him over for hours. He must pay them well.

"I know your financial situation, but..." His eyes lifted to hers, then fell to her breasts again. "Are you sure those are all..."

ROTFLMAO! I loved this! It was wrapped in a snide, suspicious, sarcastic tone… but this was a genuine heartfelt compliment from Lex. And Chloe took it as one, LOL! Brillaint!


"Oh, would you just shut up?" she groaned. She moved toward him, pushing her skirt slightly, letting it slide the rest of the way down. She was not always confident in her body. She thought her hips were too wide, her ankles thick, her hands rough and unfeminine, but her breasts... She knew that they, while not the largest ever, were damn near perfect when unclothed. And she basked in it. He'd probably seen breasts that were a surgical work of art. To see Lex Luthor gaping at hers?

Well, it was heady, to say the least.

"F*cking beautiful tits," he said, nearly reverently.

"Do you want to touch them?" she asked, stopping in front of him. She wanted to grant her body to him like a boon. Just because he wanted it.

LOL! I wasn’t expecting the word ‘beautiful’ to come out of his mouth at ALL during this encounter, but it was perfect within the scene and situation when it came out phrased like that. I LOVE your dialogue, AmazingApe!

I was both pleased and grieved by Chloe’s reaction to the compliment. On the one hand, it was great that she felt so gratified by the compliment, on the other hand, it’s a CRIME that Chloe’s self-esteem is so low that she’s willing to sleep with the worst possible choice, just because HE is the only person who expressed real, genuine desire for her. It’s SUCH a crying waste of a beautiful, intelligent woman… No-one else has expressed want for her, for herself. Poor Chloe.


He stepped back, nodding. "I knew it. What do you want to do now? Analyze this moment, as in why I reached with my left when..."

"Oh, please!" She rolled her eyes. "If anyone wants to talk out every second, it's you. I've only told you to shut up twenty times and you keep..."

"Fine," he growled. "For once, I talk more than you do. Now what?"

She glared, but let the "for once" slide, even though she knew that Lex probably loved nothing more than the sound of his own voice pontificating. "We don't talk about this, neither of us."

ROTFLMAO! I really enjoyed the way Lex kept on asking questions and making comments while Chloe just kept telling him to SHUT UP! I know why it happened too… it all boils down tot their motivations for having sex with each other. Ironically, Lex wants to have sex because he wants a genuine (albeit twisted) intimate connection with Chloe, because he wants to understand her needs and motivations, because he wants to be with her.

Chloe on the other hand… she just wants a warm, willing, enthusiastic body to bang into. It’s unfortunate for her that it ‘happens’ to be Lex, but she wants to distance herself emotionally from Lex while enjoying physical carnal pleasure with him… Lex is getting emotionally invested in this, while Chloe is simply… not! LOL! Which means Chloe already has the advantage and power in this situation, because she can enjoy this without looking back, while Lex’s standards will be changed forever.


"Like I'd want anyone to know."

"Like I would," she shot back. "But that's obvious." She crossed her arms over her breasts, noting his faint look of disappointment. "I know you, Lex. When something's not going your way, you sink low. I just want to know that the next time we're at laggerheads, you won't decide to pull out the I f*cked you card to make this some kind of sick victory for you when this is just a mutual..."

"You think I'd do that?" His eyes were wide, but she knew an act when she saw one.

ROTFL! Oh, he would SO want everyone to know… he would probably have taken out a full page ad in the paper… if he had video and pictures, they would have been posted all over the news and scandal media. Chloe’s very savvy to catch this point and address it before they get too far.


His eyes returned to their normal state of half-masted boredom. "Fine. I won't."

"Promise me."

She saw his fists clench slightly. "I promise."

"Swear on your mother's..."

"Jesus, chloe just..." He didn't finish, just grasped her arms and pushed. Her back hit the bed and he followed her down, pulling her arms away from her breasts. "I promised, okay? Never had to work so hard just to get to god damned second base."

ROTFLMAO! Awesome! Lex is so desperate for sex, it’s fantastic to watch. I can’t imagine he’s EVER been this worked up over a woman before. He would probably have promised anything to get into her pants, as long as he got in… and Chloe was VERY smart to use his desperation to her advantage, LOL!


She really didn't have anything to say to that, considering he said it all against her breast and the sparks that flew all over her were a little distracting for thought, let alone words. It didn't usually feel so good. She'd thought of her breasts as an amusing plaything for Jimmy, but never something that could make her so... "Mmmph!" Was he actually... licking the underside? She let out a gasp. That was new. He'd probably learned that from one of his many...

She squeezed her eyes shut. she really had to stop comparing him to Jimmy and comparing herself to scores of surgically enhanced debutantes. It only spoiled the sensations.

And there were many. Such as the way his hand kneaded her right breast, thumbing her nipple, while lips, teeth and tongue worked at the left. Her hips rose off the bed without any permission from her.

Oh this was SO hot! Now we’re getting into the smut, and it’s sizzling!


She pulled upward and he stood, one knee on the bed. "What? Sobering up already?" He stood all the way. "Of course, you never do see things through, so I guess I'm not..."

"God, do you ever shut up?" He started slightly as she pulled at his belt. "I'm considering not seeing things through if I hear one more complete sentence from you." She pulled his belt from the buckle and moved to his button and zipper. She looked up. "Want to get anything else off your chest?"

He closed his mouth and shook his head.

She pushed his slacks down past the boxers that probably cost more than her entire ensemble, now crumpled in various places on the floor. She took a deep breath. "Good."

I was howling as I was ROTFLMAO! Lex was actually babbling, BABBLING when he thought Chloe was changing her mind. It was an elegant kind of babbling, but I can recognize a desperate, nonsensical stream of words when I hear it, ROTFL! I loved how Chloe basically told him he was being a paranoid idiot, and told him to shut up. She’s taken full control (for now)… Let’s see how long she manages to hang onto the upper hand, shall we, LOL!

This fic is coming along VERY well, AmazingApe. I’m glad you got back into writing despite your busy schedule. I really appreciate it… ALL your fans appreciate it, and we all look forward to upcoming chapters. Good luck and best regards.

[tatie87]

OOH Hot, this story is heating up. I love how Chloe and Lex are bantering through the whole event, its so them. I'm really enjoying this story please update soon!

[SVfan1286]

God this fic is amazing, every chapter gets better and better and hotter and hotter. I can't wait to read more!

Bring on the smut!!!

[starmoon]

love it!!!!!!!! more please update soon i can't wait for smut.

[lilinny]

I never thought it would take this long just to get to the act. I can't wait for the next chapter.

[dagney]

My laptop is smoking whoooo hooooo I adore this fic. Dagney

[starmoon]

more please keep going i love this story and can't wait for the next update!!!!

[kirt30]

great story hope you add lots more soon

[crazydeaf]

UPDATE soon! can't wait for HOT smut:hankpank:

[gecko]

great work, loved the work up, can't wait for the next part

[letia84]

Sex. Was it really just that? She wanted sex, but not because it would yield rewards. They both knew there wouldn't be good fruits from this night no matter what. She wanted sex because she needed to come. How novel.This was some interesting reasoning. Chloe is doing it for sex and Lex is doing it because he can have sex with someone that wants nothing from him in return.


"F*cking beautiful tits," he said, nearly reverently.

"Do you want to touch them?" she asked, stopping in front of him. She wanted to grant her body to him like a boon. Just because he wanted it.This made me giggle for some reason. Lex coming to the realization that Chloe is hot.


"God, do you ever shut up?" He started slightly as she pulled at his belt. "I'm considering not seeing things through if I hear one more complete sentence from you." She pulled his belt from the buckle and moved to his button and zipper. She looked up. "Want to get anything else off your chest?"

He closed his mouth and shook his head.

She pushed his slacks down past the boxers that probably cost more than her entire ensemble, now crumpled in various places on the floor. She took a deep breath. "Good."Yes Lex please shut up so you can get one with it.

That was a great update. Are they going to just fight the entire time. This will be some truly angry sex. Lex keeps trying to challenge her. He has her why keep talking it out.

[randa]

this is just great! i totally love the build up between the two and i cant wait for more.


randa

[kirt30]

Please update I realy want to now what happens next

[juuicebox]

i absolutely love the arguments between the two! ;) post more soon.

[elitekat]

I love this! You make them talk about all the sexual tension and bad blood between them while they're trying to struggle for control. ENJOYABLE!!! Please update soon.

[seattlemary1979]

Your Lex and Chloe are perfect! Update soon, please, please, please!

[Skye]

Your Lex and Chloe are perfect! Update soon, please, please, please!

A Big Ditto on that! Really looking for the next update! :yeahbaby:

[TheAmazingApe]

You guys, I am taking a wee hiatus from this fic because I have a very involved WIP that I just gotta put on the front burner. Rest assured that there will be Chlexy smut as soon as I clear chapter 886 of my other story.

Kidding...

Sort of.

[letia84]

You guys, I am taking a wee hiatus from this fic because I have a very involved WIP that I just gotta put on the front burner. Rest assured that there will be Chlexy smut as soon as I clear chapter 886 of my other story.

Kidding...

Sort of.Your a Chlex smut tease. Good look on the other WIP but don't forget this please. :blinkkiss

[somethingeasy]

You guys, I am taking a wee hiatus from this fic because I have a very involved WIP that I just gotta put on the front burner. Rest assured that there will be Chlexy smut as soon as I clear chapter 886 of my other story.

Kidding...

Sort of.

heh, I am actually a huge fan of BOTH of your fics, AmazingApe, so although it makes me wilt and weep to think about 'Deep in the Bottle' being put on a mini-hiatus, at least I know I can take comfort in seeing continuing chapters of 'Almost Chlois'. The other Chlexers who have not heard about AmazingApe's other work, it's worth checking out, and can be found on the following website addresses.

Almost Clark (http://www.kryptonsite.com/forums/showthread.php?t=76878): The first installment of this trilogy series, which shows an 'added scenes' version of Clark and Chloe relationship starting from the time that RedK is first introduced, and ending at around the time of the beginning of season seven.
http://www.kryptonsite.com/forums/showthread.php?t=76878

Almost Chloe: (http://www.kryptonsite.com/forums/showthread.php?t=77110) starts immediately after Almost Clark ends, and it's completely AU, not based on the plot line of the Smallville series. Its fantastic!
http://www.kryptonsite.com/forums/showthread.php?t=77110

Almost Chlois (http://www.kryptonsite.com/forums/showthread.php?t=77343): starts a few months after Almost Chloe, and this is the one that AmazingApe is working on right now. She's done an INCREDIBLE job on it. Her writing was great on Almost Clark, but at this point her plotting, characterization, dialogue has become phenomenal.
http://www.kryptonsite.com/forums/showthread.php?t=77343

Anyhow, people who can bring themselves to tear away from the Ultimate Sexiness of Chlex to indulge in some Clark/Chloe or Kal/Chloe might like these fics. If it makes any difference, this is pretty much the only Chlark fic I read. Otherwise I am a dedicated, rabid Chlex-shipper ;)

LOL! Actually I've been trying to convince AmazingApe to introduce a bit of Chlex smut in this fic of hers. It's probably not going to happen, but hope springs eternal, right? ROTFL!

[TheAmazingApe]

Thank you all for the unending patience, here.

I hate to be a smut tease, but I had plottiness to deal with. I am a Chlarker, I'll admit it (and a Chloiser *gasp*), but I just cant resist the allure of Chlex. At least not for more than two months and some weeks (has it been that long?).

So here you go. Smut, smut, smuttiness.

PART 9

Chloe Sullivan was about to suck his cock. It was everything he never knew he'd always wanted. Or had he known?

He'd always wanted to shut her smart mouth for a change. And he had absolutely no complaints about this current method. He threw his head back as her mouth enveloped him. No. He had no complaints at all, as it was. So he closed his mouth. He had the abject fear that if he said a word, she'd either stop or do some sort of permanent damage. Maybe the latter was her plan all along. At the moment, he was nearly more on board with that than with her stopping. When he was this hard, reason, even self-preservation, took a back seat.

Yet he had to look. There was a part of him that didn't like this vulnerability. Because she could... At this moment, if she wanted to, she could make sure he never saw offspring. And yet... there was nothing but suction and the mild scrape of her tongue. His legs nearly gave out. Maybe it was so good because it seemed so dangerous. He didn't really think she'd hurt him. She had her precious ethics. But she wanted to, somewhere in there.

He wondered if she'd even admit it. How good the danger tasted. No. She probably wouldn't. When this was over, she'd probably lament over alcohol and what it made her do. But he'd know. Because it was more than cold comfort here, more than sex mingled with the freedom of hate. It was the danger of a line crossed. He'd spent his entire life dacing on that line, toying with the space beyond it. The experiments, the freaks. It was all for the common good, really, but there were times when it wasn't even about that. To subdue someone powerful, with abilities he couldn't imagine was so... Well, in the end, it was all about the common...

"Good," he whispered aloud as her mouth descended again.

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She was good at this. If there was anything her relationship with Jimmy had given her, it was this. To be honest, she'd often move on to the oral quickly, nearly exhausted from his efforts to please her. It never really worked, no matter how eagerly he tried. The blow job was just a quick end to things. Jimmy fell into a dead sleep after an orgasm. She hated to admit it, but she had been glad of it. Sex was work. It was a constant mental effort to keep her mind on Jimmy and off... Clark. She could admit it. If she was low enough to suck off Lex Luthor, then her Clark fixation was nearly nothing.

Strangely, she didn't feel low or ashamed. Lex may have started this, but she'd made the decision to finish it. Maybe she should finish it now, like with Jimmy. Just finish him off. It would end here. She came. Then he came. End of story.

And no one had to know.

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God, he nearly wished he could tape this moment, replay it over and over. He'd often thought of surveillance in this apartment. But where would the fun be in that? What was the challenge?

Besides, footage would cause a whole new headache.

Would he want the world to know this had happened? No. And she'd want it even less.

For him, it was about power. Everything was. And he'd handed her that power. If she pulled away now, he wasn't sure he could stop himself from begging this tiny blonde to not stop... never stop... That would be a sad thing to have spread around.

But for her, it was worse. He was evil personified to her and her little friends, at least these days. If they knew, they'd see her as used by him, defiled in their eyes.

Defiled.

He liked the word, the way it whispered through his mind with a dark sort of promise.

He let one hand slip downward to her shoulder. It was slightly slick, even on such a cold night. His hand slid down to her shoulder blade, but could go no lower, not unless he wanted to interrupt her actions. He wished he could slide his hands all over her now, defiling every inch of skin with his touch. That's what he did. He defiled, he tainted, he took something sweet and pure and turned it into... into what he'd made Lana.

He looked down, saw her eyes, wide-open and boring into his. That was the difference here. Chloe knew. She'd always known what he was. Lana had stared wide-eyed at him, thinking he would be... Well, Clark, really. And Chloe knew that he wasn't. He was no boyscout of a farmer. And Chloe knew it. She wouldn't change. Not over him. Not over anybody. Not even Clark.

He didn't want her to, not really, and it was a startling realization. It broke something inside him. Underneath her hard shell was something good. Something that couldn't be tainted. He let his hand tangle in her hair. Not a push -- More of a caress. He didn't mean it to be, but it was.

A thank you. Because she could touch him, knowing what he was, what he knew he'd be. Maybe being this close to coming was clouding him, but... That someone so untainted would touch him...

"Chloe," he whispered, brushing the hair off her forehead. "God, Chloe..."

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She released him, pulling back, something in his voice putting her on edge. There was a softness. She didn't want that. Not from him. She stood from the bed, pressing herself to him. "I still hate you," she breathed, making sure he knew.

He stared at her in silence for a long time. "I know," he finally said, his hands moving to her hair again, his mouth closing in on hers. "Just please... please..."

She pushed him off, confused and disturbed at the change in him. "No. Don't say please. That's not what you do." It wasn't. He took, she struggled, he still took. Maybe he cajoled a little in between, but it was still taking. She just wanted him to take. She didn't want to give herself to him. That was something she could never do. She wanted to take, too, claim every second of this as something she'd done that was just for her. It wasn't for the good of the world. It was just because it felt fucking good. And it wasn't helping Clark or Lana or Jimmy.

And it certainly wasn't helping Lex. This was helping no one.

But his eyes, so suddenly soft and pleading... It wasn't how this was supposed to go. This was supposed to be fucking and hate and rough, uncaring hands. Not soft touches or pleading eyes. "I'm having second thoughts, Lex." She moved back, let herself sink to the bed as it hit the backs of her knees. "Why don't we just call it a night?"

He stared at her, his mouth hanging open. It would be amusing on anyone but him. "What the hell are you..."

His eyes were narrowed now, angry. "This is just wrong," she cut in. "You and me." She pulled the covers up over her breasts. "I just can't..."

"The fuck you can't," he growled, bending over her, pulling the covers away, grasping her thighs and pulling her to the edge of the bed. She let him. This was how this was supposed to go. It was what he had promised her. Freedom and pleasure and not giving a fuck about tomorrow.

She grasped his shoulder, digging her nails in slightly. She smiled slightly. "Maybe I can if you stop being such a wuss."

He smiled, too, though his eyes were still narrowed. "You're such a bitch," he murmured, leaning down. She let him kiss her this time. A rough meeting of lips as he pulled her thighs wider, settling between them, probing at her. She took the hand from his shoulder, letting her nails scrape down his chest before reachig between their bodies, reaching for his cock.

There was a moment of fear and doubt, even combined with the urgency. She was about to let Lex Luthor's cock inside her. A part of her whispered barely intelligible warnings that flitted through her mind. The louder part was screaming to do it. Do it now. Or she never would. She met his eyes, wide and almost scared. They must be mirroring her own. How scary was this?

Like in almost every instance in her life, for better or worse, she responded to fear with insolence. She shifted, positioning him as her eyes held his.

He looked down, then back up at her, his gaze almost questioning. She closed her eyes. She wasn't giving out permission tonight. He would or he wouldn't. She breathed deep, waiting. She nearly wondered if there was some shred of nobility in him. Would he pull away and apologize and gather his clothes, guilt weighing him down? She often fantasized about Clark up to this point. This is when he'd usually cry off, leaving her aching and alone. This was a hard point to get past, even in her wildest dreams. Then again, this wasn't Clark - a point that was made even clearer when he shoved inside hard, in no way going easy on her. Really, she should have expected nothing less.

Her eyes flew open and her hands clutched at the bedding. She stared at the ceiling a moment, adjusting to the shock and the mild pain, before letting her eyes drift back to him. His were closed, his mouth partially open, slightly uneven breaths whispering against her lips.

"You could move," she said. She'd wanted to sound authoritative, but it came out shaky. Everything was shaky. Her God damned teeth were even chattering. she tried to close her mouth, stop them.

He opened his eyes, then. They were slightly wide and unfocused before they returned to half-mast, bringing with them the smirk that always seemed so at home on his lips. "I'm sorry, Sullivan. It's obviously been a while for you. You want me to be gentle?"

Her lips formed a thin line as she pushed up against him. A while. It hadn't been that long. Was he implying she didn't know how to fuck? Because she knew... mostly. She obviously knew more than she thought she did, because her movements wiped the smirk off his face as he grunted out "Shit! Fucking tight."

Was she? She really didn't know how she measured up, considering she'd only been with Jimmy. But that didn't mean she didn't know what to do. She was a bona-fide expert at getting it over with. She pushed up again, squeezing him inside her.

He cursed, bringing one hand to her hips, pushing them down. He met her eyes again. "Yeah. Got it."

She didn't get to ask him what exactly he got because he started moving then. A moan tore itself from her mouth as he scraped and thrust inside her. As much as she was a expert at getting it over with, she wasn't quite sure what to do here. This was good. This felt... "Ungh! God..." Yeah. This was new.

He groaned deeply into her mouth now and she felt herself pulling at his neck, taking his groans in, joining her own with his as he pulled almost all the way out before plunging back in, their pelvises connecting almost painfully. That was good, too. Then, he was drawing back and thrusting into her now in a pounding, jarring rhythm and it was even better. A part of her wanted to analyze even that. Why was it so good? Was it the hate? Was it the danger? Maybe it was just that someone with as many notches on his belt as Lex probably knew what he was doing.

Of course, thinking just took away from it. She was happy to let her mind stop and let her body just... "Yessss," she hissed as her eyes slid shut.

There was no room for thinking here.

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God, he was trying. He was trying to just give it to her, get her coming again, focus on getting Chloe Sullivan off with his cock deep inside her. Then these feelings would go away, this strange and unwelcome... gratitude.

He sped up, one hand holding her hips steady as the other grasped her wrist, bringing it up above her head.

He wasn't grateful to be fucking her. He wasn't. In fact, she was wrong about who owed who. Chloe Sullivan owed him a good fuck for all the data mining, for all the secrets, for all the times she looked at him with disgust. Was he disgusting now? Her eyes were closed. He didn't want that. He needed to see.

"Look at me," he grunted, even as his hips kept pumping into her.

She didn't. Her eyes squeezed shut harder as her face contorted.

He stilled. "Fucking look at me."

She did, then, her eyes almost angry as they bore into his. "Don't you dare stop," she panted.

But he did, staying still, searching her face as it changed again.

"Lex... please..."

Desperation. Chloe Sullivan was desperate for him to f*ck her. Didn't that just beat all?

In a perfect world, he'd stop here. She could know what it was like to be shut out like he'd been. It would teach her, teach all of them. If only she wasn't so f*cking hot and tight and... He started moving again, unable not to. In seconds, he wasn't sure why he had even stopped. Her thighs were sliding up to his waist. Her head thrashing against the bed. The nails on her free hand were digging into his sides... and it hurt like a bitch.

He grasped her wrist, pulling it up and above her head to join the other where they almost dangled off the bed. He realized that his knees were on the floor, that his pants were still around his ankles, and that she was slipping forward, nearly pushing him off what purchase he had on the bed, sideways as they were. He couldn't care less at the moment. He held her wrists tight, keeping his position, their position, as he jerked his hips forward.

She was almost whimpering now. He shut his mouth tight. He didn't want to let it out. Let her be the one who was...

"Oh, fuck," he breathed as she tightened around him, fairly fluttered around him. Her insides gripping and vibrating around his cock. It was good. Too good. He was nearly worried he'd come just short of her when she suddenly rose up off the bed, her body bending upwarss, stiffening as a hot surge of wetness coated him inside her. It was the end for him. He followed, collapsing on her lightly shuddering chest, his hips jerking spasmodically as he emptied inside her.


TBC

[lj715]

Omg, I can;t believe you updated. Excellent chapter. I like how there is what they should do & what actually happens. I hope you can update again soon.

[peggy]

Excellent update, please come back soon !

[hfce]

DANG!! That was HOT!!! I am still on fire. I hope this is just round one and round two of hot sex is coming... :drool2:

[MelBee1985]

Great update!! I love how Lex is all about power, even thouh he flinched for a moment, hehe

[westwingwolf]

That was so hot, this shows that Chlex can always be hot whether they are in love or absolutely hate each other. It's great to see Chloe appreciated and even greater when it's Lex who is doing the appreciating. Figures, he'd go into this thinking it would go one way and get completely floored by Chloe. I love how she knew just how to play him. I wonder in the long run what effect will this have on them. Will they be able to live with this and not let it effect their lives? Will they want to continue a sexual relationship since they are obviously happy with the outcome? Will this lead to something more? Will we get to see where this goes or is this going to end as soon as Lex walks out the door?

I do love the aspect that Chloe knows full well who Lex is and still wanted to do this. Something that always bugged me with Lana is that we never understood where she really stood with Lex. There were times when she seemed to be cool with Lex's plans and other times when she seemed to be outraged. But with Chloe we do know that she is an essentially good person who is willing to have sex with someone she despises just because it feels good and I find that intriguing. She's not kidding herself about Lex. She doesn't think she has the power to change him. She just wants this one night with him and I say go for it because the girl deserves some quality sex. I don't think Lex really tainted Lana, there was something always tainted about that girl. She simply can not love a person because she'll always want them to be who she wants them to be and not who they really are.

[dagney]

MOG this was amazing. I loved the thoughts Lex was having. His need for power yes but below the surface he feels so alone abandoned and damaged he believes he damages and taintes others. WOW your insight into his character is spot on and then his realization that Chloe knows him, sees him and is strong enough to not be "damaged" makes him feel safe and almost gives him hope that he is not poision.

And Chloe characterization of her wanting to be "taken" not wanting to have to give and give and give, but expecting and hoping by just being "taken" she will be valued and wanted and pleasured. What an interestering look at both their characters. well done the scene was smoking hot to boot. I hope you continue with this story and have Chloe and Lex deal with some possible repercussions or at least acknowledge each other in a new way. Dagney

[tatie87]

WOW HOT. Can't wait for more!!!!!!

[lilinny]

Love the angry sex!
A fantastic chapter!
I want more!!

[SVfan1286]

I'm so happy that you updated this fic. It's one of my favorites!

Finally they had sex, and it was super HOT!!!(like the rest of this fic). I can't wait to find out what happens now, the morning after? Will they still want each other? What if Clark finds out?

All I know is that I'm Looking forward to reading more!!!

[DiscoGhostie]

Oh thank goodness, you updated. :) Thank you, thank you, thank you!

I was terrified that this would become an abandoned fic and it was just too good, too engrossing not be given it's due. You rule!

[juuicebox]

DANG!! That was HOT!!! I am still on fire. I hope this is just round one and round two of hot sex is coming... :drool2:

Damn straight. Whoo! That was amazingly hot!!

[somethingeasy]

ROTFL! Thanks for that, AmazingApe. This was an AWESOME, amazing update filled with intense psychological insights and twists to Lex and Chloe’s personalities. I loved every sentence, and I’m so glad to see it’s being continued again.


He'd always wanted to shut her smart mouth for a change. And he had absolutely no complaints about this current method. He threw his head back as her mouth enveloped him. No. He had no complaints at all, as it was. So he closed his mouth. He had the abject fear that if he said a word, she'd either stop or do some sort of permanent damage. Maybe the latter was her plan all along. At the moment, he was nearly more on board with that than with her stopping. When he was this hard, reason, even self-preservation, took a back seat.

ROTFL! You have to admire Lex’s priorities over here. Who would have believed that the secret to successfully killing (or at least permanently maiming) Lex Luthor was to offer him a blow job, LOL! Then again, I think it’s only CHLOE that Lex would be willing to get this desperate for when it comes to sexual favours under any and all circumstances. There was ample suggestion in earlier chapters about how this the is the most intense, exciting sexual encounter Lex has had in years.


He wondered if she'd even admit it. How good the danger tasted. No. She probably wouldn't. When this was over, she'd probably lament over alcohol and what it made her do. But he'd know. Because it was more than cold comfort here, more than sex mingled with the freedom of hate. It was the danger of a line crossed. He'd spent his entire life dacing on that line, toying with the space beyond it. The experiments, the freaks. It was all for the common good, really, but there were times when it wasn't even about that. To subdue someone powerful, with abilities he couldn't imagine was so... Well, in the end, it was all about the common...

It’s fascinating to see how Lex’s brain is going several hundred miles a minute, even at a desperate, confusing and intense moment like this one. It’s REALLY interesting to see how Lex is reaching to see parallels and connections between himself and Chloe Sullivan. He’s nearly frantic to prove that, at the core of her, she is as dubiously moral as him.


She was good at this. If there was anything her relationship with Jimmy had given her, it was this. To be honest, she'd often move on to the oral quickly, nearly exhausted from his efforts to please her. It never really worked, no matter how eagerly he tried. The blow job was just a quick end to things. Jimmy fell into a dead sleep after an orgasm. She hated to admit it, but she had been glad of it. Sex was work. It was a constant mental effort to keep her mind on Jimmy and off... Clark. She could admit it. If she was low enough to suck off Lex Luthor, then her Clark fixation was nearly nothing.

It was just sad and pitiful getting the details of her lacklustre sex-life with Jimmy. Chloe is such a passionate, desirable woman… and it feels like a vile CRIME that she wasn’t able to enjoy good sex with a partner who was worthy of her. Even worse, she’s come to believe that she’ll never attract a partner who can offer her anything between than Jimmy. At least Lex will raise her standards when it comes to being so accepting about poor performance.


Strangely, she didn't feel low or ashamed. Lex may have started this, but she'd made the decision to finish it. Maybe she should finish it now, like with Jimmy. Just finish him off. It would end here. She came. Then he came. End of story.

And no one had to know.

I was glad to see that Chloe is fully in control of the situation here… which includes control over herself and her sense of identity and self-worth. Later on, she’s not going to feel ashamed about what she’s done, and she’s not going to allow herself to feel victimized. Excellent!


Would he want the world to know this had happened? No. And she'd want it even less.

For him, it was about power. Everything was. And he'd handed her that power. If she pulled away now, he wasn't sure he could stop himself from begging this tiny blonde to not stop... never stop... That would be a sad thing to have spread around.

Heh, I didn’t imagine this angle, but it makes sense that Lex would also not want people to know about his sudden ‘banging of bodies’ with Chloe Sullivan. It might be humiliating for her, but it would be pretty embarrassing for him to remember (and admit) about how desperate he was for her.


Defiled.

He liked the word, the way it whispered through his mind with a dark sort of promise.

He let one hand slip downward to her shoulder. It was slightly slick, even on such a cold night. His hand slid down to her shoulder blade, but could go no lower, not unless he wanted to interrupt her actions. He wished he could slide his hands all over her now, defiling every inch of skin with his touch. That's what he did. He defiled, he tainted, he took something sweet and pure and turned it into... into what he'd made Lana.

You’re brilliant, AmazingApe. This was a perfect way to capture Lex’s paradoxical, contradicting nature. I loved the way that he seems to be filled both with despair as well as dark triumph over the way he ‘defiles and taints’ everything he touches.


He looked down, saw her eyes, wide-open and boring into his. That was the difference here. Chloe knew. She'd always known what he was. Lana had stared wide-eyed at him, thinking he would be... Well, Clark, really. And Chloe knew that he wasn't. He was no boyscout of a farmer. And Chloe knew it. She wouldn't change. Not over him. Not over anybody. Not even Clark.

I LOVED this, I loved how Lex realized that Chloe was not the least bit like Lana. She was a strong willed individual filled with great intelligence and passion, and she wasn’t about to let Lex Luthor sway or twist her identity.


He didn't want her to, not really, and it was a startling realization. It broke something inside him. Underneath her hard shell was something good. Something that couldn't be tainted. He let his hand tangle in her hair. Not a push -- More of a caress. He didn't mean it to be, but it was.

A thank you. Because she could touch him, knowing what he was, what he knew he'd be. Maybe being this close to coming was clouding him, but... That someone so untainted would touch him...

Oh WOW! And the epiphanies keep on hitting. This was an amazing conclusion to see Lex come to. I was ecstatic to see Lex acknowledge Chloe’s passion, intelligence and strength, and then realize that it’s the part of her that he finds most attractive and intriguing.

Not only that, but Lex actually realized what a wonderful and fantastic person… to the extent where he’s actually realized how unworthy he is of her, and he’s grateful for her being willing to be with her.

And oh dear… ROTFLMAO! Lex is falling into his old trap of falling in love with the blink of an eye. He’s gotten into the habit of being with such horrible, vapid, uninteresting women… the result being that whenever he’s with a woman who shows even the slightest sign of decency, kindness and intelligence… he ends up falling madly in love with them.


She pushed him off, confused and disturbed at the change in him. "No. Don't say please. That's not what you do." It wasn't. He took, she struggled, he still took. Maybe he cajoled a little in between, but it was still taking. She just wanted him to take. She didn't want to give herself to him. That was something she could never do. She wanted to take, too, claim every second of this as something she'd done that was just for her. It wasn't for the good of the world. It was just because it felt fucking good. And it wasn't helping Clark or Lana or Jimmy.

heh, Lex has a habit of falling in love far too easily… usually to point of obsession. But let’s not forget that Chloe also has a tendency to letting her emotions sweep her away. She’s seriously disconcerted seeing this soft, gentle and vulnerable side of Lex. And I thing most of her horror comes from seeing how she’s ‘softening’ up to Lex, and she knows about the danger she’s in of becoming emotionally invested in him.


But his eyes, so suddenly soft and pleading... It wasn't how this was supposed to go. This was supposed to be fucking and hate and rough, uncaring hands. Not soft touches or pleading eyes. "I'm having second thoughts, Lex." She moved back, let herself sink to the bed as it hit the backs of her knees. "Why don't we just call it a night?"

He stared at her, his mouth hanging open. It would be amusing on anyone but him. "What the hell are you..."

His eyes were narrowed now, angry. "This is just wrong," she cut in. "You and me." She pulled the covers up over her breasts. "I just can't..."

"The fuck you can't," he growled, bending over her, pulling the covers away, grasping her thighs and pulling her to the edge of the bed. She let him. This was how this was supposed to go. It was what he had promised her. Freedom and pleasure and not giving a fuck about tomorrow.

She grasped his shoulder, digging her nails in slightly. She smiled slightly. "Maybe I can if you stop being such a wuss."

ROTFLMAO! Oh that clever witch! It was fascinating how Chloe found this situation tolerable only if Lex displayed and ‘reassured her’ that he was a heartless, selfish, grasping, greedy bastard who takes whatever he wants and damn the consequences to everyone else. But if he shows any sign of gentleness and generosity, then she would have to start thinking of him as human, and she might end up feeling some kind of connection to him… or at least feel guilty about using him like an expensive sex-toy.

This was a fantastic psychological twist give to Chloe. And I loved the she handled her difficult moment by goading Lex into showing only the side of himself that she wants to see. VERY nicely done, AmazingApe.


He smiled, too, though his eyes were still narrowed. "You're such a bitch," he murmured, leaning down. She let him kiss her this time. A rough meeting of lips as he pulled her thighs wider, settling between them, probing at her. She took the hand from his shoulder, letting her nails scrape down his chest before reachig between their bodies, reaching for his cock.

ROTFL! And I adored how her psychological and emotional manipulation was done so skilfully that Lex had no idea what she was doing or what she was so afraid of. He just thought she was being a teasing witch, ROTFL! Perfect!


There was a moment of fear and doubt, even combined with the urgency. She was about to let Lex Luthor's cock inside her. A part of her whispered barely intelligible warnings that flitted through her mind. The louder part was screaming to do it. Do it now. Or she never would. She met his eyes, wide and almost scared. They must be mirroring her own. How scary was this?

Like in almost every instance in her life, for better or worse, she responded to fear with insolence. She shifted, positioning him as her eyes held his.

Heh, it seems like she’s traded one fear for another. But it resulted in THIS, so I can’t complain, lol! Wasn’t it ironic that Chloe overcame her fear for forming a connection with Lex, and she covered up for her fear by distracting him with greater intimacy? Beautifully done, AmazingApe!


He looked down, then back up at her, his gaze almost questioning. She closed her eyes. She wasn't giving out permission tonight. He would or he wouldn't. She breathed deep, waiting. She nearly wondered if there was some shred of nobility in him. Would he pull away and apologize and gather his clothes, guilt weighing him down? She often fantasized about Clark up to this point. This is when he'd usually cry off, leaving her aching and alone. This was a hard point to get past, even in her wildest dreams. Then again, this wasn't Clark - a point that was made even clearer when he shoved inside hard, in no way going easy on her. Really, she should have expected nothing less.

Her eyes flew open and her hands clutched at the bedding. She stared at the ceiling a moment, adjusting to the shock and the mild pain, before letting her eyes drift back to him. His were closed, his mouth partially open, slightly uneven breaths whispering against her lips.

LOL! Did Chloe really find herself wondering whether Lex was going to hold himself back from doing something he wanted because he was too noble? I guess that moment of temporary insanity was immediately dispelled, ROTFL!

Although, the truth is that Lex is capable of great honour and nobility, but ONLY towards people that he loves. He would do anything for a person that he feels any form of affection for. Chloe is definitely in the ‘enemy’ category, which means that, no matter how high a regard and respect he might have for her, he’s not going to show her mercy.


He opened his eyes, then. They were slightly wide and unfocused before they returned to half-mast, bringing with them the smirk that always seemed so at home on his lips. "I'm sorry, Sullivan. It's obviously been a while for you. You want me to be gentle?"

LOL! In a funny way, I think Lex wanted to sincerely ascertain whether Chloe was all right… but it figures that he would put a mocking tone on even a sincere question born from genuine concern. He didn’t want to seem weak by showing too much concern for her.


Her lips formed a thin line as she pushed up against him. A while. It hadn't been that long. Was he implying she didn't know how to fuck? Because she knew... mostly. She obviously knew more than she thought she did, because her movements wiped the smirk off his face as he grunted out "Shit! Fucking tight."

Was she? She really didn't know how she measured up, considering she'd only been with Jimmy. But that didn't mean she didn't know what to do. She was a bona-fide expert at getting it over with. She pushed up again, squeezing him inside her.

He cursed, bringing one hand to her hips, pushing them down. He met her eyes again. "Yeah. Got it."

ROTFL! Of course Chloe is not going to hear the concern in Lex’s question, she only heard the mockery. It was VERY interesting that Chloe’s idea of ‘good sex’ is only to get it ‘over and done with’ as soon as possible. Jimmy REALLY short-changed her, and he messed up views about what to expect from a partner. At least in this regard, this sexual encounter with Lex is going to do her a WORLD of good.

I loved how Chloe was just focused on getting Lex off, but Lex took it as a demand and a challenge for him to hurry up and get working! LOL! Brillaint!


She didn't get to ask him what exactly he got because he started moving then. A moan tore itself from her mouth as he scraped and thrust inside her. As much as she was a expert at getting it over with, she wasn't quite sure what to do here. This was good. This felt... "Ungh! God..." Yeah. This was new.

He groaned deeply into her mouth now and she felt herself pulling at his neck, taking his groans in, joining her own with his as he pulled almost all the way out before plunging back in, their pelvises connecting almost painfully. That was good, too. Then, he was drawing back and thrusting into her now in a pounding, jarring rhythm and it was even better. A part of her wanted to analyze even that. Why was it so good? Was it the hate? Was it the danger? Maybe it was just that someone with as many notches on his belt as Lex probably knew what he was doing.

Of course, thinking just took away from it. She was happy to let her mind stop and let her body just... "Yessss," she hissed as her eyes slid shut.

There was no room for thinking here.

Oh that was HOT!!! I can see Chloe’s mind is expanding when it comes to experience and knowledge about sex. She’s NEVER going to settle for bad sex ever again.


God, he was trying. He was trying to just give it to her, get her coming again, focus on getting Chloe Sullivan off with his cock deep inside her. Then these feelings would go away, this strange and unwelcome... gratitude.

awesome! Lex is falling for Chloe even as we watch! I knew that he wasn’t going to be able to get out of this without developing some kind of a connection to her, but I didn’t anticipate that his feelings for her would grow so intense! It’s wonderful to see.


He wasn't grateful to be fucking her. He wasn't. In fact, she was wrong about who owed who. Chloe Sullivan owed him a good fuck for all the data mining, for all the secrets, for all the times she looked at him with disgust. Was he disgusting now? Her eyes were closed. He didn't want that. He needed to see.

"Look at me," he grunted, even as his hips kept pumping into her.

She didn't. Her eyes squeezed shut harder as her face contorted.

He stilled. "Fucking look at me."

LOL! He’s really reaching to try and regain his equilibrium when it comes to Chloe Sullivan. But he’s right to be suspicious about who Chloe might be imagining when she closes her eyes. Chloe actually WAS trying to imagine him as a mindless, faceless sex toy when this started. She was trying to completely ignore the fact that she was fucking Lex Luthor, and trying to pretend that it was just a ‘convenient hot body’ she was getting ready to enjoy.

But I’m quite sure she’s aware that she’s having sex with Lex Luthor now.


She did, then, her eyes almost angry as they bore into his. "Don't you dare stop," she panted.

But he did, staying still, searching her face as it changed again.

"Lex... please..."

Desperation. Chloe Sullivan was desperate for him to f*ck her. Didn't that just beat all?

I really enjoyed seeing Lex begging Chloe earlier, but I LOVED how both Lex and Chloe are on equal footing now. It makes the connection between them all the more real.


In a perfect world, he'd stop here. She could know what it was like to be shut out like he'd been. It would teach her, teach all of them. If only she wasn't so f*cking hot and tight and... He started moving again, unable not to. In seconds, he wasn't sure why he had even stopped. Her thighs were sliding up to his waist. Her head thrashing against the bed. The nails on her free hand were digging into his sides... and it hurt like a bitch.

ROTFL! Poor Lex, it must have really hurt to see the perfect opportunity to destroy one of his most challenging enemies, only to face up to the fact that he was too ‘weak’ to take advantage of this moment. I loved how he finds Chloe too irresistible… so much that he will put aside his competitive, vengeful nature aside for her.


He grasped her wrist, pulling it up and above her head to join the other where they almost dangled off the bed. He realized that his knees were on the floor, that his pants were still around his ankles, and that she was slipping forward, nearly pushing him off what purchase he had on the bed, sideways as they were. He couldn't care less at the moment. He held her wrists tight, keeping his position, their position, as he jerked his hips forward.

She was almost whimpering now. He shut his mouth tight. He didn't want to let it out. Let her be the one who was...

"Oh, fuck," he breathed as she tightened around him, fairly fluttered around him. Her insides gripping and vibrating around his cock. It was good. Too good. He was nearly worried he'd come just short of her when she suddenly rose up off the bed, her body bending upwarss, stiffening as a hot surge of wetness coated him inside her. It was the end for him. He followed, collapsing on her lightly shuddering chest, his hips jerking spasmodically as he emptied inside her.

Oh dear heavens, that was hot, Hot, HOT!!! That was beautifully written smut, AmazingApe. Oh dear, but there was no condom! Chloe is probably on the pill and ‘safe’ from that danger… but Lex is… well… let’s be honest… he’s a sl*t who will sleep with anything that catches his eye. It’s probably not a good idea for anyone to enjoy a one-night stand with him unless he’s covered from head to toe in triple layer latex.

I’m drooling in anticipation for the next chapter. We’re going to see the ‘after-glow’ of this encounter, and I can’t wait to see how it goes. Are the two of them going to admit to that connection that ‘suddenly formed up’ between them? Or perhaps they’ll realize that it’s a conection that has been forming for a long time now, and has only intensified to a new level tonight?

Heh, at the very least, I’m hoping that they will both acknowledge that the sex was better than anything they have experienced with anyone else. I think Lex was more screwed over by this encounter than Chloe was. I firmly believe that she’ll eventually be be able to find herself a partner who will satisfy her as much as Lex does. But Lex… I don’t think he’s EVER going to find another intense, passionate, fantastic lover like her ever again.

Aaargh! I’m dying to know what’s going to happen next. Please update soon, AmazingApe!

[starmoon]

i love it please keep going!!!! that was just so HOT!!!!!!!!! :smoke:

[showntell]

Hottest. Chlex. Ever.

Love this fic...thanks for leaving you fandom to write this.

It's really a shame the show doesn't make the most of the chemistry that these characters and actors have. I'm glad to see Chlex could still work in a hot, and totally twisted way, even with all the crappy cannon that's around.

Please update some more

[kirt30]

that was great please add more soon please I really want to now what happens next

[letia84]

That was a great update. Good to see you are back. Let the hate sex continue please.


He wasn't grateful to be fucking her. He wasn't. In fact, she was wrong about who owed who. Chloe Sullivan owed him a good fuck for all the data mining, for all the secrets, for all the times she looked at him with disgust. Was he disgusting now? Her eyes were closed. He didn't want that. He needed to see.

"Look at me," he grunted, even as his hips kept pumping into her.

She didn't. Her eyes squeezed shut harder as her face contorted.

He stilled. "Fucking look at me."This fight for control was just great. Lex making her own up to what she's doing by looking at the person pleasing her was just chilling.

Update please. ;)

[amigamia]

That was a great update. Good to see you are back. Let the hate sex continue please.

This fight for control was just great. Lex making her own up to what she's doing by looking at the person pleasing her was just chilling.

Update please. ;)


He wasn't grateful to be fucking her. He wasn't. In fact, she was wrong about who owed who. Chloe Sullivan owed him a good fuck for all the data mining, for all the secrets, for all the times she looked at him with disgust. Was he disgusting now? Her eyes were closed. He didn't want that. He needed to see.

"Look at me," he grunted, even as his hips kept pumping into her.

She didn't. Her eyes squeezed shut harder as her face contorted.

He stilled. "Fucking look at me."

This was my favorite part too. LOVED LOVED the update. More please.

[TheAmazingApe]

This happens after Blue, just as a reference (since it took me forever to update so many times).

PART 10

There was a ringing, an awful, ear-splitting ringing. She burrowed her face into the pillow, only coming up for air when it stopped.

The first feeling was overwhelming dryness. Her eyes seemed nearly stuck together as she tried to open them. Her tongue made an actual scraping noise when she tried to wet her lips. She heard sprinklers outside and nearly wished they could somehow spray through the walls and reach her. She almost moved toward the noise when she felt something tighten across her stomach. Her eyes shot open with what she swore was a crusty squeak. That was when the panic came. She was naked. There was an arm. That arm belonged to a man. That man was Lex Luthor.

She shot forward, letting the nausea flood her with the memories as she lurched toward the bathroom. She side-stepped a pile of glass, her mouth becoming a little too wet with the movement. She made it to the toilet just in time as... nearly nothing came out. She'd had no dinner. There was only the sour taste of scotch trickling its way up from her stomach as she heaved, kneeling by the toilet. She took deep breaths and spit hard into the toilet, hoping it was over. She heard the sprinklers again and lurched to the sink, fumbling for the glass that held the toothbrushes. She dumped it out, only rinsing once before grappling for the knob and filling it. She drained it, letting the water flood her mouth with its slight taste of toothpaste. She leaned against the sink, breathing heavily, almost relieved before her stomach rejected the water.

She dropped to the toilet again, now heaving up the water with more sour scotch and bile. She stared into the toilet, wondering if it was over. It seemed to be. She groped blindly for the toilet paper and blew her nose. She never managed to vomit without some of it creeping into her nose. She rose shakily and leaned over the sink again. She took a few very tentative sips from the glass again, then spit. She almost wanted to vomit again. With her immediate needs taken care of, her mind would be free to actually think. And even vomiting was a walk in the park compared to facing up to the fact that she'd had sex with Lex Luthor. And liked it, a voice inside her jeered. Don't forget that part.

Liking it wasn't such a crime. If she was going to give her body to the devil, then she should at least get something out of it. It was the fact that it had happened at all. Then again, by the time he'd had her coming on the table, she figured she might as well get the rest of the show. But she could have stopped even that. She could have stopped him any time. Why hadn't she?

"Morning, Sullivan." She jumped away from the sink. Luthor was leaning in the doorway. "You look like shit."

He was wearing his boxers, at least. That only served to highlight the fact that she wasn't wearing anything at all. Far past any maidenly gestures to cover herself with her hands, she strode to the door, pushing him out before closing it.

"Oh, then I take it we're not cuddling."

She grabbed her robe off the back of the door and shrugged into it, cinching it almost painfully tight. She strode back to the sink and hastily put some toothpaste on her brush, choosing to concentrate on something else. Because thinking was just not an option right now. She brished away the vomit and sour scotch taste, rinsing several times before reluctantly facing her reflection in the mirror. She'd done this. It wasn't the end of the world. She could deal with it.... Just not today.

She opened the door again and moved into the living room, sidestepping both the man and the broken glass on her way to the kitchen.

"Not talking either, then."

She came out with the broom and started working on the remnants of the bottle and glasses. She wasn't talking. In fact, she rather hoped he'd get the hint and just leave. But no. He was leaning against her table as if he had nowhere to be. Of course. He was a damned billionaire he could probably hire a dozen people to be anywhere he needed to be. But she needed to be... Shit! It was Saturday. She glanced at the clock above the door. It was six in the morning. She needed to be nowhere until her night shift at the Planet. But she still had to get the mess and the man out of the way before Lois came... Where was Lois?

She turned to the answering machine. It was blinking. That must have been the ringing. She left her pile of glass to move toward it, punching the play button. "Hey, Chloe," Lois' voice came through, tinny and slightly hesitant. "I just realized something awful. I mean, I can't believe I completely missed your birthday. I am a first class bitch and I owe you the swankiest dinner imaginable at the restaurant of your choice. And, uh... I'm sorry I didn't come home last night. Gr... Gabriel totally had me out all night... I mean, staking out the mayor. Yeah. Uh... Total bust. Got nothing. I'll... I'll be home soon. I'm sorry, again."

Chloe punched the erase button, pursing her lips angrily. The birthday. She could forgive that easily before she could forgive Lois being out all night on Gabriel's supposed stake-out. Did she have no self-respect? The man was her... Boss, her mind finished as she turned back to Luthor, still lounging against her table, a strange little frown on his face as he stared at the floor. Meanwhile, you just played hide the sausage with the enemy.

"That happen a lot?" Lex asked, finally looking up at her again. "These all-nighters?"

She broke her vow of silence. "If you're thinking this will happen again, then..."

"I'm thinking nothing of the sort," he said, then leered just slightly. "Though now that you mention it..."

"No. Nuh-uh. Never," she bit out, sweeping the glass again roughly. "And what business is it of yours what my cousin and her... self do," she finished awkwardly.

He shrugged and moved out of the way of her broom, smirking again. "Just making conversation."

"I don't want to make conversation with you." She just wanted to sweep the mess away, all the mess, and go about her day. She moved to the kitchen and grabbed the dustpan. "I want you to go. So go."

"I will." He leaned against the table again, all skin and smirk. "I just want to hear you admit it first."

"Admit what?" She tossed the dustpan down and swept some glass into it. She hurriedly took it into the kitchen, dumping it before coming back for the rest.

"That this happened. And it wasn't big, bad Luthor forcing you into it."

"No." She bent over to sweep up the rest, along with the mangled label. "It was half a bottle of scotch that..."

"It wasn't the alcohol, either. That was just a lubricant." He smiled suddenly. "Not that we needed any kind of lubricant with you already so..."

She jolted as she felt her robe parting. He was right behind her as she shot up, dropping the dust pan and its contents. She slapped his hand off her thigh. "Stop it," she grunted, trying to pull away.

He held her there, one hand on her arm, the other at the opening of her robe. "I just want to see."

"That's not seeing, so just..." Her voice, as well as all thought processes, stopped as his fingers searched through her hair, sliding against her where she was, God help her, wet. And getting wetter.

"Know why it happened, Sullivan?" he said in her ear. "Because it felt good. And that's all there is to it." She shivered as his other hand cupped her breast through her robe. "Isn't that funny? Five fucking millions reasons why not, but all it takes to override them is how fucking good it feels."

And he was right. She could analyze it all day. Hell, they'd spent half that night analyzing every second, but it all came down to feeling good. Not in a sweet, all-is-right-with-the-world, buy-the-world-a-coke way. But in the clenching, gripping, heart-beat-all-over-your-body way. She'd never had that. She had it last night. And that was most of why she did it. She was afraid she'd never have it again. She pulled away. She'd live. "My cousin's coming home."

He pulled her to face him. "Oh, yeah. Can't have her finding us like this, can we?"

She held herself away, her arms stiff between them. "Is that some kind of a threat, Luthor?"

"Not at all." His gaze lowered to the gap in her robe. "Obviously, neither of us wants this to get out. Only two people know. Just you and me." He raised his eyes to hers. "Wonder if you can live with that."

"If you think I'm going to let you goad me every chance you..."

"I won't say a word," he said, his eyes widening. "I promised, remember?" He licked his lips. "Doesn't mean I can't watch you squirm. In fact it will bring back fond memories of how you writhed and..."

"I don't want to talk about it, okay?" she snapped. "It's bad enough that it happened. But it did and we can't go back. God, I'm..." She took a deep breath. "I'm not casting blame, here. I'm just... a blank slate."

"So it never happened? Clean slate? That it?"

"Yes."

"Damn." He leaned toward her lips. "Guess I'll just have to start over." His lips were nearly touching hers.

"Get off me," she growled, giving one good push. It worked. He stumbled backwards. Even after that, he managed to look as if he'd won. "Get dressed and get out."

He chuckled. "If I had a nickel for every time..." He straightened and turned to the screen that denoted her bedroom. "Well, I'd have a nickel now."

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He moved behind the screen, gathering his clothes together. It was what he should have done when he heard her retching. It wasn't a new thing to wake up to, the sound of a woman puking. He'd never met a woman that could keep up with him, liquor-wise. But Sullivan had held on pretty well last night. He should be impressed. He found himself pissed instead. She'd ignored him. She'd ignored him. Even as the thought grinded in his mind, he knew it was a spoiled little Luthor thought, brought on by years of clinging heiresses and social climbers. What did he expect, really? Was she supposed to snuggle up? Say "Let's do it again"?

As he pulled his pants over his already-hard cock, he realized that a part of him wouldn't mind at all.

But he knew it wasn't to be. Perhaps that's why he kept pushing. He always wanted it more when he couldn't have it. Even knowing it to be true didn't make it go away.

He smiled as she stomped around, probably trying to clean away any trace of them last night. It wasn't just for Lois' sake. It was for her. She wouldn't want to be reminded. But she would be. He wouldn't even need to say word one. He'd just have to look at her. And he would. He'd do his share of looking once everything came together. He just had to get the man known as Grant Gabriel to keep it in his pants or he'd ruin everything. He wasn't about to acquire the Daily Planet just to have a sexual harassment lawsuit swipe it out from under him. He wondered if that was Lois' game. If it was, she was smarter than he gave her credit for.

Somehow, he doubted it.

He pulled his undershirt over his head and poked his arms through it. His dress shirt was a lost cause. He picked it up and smiled, fingering the places where buttons once were. She'd ripped it right off him. She was just full of surprises. It was almost a shame she seemed so dead-set against a second round. He wondered how she'd respond to bondage, to the semi public places and the danger of being discovered, to very carefully doled out pain, to... He needed a fucking mistress. That's what he needed. He didn't need her. He shouldn't even want her.

He may be her enemy and she was just as surely his. It wasn't Clark. As much as he resented him for becoming a thorn in his side with his constant sanctimonious accusations, it was always Chloe Sullivan, hacking into places she didn't belong. He wasn't even sure how closely Clark was involved, if at all. For all intents and purposes, he was a damned farmer. Though, inside, Lex knew there was something...

"Are you leaving or what?"

His anger returned and, with it, the urge to show who the f*ck gave the orders. He took a deep breath and put his cufflinks in his pocket, tossing his shirt on the other side of the bed. He'd give the orders soon enough. she'd see. He pasted a smile on his face as he moved beyond the screen. He glanced from her, tapping a bare foot against the floor, to his coat over the chair, probably still reeking of scotch. He moved toward her, enjoying her slight flinch as he leaned in, only scooping up his coat.

He smiled, tight-lipped as she waited, her eyes darting from him to the clock to the door. "Guess I'll see you around."

"Yeah. Don't bet on it," she said to some spot over his shoulder. "I'll be busy at the Planet and you'll be busy trying to take over the world, so..."

"That's cute," he said, nodding. "But I'm sure we'll manage to bump into each other."

"Like I said." She finally met his eyes. "Don't count on it."

And, at that point, he just couldn't help it. He threw his coat back to the chair and grasped her neck, pulling her to him in a kiss that was meant to punish her for every time she sneered at him, for every time she and all her little friends treated him like the scum of the earth, for every time she'd made him feel as if he was not fit to breath the same air as the rest of them. And maybe it was true. Maybe he was as low as they came. But he still wanted to punish, hurt...

And then her hands grasped his shirt and they didn't push. They pulled. And suddenly he was being punished. He knew where things were going. He'd be all gone soon. He'd be over that line. He almost felt it. He could open orphanages all over the world, donate wings to every hospital... But this was as close to redemption as he'd get. Untainted hands and lips would never touch him again. He wasn't meant for nice things.

He pulled away, silently grabbing his coat. What was he supposed to do? Turn over a new leaf? Jump back over that line and ignore everything he knew? He'd tried that with Lana. It didn't work. Any woman worth having was already in love with Clark Kent. This one included. He looked back once at her dazed, slightly conflicted face as he turned the doorknob. "Like I said," he said slowly. "I'll see you around."

And he would. And if she hated him now... Well, she'd see.

TBC

Just to warn you, the next part is the last.

[lj715]

Excellent update, can;t believe the next one is the last.

[westwingwolf]

Perfect morning after for these two. Yeah I know this isn't going to end happy but I'm okay with that. Because it happened and no matter what happens to them, they can't deny that it happened. Though I'm sad that there will probably not be a repeat performance because it certainly was hot with all the passion those two have. I'm eager to see how Chloe will react to what Lex has planned.

Though if Lex really needs a mistress, I see no problem with Chloe taking that position, since they both know it's just for the sex and don't expect anything to change about the other.

[dagney]

Super update. I loved the passion and how this story illistrates the fine line between love and hate. I also continue to feel such empathy for lex. I look foward to the next update. Dagney

[OddEvens]

Lois is a bitch.. sorry i have been stood up on my b-day before for a lame reason or excuse it sucks big time.. other wise a great story and can't wait to read more..

[hfce]

Damn that was HOT!!!!! I know it won't have a happy ending but damn they are good. :drool2:

[lilinny]

Fantastic! I wonder what Lex is planning. I can't wait!!!

[letia84]

Great morning. The shock of see Lex making Chloe run for the bathroom was hilarious. He just couldn't leave with out the last word could he?


And he would. And if she hated him now... Well, she'd see.
What on earth could he do now?

[somethingeasy]

Hey AmazingApe… I’m so sorry for the delayed reply. I’ve just come back home from my Australian trip, and I’m still adjusting to the new time difference. Not to mention the fourteen hour flight! You heard me… FOURTEEN hours straight! LOL! But the trip was worth every minute.


She dropped to the toilet again, now heaving up the water with more sour scotch and bile. She stared into the toilet, wondering if it was over. It seemed to be. She groped blindly for the toilet paper and blew her nose. She never managed to vomit without some of it creeping into her nose. She rose shakily and leaned over the sink again. She took a few very tentative sips from the glass again, then spit. She almost wanted to vomit again. With her immediate needs taken care of, her mind would be free to actually think. And even vomiting was a walk in the park compared to facing up to the fact that she'd had sex with Lex Luthor. And liked it, a voice inside her jeered. Don't forget that part.

oh ouch!!! What a horrible way to start any morning. I guess it was too much to hope for a ‘happy’ afterglow, but this was an intensely BAD reaction even beyond anything I might have expected. I loved how the realization (and ensuing panic and sickness) crept up on Chloe to SLAM into her with such horrible, intense force. I guess there’s absolutely no doubt that Chloe knows this was a mistake, and that it would be BAD idea to repeat it again.

Heh, bad idea… no matter how good it was! I also loved how, underneath her nauseated loathing and disgust, there was also a tone of bewilderment as she wondered how and why she could have enjoyed something that she HATES the idea of.


"Morning, Sullivan." She jumped away from the sink. Luthor was leaning in the doorway. "You look like shit."

He was wearing his boxers, at least. That only served to highlight the fact that she wasn't wearing anything at all. Far past any maidenly gestures to cover herself with her hands, she strode to the door, pushing him out before closing it.

"Oh, then I take it we're not cuddling."

ROTFLMAO! This was a perfect bastard reaction from Lex, AmazingApe! I loved how he was acting so cool, collected and well put together while Chloe felt herself breaking into pieces. In fact, he was even mocking her breakdown while showing off how very hot (oh wait, I meant cool) he looked under the same circumstances. I can see it didn’t escape Chloe’s notice how he grabbed a little ‘power’ for himself by covering himself with boxers while Chloe was sick and naked in front of him.


Chloe punched the erase button, pursing her lips angrily. The birthday. She could forgive that easily before she could forgive Lois being out all night on Gabriel's supposed stake-out. Did she have no self-respect? The man was her... Boss, her mind finished as she turned back to Luthor, still lounging against her table, a strange little frown on his face as he stared at the floor. Meanwhile, you just played hide the sausage with the enemy.

LOL! I enjoyed Lois’s ungainly, stammering apology for not remembering Chloe’s birthday and standing her up for the night. It was obvious that Lois felt just awful about it, and the apology, although rather clumsy, was very sweet and really funny.

ROTFL! And I loved the irony of Chloe working herself up into a self-righteous rage about Lois’s lousy taste in sexual partners when she abruptly remembered who SHE had been doing last night, ROTFL! Talk about a rude awakening, LOL!


She broke her vow of silence. "If you're thinking this will happen again, then..."

"I'm thinking nothing of the sort," he said, then leered just slightly. "Though now that you mention it..."

HAH! He was SO thinking about it before she mentioned it. He was probably thinking about it the moment he woke up… probably even as he was watching Chloe dry heave into the toilet, LOL!


"No." She bent over to sweep up the rest, along with the mangled label. "It was half a bottle of scotch that..."

I can understand why Chloe is clutching at reasons at why she gave into such insane behaviour last night. Drunkenness is a good excuse, but we all know (Chloe and Lex included) that it wasn’t the scotch that got them into bed together… although it didn’t really hurt to have their inhibitions lowered a tiny bit.


"It wasn't the alcohol, either. That was just a lubricant." He smiled suddenly. "Not that we needed any kind of lubricant with you already so..."

Dear heavens, how can this man be so vile and so HOT at the same time? You seriously want to slap him and throw him out a window… right after screwing his brains out for the umpteenth time, LOL! It’s a special Luthor gift!


He held her there, one hand on her arm, the other at the opening of her robe. "I just want to see."

"That's not seeing, so just..." Her voice, as well as all thought processes, stopped as his fingers searched through her hair, sliding against her where she was, God help her, wet. And getting wetter.

"Know why it happened, Sullivan?" he said in her ear. "Because it felt good. And that's all there is to it." She shivered as his other hand cupped her breast through her robe. "Isn't that funny? Five fucking millions reasons why not, but all it takes to override them is how fucking good it feels."

that was amazingly HOT! You HAVE to love the way Lex can cut right through the barriers, sense, logic and bullshit and go straight for the weak spot…

He seemed pretty sure of himself that he would find Chloe wet and ready for him. Was Lex just hoping that Chloe was feeling as turned on as he was? Was it pure forceful wishful-thinking on his part or was Chloe giving off some definite signs of arousal that could NOT be missed? Anyhow, I’m quite sure that Lex felt a huge wave of relief to feel Chloe’s wetness… to know that he wasn’t alone in his intense longing to do it again.


And he was right. She could analyze it all day. Hell, they'd spent half that night analyzing every second, but it all came down to feeling good. Not in a sweet, all-is-right-with-the-world, buy-the-world-a-coke way. But in the clenching, gripping, heart-beat-all-over-your-body way. She'd never had that. She had it last night. And that was most of why she did it. She was afraid she'd never have it again. She pulled away. She'd live. "My cousin's coming home."

I LOVE how Chloe has admitted to herself how incredibly body-achingly GOOD it felt to be with Lex Luthor last night. Granted, she knows it was wrong, and she has no intention of repeating this ‘mistake’ again. But at least I’m SO glad that the girl has finally raised her standards and expectations when it comes to a certain level of sexual performance from her partners. At least next time she’s not going to settle and try to ‘make do’ with some clumsy fumbler… not with this experience under her belt.


"I won't say a word," he said, his eyes widening. "I promised, remember?" He licked his lips. "Doesn't mean I can't watch you squirm. In fact it will bring back fond memories of how you writhed and..."

oh dear heavens, he’s still doing that thing where he sounds nastily vile, and still irresistibly hot at the same time. HOW the heck does he manage to combine the two?! It’s not FAIR!!

LOL! Kudos for the Lex dialogue, AmazingApe! Excellent job in capturing him.


"I don't want to talk about it, okay?" she snapped. "It's bad enough that it happened. But it did and we can't go back. God, I'm..." She took a deep breath. "I'm not casting blame, here. I'm just... a blank slate."

"So it never happened? Clean slate? That it?"

"Yes."

"Damn." He leaned toward her lips. "Guess I'll just have to start over." His lips were nearly touching hers.

ROTFLMAO! You simply HAVE to give him points for confidence and persistence. I don’t think there’s any other man who can manage to keep pushing his luck against such rejecting odds, LOL! And he still manages to keep his tone smug and self-assured throughout… as if he’s NOT facing revulsion and rejection at every advance.


He chuckled. "If I had a nickel for every time..." He straightened and turned to the screen that denoted her bedroom. "Well, I'd have a nickel now."

ROTFLMAO! I just LOVE that retort. In fact, I loved the mocking, sardonic sense of humour that Lex kept displaying throughout the morning after. Didn’t HE wake up in a chipper mood, LOL!


He moved behind the screen, gathering his clothes together. It was what he should have done when he heard her retching. It wasn't a new thing to wake up to, the sound of a woman puking. He'd never met a woman that could keep up with him, liquor-wise. But Sullivan had held on pretty well last night. He should be impressed. He found himself pissed instead. She'd ignored him. She'd ignored him. Even as the thought grinded in his mind, he knew it was a spoiled little Luthor thought, brought on by years of clinging heiresses and social climbers. What did he expect, really? Was she supposed to snuggle up? Say "Let's do it again"?

ROTFL! This was an excellent capture of Lex. I can very easily imagine how Lex would have been bothered a hell of a lot more about being ignored and dismissed by his ‘lady friend’ rather than being concerned about the fact that she was puking in the morning afterglow. And I just loved, LOVED how Lex himself realized what a clichéd rich-boy, spoiled, petty kind of attitude he was feeling due to being ignored. I just love it when Lex has a moment of self-awareness… it’s always a lot of fun.


As he pulled his pants over his already-hard cock, he realized that a part of him wouldn't mind at all.

HAH!!! I knew it!!! ROTFLMAO!


But he knew it wasn't to be. Perhaps that's why he kept pushing. He always wanted it more when he couldn't have it. Even knowing it to be true didn't make it go away.

heh, it seems like Lex is having one heck of an epiphany filled morning. But then again, I’m guessing that this is a trait that he’s been aware of for a long time. He’s probably known for a good long while that he has an obsession with meddling with things that he shouldn’t be touching… not to mention an obsession with playing with ‘other people’s’ prized possessions.


He smiled as she stomped around, probably trying to clean away any trace of them last night. It wasn't just for Lois' sake. It was for her. She wouldn't want to be reminded. But she would be. He wouldn't even need to say word one. He'd just have to look at her. And he would. He'd do his share of looking once everything came together. He just had to get the man known as Grant Gabriel to keep it in his pants or he'd ruin everything. He wasn't about to acquire the Daily Planet just to have a sexual harassment lawsuit swipe it out from under him. He wondered if that was Lois' game. If it was, she was smarter than he gave her credit for.

Somehow, he doubted it.

Oooh, that’s actually a pretty good idea for Lois. I certainly don’t think she’s planning to do something like this. But I can very easily imagine her following the vengeful suing route if Gabe ever does anything suicidally stupid like dump her or such.


He pulled his undershirt over his head and poked his arms through it. His dress shirt was a lost cause. He picked it up and smiled, fingering the places where buttons once were. She'd ripped it right off him. She was just full of surprises. It was almost a shame she seemed so dead-set against a second round. He wondered how she'd respond to bondage, to the semi public places and the danger of being discovered, to very carefully doled out pain, to... He needed a fucking mistress. That's what he needed. He didn't need her. He shouldn't even want her.

Lex has a nasty mind… but I just LOVE those hot idea he’s coming up with. Am I the only one who desperately wants to see him trying those out with Chloe?

*crickets chirping*

oookay!!! Just me then :p LOL!

I really loved how Lex could NOT stop his mind from wandering a hundred miles a minute imagining Chloe in all those new and interesting ways that they both can enjoy each other. AND how he tried to forcibly push her out of his mind, telling himself that he can easily find another random mistress to replace her. LOL! riiight, keep telling yourself that, Lex, ROTFL! The poor thing has barely started wanting Chloe. He’s going to have months of long, dark, restless nights ahead of him after this.


His anger returned and, with it, the urge to show who the f*ck gave the orders. He took a deep breath and put his cufflinks in his pocket, tossing his shirt on the other side of the bed. He'd give the orders soon enough. she'd see. He pasted a smile on his face as he moved beyond the screen. He glanced from her, tapping a bare foot against the floor, to his coat over the chair, probably still reeking of scotch. He moved toward her, enjoying her slight flinch as he leaned in, only scooping up his coat.

I appreciated the way Lex savoured the way Chloe flinched away from him just now. It might have been petty of him, but I can see he’s feeling rejected, weak and probably powerless and out of control right now… In fact, I’m pretty sure he’s making frantic plans on how to take charge and regain the upper-hand with regards to Chloe Sullivan. It’s going to be interesting to see how he deals with the aftermaths of this situation. How he manages to make himself feel powerful again (most preferably at Chloe’s humiliating expense).


And, at that point, he just couldn't help it. He threw his coat back to the chair and grasped her neck, pulling her to him in a kiss that was meant to punish her for every time she sneered at him, for every time she and all her little friends treated him like the scum of the earth, for every time she'd made him feel as if he was not fit to breath the same air as the rest of them. And maybe it was true. Maybe he was as low as they came. But he still wanted to punish, hurt...

heh, I guess he was about ready to punish her and make himself feel strong and all-powerful already. This fits in perfectly with Lex Luthor’s character… especially the way that it’s his own self-loathing and insecurities that drive him to inflict pain, suffering and ‘punishment’ on others.


And then her hands grasped his shirt and they didn't push. They pulled. And suddenly he was being punished. He knew where things were going. He'd be all gone soon. He'd be over that line. He almost felt it. He could open orphanages all over the world, donate wings to every hospital... But this was as close to redemption as he'd get. Untainted hands and lips would never touch him again. He wasn't meant for nice things.

Oh this was GORGEOUS and beautiful, AmazingApe… I LOVED it. You did a perfect wonderful job in capturing Lex’s paradoxical nature… not to mention showing how quickly he can change moods, motivations and objectives. Both Chloe and Lex are very alike in the sense that they are both complete slave to their emotions (and obsessions).

I just loved how, in the one brief shining moment, Lex suddenly had HOPE, and he saw the possibilities of redemption, salvation and the chance of becoming a better man who would be loved and adored by people he respects. And I saw it was literally heartbreaking for him to suddenly realize that this kind of possibility was not an option for him… not any longer. Oh poor Lex… DON’T give up, Lex! Try for it anyway! Chloe will help you!!!


He pulled away, silently grabbing his coat. What was he supposed to do? Turn over a new leaf? Jump back over that line and ignore everything he knew? He'd tried that with Lana. It didn't work. Any woman worth having was already in love with Clark Kent. This one included. He looked back once at her dazed, slightly conflicted face as he turned the doorknob. "Like I said," he said slowly. "I'll see you around."

Dammit, Dammit, DAMMIT!!! I seriously friggen HATE Lana Lang. I hate her all anew because I see HER rejection and betrayal was the final straw for Lex. I firmly believe that Lex could have grasped that elusive hope he saw just a moment ago… he COULD have become a kind, generous, decent, wonderful man, worthy of being loved… if only he had trusted in himself to become that better man with Chloe by his side. AAARGH!!! Lana ruined him! She destroyed that hope he held within, and even Chloe couldn’t spark it back to life again.

I seriously think I’m going to cry.


And he would. And if she hated him now... Well, she'd see.

Just to warn you, the next part is the last.

I really, REALLY think I’m going to cry! I was still hoping that Lex might be able to come back to that possibility that left him trembling and breathless earlier, but only ‘one’ more chapter? *shakes head sadly* One more chapter would not present enough time for Chloe and Lex to build up a loving relationship out of THIS kind of a parting. Perhaps two of three more? *hopeful look*

LOL! I had to try, didn’t I?

The ending sentence was a killer, AmazingApe… I’m pretty sure Lex has something simply awful planned as a means of ‘punishing’ Chloe. It’s very interesting, but I think he’s going to be punishing her for not ‘saving him’ as much as making him feel weak and helpless. The poor kids… things could have been so wonderful and spectacular between them, if only… well, IF ONLY!

I look forward to the next chapter. Please update soon.

[showntell]

that was really great and hot...so sad next update is last...but can't wait for it

[DarkFire]

Oh my gosh, this is so HOT. Can't wait to read more.

[ChloeLovesLex]

Lusciously written. You must finish this soon :)

[SVfan1286]

Fabulous update! This fic is incrediable and I'm sad that it's almost over... but I can't wait to read the next chapter. Is there any chance of a sequel?... Just asking!!

[TheAmazingApe]

I'm very sorry for not posting in a while. I've just been bogged down by real life (along with, I admit it, the damn show. Watching what actually happens on Smallville as well as the behind-the-scenes gossip does a number on me being able to write my own version).



Spoilers for Blue, Gemini.

When I started this, it was post-Blue and before Gemini aired. I thought, based on spoilers, that Clark would come back and canoodle with Lana with those bile-inducing "So happy he could fly" spoilers. I wrote out of a bitterness for that. Now, looking at the timeline, I realise I got some canon to deal with. It would be very OOC for Chloe not to acknowledge the events around her. So Clark is frozen, but Chloe doesn't exactly know it at this point. Got it?


PART ELEVEN

Chloe watched the door close behind Lex and looked around, desperate to find something, anything, to do. She didn't want to think, didn't want to remember this last minute, let alone last night. But she'd seen it again, that look on him. It was almost pleading, almost sad. She almost preferred his goading and teasing from before. That was a Lex Luthor she could wrap her head around. But this one... He was supposed to swagger off like the bastard he was. He wasn't supposed to slink away like a sad little boy. She shook her head and shuffled to the couch. No. She didn't pity Lex Luthor. One didn't pity the most ruthless of ruthless billionaires.

Her pulse jumped as the door knob turned. She stood, holding her robe together, then settled. It was only Lois, poking her head in. "Hey, birthday Gi... Oh. There you are." She moved inward and closed the door with her hip, holding two large cups. "And I was so gonna wake you with the sweet aroma of your birthday caramel macchiato." She shrugged and held out one cup. "Anyway, here."

Chloe took the cup and forced a smile. Part of her wanted to shake Lois for having been out on what they both knew was no stake-out. The other part knew she had no room to talk, with what she'd done. "Thanks."

"You'd never believe who I saw down there."

Chloe thought she might have an idea.

"Sonny Warbucks and he reeked like a brewery. I was so tempted to spill coffee on him not completely accidentally, but then I realised that wasn't in the birthday spirit."

Chloe tried to force a laugh, but it came out like a rusty squeak.

"Jeez, you look tired. Mabe you should go back to bed."

"No," Chloe said quickly. "I really just want my coffee." And to change my sheets. She held the cup up and sat down again. "Thanks. It's... just what I wnated."

"Oh, but that's not all." Lois smiled widely. "I made reservations at that swanky Italian joint with the good cake. I can call up Clark and Lana and..."

"Lois," she interrupted. "You're going to have to cancel."

"Cancel? Why? It's your birthday and..."

"And Gabriel has me on at work tonight."

"But he never said a... What could be so urgent that you have to work tonight?"

"Police blotter," she sighed, moving to the couch with her coffee. "Biggest of the month, he says, so..."

"Well, I... you should call and tell him it's your birthday. I'm sure he'd see reason. He's... he's not so bad, really."

"Thanks, but no." If Lois had some kind of leverage, she was not about to take advantage of it. She'd learned the hard way not to take hand-outs - from the elder Luthor. "I'd rather just work tonight." That much was true. If she had work to look forward to, it would leave less room for thinking. She hoped she'd be overworked for the rest of her life.

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Unfortunately, work didn't seem to be on the table. When she got there, Peterson was sitting down, already sighing over his desk and the pile of work that should have been hers. "What are you doing here?"

"Me?" He shrugged and leaned back in his chair. "Missing my son's formative years. You?"

"Well..." She gestured to the police blotter. "I was supposed to..."

"Not a chance, Sullivan." She turned to see Lois, grinning at her from the break room. She stepped out. "Who's up for a birthday dinnerat Scarantino's."

Chloe closed her eyes. "Please tell me you didn't call G..."

"Yeah, she called me," Peterson groaned from behind her. "Told me all about how it was your birthday and you were being forced to work and your cat just died and..."

"I did not," Lois cut in. "I mean, not the cat part, but the rest." She turned to Chloe. "I just couldn't stand you working, not when I feel so awful for neglecting you in the first place. Besides," she threw over her shoulder to Peterson, "I am taking obits on Tuesday, so someone should stop whining."

"Probably have to redo them," Peterson mumbled.

"What's that?"

"Nothing." He glanced around Lois at Chloe. "Happy Birthday, Sullivan. If you see my kid, remind me what color his eyes are."

Lois rolled her eyes and grabbed Chloe by the arm. "Downer," she muttered. "That's what happens when you spend too much time with dead people. Come on, there's something really rich with your name on it, so..."

"Lois, I don't..."

"No more arguments. Gabriel won't even know. Now, let's get..."

"You don't understand. I don't..." She stopped, taking a deep breath. How was she supposed to say that out loud? I don't want to have a birthday. I don't want to be happy. I made my bed and now I want to be miserable in it. It's no more than I deserve. That was how she should feel after what she'd done. And yet... She thought of his words from earlier. Because it felt good. And that's all there is to it. It was strange that the words of Lex Luthor, of all people, would bring her comfort. Last night, she'd done something that felt good. That was it. She wouldn't do it again. But she also couldn't live out the rest of her days beating herself up over it.

"I don't..." She pasted on a smile, hoping it would stick. "I don't think I'm dressed for it."

"Oh, don't even worry." Lois laughed. "It's the prices that are ridiculous there, not the dress code." She tightened her grip on Chloe's arm and pulled her to the elevator. "And you aren't paying a dime. Got it?"

Chloe shook her head and let a real smile creep its way onto her lips. "Yeah. I deserve it. It's my birthday."

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She was almost having a good time. She wasn't exactly a wine officianado, but whatever Lois kept pouring into her glass from the carafe was pretty nice.

She pushed her veal around her plate, then went for her wine glass again. She just couldn't dredge up the apetite to approach her food the way Lois was attacking her linguine with and scallops. The wine seemed to go down easier. Usually, she grimaced at the taste of wine. There was some saying about hair of the dog... She supposed it was true. The only immediate cure for the effects of alcohol was more alcohol.

"This was so supposed to be a bigger deal," Lois was saying between bites. "I wanted to get Smallville her and Lana and... Well, not Jimmy and Kara. That might be awkward. As it is, I couldn't even get Clark and Lana. So, it's me and you."

Chloe couldn't, either. At least not Clark. She wasn't ready to speak to Lana yet. But she'd tried Clark's cell twice, which went straight to voicemail both times. A part of her was afraid there was a bad reason for that. But Lana would have called her if there was any reason to worry... or not. Maybe their last conversation had Lana feeling as disillusioned with her as she was with Lana. Her hand moved toward the purse hanging on the back of her chair of its own accord. She snatched it back. She couldn't call in front of Lois, but soon...

She had a bad feeling. She was too busy feeling sorry for herself to think that something might be seriously wrong. There could be bigger things going on than her birthday. She wasn;t surprised. In her life, there were always bigger things going on than her.

She grasped her purse decidedly. "I should probably see what the ladies' room here looks like. Probably has a couch or..."

"Are you finished with your dinner?"

Chloe put her purse in her lap and looked up at the handsome young waiter. "Yes. I'm done." Just a few more minutes and she could be out of here and on the phone.

Lois looked aghast. "God, Chlo. You hardly touched your food."

Chloe lifted her glass to her lips again. "I touched the wine," she said, faking a smile.

Lois shrugged. "Okay. You're the birthday girl." She turned to the waiter. "You can bring us the check and, you know... that other thing."

Chloe closed her eyes, knowing what that other thing would probably be. As much as she appreciated the birthday dinner, she was in no mood for cake when she had no idea where Clark was, her stomach was still queasy, and she'd spent the previous night in bed with Lex Luthor.

"Lex Luthor," Lois said, a smirk on her face.

"Huh?" Chloe's eyes widened. Had she just said that aloud? She didn't...

"Over at the bar." Lois tipped her head to her left. "What the hell is he doing here?"

Chloe's eyes moved to the bar. And there he was. He wasn't looking their way, but she had no doubt his being here was no accident. The only question was how he'd known. Chloe sighed, feigning absolute disinterest. "I guess even supervillians get a hankering for Osso Bucco once in a while. Let's just ignore him."

"Believe me, no problem," Lois huffed. "I'm off-duty, anyway. I spend enough time hating Luthor on the clock."

Chloe's eyes were drawn to the bar again. His back was to them. Maybe he wasn't there by design, but of all the restaurants, out of all the days...

Her thoughts were stopped short when a fat man with a booming voice started belting "Happy Birthday" in Italian. Lois stood up, grinning. Chloe wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry at the last twenty-four hours. Her best friend was possibly missing, she'd had sex with her worst enemy, and now a fat tenor was singing to her.

On the upside, the cake was chocolate.

Lois stood back, trying to sing the last verse in off-key English as some diners stared at them. Chloe's eyes moved to Lex again. He was the only person in the place not looking over. There was no doubt. He'd known she was here. She just wondered what he meant by showing up.

"Come on," Lois urged, taking her seat again as some of the patrons clapped. "Make your wish."

Chloe stared at the small, round cake. I just want Clark to be safe. Can I have that? Her eyes narrowed as they fell on Lex again. And maybe for Lex Luthor to finally leave us all alone. She took a deep breath and blew out the candles as the patrons clapped perfunctorily before turning back to their meals. Since Clark wasn't magically in front of her and Lex was still at the bar, she supposed the birthday gods weren't on her side. It was a day after, after all.

"Thank you," Chloe said, smiling at the waiter and the singer. They nodded and moved away.

"Oh, you forgot the check," Lois said quickly.

The waiter turned. "Everything's taken care of." He glanced at Chloe. "Happy Birthday."

Lois turned back, her face puzzled. "Who would..." She suddenly smiled, blushing slightly. "Well... Guess we have a mystery benefactor."

Chloe knew who Lois was thinking of. She also knew she was dead wrong. "Guess so," Chloe said, her lips thinning.

"Cake looks yummy," Lois said, swiping a finger in the icing.

Chloe pushed it toward Lois. "Have all you want. I'm not in a cake mood." Especially not when it's been tainted by Luthor money.

"Eh, we can have it at home." Lois stood, tossing down her napkin and stretching. "Why don't we check out that ladies' room?"

"You go on. I'll meet you outside."

"But I thought you had to..."

"I'm fine," Chloe cut in. She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. The wine must be getting to me. I think I just need some air." She offered Lois a shaky smile. "I'll meet you outside."

Lois shrugged again, staring at her strangely. "You're the birthday girl."

Lois had hardly gone two steps before Chloe grasped her purse and coat and headed for the bar. She stood behind him, her eyes boring into the back of his head. "What are you doing here? You aren't wanted."

He didn't turn, but she caught his reflection in the mirrored wall behind the bar. "I wasn't aware this place was so exclusive." He downed the amber liquid in his tumbler, then smiled at the woman behind the bar, dropping a hundred. "Keep the change." The woman beamed as she took it and even that pissed Chloe off. Because he wasn't a kindly benefactor of young bartenders. He was evil personified and he shouldn't be smiled at.

"Am I supposed to think this was a coincidence?"

He took his coat form the barstool and walked past her, hardly glancing at her.

She followed him to the lobby, her eyes narrowing. "You magically show up and our check is magically paid and..."

"I never said it was a coincidence." He shrugged into his coat, opening the door to the chilling wind.

She followed him out, still clasping her own coat to her side. "What did you do? Follow us?"

"No." He handed a ticket to the valet attendant along with another carelessly offered hundred.

"Is this some kind of payment?" She was nearly shaking with anger. "Because this is bad enough without the added bonus of being treated like some floozy to be bought off with..."

"Miss?" Chloe turned, seeing her waiter at the door. He was holding a box. "You forgot your cake. I took the liberty of..."

"Yeah. Thanks." Chloe took the box quickly, trying to smile. It wouldn't do to be seen about town arguing with Lex Luthor. "Thanks very much." She turned back as the door closed behind him, her smile falling away.

"That the birthday cake?" Lex glanced down, but not at the box in her hands. "Want to give me a slice?"

Her hands itched to open the box and shove the whole thing in his face even as her skin flushed with awareness. Doing it once was forgivable... maybe. But never again. "What exactly are you up to?"

He smirked, turning to the street. "Just another birthday present. Wanted you and yours to have a little fun."

"No." She shook her head. "There's more to it than that."

A silver porsche pulled to the curb and the attendant got out, tossing the keys his way. He caught them easily, turning back to her. "Like I said, have fun... while you can."

She stared as he moved around to the driver's side. "What's that supposed to... mean?" she finished on a shaky breath as he squealed off down Fourth Street. She stared after his car. While you can...

"Oh, thank God!" She jumped slightly as Lois appeared in the open door behind her. "I thought someone made off with the cake." She took the box from Chloe's limp hands. "This is so gonna be breakfast." She felt Lois' free hand on her face. "Hey. You feel any better?"

Chloe turned to her cousin. "Lots better," she lied.

"You don't look better. You look kind of worse than you did."

"Nothing sleep won't fix."

But sleep was not to be had. She changed the sheets. She stuffed his abandoned shirt in the Talon's wastebasket far below her. But she could still smell him, feel him... His hands ghosted over her as his words echoed in her mind. While you can...

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"Merry Christmas," Lois muttered, pacing back and forth as Chloe stared into space. "Yeah, f*cking right. Can you believe it? He's going to be our boss!"

Chloe stared ahead of her. Being trapped in an elevator with a bomb? Nothing compared to this. She never thought her birthday wishes would have come out so uneven. Clark was home, but Lex was far from leaving her alone.

Her boss.

She closed her eyes, hoping it would all just go away. She'd pushed it away all these months. It was easier when she didn't have to see him. But to walk into that office every day... To know he'd be there...

TBC

Yes. I've left it open for a sequel. When I do one, it would also kind of go with canon. I consider it a challange. As any of you who read Almost Clark know. I'm a fan of smutty missing scenes. I feel there's room for more.

[westwingwolf]

I wanted to hit Lois for not just leaving Chloe alone, but then again I knew it wasn't Lois' fault and she was just trying to be nice. You know what? Screw that, Lois was feeling guilty as she should and she cared more about alleviating her own feelings than listening to what Chloe wanted. Back to being mad at Lois.

I'm thrilled that Lex isn't out of Chloe's life and will probably never be. I wonder if he will do worse to her than taking over the Planet. I'm interested in what other plans he has for her, since I know Lex isn't one to let his obsessions go.

Great story! Look forward to the sequel.

[dagney]

The earth shaking rumble you feel is me jumping up and down. i loved this story, i'm so excited for more. Another story yeah. i have enjoyed your other stories on the krypto site but this is the only place I respond. You've made my day. Dagney

[MelBee1985]

I read your last chapter this morning and I have to admit I love that you went cannon and had Lex bought the DP. Opens for a sequel that you MUST write hehe...

I don't blame Lois that much though. I mean it was not really nice from her to ditch Chloe, but I think it can happen to everyone and I think that she tried to csatch up after.. Plus, if she hadn't ditch her, we wouldn't have got this fic, right? ;)

[hfce]

What a great update and ending. Lois is an annoying ass. Chloe welcome to Lex obsession. :D

[tatie87]

I want more. I hope u write a sequel. I need more Lex and Chloe banter and antagonism!!!

[lj715]

Excellent update. I kinda got lost when I first read it but then I quickly re-read & it all fit together . A sequel would be great.

[Impress]

Good ending to a good fic. Looking forward to the sequel.

[somethingeasy]

Chloe watched the door close behind Lex and looked around, desperate to find something, anything, to do. She didn't want to think, didn't want to remember this last minute, let alone last night. But she'd seen it again, that look on him. It was almost pleading, almost sad. She almost preferred his goading and teasing from before. That was a Lex Luthor she could wrap her head around. But this one... He was supposed to swagger off like the bastard he was. He wasn't supposed to slink away like a sad little boy. She shook her head and shuffled to the couch. No. She didn't pity Lex Luthor. One didn't pity the most ruthless of ruthless billionaires.

oh dear GOD, AmazingApe… You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? It broke my heart to imagine that Chloe actually SAW the pleading, despairing species of hope in Lex’s expression… she actually SAW him begging her to ‘save him’, but she was too dumb-struck and confused to know what to do or how to handle this bizarre situation. If only she had…

oh that is the absolutely worst part, I really DON’T KNOW what she could have DONE!!! What words could she have used in this bizarre situation?! Thanks for the fuck, I didn’t completely regret that it happened? I enjoyed spending time with you, but let’s never talk again? You gave me a very memorable and wonderful birthday, but don’t you dare mention it to anyone?

I actually spent some considerable time thinking about SOME kind of lovely, beautiful appropriate words Chloe could have used to have said a endearing and heartfelt goodbye to Lex while still making it clear that this does NOT mean the beginning of a trusting relationship between the two of them. The history between them is too twisted and complicated for them to have ended this on a lovely, sweet note… no matter how desperate they were for that sweet closing note.


"Sonny Warbucks and he reeked like a brewery. I was so tempted to spill coffee on him not completely accidentally, but then I realised that wasn't in the birthday spirit."

heh, now wouldn’t it have been AWESOME if Lois had somehow known what had happened between the two of them? But, then again, it only would have added more trauma, angst and complications onto the scene… hmmm, and that is a bad thing, how? Lol!

Seriously though, I thought it was very thoughtful of Lois to come barging in, determined to give her cousin a fantastic (albeit belated) birthday. She actually brought her coffee in bed… what a sweet thing to do. Lois might be brash, tactless and even thoughtless and careless sometimes… but she’s a lovely, generous, giving person… and a great friend to have on your side.


"No," Chloe said quickly. "I really just want my coffee." And to change my sheets. She held the cup up and sat down again. "Thanks. It's... just what I wnated."

ouch! It seems like Chloe needs some time to recover from her ‘afterglow’ from the explosive hate-sex. She’s STILL feeling tremors or bewildered disgust about what she’s done.


"Oh, but that's not all." Lois smiled widely. "I made reservations at that swanky Italian joint with the good cake. I can call up Clark and Lana and..."

awww, isn’t Lois an absolute sweetheart? :D AND she even invited farmboy and princess Blana. Even though she dislikes both of these people, she still invited them because she knows that Chloe cares about them. It’s wonderful seeing the priority and concern Lois is putting on Chloe… granted, it’s a day late, but it’s still highly appreciated.


"Well, I... you should call and tell him it's your birthday. I'm sure he'd see reason. He's... he's not so bad, really."

"Thanks, but no." If Lois had some kind of leverage, she was not about to take advantage of it. She'd learned the hard way not to take hand-outs - from the elder Luthor. "I'd rather just work tonight." That much was true. If she had work to look forward to, it would leave less room for thinking. She hoped she'd be overworked for the rest of her life.

sheeesh! Lois has seriously bad taste in men, and suffers a complete lack in tact and discretion! It’s bad enough that’s he’s ‘doing her boss’, but she doesn’t even think twice about asking said boss for petty favours in the workplace? The girl has a LOT to learn about how a ‘real job’ works in the real world. And she’d better learn fast!


"Yeah, she called me," Peterson groaned from behind her. "Told me all about how it was your birthday and you were being forced to work and your cat just died and..."

"I did not," Lois cut in. "I mean, not the cat part, but the rest." She turned to Chloe. "I just couldn't stand you working, not when I feel so awful for neglecting you in the first place. Besides," she threw over her shoulder to Peterson, "I am taking obits on Tuesday, so someone should stop whining."

"Probably have to redo them," Peterson mumbled.

*phew* oh thank heavens that Lois didn’t use Gabriel as a means of getting Chloe off work tonight… Instead, Lois actually volunteered for some nasty extra work at her end to make up for Chloe’s time… what a sweet, wonderful thing to do! And I am SO proud of Lois for having the tact to understand that Chloe didn’t want her using her ‘Gabriel contact’ in this regard. Perhaps Lois CAN learn after all?


"Nothing." He glanced around Lois at Chloe. "Happy Birthday, Sullivan. If you see my kid, remind me what color his eyes are."

ROTFL! And I really liked Peterson… the guy was such a grouch, but his cynical, sardonic attitude made him a fun read.


"You don't understand. I don't..." She stopped, taking a deep breath. How was she supposed to say that out loud? I don't want to have a birthday. I don't want to be happy. I made my bed and now I want to be miserable in it. It's no more than I deserve. That was how she should feel after what she'd done. And yet... She thought of his words from earlier. Because it felt good. And that's all there is to it. It was strange that the words of Lex Luthor, of all people, would bring her comfort. Last night, she'd done something that felt good. That was it. She wouldn't do it again. But she also couldn't live out the rest of her days beating herself up over it.

"I don't..." She pasted on a smile, hoping it would stick. "I don't think I'm dressed for it."

oh dear, poor Chloe! I was hoping that she would be able to accept the ‘casual fuck’ from yesterday as a stand-alone night and be able to move past it relatively easily… but it seems like she’s been brooding about it ALL DAY! And she’s probably hell-bent on ‘punishing herself’ for her indiscretion and ‘Bad, No-good doings’.

I’m actually not surprised by this… I was hoping that she would be able to deal with it better, but I’m not really surprised that she’s filled with self-loathing, bewilderment and confusion over what happened.

But it WAS a pleasant surprise to see that Chloe used Lex’s own words to pull herself out of her brooding, self-loathing funk. LOL! I loved the irony of Chloe using Lex’s advice (of all things) to help herself. LOL!


"Oh, don't even worry." Lois laughed. "It's the prices that are ridiculous there, not the dress code." She tightened her grip on Chloe's arm and pulled her to the elevator. "And you aren't paying a dime. Got it?"

Chloe shook her head and let a real smile creep its way onto her lips. "Yeah. I deserve it. It's my birthday."

Yayyy Chloe! I think she’s doing an excellent job in putting herself together now… with help from both Lex and Lois (of all the possible combination, LOL!). I love how Lois is so darned determined to make sure Chloe has a good time tonight… whether she wants it or not.

I’m pretty sure that there’s a certain amount of guilt driving Lois forward (for blowing Chloe off last night to make out with a ‘boyfriend’ that she should NOT have been with in the first place). But I’m ALSO certain that it’s mostly pure cousinly love and concern that Lois is displaying on Chloe’s behalf. What a lovely cousin!


She pushed her veal around her plate, then went for her wine glass again. She just couldn't dredge up the appetite to approach her food the way Lois was attacking her linguine with and scallops. The wine seemed to go down easier. Usually, she grimaced at the taste of wine. There was some saying about hair of the dog... She supposed it was true. The only immediate cure for the effects of alcohol was more alcohol.

heh, I guess I spoke too soon about Chloe regaining her equilibrium from the after-effects of last night. She’s handling herself quite well, but I guess there’s still a considerable amount of guilt plaguing her right now. Oh well… at least there’s good wine and good LOUD company for Chloe to be able to drown her guilt in, lol!


She had a bad feeling. She was too busy feeling sorry for herself to think that something might be seriously wrong. There could be bigger things going on than her birthday. She wasn’t surprised. In her life, there were always bigger things going on than her.

oh for heaven’s sake, Chloe!!! Will you PLEASE stop putting yourself down all the time like that?!? Seriously, this girl needs some serious ‘obsessive Luthor attention’ to make her realize her self-worth. Let’s bring on Lex Luthor’s scary, single-minded, determined focus, shall we? Now THAT is something that can do wonders for any girl’s ego, ROTFL!


Chloe lifted her glass to her lips again. "I touched the wine," she said, faking a smile.

Lois shrugged. "Okay. You're the birthday girl." She turned to the waiter. "You can bring us the check and, you know... that other thing."

I seriously loved, LOVED how Lois offered this completely generous, non-demanding, unquestioning, supportive and selfless form of company tonight. It was all exactly what Chloe needed, and I am SO glad that she has someone like Lois to bolster her during this particularly difficult day.


Chloe's eyes were drawn to the bar again. His back was to them. Maybe he wasn't there by design, but of all the restaurants, out of all the days...

Her thoughts were stopped short when a fat man with a booming voice started belting "Happy Birthday" in Italian. Lois stood up, grinning. Chloe wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry at the last twenty-four hours. Her best friend was possibly missing, she'd had sex with her worst enemy, and now a fat tenor was singing to her.

On the upside, the cake was chocolate.

Ouch! It DOES seem like Chloe is having one hell of a night… it’s actually quite amazing that she’s not suffering through a major nervous breakdown, considering all the out-of-control factors that are playing havoc with her life. But I’m going to say that it’s mostly Lois’s uncompromising determination to make Chloe have FUN that’s actually keeping Chloe’s spirits up and holding her together. I seriously think she would have broken apart if she had been left alone to her brooding. Right now, she can’t help but see the ridiculousness of the situation as well as the stress and complications. Nothing like a very brash friend to help you gain some perspective, LOL!


Lois stood back, trying to sing the last verse in off-key English as some diners stared at them. Chloe's eyes moved to Lex again. He was the only person in the place not looking over. There was no doubt. He'd known she was here. She just wondered what he meant by showing up.

HAH! I’m glad that Chloe was able to verify that Lex was here because of HER. He probably learned about Lois’s birthday reservations at this restaurant, and made plans to attend Chloe’s dinner (from a distance).

Squeeee! We’re seeing the beginnings of Luthor obsession!! How delightful! How WONDERFUL!!! I wonder what he’s thinking?


Chloe stared at the small, round cake. I just want Clark to be safe. Can I have that? Her eyes narrowed as they fell on Lex again. And maybe for Lex Luthor to finally leave us all alone. She took a deep breath and blew out the candles as the patrons clapped perfunctorily before turning back to their meals. Since Clark wasn't magically in front of her and Lex was still at the bar, she supposed the birthday gods weren't on her side. It was a day after, after all.

I rather liked how Chloe’s wish was divided up between two people, which didn’t include herself. All of her concern and focus was firmly trained on both Clark and Lex… I think this speaks the beginning of a VERY interesting triangle that’s coming up. squeeee!!! Exciting times ahead! I look forward to seeing how it turns out!


Lois turned back, her face puzzled. "Who would..." She suddenly smiled, blushing slightly. "Well... Guess we have a mystery benefactor."

Chloe knew who Lois was thinking of. She also knew she was dead wrong. "Guess so," Chloe said, her lips thinning.

"Cake looks yummy," Lois said, swiping a finger in the icing.

Chloe pushed it toward Lois. "Have all you want. I'm not in a cake mood." Especially not when it's been tainted by Luthor money.

Heh. Lex actually had the nerve to pay for Chloe’s birthday cake, huh? Although, I honestly don’t know whether it was a sweet, heartfelt gesture where he just wanted to give Chloe a present… OR whether it was because he was shooting her a gloating, warning shot about how he’s going to be VERY much involved in her life from here on in…

Considering Lex’s paradoxical nature, it could very easily have been BOTH! It could have been a gesture of heartfelt respect and well-wishes as well as a warning that he was planning something malevolent. ROTFL! Don’t you simply ADORE Lex’s near schizophrenic nature, and the way he can combine contradicting objectives in every move that he makes? LOL!


Lois had hardly gone two steps before Chloe grasped her purse and coat and headed for the bar. She stood behind him, her eyes boring into the back of his head. "What are you doing here? You aren't wanted."

He didn't turn, but she caught his reflection in the mirrored wall behind the bar. "I wasn't aware this place was so exclusive." He downed the amber liquid in his tumbler, then smiled at the woman behind the bar, dropping a hundred. "Keep the change." The woman beamed as she took it and even that pissed Chloe off. Because he wasn't a kindly benefactor of young bartenders. He was evil personified and he shouldn't be smiled at.

Ouch! That was a cruel, cutting statement from Chloe… but nothing less than what I expected. I can’t help but wonder whether Lex felt the least bit hurt by Chloe’s cold, venomous opening statement… or did he feel validated and satisfied by the attention, and happy that he was effecting her so strongly?

It’s damned HARD to pin down what Lex Luthor is thinking… mostly because I think it’s hard for even HIM to sort out his true feelings, motivations and objectives when he becomes emotionally invested (and obsessed) with anything… or anyone.

LOL! but I did love how irritated Chloe was about how Lex was behaving so unpredictably. And how she couldn’t read him at all, or figure out what he was thinking or what he wanted… the only thing she DID know was that he was plotting something, and that it was centred around her. Can you really blame her for being freaked out? LOL!


"I never said it was a coincidence." He shrugged into his coat, opening the door to the chilling wind.

She followed him out, still clasping her own coat to her side. "What did you do? Follow us?"

"No." He handed a ticket to the valet attendant along with another carelessly offered hundred.

LOL! It seems like Lex has figured out the BEST way to keep Chloe at ill-ease, freaked and on her toes is to keep her completely bewildered. He’s giving away absolutely nothing about what he’s thinking or planning… which is frustrating (and scaring) the heck out of her. I LOVE that!!!


"Is this some kind of payment?" She was nearly shaking with anger. "Because this is bad enough without the added bonus of being treated like some floozy to be bought off with..."

ouch! What a vile thing to suppose! I have NO doubt that Lex didn’t think of this at ALL! Mostly because he knows that Chloe would kick him in the balls if he made even the slightest suggestion that she was ‘buyable’ even with his billions.


"That the birthday cake?" Lex glanced down, but not at the box in her hands. "Want to give me a slice?"

Her hands itched to open the box and shove the whole thing in his face even as her skin flushed with awareness. Doing it once was forgivable... maybe. But never again. "What exactly are you up to?"

ROTFLMAO! Not only is he being frustratingly closed off about what he’s thinking or doing here… but he’s even dropping hints of irresistible sexual innuendos at her. LOL! And this is just a ‘little’ taste of his sexy double-entendres… what’s going to happen when Lex is working at the DP as her boss, exposing Chloe to his sexy-self 9-12 hours a day, six days a week? She’s responding to even this ‘little taste’ over here… how is she supposed to resist long-term exposure.

Oh this is going to be FUN!


A silver porsche pulled to the curb and the attendant got out, tossing the keys his way. He caught them easily, turning back to her. "Like I said, have fun... while you can."

oh dear! This does NOT sound good… it sounds bad.. so VERY bad… but does it mean bad in a bad way or in a ‘gooood’ way, LOL! Whatever the case, it definitely has ominous overtones, and I can imagine Chloe is freaked out… in fact, Lex probably specifically designed this whole appearance at Chloe birthday dinner as a means of freaking her out. That bastard! You’ve gotta love the way he gets his objectives fulfilled.


But sleep was not to be had. She changed the sheets. She stuffed his abandoned shirt in the Talon's wastebasket far below her. But she could still smell him, feel him... His hands ghosted over her as his words echoed in her mind. While you can...

I loved the idea of Chloe going to sleep still feeling Lex’s hands, smelling him, feeling him and hearing him on her. I can’t help but imagine Lex ALSO lying in his bed, trying block out the feel of Chloe’s skin, the sound of her moans and the vibrations of her thrusting and pulsing as HE also tries to go to sleep.


Chloe stared ahead of her. Being trapped in an elevator with a bomb? Nothing compared to this. She never thought her birthday wishes would have come out so uneven. Clark was home, but Lex was far from leaving her alone.

Her boss.

She closed her eyes, hoping it would all just go away. She'd pushed it away all these months. It was easier when she didn't have to see him. But to walk into that office every day... To know he'd be there...

Squeeee! So I guess we know what Lex was up to, and what kind of ‘vicious, malevolent plans’ he made to ‘get Chloe’… Now it’s only a question on what WAY he wants to ‘get Chloe’. Does he just want to exact cruel, humiliating vengeance on her? Or does he want to enjoy the pleasures of sex with her again? Or has he become obsessed with the idea of gaining the affections of this pure, untainted, intelligent, passionate, wonderful, remarkable woman all for himself?

Dammit!!! I guess I’m going to have to wait for a Lex Luthor point of view before I finally get an idea on what’s ticking in that Luthor brain. Not to mention waiting for Lex to sort out his objectives for himself too, LOL!

I was delighted to see that you were planning on continuing this, AmazingApe… Thank you, thankyou, THANK YOU for deciding to go with a sequel to continue the Chlexy complications. It’s going to be a fantastic read, and I seriously cannot WAIT to see the various ways that these two characters fight against each other. Perhaps it’s going to end in horrible, traumatizing violence and death… or perhaps there’s going to be lots of more hate sex (followed by violence and death)… OR perhaps, just perhaps… Lex might be able to find the love and acceptance that he was yearning for at the end of their sexual encounter THAT night?

So MANY possibilities. I can’t wait to see which one AmazingApe chooses to follow. I just know I’ll love whether path she chooses. Best of luck and best regards.

[lilinny]

I want more. I hope u write a sequel. I need more Lex and Chloe banter and antagonism!!!

What tatie said. Fantastic job!!!!

[glasshadow]

Wow. Very nice. For one thing, you do a fantastic job of writing complex characters and their sometimes paradoxical thoughts and feelings; your characters have depth and authenticity. And it doesn't just seem like you changed your mind mid-story, as their complexities and inconsistencies are, well, consistent.

I confess to having been rather nervous at the beginning, as a drunken Chloe was pushed by Lex. But then I reminded myself that he's generally evil and therefore not expected to not be somewhat sleezy. Then she stood up for herself and it was great.

Also, you've done a really nice job making Chloe a strong but imperfect character, and therefore all the more interesting. True, Lex has done some despicable things, but he didn't start out that way - and Chloe's insistence that he is the "personification of evil" shows a stumbling block for her. I don't really think she's so simple as to believe that, but her desire to believe that is an interesting aspect of her character.

And of course, this story was very, very hot. Yes, the sex scenes were hot, but the really great part was all the sexual tension leading up to it. And not just any sexual tension - Chlex sexual tension :) You did a great job of messing with the characters without altering their basic composition.

Reading this I was torn by my usual desire for a happy ending and the seeming impossibility that such an honest story could somehow bring these two together in a happy way without devaluing all the preceding honesty and complexity. Oh, and your insistence on keeping it within canon :). I'll probably have the same conflicted feeling when I read the sequel. I'll suffer through it somehow, bring it on!

In short: Loved the fic, can't wait to read the sequel.

[jem]

wha??

that was no conclusion!!

that was a killller cliff hanger for the rest of it (aka the sequel)....

loved it loved it!!

cant wait for the rest of it... yes, the morning after scene was amazingly twisted, and the birthday - lex buying the DP..

tortured chloe -- twisted lex...

cant wait for their reunion in the next bit..

congrads! awesome fic!

[letia84]

Darn it Lois just back off. She forget and to make her self feel better she just over does it. I wonder if she stopped for a moment she could notice that Chloe was a little out of it when she arrived home.

HUH? That was more of a start then and ending. What could Lex be up to. If its canon SV then I think we all know but it would great to read it Chlex style.

Please write part 2 b/c sequels make me happy.:grin3:

[Kit Merlot]

Darn it Lois just back off. She forget and to make her self feel better she just over does it. I wonder if she stopped for a moment she could notice that Chloe was a little out of it when she arrived home.

HUH? That was more of a start then and ending. What could Lex be up to. If its canon SV then I think we all know but it would great to read it Chlex style.

Please write part 2 b/c sequels make me happy.:grin3:

I agree with your whole post! I can just picture EDLois trying to make up to Chloe for forgetting, and then completely ignoring/overlooking Chloe's obvious distraction.

And I like how you had Chloe being suspicious of Lex's motives for being at the restaurant and then for paying their bill, but at the same exact time, she was aroused by him as well. AWESOME!!

Can't wait for the sequel, and letia? Your Chlex banner is gorgeous;)

[SVfan1286]

Wonderfull ending, to an incrediable story! I love Lois, but God that woman is annoying! I love/hate the cliffhanger... I'm looking forward to reading the sequel! Great story, well written... and sexy as Hell!!

[showntell]

A sequel would be awesome...

Love the thought of you trying to fit it in with cannon...since you did a great job of it so far....

[karila]

It was really a great story.

[purplemoon123]

Chlex season 7 that doesn't include amnesia or coersion and still keeps with the plot *snicker* of the show.

WOW!!!! My brain is stuck with that word. WOW!!!

That was some hot Chlex :hankpank:!!!!

Off to read the sequel and demand more

Rocio

[starmoon]

i just love this story and can't wait for the sequel!!! :nsparty:

[malugargula]

This fic is great. I loved everything about it
:)
Now I`ll read the sequel

[SianUrsula]

Brilliant. Love a bit of dark, angry, angsty sex! Bravo!

[gab01]

OMG i am soo glad bekah recommended this fic it was amazing!!! so well written!! and oh so very hot!!

[Nimmie]

This is amazingly good. so clearly written. I love it, and you..... Did someone say sequel????

Awsome
thanks
N

[Lex Luthor]

Just re-read this, seeing as Chloe's birthday just passed on Smallville. This is a truly fantastic fic.

[lilacfaery]

This fic was just amazing. It was incredibly hot! With enjoyable Chloe/Lex interaction that led to fantastic smut. You certainly write Chlex well. Now I'm off to go see if you've written a sequel.

[jkar]

A gripping story with very real emotions coming through.

Thank you.

[Sway]

That was awesome!

[maja]

Great fic

[sinecure]

I adore this fic. I can't get enough of Chloe and Lex's bantering, and when it's dark and hot and sexy? What better? This is just freaking hot and so yummy, and the ending. Perfect. Thank god you continued it, 'cause :drool2:

[momdaegmorgan]

Oooo! Angsty smut...angsmut? Smangst sounds better but this isn't really smutty angst. Hm... Ignore me, I'm strange.

Anyway, I read this fic months and months ago, back when I was marathoning Chlex fics, and I kept forget to review it (along with oh...50 others). So here I am. Hi! :)

Love this fic. Of course I do, it's got angst and smut and in-character characters and it's well written and just...NUM! Sure I haven't made it to the episodes in question but it didn't adversely affect my enjoyment of the fic. And spoilers? Spoilers be damned! I think I've known just about every major plot point in the show since before I started shipping Chlex.

Also? Love the sequel, but since I'm behind on reading it, I'll wait until I catch up before reviewing. :)

[cbrown80]

Great fic, I love how you manage to fit Chlex into the actual show. It's sad that no one remembers Chloe's birthday especially her 21st. Although the show does seem to ignore Chloe in favor of Lois or Lana. I liked that you showed both Lex and Chloe's POV's since on the show I can't figure out Lex most of the time. He's the character that confuses me the most as to what his motives are. Also a nice lead in to "The Depths We Sink To" which I'm also reading.

[TheAmazingApe]

Just read that this had more reviews. Thanks so much. It was my first Chlex and I really am proud of it.

I'm still working on the sequel (wee hiatus right now). I'm hoping to finish it before summer ends.

[galleta]

Just read that this had more reviews. Thanks so much. It was my first Chlex and I really am proud of it.

I'm still working on the sequel (wee hiatus right now). I'm hoping to finish it before summer ends.


Can't wait to read the sequel. This was a great story - definitely one of the best Chlex stories. The banter, their thoughts, the sex, the perfect cliff hangers.....all around great story!

[emms14]

Woah!! I'm blown away. Awesome story, awesome hate sex, awesome character portrayals, awesome everything!! Can't wait to read the sequel. :D

-emms14

[TheAmazingApe]

Can't wait to read the sequel. This was a great story - definitely one of the best Chlex stories. The banter, their thoughts, the sex, the perfect cliff hangers.....all around great story!

Thanks so much. This story was a fun, naughty thrill to write.


Woah!! I'm blown away. Awesome story, awesome hate sex, awesome character portrayals, awesome everything!! Can't wait to read the sequel. :D

-emms14

It's still in progress, but it's there. It's not as fun and way more plotty (dumb, old canon. Stop making me justify you and your lightswitches), but I feel obligated to fix canon in the Chlexiest way possible.

[SouthernChlex]

This is exactly how a relationship between Chloe and Lex would start up. I can't wait to read the sequel, it's calling to me now.

[TheAmazingApe]

This is exactly how a relationship between Chloe and Lex would start up. I can't wait to read the sequel, it's calling to me now.

It's still a work-in-progress. But I just couldn't let this story lie finished with what else happens for them in that season. A canon affair seemed so darned possible.

[TheAmazingApe]

Just thought I'd share the lovely banner Bkwurm1 made for this fic...

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[davandeek]

I'm dying to read more! I love it how lex seems so mysterious! It's like in my opinion he loves chloe and wants to be with her.

[TheAmazingApe]

I'm dying to read more! I love it how lex seems so mysterious! It's like in my opinion he loves chloe and wants to be with her.

Well, maybe not overtly in this fic, but he'll get there.

The sequel's still in progress, but it should be done this week. :)

[jstarr713]

Loved it! Moving on to the sequel

[Annie13]

great story

[jstarr713]

I love reading this. Nothing like a romp with the enemy

[TheAmazingApe]

So glad people are still finding this one. I unabashedly love hatesex. From Spuffy to Chlex to Clex. Nothing like enemies getting down and dirty. ;)

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[Random]

Just can't seem to stop reading this fic - thanks!

[spaceboi's pixie]

Brilliant :D

[TheAmazingApe]

Thanks. :) Glad people still enjoy this one.

[malugargula]

I love it... I'm always rereading it and the sequel
:)

[senay-jor]

Wow!! Just finished rereading it, almost forgot how great it is.

[swirly268]

just love it, can't wait to read the sequel!

[TheAmazingApe]

Aw, heck, you guys.

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So glad you enjoyed. I should be starting the third and final fic of this trilogy by May. So look out for that!

[Ami Rose]

Loved it! Moving on to the sequel

Me too.

[TheAmazingApe]

Me too.

Just a warning. The sequel is only the second in a trilogy and I have not yet started the third. But I will be starting it in the next month or so.

Just apologizing in advance for any wait you may experience with deep shame.

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[lexie]

Just a warning. The sequel is only the second in a trilogy and I have not yet started the third. But I will be starting it in the next month or so.

Just apologizing in advance for any wait you may experience with deep shame.

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Oh, you've just gone and posted a gif from my favourite episode of The Vicar of Dibley! I love Richard Armitage and, of course, Dawn's hilarious. Richard's done a lot to stimulate my writing muse with his wonderful gallery of characters in recent years.

I look forward to the next episode in this saga. Hopefully, Chloe and Lex will get their happy ending or, as happy an ending as possible, considering how things stand between them at this point.

[TheAmazingApe]

Oh, you've just gone and posted a gif from my favourite episode of The Vicar of Dibley! I love Richard Armitage and, of course, Dawn's hilarious. Richard's done a lot to stimulate my writing muse with his wonderful gallery of characters in recent years.

Another Vicar fan! I collect as many Dawn French gifs as possible and just love when people recognize them. Between Vicar or Dibley and F&S, she's my girl!


I look forward to the next episode in this saga. Hopefully, Chloe and Lex will get their happy ending or, as happy an ending as possible, considering how things stand between them at this point.

It'll be novel length, so I am confident I can get them there. It'll be a lot of work, but I really want to write those two riding off into the sunset. :)

[TheAmazingApe]

Self-Bumping just in case anyone wants to read or reread these and to announce that I am just about to start the long-promised third and final part in this Chlex trilogy. If anyone's interested, I'll see you on the thread in a day or two!

[allygator]

Really enjoyed reading this story! Thanks!

[TheAmazingApe]

Really enjoyed reading this story! Thanks!

Thank you. So glad you liked! :)