Game Plan (NC-17) *COMPLETE 7/25/08*

[BackupLover]

Title: Game Plan
Author: BackupLover
Disclaimer: Not mine. If AlMiles would like to give me Michael Rosenbaum in exchange for fixing their awful cannon pairing of Lexana, it would be much appreciated and coveted. But at the moment, not mine.

Summary: Thoughts inside of a billionaire's head as he meets up with his borderline obsession at a party. Some references of cannon, but much lighter than what had occurred. Centered mostly around Lex's hidden internal monologue, smut comes later.
**First time writing smut, so please review with suggestions on how to improve.**

Part I

He watched her from across the room, eyes raking up the corset-style back of green ribbon to flawless skin. She was his ideal woman- intelligent, tenacious, gorgeous without knowing the fact. Too many years of being pushed aside for the small town beauty queen had impacted her sense of self-worth.

But he had always seen her. The woman beneath the shell that was waiting to emerge victorious. Which was why her best friend was the easiest way to confirm his suspicion of Clark’s abilities. Obsession blinded him to the repercussions of that choice. Ones he would take back if he could.

It was a stroke of luck that she hadn’t asked him what he thought of her that time she commanded the truth. He had been relieved that she only wanted to know about the skewed psyche of her first reclusive billionaire. The second of which was Bruce Wayne, who was tricked into granting an interview when she confronted him one random day in Gotham. Fate had been on his side when Oliver Queen went after her dropout cousin before meeting the family’s prize.

No, if Chloe Sullivan knew his thoughts, feelings and sheer awe of her; there would be no doubt there would never be a chance to speak to her again. He wouldn’t be able to approach her at a party and make witty small talk while overtly ogling what was never to be his. Throwing back what was left of his drink, Lex Luthor began walking to the bar and towards his Calliope. Who was currently in conversation with some bastard in a six-hundred dollar suit with a bored look on her face.

“You’re a reporter?” the man asked teasingly. “I guess I should put a filter on what I say, then.”

“I wouldn’t bother with this one,” he said from behind her. “she’d only break through it.”

She straightened indignantly and spun around, ready to face off her critiquer. Meeting a set of familiar blue eyes, a smirk spread over her face. “Mr. Luthor.”

“Ms Sullivan.” He replied, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. “I thought I plastered those warning posters with your face in all the offices of Metropolis.”

“Oh you did. Doesn’t mean I can’t import associates from elsewhere.” Chloe turned to Michael and made the introductions. “Michael Snyder, Lex Luthor.”

As the two shook hands, Lex’s gaze flickered over the man. Too old to be a boyfriend, not her boss. “How do you know Ms Sullivan?”

“I just met her. She saved me from a tipsy ex-wife.”

“Saved *you*? That’s a change.” That’s right, mild digs always kept the conversation lively.

“Well, I got bored with the damsel role.” Chloe said with a roll of her eyes.

Sensing a past, Michael smiled and made his excuse. “I need to get back to my table now. Thank you for your help Ms Sullivan.”

Nodding at the man as he left, Lex turned back to the blonde reporter. “So what’s the story? Mermaid in the water tower?”

“Please.” She scoffed. “Have you seen the tap water of Metropolis? No mermaid would survive living in it.”

“Alright. Is it another tattooed burglar?”

“You know, I did write stories that weren’t about meteor freaks.”

“Yes, but they were all about me. Since I haven’t been pestered in a year, I can only assume all of your bylines are about people with abilities.”

“I’ve expanded into political corruption as well.”

“So why haven’t I been called?” he asked, small smile still gracing his lips. “Corruption is a Luthor’s middle name.”

“Maybe because you haven’t done anything newsworthy? Or possibly, I grew to be neutral as far as LexCorp is concerned.”

“I’m newsworthy.” I’ll blow up a building if you’ll come accuse me in person.

“Not to me. No attempts on my life, no kidnappings, no corporate espionage leading to dire situations—as far as I’m concerned, you’ve gotten boring in your advanced age.”

His eyes narrowed. “I’m not old. Or boring.”

“Really? Had any sixteen year olds’ thrown out of a window lately?”

“Be fair, Ms Sullivan. It wasn’t me who threw you out.”

“Still your place.”

“Not really. I’m not staying at the manor anymore.”

“And here I was thinking that Smallville was to blame for your uneventful lifestyle. Where are you now?”

“At the penthouse.” I followed you to school.

“In the big city and no scandals? I stand by my claim.”

“Maybe I have been a little reclusive. You could have come found me.” Why didn’t you?

“You could have visited me. I’ve been in Metropolis full-time for a while.”

Yes, but I finished using Lana. No excuse to talk to you in public. No reason for me to know your new address. “It might be weird for me to stop by your apartment, you being friends with my ex. And you insulted my head the last time I stopped by.”

“Lana was crying! Of course I had to insult you.” Wait, what? “I couldn’t tell you I thought it was right to break things off when we were standing in front of her. Besides, I’m alone in the new apartment now. She ran off to Paris again.”

“Infallible logic as always. I had no way of deciphering the complexities of a broken hearted girl and the way to deal with it...her.” He drawled, somewhat pleased at her reasoning. “All I did was what you said and left to polish my cranium and pray for a soul.”

Her eyes were almost amused at the idea she had hurt his feelings. “It’s demeaning that you took that seriously. If I wanted to insult you, I would have hit harder than physical appearance. And I hardly doubt your head was the body part being polished.”

He knew that. Chloe had the skill and temper to cut him much deeper than that. But still, he had been so taken aback by her seeming veracity that he had taken the words at face value. “It was a pretty demeaning comment. That can be a sore subject with me.”

Ignoring his reference to her insulting ability, she tilted her head at him. “You know, I don’t think it’s the baldness that depresses you. It’s the fact that you can’t grow a handlebar mustache to complete the costume as you tie pretty girls to train tracks.”

“Only you, Chloe.” The vision of her bound caused him to shift his posture slightly and he quickly changed topics. “You’re still just as... unconventional as ever.”

“Admit it, Luthor.” She said sweetly. “You missed our verbal judo.” I missed you.

“I admit nothing. Simply because you are the closest thing to an intellectual equal at this party does not... shit.” He trailed off and his gaze darkened as he observed someone walking towards them. “Lucas.”

“Big Brother!” came a jovial statement from behind Chloe. The dark haired man came and stood in front of the pair, and his gaze raked over the blonde slowly. “And you are?”

“Celibate.” She replied flatly as Lex’s lips twitched in amusement.

“And feisty.” The other Luthor commented with a grin. “Don’t tell me my brother is allowing you to waste all your time on a conversation with him.”

“How she spends her time is none of your business, Lucas.” Lex stated, earning inquisitive glances from both parties.

“No need to get uppity. As I recall, your pleasures tend to run a bit *darker*. Unless...” turning his head, the younger Luthor looked at Chloe again. “Is this the one, Lex?”

Rolling her eyes, the blonde set down her wineglass. “I’ve been many ‘ones’. Are you going somewhere with this, or will you just keep sneaking glances down my dress?” The expanse of skin being shown was a little distracting, but it wasn’t like Lucas ever said anything worthwhile.

“Bruce Wayne said that there was only one blonde who could hold my brother’s attention. The fact that you’ve been talking to him for ten minutes and he hasn’t shied away leads me to believe that you’re her.” A smile came over Lucas’ face and he winked at her. “And I will keep doing the other part.”

“Bruce doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” She commented with a flip of her hand, refusing to pull up the gown in embarrassment. “It isn’t the hair color that intrigues Lex, it’s the high likelihood that she’s going to kill him. I’ve started to hypothesize that he considers marriage to be training for a final showdown with Lionel.”

“He did say that the blonde in question was difficult to deal with. Can’t say you’re proving me wrong.”

Snorting, Chloe shook her head. “I don’t care enough about you to prove you wrong. And Bruce is just bitter that I said no to being his escort.”

Wait, what? Immediately, Lex’s eyes narrowed. “He asked you out?”

“She turned him down, Lex. And it’s not like she’s yours to claim anyway.”

She may not rightfully be his to claim, but Chloe Sullivan was someone he considered to be his. And Luthors don’t share well. Realizing his brother had a point, Lex stood there and merely watched as the blonde began to rant.
“He was being a jackass! I’m starting to wonder if it’s a requirement for being a billionaire under thirty.”

“And I’m starting to wonder if being a billionaire under thirty is a requirement for you. Wayne *and* Queen, kitten?” Queen--Oliver Queen? Bruce has the whole dark and brooding thing, but Queen is a loser. She couldn’t have dated him. Maybe he should have gone with a full watch on her. The checks he arranged to occur only covered the stories she was working on, in case she got in too deep... again. She would have noticed tails to her apartment. It seems Chloe’s relationship statuses should also have been monitored, mutual respect be damned.

Ignoring Lex’s soft growl of surprise, Chloe shook her head. “Right family, wrong girl. Oliver dated my cousin Lois. I’m Chloe Sullivan.”

“No, I’ve got the right girl. You’ve frequented the Queen Industries banquets; I just didn’t fix a name to the body. Tell me, do you consciously choose a rich bachelor, or do you simply open Forbes and find a random page?”

“Jealous you’ve never been featured?” she asked with a saccharine smile. “I don’t see a reason to explain my contacts to the business world to you, Lucas. You don’t spend enough time there to understand, just show up to the parties and raid the open bar.”

Having recovered from the mention of former classmates and their possible involvement with Chloe, Lex intervened. “I suggest you walk away.” To stop distracting her from the conversation with me.

“Rushing to save the day? She must be the blonde in question.”

“Lucas, it’s not Ms Sullivan I’m trying to save. She’s holding back now. Her revenge on you may impact my stock standings, so I’d like you to go find a desperate society woman to entertain.”

Holding his hands up in surrender, the young man reached out and took his brother’s scotch from the bar as he left. Lex let out a sigh.

“It seems you’ve been busy.”

Glaring at him, Chloe tried to quell her embarrassment over what his brother had insinuated. “Are you trying to tell me you haven’t kept tabs?”

“No, you’re correct in the assumption that I have. It just wasn’t the personal, only professional aspects.”

One of her eyebrows raised in surprised amusement over his mock chivalry. “Then you know how I met Bruce. The nanotech story.”

“I knew that you got an exclusive for that project. Not that he hit on you.”

“It’s not really your business, but I turned him down.”

“Why? You could have gotten a better interview.” Cursing his jealousy, he could immediately see that he had crossed a line. She drew back as if stricken, and he rushed to fix the faux pas. “I’m sure you could have lowered that requirement for scintillating conversation in order to get a scoop.”

Chloe seemed to realize he was offering an olive branch for his comment and smiled, showing he was forgiven. She would always forgive him. “I could have. But he was an ass, so I said no.”

“You told Clark I was an ass when we first met.” And I looked at your ass when we first met.

“You still are.” She quipped, grin widening at his eyes glinting back. “But you’re an ass with depth. I don’t care how good the story is if I’m not kept on my toes.”

Lex chuckled softly. “And the near death experiences with me keep you from boredom?” Among other things I’m willing to do.

“We haven’t had one of those in years, Luthor. And it’s the obscure literature references between us that help keep me sharp. Bruce spoke down to me and had the audacity to suggest coffee wasn’t a good idea after eleven.”

Raising an eyebrow, the billionaire looked at her appraisingly. “And he still has both arms? You’re getting soft.”

Ignoring the jibe, she continued with her story. “I told him it was either that or cocaine, and Alfred was happy to oblige my *legal* request.” Suddenly, her gaze switched from bantering to laser sharp. “Question: what did your half-wit brother mean when he relayed Bruce’s thoughts about one blonde holding your attention?”

Quick! Distract her! Find something unethical that she can write about! “Better question: how can you call him Bruce when you just recently dropped the ‘Mister’ from my name?” When she didn’t budge, he sighed. Damn her memory. This might get awkward. “He may have overheard a phone call between my father and I, then looked you up when I refused to give details.”

Chloe blinked twice in confusion. “You and Lionel talk about me? You still talk to Lionel?”

“once a month, and it was a few years ago. But then he saw me reading your articles regularly and brought the subject up again. I assume that’s how Lucas and he got on the topic of you.”

“Why didn’t he say anything when he gave me the exclusive?” she mused. “Only said that he knew I would be honest and non-judgmental in my writing.”

Jackass had the gall to use the same terms Lex had described her as when he first pestered him with questions. He can’t very well call a hit on the Prince of Gotham. People would notice. “I assume he wanted to judge you for himself.”

“Well, what did he say?”

“Nothing. But given that I effectively told him to screw himself when he asked which one of the Luthors you rendered services to.”

“You *what*?” she hissed, glancing around for possible eavesdroppers. “Don’t you get that lashing out like that probably made him think I had?”

“I was still poised, Chloe. It’s not like I dumped a beer on his shirt and then threw a punch.”

Ignoring the smirk made by his comment about youth culture, the reporter kept her rant. “But you reacted in a way that somehow made him think we had a relationship. Which surprised him so much that he told your brother. Such an ass.”

Once again, Lex had to restrain himself from laughing. “Keep calling him ‘ass’ and people will think it’s a pet name.”

“Speaking of,” she said, voice changing to indignation “Lucas called me kitten. Remind me to flagellate him.”

“A memo will be sent.” He promised, glad for the shift. “Is there anyone you want added to the list?”

Waving a hand at him, Chloe smiled. “Not now, but get back to me at the end of the night. I’m sure someone else will have offended me.”

[BackupLover]

Part II

Forty minutes later, Chloe’s posture was much more rigid than it had been during her previous conversation. The man whom she was talking with was leaning into her space, attempting intimidation. Approaching, Lex turned her to face him, leaving his hand on her lower back.

“Ms Sullivan, I thought I told you not to take interviews. You’ve badgered enough businessmen this evening.” Don’t talk to him. Don’t talk to any man.

“Mr. Luthor!” she said, feigning surprise and slight fear. “I thought you left already.”

If I did would you come with me? “I deemed it prudent to stay a bit longer.”

Eyes darting between the two, the man stuck out his hand. “Owen Turcotte.”

Lex merely nodded at the man, and continued to gaze at Chloe in a way that anyone else would describe as hostile. Unless they looked in his mind and saw the image of her writhing on top of him.

“Right.” Turcotte said, then quickly gave an excuse to leave. “It was nice meeting you, Ms Sullivan. Good luck with that article.”

As the man walked away, their posture shifted to a slightly more relaxed stance and the blonde rolled her eyes. “Thanks for the save, but I can handle being called a slut by drunk businessmen.”

“He said what?” Where was his phone? He hoped the offer from that guy to do that thing in that place still stood.

Chloe stopped him with a snort. “Yes. It seems to be a theme this evening.”

He would need to get a guest list for the event. Cross check names with everyone she talked to on the cameras. Then ruin their lives, one by one. This banquet was proving to be quite disappointing. “What did he say Chloe? Exactly.”

“It doesn’t matter. I solved the problem by asking just how much the ex-wife was being paid to keep quiet on the fact his bit on the side that broke the pre-nup was a nineteen year old male bartender. That’s what set him off, sort of.”

Lex’s gaze dropped down, his angry glare at Turcott forgotten. He looked intrigued for a second, then slipped his mask back into place and Chloe shrugged. “He was in the rolodex of a guy I investigated last year. Didn’t turn out to be important, but I remembered his face.”

He didn’t say anything for a while, then spoke. “If he’s not still on your list of people to flagellate, can I buy his company out from under him for fun?” I’ll give it to you as a birthday present.

“What would you do with a packing industry?”

“Make it into a laughingstock by creating embarrassing commercial jingles that are mocked throughout the country on street corners. I can afford the loss.”

“Could I get tapes of the jingles for prosperity?”

“Promise.” Laughter greeted his ears, and instead of removing his hand from her back, the billionaire began propelling them towards the doors. When she fixed him with a questioning look, he paused. “Did you bring your own car or can I offer you a ride home?”

Giving him a half-smile, she nodded. “Just let me grab my things.”

“Alright.” Changing their direction to the coatroom, he ignored her slight pause. “You didn’t answer my question. Are there anymore people on the list? This is strictly for my secretary’s sake, so she won’t have to send out multiple memos.”

“Lex, you don’t know your secretary’s name. Don’t try to tell me you want her job to be easier.”

Frowning, he looked down at her. “I know Kathy’s name.”

“Kathy was two secretaries ago. You fired her for not screening your calls efficiently.”

“How do you know that?”

“One of my coworker’s was on the phone when you did it.” Nudging him slightly, she smiled. “Don’t worry about it. She should have checked the Daily Planet’s number before picking up. It was completely justified.”

He really should be offended by her mocking tone, but as her breasts had just pressed against his arm, the jibe could be ignored. “I see. What’s my current secretary’s name?”

“Selene Ramsey. She’s from California and is doing a satisfactory job at keeping the journalists at bay.”

“Any children?” How much are you keeping up on?

“Hell if I know. I only check the names, not their family history.”

Their conversation was paused slightly when the attendant handed her a wrap and purse. Draping the fabric over her arm, Chloe made no move to shake his touch so he pulled her a bit closer and signaled the valet.

As the car pulled up and his driver stepped out, she looked at him with a lifted eyebrow. “Too old to drive?”

Stop calling me old. “I had to close a deal on the way over. Hostile takeovers are a hobby of mine.”

“Here I was thinking marriage was your only hobby. Although... it’s been almost two years. Breaking the pattern?” Her eyes glinted with amusement as she tilted her head with a grin.

“Are you asking to be next?” Because I’ll drop to one knee right now and buy you an island instead of a ring.

Brushing his hand away from the car door, Chloe climbed into the town car. “I’m having a little too much fun being respected, thank you.” Chuckling, Lex followed.

“I assume you got the deal and made a bunch of people mad?”

Giving her a pointed look, he nodded. “Of course. It may have been a while since we’ve seen each other, but I haven’t lost my business sense.”

“Just your sex appeal.” She quipped, shooting him an impish grin.

“I assure you, Ms Sullivan, I am still considered to be attractive. Not every woman has proved to be immune to my charm.”

“Not every woman has a backbone, tact and a career.”

He chuckled and placed a friendly hand on her thigh. Don’t squeeze, don’t rub, don’t caress. “Tact is not something you can claim.”

“But I can claim a backbone.” Chloe said, covering his hand with hers. “Don’t deny me that.”

“I can’t deny you anything.” Shit, that was outloud. Gritting his teeth at the faux pas, the billionaire began pulling his hand back, only to be surprised when he found their fingers entwined.

Showing no discomfort, the blonde smiled. “Really? Want to treat me to a latte?”

He tells her he can’t deny her anything and she asks for a five dollar cup of coffee.

Only Chloe. Unbelievable. Squeezing their connection, he smiled. “Of course.” Reaching out with the empty hand, Lex pressed on the intercom and instructed for them to make a stop at the nearest Starbucks.

“So we haven’t talked since that Northland press conference where you blew me off.” Chloe said, her tone showing no animosity. “What made you approach me tonight?”

Crap. He didn’t think she would bring up that day. They had spoken briefly before the conference about mundane things, but then his security told him of an issue that had to be taken care of, so he couldn’t go back after and talk more. “I didn’t blow you off, Chloe. I was informed Lucas had gotten arrested for solicitation and attempting to bribe an officer. It needed to be handled and I looked for you later.” But you had left.

“Okay, Lex- this?” she asked, unclasping their hands and pulling out her cell phone. “This is a nifty device that allows you to talk to people without actually being in their presence. You see, each one is assigned a number and if you push these little buttons-”

She was mocking him. And he found himself not caring, instead focusing on the way she smiled and her nose crinkled. Wait! Why was he the bad one here? “I know how a phone works.”

“Do you? Because you seem to just like the way it shines and matches your tie pin.”

“You could have called me.”

“I don’t have your phone number, and not only are they unlisted, they’re registered under another name. And don’t tell me to try your office. The desk gestapo you hire are trained never to put a reporter through.”

But you’re on my always-to-be-admitted list. “You could have found my number.”

“Because an invasion of privacy is always the best way to get back in touch.” She snorted. “No, you chose not to reach me and instead talked to your billionaire buddy and led him to think we used to fuck.”

“We already had this argument, if you can even call it that.” Please don’t be mad at me.

“It’s gotten a little old, people assuming that without any reason.”

“I’m sorry.” The words he had been trained never to say came out of his mouth.

“Don’t apologize for that.” She said, meeting his gaze head on. “Apologize for not giving them a reason.”

Lex froze. The look on Chloe’s face was completely serious, eyes darkened slightly with lust. Blinking once, he felt his hands twitch with want. “Excuse me?”

“You ignored that feeling, that spark between us through high school, through the whole Lana debacle, even the rest of my college years. I figured you were going to wait a while, then come back to me after giving her a grace period.”

She felt it too? “You never said anything.”

“You never made an effort. The last thing I wanted to do was push a Luthor into doing something he didn’t think he was ready for.”

“What?” Well, that was eloquent. But what was she talking about? He wanted her for years.

“Like it or not, the two of us going into something facing it like a challenge would have made it end badly. We’re overly competitive and don’t bow back. Plus, once that victory is reached, it tends to be discarded. If you and I were going to get together, I want it to be for the long haul, not to prove a point.”

He sighed, ready to give her an out. “We’d be playing with fire, the two of us.”

“I’m not the one scared to get burned.”

She was right. He was afraid. And it seemed there was not one damn reason to be. Stupid. Surging forward, he tentatively pressed his lips to hers. She met him with ferocity and drive, as intense as everything about her was.

Wrapping both hands around her chin, Lex pulled her to him. Chloe practically climbed into his lap, legs splayed over his. As she tore his tie off, he removed her necklace, placing it in her purse. He’d have to give her the one from his study. The one he bought on a whim because it reminded him of her smile.

Moving his lips across her chin and down her neck, the billionaire memorized the scent there. Underneath the layer of jasmine and magnolia he found an almost citrus flavor that was distinctly her.

“You sure?” he asked, giving her the choice as he pulled back. This was all her. It always had been. “Because this can’t just be a one-off with me, I won’t let you go.”

“No, I just gave that speech because I missed you.” She said, smirking and unbuttoning his dress shirt before he grabbed her hands and pressed a kiss to both wrists. “You’ve never treated me as a china doll, Luthor. Don’t start now.”

Lips met once again, a frantic coupling of saliva and souls. He had fantasized about this moment, but even dreams couldn’t get just. how. right. this felt. “God, smell so good--”

The murmurings were heard from both of them, nonsensical and needy. “Mmmph... want.”

“My place or yours?” he asked, running hands down her back, playing with the crisscrossing straps.

“Mine.” She answered, between open mouthed kisses along his neck. Quite distracting.

Gasping when her fingers brushed lightly on his nipple, Lex tightened his hold on her sides as he soothed a bite with his tongue. “Where--”

Chloe pulled back and looked him directly in the eye. “Don’t insult me by asking for directions. You’ve kept your tabs, I’ve kept mine which told me you’ve kept tabs.”

He nodded in assent. Of course she did. They were more alike than anyone could have thought, detailed and concealing. Pressing the intercom, he shortly issued orders to be taken to ‘Ms Sullivan’s’ apartment. Then the fun began, voice and mind as one. “I’m not going to take this dress off yet. Not until I get you inside where I can focus.” The words were a whisper-groan as he looked at her with a lidded gaze before lasering in on her face. “But if those panties aren’t in on the floor in eight seconds, I’m ripping them off. I want you naked, completely, under there.”

Her eyes grew even darker with lust, and Chloe quickly obeyed his command. “Not that I don’t like the idea of you ripping things off of me, but those are part of a set.”

“You’re not wearing a bra.” He said, looking at her chest and seeing her aroused state clearly.

“It wouldn’t work with this dress. Maybe next time.” Next time? She’s planning for a next time? Fantastic.

Thumbing her nipples, Lex pulled her back to him and kissed a line from her collarbone to her left ear, then began mumbling his thoughts outloud. “Do you know how much this dress distracted me tonight? I didn’t even pay attention to what my brother was saying, just had to focus on not getting hard when we started talking about tying you down.”

Hearing her gasp when he bit down, he continued to speak as his hands slid over her back. “Then, I had to tell myself not to go find you immediately after we parted at the bar. Do you have any idea what ran through my head when you walked away?”

“God!” Chloe gasped when he grasped her ass and pulled her even closer until she was straddling him. “Tell me!”

“These ribbons that hold it together? You looked like a present for me to unwrap. With nothing but my teeth. I wanted to grab you and throw you on top of the counter, Chloe. I was going to pour salt on you and lick off every. single. grain.” Between each word, he thrust up slightly and grinned into her neck when she moaned. “Then, I would eat cherries off your naked body. And there wouldn’t even be syrup left from them. I would take care of that too.”

Not stopping his speech, Lex’s voice got even more throaty when Chloe began to suck on his Adam’s apple. “When I was talking to Bridge’s wife about her charity ball last month, all I could see was me taking you from behind in the kitchen. You, trying to stay standing as we shook the prep station, this dress bunched up at your waist. Can you see it? Can you feel how much I want you?”

“More. Want more.” She whimpered, fisting his jacket in her hands and thrusting back.

“I had to go take a break in the associates’ room to keep myself from chasing you down and dragging you to the coat closet.”

“Oooh, exhibitionist?”

“Just know what I want.”

Mouthing a path from his throat before finding a spot under his right ear that somehow hundreds of other women had missed, the reporter giggled. “Still wouldn’t go after it. I had to make the first move, you coward.”

“How long have you wanted this Chloe?” the question was rasping, and Lex’s eyes black with desire as he held her head in place. “Do you think about me? When you’re all alone in your bed, finding yourself in the dark- whose face is it that you see when you come?”

Her gaze matched his own, pupils dilated. “Your face made me come when I was with other men.”

That comment had him shifting them until she sat with opened legs before him as he lowered himself to the floor in front of her with a groan, pushing fabric up around her hips.

Chloe gave a wicked grin at the picture as she pushed the blazer off his shoulders. “I always wondered what it would take to get you on your knees.”

“Sex.” He replied, inhaling long breaths. “Sex is always a good way.”

“Mmmmm...” she murmured. “Headline news: Daily Planet Reporter Achieves Impossible- Lex Luthor at Mercy, story inside.”

He chuckled, then bit the inside of her left knee lightly. “Not at mercy. Just... occupied.”

Leg jerking in response, the blonde ran a slow hand over his bald head, caressing the point where skull met neck. “Not as impressive as my idea.”

“Believe me, Miss Sullivan.” Lex stated, pulling back to meet her flushed gaze. “It will be impressive.” As the car turned a sharp corner, he dug his fingers into her supple thighs and leaned down.

Placing gentle kisses along each of her legs, Lex pushed the material up around her hips. Shooting her a feral grin, he then ran his tongue along her outer lips, barely grazing. Spreading her legs further apart, one hooked its way around his shoulder and he turned his head to nip at where it connected to curvaceous hips. Returning his attention to the task before him, Lex gave one broad swipe of her slit, savoring the taste while carefully avoiding the nerve center above. At her sigh and momentary muscle clench, he went back, inserting his tongue in a slow rhythm as her vocalizations increased in volume.

Two fingers were added, and he delighted in the heady moan and thrusting of hips as he lapped up the moisture spread around her center. It was only when he had finished with that task that Lex moved his tongue to her clit; first placing a kiss on the bud before suckling it carefully as he watched her reaction. The unoccupied hand went straight to her pelvic bone, holding it in place as his vigor increased and her hips began pumping involuntarily. Flitting his tongue over the nub at a faster pace, he countered the speed of his lips with steady motion of thrusting fingers. Almost suddenly, the tempo increased, movements becoming quick as he drew her clit between his teeth.

Rolling his eyes up, he looked at Chloe through lowered lashed, moaning when he saw one of her hands tweaking a nipple and her own tongue licking her bottom lip. The blonde’s eyes were shut and she was mouthing whispered words that he couldn’t hear over the pounding of his own heart. Biting down gently, Lex increased the pressure on her hips and curled the digits upwards as an almost silent gasp of pleasure came out before a series of satisfied moans. He continued the motions until her muscles stopped clamping down on his hand, licking at the wetness dripping almost to his wrist.

Slowly withdrawing his hand, Lex’s eyebrows shot up when Chloe reached down to grab his wrist and brought the fingers to her mouth. Cleaning off the digits, she gave him a very satisfied smirk and placed a soft kiss on his palm when she finished. “Eight and a half.”

The rating sank into his lust addled brain after a second, and Lex’s eyes narrowed. “Eight and a half?”

“It’s alright.” She soothed, grin not leaving her face. “I’m sure you would have been a nine had we not been in a moving vehicle.”

Bitch. He loved her. “Sweetheart, we stopped driving a quarter way into that. The only thing moving in this vehicle at the end was your writhing under my tongue.”

“Eight point seven?” came the new offer, as she pulled him closer, sealing it with a kiss. “You coming up with me, or just staying here all growly?”

Lex reached behind him blindly, fumbling to find his blazer and making sure the cell phone was still in his breast pocket. “Get your purse. I have a score to raise.”

[dagney]

The banter, the desire, the confident Chloe The image of Lex on his knees in a limo.... MOG this is fab. Great job looking foward to much much more. Dagney

[newbatgirl]

That was smokin' hot. Loved the banter, loved the use of Lucas, and the smut was awesome. Please continue!

[ChloeLovesLex]

Now this was just plain fun! Loved it. Great job all the way around. Hope you plan to write more :)

[westwingwolf]

Damn that was hot! I can't wait to see what Lex does to improve his score. I love his thoughts, love their banter, and the fact that Chloe made the first move. This is amazing, want more soon.

[Starangel148]

Great start to a very interesting story. I hope you update soon.

[lj715]

Holy cow, very hot smut. Please update soon, can;t wait to read more.

[karila]

Excellent beginning!!
Lex's thoughts were really great.
I hope to read more soon.

[somethingeasy]

This was a fantastic new story and I LOVED reading through it. I always love fics that have especially well-written, funny, witty, clever and sharp dialogue in it. The banter (from every character ranging from Lex, Chloe as well as Lucas) was amazing fun to read. I loved the way that Chloe and Lex would keep on sniping and insulting each other, but always maintaining a careful line so as to never cast actual offence at the other person.

I remember that one part where Lex belatedly realized that he said something actually hurtful and cutting to Chloe (when he suggested that she might be willing to whore herself out to Bruce for the sake of a story), but he IMMEDIATELY back-tracked and apologised for the comment. LOL! It was hilarious how an ‘apology’ came in the form of a back-handed compliment, but it fit in perfectly with the playfully mocking, sardonic conversation going on between the two, LOL!

I also loved the way that Lex kept a running ‘inner-monologue’ in his head that was completely contrary to the outer mocking tone he was using. Outside his head, his words were semi-hostile and baiting… and on the inside he was in worshipful awe of this woman, and revelling in her presence. ROTFL! Poor Lex was completely gone on her, and I really enjoyed how he was basically acting like a little boy willing to gain ANY kind of attention from the girl he liked. If he couldn’t get positive attention in the form of approval (or a kiss), he was going to pull her hair and laugh to gain her negative attention, LOL!

Lucas was adorable. I wonder whether he was consciously playing matchmaker between his brother and the supreme object of his affections, LOL! It was certainly very convenient ( as well as hilarious) how he kept teasing Chloe about the besotted billionaire admirers she keeps picking up. I can’t imagine anything would rile up Lex more than the notion that his most intensely hated rivals, Oliver Queen and Bruce Wayne might become interesting in wooing and winning over Chloe. LOL! Lucas knew which button to press to REALLY irritate and enrage Lex, ROTFL!


“Lucas, it’s not Ms Sullivan I’m trying to save. She’s holding back now. Her revenge on you may impact my stock standings, so I’d like you to go find a desperate society woman to entertain.”

LOL! I loved the way Lex told Lucas to ‘bugger off’. By telling him that he was ‘protecting’ him from Chloe, LOL! I loved the implication about how Chloe is a dangerous lady whose wrath is to be feared, even by Luthors, ROTFL! But then again, Lex would know better than most about how SCARY Chloe can be.

I loved how the second chapter began with Lex ‘saving’ Chloe from a nasty, lecherous bastard. AND how Lex became so furious on her behalf when he found out that the man had called ‘his’ Chloe a slut. I LOVE seeing Lex over-reacting with bristling protectiveness when anyone bothers His Precious.

ROTFL! I loved the inner thought in his head about how he wanted to buy out this nasty sleaze’s company and present it to Chloe as a wrapped up birthday gift. Although he knew she probably wouldn’t accept it, so he had to ‘settle’ for destroying the company for her honour, LOL! Turcotte is going to rue the day he decided to go to this party and hit on THIS particular lady.

I also loved the very cute bit about Lex making plans to get the guest list of this party and cross reference every person who has talked to Chloe to determine WHICH others ALSO need to be destroyed for ‘bothering’ her that evening. ROTFLMAO! He reacts like this when they’re not really together, how much worse is this behaviour going to get when he and Chloe actually become involved? Chloe is probably going to have to make sure he doesn’t start killing random pizza boys who delivered the food too late for her liking.


“Are you asking to be next?” Because I’ll drop to one knee right now and buy you an island instead of a ring.

ROTFL! I LOVED this little line over here. He is SUCH a besotted fool for Chloe. It was also such great fun seeing his equal parts frustration and admiration as Chloe asked him to buy her a cup of coffee after he admitted that he couldn’t ‘deny her anything’. He LOVES the way that she doesn’t want him for his money, but he HATES that he can’t ‘win her over’ and make her ‘need him’ through extravagant, expensive presents.


She was mocking him. And he found himself not caring, instead focusing on the way she smiled and her nose crinkled. Wait! Why was he the bad one here? “I know how a phone works.”

“Do you? Because you seem to just like the way it shines and matches your tie pin.”

“You could have called me.”

“I don’t have your phone number, and not only are they unlisted, they’re registered under another name. And don’t tell me to try your office. The desk gestapo you hire are trained never to put a reporter through.”

But you’re on my always-to-be-admitted list. “You could have found my number.”

ROTFLMAO! I loved the way that Chloe was teasing and making fun of Lex for being too lazy, cowardly or careless to CALL her on the phone. And I LOVED the idea that Chloe was completely unaware of the level of her power over Lex so she had no idea that she’s been given the ‘full clearance access’ to Lex in any way she wanted. Damn, I wonder how she’s going to react if she knew she could have been EASILY breaking into his office and hacking into his computer files YEARS ago if she had only tried, LOL!

I loved, LOVED the twist of CHLOE making the first move. All this time, we’ve been seeing Lex wishing, longing and barely restraining himself in her intoxicating presence… and then we discover the shocking news that Chloe actually returns a little of the same feelings!!! I really enjoyed Lex’s sense of flabbergasted and bewildered shock when he realized his world had turned upside down with Chloe’s admission.

LOL! The coward has been waiting so long. He could probably have had her a long time ago, if only he had given it a shot! Good thing Chloe is a heck of a lot more braver and nervy than him.

The smut was amazing! I always have a special place in my heart (and other parts of my body) for car-smut, ROTFL! It was fantastic seeing Lex pleasuring Chloe in such a loving, generous and intense fashion. I know that you seemed a little nervous about your smut-writing, but no need to worry. It was a job well-done and well-written :D

And I LOVED that their banter had not gotten any ‘softer’ because of this, ROTFL! It was SO much fun seeing Chloe giving Lex a less than perfect score… and Lex smugly telling her that she didn’t even notice that the car stopped moving early into the smut, ROTFL! And even THEN, Chloe only raised her points by a 0.2 mark-up, ROTFL! She’s not going to take it easy on Lex, JUST because they’re involved now, and I’m sure he’s going to adore every sniping, mocking remark she makes.

This was a great fic! You’re a wonderful writer, and I look forward to seeing more dialogue and plots from you in the future. Good luck and best regards!

[Kit Merlot]

This is an excellent beginning!

I like it when Chloe matches Lex quip for quip:grin3:

Can't wait for more.

[Augustine86]

Best banter I've seen in a while. It flowed, it flew, it crackled with UST. I LOVED IT. You have a knack for writing good conversation. I am deeply envious.

[hfce]

This is the Chlex I know and love. I miss reading their banter. :rofl:

[bklyangel]

I cant wait for more!!!

[tatie87]

That was pretty hot smut. I'm liking this story so far, update soon!!

[Impress]

good job.

[juuicebox]

that was hot! update soon ;)

[BackupLover]

Part III

Disclaimer: Still not mine, despite pleas and petitions. Damn you, federal kidnapping laws! And reality!
**Thanks for all the positive responses guys! As you'll see, Chloe sort of has an idea of where she wants this story to go; and it's never a good idea to make her unhappy. So there will be more following this.**

He slammed her against the wall the second the door closed, dropping her purse to the floor in favor of yanking her body to him at a force that made them both groan. Taking control, Lex dipped his head to where neck met shoulder and asked between bites. “Bed, wall, floor or am I bending you over that couch?”

Unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it out of his waist band, the grin she shot him was hot enough to melt a glacier. “Wall, then couch, then floor. Bed after a nap, and then I’m sucking you off in the shower tomorrow morning.”

“Unless you’ve killed me with that itinerary.” He murmured, removing cufflinks and tucking them into his pocket. “You always have a game plan this intense?”

“Lex, we’ve been dancing around this for about three years. There is a very long list of fantasies, and that’s all I think we can handle tonight.”

Reaching around to the back of her dress, he nearly glared at the expanse of ribbons there. Teasing him. God, even her clothes were infuriating. Lex grumbled under his breath before spinning her around. On her part, Chloe arched her back and bit her lip as she glanced at him over her shoulder. “Need help?”

“Is there a zipper, or do I seriously have to unwrap you to get what I want?” Honestly, the dress was hot, but frustrating. Why couldn’t she have worn one of those things cut nearly to her navel? Oh, right. That fucking her on sight problem.

She lifted her left arm and blew the hair that had gotten free of her updo out of her face. “Here.”

Peppering her shoulderblades with kisses, he muttered a “thank you” and loosened the top before rotating her back around to face him. She held up the fabric before letting it fall, exposing coral nipples to his hungry gaze. His hands followed it’s path, encouraging it over her hips to reveal her completely.

Goddess. It was the only word to describe her right now, naked before him except for a pair of emerald stilettos. Hair swept back, but a few strands falling around her face. Skin flushed and somehow it seemed like she had an ethereal glow. Completely unfazed at her own nudity, Chloe reached out and pushed his shirt off and removed the belt around his hips, stroking his erection three times before Lex snarled and pushed her against the wall again. Lifting her until her legs wrapped around his waist, he leaned down and suckled her breasts.

She tasted like sin, salvation and seduction in alternating layers. As variable in the moment as the woman before him, he was drowning in her through every one of his senses. If he raised his lowered lashes, he could see her licking her lips as she watched him feast on her flesh. Both of them were panting so hard there was nothing else to hear. She smelled like sex incarnate, a mixture of her arousal from the car with new pheremones. All in response to him.

Her hands came up to cup his head, pressing him closer. Raking her nails across his scalp gently, he almost shivered at her ghostly touch. Shifting her weight, he unbuttoned his pants one-handed and released his erection. Teasing her as he ran himself up and down her slit, he removed his tongue from her nipple and rasped. “Condom.”

“Depo.” Came her panted reply. “We’re good.”

Sliding home, he reveled in her almost feral scream. “Lex!”

“God, so good!” he responded, already more vocal than with his other lovers. Her wet heat engulfing him as she moved herself up and down from his shoulders. He could see the bruises from his mouth forming as he made new ones on her hips with how tight he held her. Mouthing her breasts, Lex inwardly grinned when he found a spot under her left mound that brought the most wicked noises to fall from her mouth.

“So,” he murmured, nibbling along her collarbone when his neck grew sore from the strain. “Three years worth of fantasies?”

“Most of them consisted of you growing a pair and taking what you wanted.” Chloe snarked, arching her back. “And I said three years of dancing around the reality of those fantasies. They started after that summer.”

He froze. He had no idea she had thought of him in that fashion so early. God, they had wasted so much time. It could have been this. Delicious, fiery, liquid sin for almost five years. He was a damn fool.

But he had her now. Riding him naked against the wall of her apartment. Or she would be riding him if he stopped thinking. Come on, that sex thing you’re supposed to be good at, Luthor. Get on it and get her off. “Tell me one.”

“Only if you move.”

Lex chuckled at her and obediently began his slow thrusts again. She rolled her hips with him, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. His angelic vixen. “Tell me, Chloe.”

Leaning down, she made her lips meet his a sloppy kiss before straightening to brace herself with the wall again. “It’s nighttime. I’m at my desk at the Planet- fuckyesjustlikethat!- and, and you come in. All... swoopy in that long black coat.”

“Swoopy?” he muttered. “Good job using that college education, Sullivan.”

She clenched her vaginal muscles in retribution before fixating him with a raised eyebrow that must have been picked up from him when he gasped and squeezed her ass to keep hold. “There’s no one else there, and you drag me up to Perry’s office. Just—clear off his desk and lay me down on it. Strip me of everything but my bra and mark me everywhere with your mouth.”

“What are you doing?” he encouraged, mouth returning to that spot on her breast. “Are you taking my clothes off? Does it get you hot to be taken in your bosses’ office?”

“Mmmhmm...” came the responding whimper, pinching her other nipple viciously. “I get your shirt unbuttoned and open, but you won’t remove your arms for me to take them off. Then I’m on my back, and you’re inside me. Pushing me to the brink, but not quite letting me come. Please, Lex- just...”

His movements had grown more jerky as her story unfolded. Repositioning her in his arms, he snaked his left hand down to rub at her clit with his thumb. “I’ll let you come now, Chloe. Let go sweetheart, show me what you look like.”

“Moremoremoremore...” she chanted, hands going to his shoulders as she practically bounced in his arms. Flesh meeting flesh with the intensity they both had. Eyes not leaving her face, the billionaire leaned up to nibble on her earlobe.

“We’ve wanted this for years, Chloe. Now you have it. My cock, inside you, moving in you. It’s real, just come for me.”

The sounds coming out of her mouth were so different than the gasping moans from the limo before. Lower, huskier, and he wished they had set up her interviewing gear beforehand so that he could get copies of these noises. Catalogue her squeals and grunts of pleasure as she clamped down on him like a vice. He felt a rush of heat spill onto him and struggled to keep standing as she jerked above and around him. Continuing his movements, they slowed as she came down from her high, easing her back to reality while he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from following her into the abyss.

Her eyes opened after a few blinks, and it took another second for them to focus on his face. Leaning forward, Chloe gave him a chaste kiss as he lowered her to the ground. Keeping a hold on her waist as she stretched out her legs from their previous position.

After a few moments of recovery, she looked down and chuckled. “You’re still wearing pants.”

“Well what did you expect, there wasn’t much time for me to strip before you jumped me like a hellcat.” Toeing off his shoes, the rest of the clothes were quickly divested before he smacked her on the ass and nudged them both to her living room. “Let’s go, Chloe. Schedule to keep.”

She gave him a look of amusement mixed with lust, before lowering her gaze once more and focused on his erection. Which wouldn’t last much longer if she kept licking her lips like that. Christ, he'd never be able to watch her read something in-depth again. She had this tendency to run that tongue over her lower lip when she was... again with this sidetracking. Fuck. Growling, he paused in front of the requested piece. “Arm or back?”

After giving the furniture the same calculating look, Chloe walked over and presented herself on the arm. “These heels aren’t tall enough for me to push back the other way.”

Running a hand over her flawless skin, Lex agreed. Taking her from behind would be a pleasure for both, but further positioning needed to be considered when bending someone over something. Luckily, the arm was well padded or he would suggest taking her in this manner on her bed. But she seemed determined with the list from before, and he hated disappointing her. Aligning himself with her pussy, he paused before pushing forward. “How sturdy is this couch?”

The hearty chuckle he heard caused his member to twitch in anticipation. “Sturdy enough. Besides, if you break it, buy me one that won’t buckle under the pressure of good sex.”

“I merely ask because the feeling on steel falling on one’s toes is not the most comfortable in the world and--”

“God, how many more issues are you going to come up with between rounds?” Chloe asked, agitated. “I naked, bent over a couch arm, willing—and you’re concerned about your fucking toes?!”

Narrowing his eyes at her as she glared back at him over her shoulder, Lex plunged in but held still as he leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Not my toes that are directly under the weight. I only dole out pain in carefully measured doses, and that’s after trust has been built. While you seem to enjoy taunting me with these little quips about needing reassurance; I don’t think you realize that my caring for you doesn’t stop the second those clothes come off.” Didn’t she get that? Why was he emasculated for making sure her feet were safe? Why did he have to fall for someone so goddamn infuriating?

“Oh. Sorry.” Came the apology, in a softer tone. “Thank you for the concern. And the wall sex. It was quite good.”

Pulling out, then ramming back into her, Lex stilled himself again while her muscles twitched around him. “Just good?”

“Fantastic.” She muttered sarcastically writing her hips as best she could to gain friction. “Best I ever had. You’re a stallion who drives the memory of any other man from my bodies’ memory.”

He bit down on her neck before laving it with his tongue. Usually this position gave one partner power over the other, but Chloe somehow brought humor to the situation. She was by far the wittiest fuck he’d ever had. “Damn straight.” As they rutted against each other, he lost track of everything while watching himself plunge into her sweetness.

She gave as good as he did, pushing back every time he pushed forward. Distantly in the back of his mind he could hear the scratches being made on her floor; but the only thing on his mind was the feeling on heat around him. At one point, Chloe lost her footing, but he merely held still and chuckled while she regained herself. Reaching around, he grasped her chest and pulled her up to near standing as the blood rushed back to her legs.

Nibbling along her neck, he reached her ear and bit down harder on the lobe. On her part, Chloe reached behind and ran her nails along the base of his skull, grinning at the moan it provoked. “You close?”

“You?” he asked in response, other hand wrapping itself around her waist and returning her to the position once her feet had settled again.

“Pretty.” She gritted out between clenched teeth. He shifted the angle slightly and didn’t bother to hide the proud smile when her hands suddenly scratched at the leather. “Okay—very. Sogood. More. Harder.”

Lex panted above her with the exertion of the evening. His hand reached around to touch and rub her clit deliciously, as he continued to plunge into her with increasing fervor. She called his name, begging him to ease the tension he’d created within her. The very coil threatening to snap within him.

“Come for me, Chloe,” his husky voice urged in her ear, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer. The tightening of his balls had him gripping her hips and shortening the thrusts, trying to keep the friction going while barely staying on the edge of his own release. It was with a strangled scream from her mouth combined with the overwhelming pressure that he flew over the edge with her, having only the presence of mind to slump them both to floor in order to avoid her supporting their weight.

Stroking her hair as she lay beside him, each regaining their breath he regarded her in sated silence. After a few minutes, she turned to look back at him. “Solid points for performance, but you lost a little on the dismount.”

“Says the woman who had to pause the game for safety reasons.” He countered, pinching her side before breaking the lightheartedness. “You good?”

“Quite. Three orgasms and we haven’t even made it to the bedroom.” Grinning, she rolled over and kissed him. “You?”

“I’ll tell you when I have the strength to sit up.”

Chloe crawled back and gave him possibly the most wicked, arousing, evil smirk he had ever seen. He couldn’t be sure if it was the time spent bantering with him or natural spunk mixed with endorphins that gave her the ability to make his cock twitch in response so soon after the act. She noticed, and gave a delighted gasp. “Oooh! Fun!”

“Chloe, it may be able to perform right now, but the rest of me isn’t. Give it a few minutes and we’ll tackle the floor.”

“Oh no. It’s unclassy to waste, Lex. Didn’t you learn?” Pressing open mouthed kisses across his neck, chest and torso; the blonde pressed down on him slightly as she got closer and closer to his hips and the slowly responding member. “I’ll take care of it while you recover, old man.”

[westwingwolf]

I love that Chloe and Lex are going all out in a sex marathon to make up for their lost time. I don't think Lex should complain about not getting a break, he is getting what he's wanted for a long time. Good of Chloe to not let up, show him what it means to be driven.

[ChloeLovesLex]

Oooo, witty smut! Love it! Fun and sexy and ... whew. Good stuff :)

[somethingeasy]

Wow! This was a fantastic new chapter. It was hot, witty, charming, funny and… I mentioned hot, right? LOL!

I LOVED the way that Chloe continued to challenge, dominate and keep jeering at Lex throughout the love-making. I especially enjoyed the way that she took charge of the whole thing, and Lex basically followed along with the ‘itinerary’ she had planned out without the slightest murmur of protest… LOL! except of course complaining that she was trying to kill him.

Well, ALL of his wives have attempted homicide, so this is the nicest way to go, isn’t it? LOL!


Teasing him. God, even her clothes were infuriating.

ROTFLMAO! I LOVED this line. I loved how it summed up how Lex is eternally outmatched and frustrated in ALL kinds of ways around Chloe, but it’s that same frustration and sense of helplessness that he finds to be most irresistible about her. He literally loves being her doormat, and I can tell he’s looking forward to being harangued and harassed by Chloe for the rest of his life, LOL!

The sex was hot beyond all imagining, and I loved the worshipful, awed note that remained constant in Lex throughout the entire time. He was treating her like she was his everything, and I loved reading the description of him getting lost in her.


He froze. He had no idea she had thought of him in that fashion so early. God, they had wasted so much time. It could have been this. Delicious, fiery, liquid sin for almost five years. He was a damn fool.

ROTFL! Didn’t he feel like a DAMNED idiot over here. ROTFLMAO! I love seeing Lex when he’s struck dumb over his own sheer stupidity, LOL!


The sounds coming out of her mouth were so different than the gasping moans from the limo before. Lower, huskier, and he wished they had set up her interviewing gear beforehand so that he could get copies of these noises. Catalogue her squeals and grunts of pleasure as she clamped down on him like a vice. He felt a rush of heat spill onto him and struggled to keep standing as she jerked above and around him. Continuing his movements, they slowed as she came down from her high, easing her back to reality while he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from following her into the abyss.

Wow! The description of Chloe’s orgasm was majorly hot! It was INTENSE! It was nothing short of super-humanly extraordinary that Lex was somehow able to keep himself from coming right alongside her. LOL! I guess he’s determined to keep up to her expectations of their ‘schedule’ together.

I liked the very funny appraisal of Lex and Chloe looking over the couch and analysing which would be the best way to ‘use it’ for sex. LOL! I loved the realistic note of the high heels inconveniencing her by limiting her movement and position choices, as WELL as threatening her stability halfway into the second orgasm.


Narrowing his eyes at her as she glared back at him over her shoulder, Lex plunged in but held still as he leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Not my toes that are directly under the weight. I only dole out pain in carefully measured doses, and that’s after trust has been built. While you seem to enjoy taunting me with these little quips about needing reassurance; I don’t think you realize that my caring for you doesn’t stop the second those clothes come off.” Didn’t she get that? Why was he emasculated for making sure her feet were safe? Why did he have to fall for someone so goddamn infuriating?

oh WOW! This was a beautiful, heartfelt, sincere speech from Lex. I loved it! I loved how Lex is irritated at Chloe for not appreciating his sweet concern, as WELL as being irritated at HIMSELF for not being able to stop worrying about her in any context and circumstances. LOL! Poor Lex is trapped being madly in love with Chloe Sullivan, whether he likes it or not, ROTFL!


“God, how many more issues are you going to come up with between rounds?” Chloe asked, agitated. “I naked, bent over a couch arm, willing—and you’re concerned about your fucking toes?!”


“Fantastic.” She muttered sarcastically writing her hips as best she could to gain friction. “Best I ever had. You’re a stallion who drives the memory of any other man from my bodies’ memory.”

:rofl: ROTFLMAO!
I mentioned that I loved, LOVED Chloe’s jeering, sarcastic, mocking comments throughout their love-making session? It was my FAVOURITE part of the chapter, and I loved the tone it set for both of them. They were both taking such intense pleasure in each other’s bodies, but you can tell that this pleasure paled in comparison to the pleasure they took in the ‘meeting of their minds’ clashing against each other, LOL!

THIS is what set this love-making session apart from all the random fucks that Lex has indulged in over the years. You can tell he’s NOT used to his partners being so sarcastic (but still affectionate). But he loves it! LOL!


“Chloe, it may be able to perform right now, but the rest of me isn’t. Give it a few minutes and we’ll tackle the floor.”

“Oh no. It’s unclassy to waste, Lex. Didn’t you learn?” Pressing open mouthed kisses across his neck, chest and torso; the blonde pressed down on him slightly as she got closer and closer to his hips and the slowly responding member. “I’ll take care of it while you recover, old man.”

ROTFL! I loved, LOVED the ending lines of this chapter. Chloe is not going to let Lex rest in between exhausting sexual (and intellectual) marathons. You can tell that she’s never going to let up for a MINUTE on him. You’d better be prepared for one heck of a seriously challenging relationship, Lex. If you offer anything less than your complete best, Chloe is going to end up bored, ROTFL!

This was a GREAT chapter. I loved the dialogue as well as the hot smut. I look forward to seeing what direction your writing takes in the future. Good luck!

[lilinny]

You are too good at this to be your first story. Love it!!

[Lily]

Love It... Can't Wait For More!

[marcy2401]

Great Banter. Love this story. Can't wait to read more.

[dagney]

That was Whooooo Hoooooo steamy, kinky, delightful, naughty, I think Chloe is a sex machine I only hope Lex can keep up. Dagney

[manny]

always love a smart ,sexy story. more soon please

[starmoon]

very sexy!!!! :drool: :drool2: please keep going i can't wait for the next great chapter.

[BackupLover]

Disclaimer: Still not mine, despite a wickedly clever ploy of mailing Santa in May as hopes the time lapse would get me better presents. I blame those Communist elves.
**Note** Thanks again for all the comments! I'm having a little trouble writing the last part, but hopefully this will tide you all over. Feedback=love, as always.

He could swear she was writing a draft with her tongue from the amount of time she spent laving his body. There would no doubts be marks along his pectorals, especially when Chloe discovered that his right nipple had a tendency to get puckered faster than the left. Then performed her own happy experiment about just what stimuli were needed for response of the other.

While Lex actually regained his composure a third of the way into her ministrations, he was content to merely watch her methodical process. Each time she found a new scar on his body, he could see her mind working through its recesses trying to connect it to an experience. Some of them she could account for, others he could tell puzzled and intrigued her. One, in particular, between his third and fourth ribs, she kept coming back to. Questions would come later, it was certain. But at her scrunched nose and tilted gaze, he had merely drawn her up for another languid kiss.

If he could spend hours doing this, he would. Lay back and let her explore his naked body. Slowly, his cock had gotten more and more excited, but there wasn’t the overwhelming need and frustration he had felt earlier. Time seemed to have slowed in her moderately sized apartment. Each of them was attracted to each other, but it seemed the couplings from before had sated them enough for the moment. That calm ended when she took his length in her mouth. That wicked mouth, made for banter and sinful acts. Currently occupying itself with him.

“Jesusfuck!” he whispered when she put pressure just under the crown. His left hand came down to brush itself over her cheek before resting on her hair. “Do that again.”

Chloe’s eyes twinkled with lusty amusement over his outburst. He had done a good job of keeping quiet during most of her explorations, with the exception of an occasional murmur of approval; but it seemed his weakness was one most men suffered from. However, she acquiesced to his demand before applying more suction and drew him further in.

It was a sight that made him once again wish they had gone to his place. Where the living room was tricked out with cameras. Because this? The image of Chloe Sullivan straddling him while giving one of the best blowjobs he could remember? It was so intense that he wasn’t even thinking about the inevitable release. And then she did something wicked with her tongue that somehow felt like waves and release was back in the forefront of his mind.

Gently pulling her off him, Lex drew her back up his body, moaning when her breasts brushed his now very interested member. “Too good. Not going to last.”

“But I was busy.” She pouted, giggling when he lunged forward to grab the extended lower lip.

“I noticed. Are you going to help an old man out and be on top this time?”

Her laughter was louder now as she resituated herself. “I suppose that would be the decent thing to do.”

“Because you and I are all about decency, Miss Sullivan.”

“Oh, yes Mr. Luthor.” She purred, making a warm shiver run down his spine. “There are so many with... poor moral fiber that we denizens of Smallville need to provide them with an example.”

A smirk grew over Lex’s face at the idea of the two of them making an educational video for those Smallville inhabitants who requested guidance from the town’s most infamous citizens. No doubt the school system would need to move past that archaic abstinence-only campaign they continued to stand by, even after Chloe’s biting article about unwanted pregnancies and venereal disease statistics among uneducated teenagers. He remembered that article vividly, as Chloe’s writing ability enabled her to ask for better education while at the same time insinuating the high school cheerleaders had a team wide case of syphilis. Clark had been unamused, while he and Pete Ross had found common ground in snickering at their friend’s blush and confusion.

The thoughts stopped when she grasped his shaft firmly and gazed down into his eyes. “And since you’re such an *upstanding* individual; maybe you would like to say a few words?” Her challenge was accented with a firm up-and-down motion that wasn't quite hard enough to pump, but more than a teasing graze.

Oh. They were back to that game. The one where quotes and quips were matched quickly and with accuracy. Mind you, they had never done this naked before. Especially never while he was inside her. This game was so much better. But she literally had the upper hand here, so he needed to watch himself. Losing to Chloe in sex was one thing, but never the game that had led to his infatuation during her stay as a modern day Rapunzel in his ivory tower.

“It had been my experience that folks who have no vices...” at this point Lex thrust up, brushing the head of his cock against her clit; resulting in a whimper and shimmy from the vixen astride him. “have very few virtues.”

For his reward, she slowly lowered herself onto him, sitting still once he was fully embedded. Biting her lip- that annoyingly cute habit that had made him so distracted while he tried to protect her that summer. Then she leaned down to his ear, bit the lobe and answered. “Abraham Lincoln.”

“Good. Your turn.” He panted, caressing her breasts. “Don’t let me down, sweetheart.”

She was silent for a moment, and he could understand the need for pause. It was damn difficult to be witty and intelligent when there was so much grinding going on beneath her. However, Chloe Sullivan had already had her way with him in words many times tonight. He wasn’t about to give her a reprieve. Sitting up and wrapping his arms around her waist, Lex caressed the skin there while mouthing a line across he collarbone, nipping and sucking. Providing her with the distraction she gave him even in the mildest of settings.

“The most violent--” the word was accompanied by her nails drawing lines down his back, scraping skin and providing him with delightful pain. Sweat running into the scratches reminded him of the pain he felt when he saw her from afar, read her accomplishments yet was too afraid to sent congratulations, arguments that bordered on the edge of repartee and seduction. “appetite in all creatures is lust.”

“Joseph Addison.” He replied, pulling on her lower lip once more, running his tongue along it’s edge while it was caught between his teeth. “I thought you hated Cato.”

“I do. Would you like me to stop so we can debate?” She was requesting an out, in her own way. And any other time he might have given it to her. But now she was riding his cock and he had everything he had ever wanted. Lex Luthor may give her leeway more than any other person; but he was still a Luthor. They held on to what was theirs. Forever. However, teasing may be in order after her mocking tone from earlier.

Lex pretended to pause, stopping his thrusts completely and looked contemplatively over her right shoulder. After about forty seconds, she grew impatient and began grinding on him. Providing herself with friction where he only got the pressure and dead weight. It was something that had taken his father forever to figure out. Cut Chloe off from what she wanted and she simply found a better and potentially more annoying way to get it while you suffered. So it was usually best to allow her free reign. Yes, that was his reasoning for giving her anything she wanted. Respect. Not borderline obsession/love. It was only so she could be monitored. Good. Not necessarily true, but good.

“I know only that what is moral is what you -- feel good after and what is immoral is -- what you feel bad after.” Between his phrases, Lex twisted a nipple and pulled her down as he drove upwards with his hips. Chloe’s nose scrunched as she scrambled for an answer and something to hold on to, but he then slid his hand down to her clit. Keeping the motions going, he began to suckle on her neck, grinning against the skin when she was unable to answer. Her muscled tightened around him as he bit down while rubbing tight hard circles on the nub. Lex heard the whimper of defeat before she arched her back and let out a long, drawn out moan.

Coming down from her high, Chloe began to swivel her hips and stroked that spot near his ear with her tongue. Reaching behind her, she kept a steady grip on his shoulder while she fondled his balls.

“Godfuckyes!” he whispered, returning his mouth to it’s former position. Gripping his hand and gently moving it to her own breast, Lex encouraged her fondling as he lay back on the floor to watch her. “Think you can come again?”

Panting was the only sound that reached his ears, but her eyes said so much more. Deep green pools of arousal, intelligence and challenge. He could practically hear her scathing thoughts; calling him an old man and snickering about having to take care of herself. It didn't really matter, though. She made the most addicting faces and sounds when she climaxed.

She was hell, purgatory and salvation; rolled into one woman. Their connection to each other was practically overwhelming to him at times, and there wasn’t a price in the world he wouldn’t pay to keep her with him right now. Riding him with abandon and occasionally wetting her fingers to stroke at her nipples once more. The blood pounding through his own ears kept him from hearing her chant; but her lips were easy enough to read. “Nownownownownow...”

With a few more rolls of their hips, Lex fell into the abyss milliseconds after he felt both her internal muscles and fingertips tighten on his hips. Saw her head fall back as she arched above him with a silent scream. Everything went gold, not white, gold. The color of Chloe’s hair, precious metal, precious *her*. As he regained sight and hearing, the spew of curse words he heard seemed to be coming from his mouth. On her part, Chloe’s head was nestled on his shoulder and she was chuckling.

“Have I mentioned how... amusing I find you when you can’t speak coherently?”

“Have I mentioned how amazing I find it when I make you unable to speak coherently?” he countered, rolling her to the side and sliding out. Sitting up against the couch, Lex pulled her over to him and placed a kiss on her temple.

“So do you feel moral or immoral?”

Chuckling with her, he entwined their fingers and kissed the inside of her wrist before closing his eyes with contentment. "By Hemingway's definition, I'm the fucking Pope."

[hfce]

Oh my God that was an amazing update. Yumma yum, yum. :drool2: I do have a question though. Are Chloe and Lex dating each other?

[goodlove]

Oh. Wow. Guh. :drool2:
That was awesome! I've never read a fic that so seamlessly blended smut and wit - and gormless, desperate, yet outwardly cool and self-controlled Lex - and made me wish for a good book of quotes at the same time.

I LUV Lex as the Pope! Can you see the beany? Can you? Hunh?

I liked all parts of this, from the wonderful, illuminating internal monologue to the runtogetherwordsofpassion in spots, but my favorite parts of all were Lex letting his internal monologue go external and Chloe's schedule of three fantasy years fulfilled, starting tonight, toes optional. He really does care and I like her beginning to realize that. I have a feeling that summer was hotter than we ever got from the show.

I like the light tone and characterization because you do a good job of not letting it get too fluffy and sappy. Chloe would ask for coffee rather than a coffee company. No vision, that girl, no vision at all. But very in character.

Keep up the good work!

[lilinny]

Fantastic banter. Love it! Want more of it!!

[purplemoon123]

Wowers!!!! This is just hawt!!!! Chlex having marathon sex to make up for lost time. Glad to see that the verbal judo continues on even when they are going at it like bunnies.

Rocio

[Dominique]

Love it, Love it...Give us more....:blinkkiss

[gecko]

great story, luving the banter between chloe and lex, and only they can conduct verbal judo whilst having sex. great work can't wait for more, keep up the great work

[BackupLover]

Disclaimer: Cannot claim. AlMiles proved to be steafast in their holdings despite that terrifying SuperSoaker I pulled on them.

**Sorry about the delay! Vacation + work when back = less writing time. I also blame the fluffy ending on the time spent relaxing in South Carolina with friends and good wine**

When he heard movement in the other room, Lex opened his eyes. She wasn’t next to him. Shit.

Someone had broken into her apartment, and kidnapped her right after he had gotten everything he wanted. Damn her and her never-ending deviousness. Now he would have to call Toby to be on standby again while he looked up the tracking devices in her favorite heels, tape recorder, cell phone, and car.

Sighing, he stood and went over to her doorway where he had dropped their clothes last night. Pulling up his pants, he smirked at the memory of frantic hands and mouths. Then remembered that she was gone and he had to save her.

Wait, what was that? Music. No lyrics, just a sensual pounding beat of guitar and piano. Some sort of acoustic thing she would listen to when trying to relax. They had had this conversation before. Chloe had an inordinate amount of music like this, compilations of similar tempos and instruments that she would slip in while she wrote. He remembers her answer to his questioning while he flipped through her CD’s after dinner one night. (“My writing is *mine*, not some meme influenced by another person’s angsty thoughts or feelings.”) She had been fiercely protective of every aspect of her process. One of her bodyguards got reamed when he had mistakenly borrowed her favorite pen to finish a crossword puzzle. (“What the hell? Do I steal your gun to go skeet shooting?! No! And why the fuck do you have downtime? Is keeping me alive too boring for you?! Is it? Because I will fire you and release some embarrassing PhotoShop images to spice up that newly unemployed lifestyle if you touch my shit again.”)

And then she appeared in the doorway to what he presumed to be her bedroom. Clad in his tuxedo jacket from last night with a set of lingerie that must have been made by the gods to look that sinful. Burgundy lace bra and panties, which were accented by black fuck-me heels. She had taken her hair down, and it lay in that adorably skewed way he lowed so much. It gave the sense of Chloe to the woman before him. Showed her spunk in physical form before she opened that wickedly smart mouth.

“Present?” he asked after swallowing, eyes raking over her for a fourth time as the shirt dropped back to the floor. “Or are you trying to distract me while you steal that three thousand dollar blazer?”

Chloe grinned and struck a pose, biting her lower lip and cocking her hip. “Baby, I could steal LuthorCorp out from under you right now and you wouldn’t give a damn.”

“I’m rather you be under me right now, but we can negotiate my company later if you have some ten-year plans.”

“All of my ten-year plans involve you.”

It took a second for her comment to fully register in his brain, but then he was off the wall and propelling her to the bed. Attempting to suck out her soul through her tongue. Or at least reclaim his. She was moaning and pressing lush curves against him, clothed in sin. Lex ran his hands through her hair, pressing more fervent kisses to her face and neck.

“Tell me, Lex.” She panted as he bit down on his collarbone. “Tell me when you first wanted me.”

He chuckled into her hair and ran a teasing hand up and down her spine, making her shiver. “Sweeheart, I can’t. I have no idea when exactly you crept into my dreams. You just were. And the years only compounded the obsession.”

“Idiot. I know you’re obsessed. I wanna know for how long.”

“And I can’t tell you. It’s just there.” Looking at her eyes, he saw the new flicker of apprehension. Where had this shyness come from? Had she fallen back into her relationship tendencies of thinking she wasn’t good enough? Oh yes, he knew. Knew what an impact Smallville had on an outsider’s psyche when compared to farm fresh morality. Hell, the first eight months he lived there he tried to find a new family to make himself feel better. Before realizing that there wasn’t really a point and he needed to embrace himself. She was the same as him, big-city girl stuck in the small town.

Chloe had left the Daily Planet when it became obvious that they were going to constantly overlook her hard work for the standard eight-grade reading level work of her cousin. She flourished as go-to reporter for the independent Premium Monthly magazine, which focused on the business and political world of Metropolis. Which, lucky for him, guaranteed frequent sightings. Of course, after tonight he had a built in excuse to stalk her. Fantastic sex with the promise of more.

“Boo.” She pouted, attempting the confidence from before. She failed. He could see the subtle fear in her face, needing acknowledgement that this wasn’t a one-night stand or taking advantage of a friendship that had always bordered on more. “You’re no fun. Not answering my questions. Like always, Lex Luthor avoids the interview.”

“What are you really asking?” he countered with a half-hearted smirk, unsure of whether or not to press. For a reporter, Chloe was suprisingly private. “Because you pointed out in the limo that I had feelings for you in Smallville. Chastised me for my choice of distraction, even though there was never any true animosity between us during those few months.” That’s right, boost her back to normal levels by reminding her of snarky conversations.

Then there was something he had seen only a few times. Chloe Sullivan, *silent* and vulnerable. It was when she felt trapped that the smart mouth would start, and someone usually lost a nut. She was always the strong, opinionated one; whose self-confidence knew no bounds once she had cut ties with Smallville and soul-stealing farmboys. In fact, it was thanks to Clark Kent that he had ever seen her exposed. But both of them were past him now, so far beyond pseudo-friendships and judging stares. He had to fix this, make her who she really was. A phoenix, risen from the ashes spread by Lionel Luthor, flourishing in her element.

Massaging her hips, Lex licked around the shell of her right ear and blew before asking her a question in his huskiest tone of voice. “Or are you simply wondering which one of us crossed that fantasy line first?”

At her silence, his decision was made. Bite the bullet Luthor, and tell her the truth. That you’ve been in love with her since the second she entrusted you with her life for nothing in return. The way she didn’t blush at his innuendos, but instead lobbed them back with a wink or shimmy. Showed him the vixen inside the stifled persona of high school newspaper editor.

“Chloe...” he murmured, placing a trail of kiss down her jaw line before pulling back to look at her intensely. “There was never one moment when the sides shifted because I’ve always been enthralled by you.”

It was the truth. It began with fascination over her lack of respect for him and his family name. The way she countered his vague quotations with pithy dialogue of her own. She had provided him with a show of spark in a small-town where he had been banished. “The third time I came to visit you in the safehouse I was late, remember?”

She looked at him puzzled and he grinned wolfishly, knowing that this confession would boost her confidence back to its former intoxicating level. “I was in my apartment; trying to tell my cock that standing up while watching surveillance videos of you was the worst possible thing it could do when I was trying to keep you safe. That there were highly trained former military men living with you who would probably shoot me if I suddenly bent you over that kitchen table and made you come while they did their weekly check for bugs.”

Her eyebrows rose, and he could see the familiar spark start to appear in those green doors to nirvana. Skimming his left hand over her curves, Lex inwardly smiled when a soft shiver followed his ministration.“I had to pull over on the drive down to satisfy my urges before pulling in. Because there was no way in hell I would have been able to keep myself from kidnapping you from witness protection for my own nefarious dreams without taking the edge off.”

“I had this whole plan in my head that played over and over the few times I was able to sleep. You and I would speed away from them, and somehow we’d end up at my lakehouse in Tahoe. Live there until the trial, exhausting every item of furniture there from the sex.”

“We could exhaust every item of furniture in here?” she offered, setting her shoulders back as she grew more comfortable. Unfortunately, that action caused her breasts to wiggle and it was a full four seconds before he regained solid thoughts.

“Later. You wanted to know, so I’m going to tell you. And I want you to sit on that bed until you hear it.”

“Sit on the bed?”

“I’ll be in that chair.” Lex pointed to the red velvet... thing in the corner. Something she must have found in a flea market, because he wasn’t even sure what kind of furniture it was supposed to be, but it gave him the distance necessary to drive her insane.

Words were Chloe’s undoing, not intimate touches that made him just as needy. Banter was her downfall, just as her breasts were his.

She followed his request, but gave him a puzzled look. “Why?”

“Because...” he purred, looking at her with heated eyes. “I want you dripping for me when we have a go on your bed.”

Her own hazel orbs darkened, and she propped herself by the headboard against the huge stack of pillows. She started to take off her shoes, but stopped at the growl which emerged from his throat.

“No. I want that outfit on you as you writhe with need.” He lowered himself into the chair and sat back, not caring about his prominent erection showing though his pants.

“You see, every item of furniture in your safehouse was personally chosen by me for comfort and strength; in case I managed to lose my self control and take you one night. I knew the threadcount of the sheets in your bedroom, and had my own bed match. The mirror there was large enough and positioned so that in the event something did happen, I was guaranteed to see your face when you came. The tiles in your shower were chosen because they were slick enough that your fingernails wouldn’t break if we had sex in there and you clawed the walls.”

He remembers the looks he received from both the FBI and his own staff as he sat pouring over floor plans and interior design books. The glances between General Lane and the head of the surveillance team when he told them to fill her bookcase with copies of Tolstoy, Bronte, Austen and Franklin; but gave her a copy of War and Peace with a box of matches on his first visit.

“The week before you testified, I kept having the same recurring dream. Would you like to hear it?” She looked at with heaving breasts, gripping the ends of his jacket as she nodded wordlessly at him.

“It’s you and me, in my penthouse in Metropolis. We’re watching the news as they replay the footage of my father being led into prison. Drinking champagne and toasting to the end of a reign.”

“You’re straddling me as the television stays on, wearing only a bathrobe because it isn’t the first time we’ve had sex that night. I’m in my pajama bottoms and there’s room service on the coffee table.”

She crinkled her nose but said nothing about the detail. “My hands are running up and down your thighs, teasing you as I can feel how wet you are. You’re rubbing your breasts on me through the silk and kissing my neck.”

“Rub your legs for me, Chloe. Show me what I’m doing to you as I tell you.”

The blonde gasped, but began to follow his direction and bit her lip. “Go on.”

“Then my hands move up to cup your breasts, massaging them but not touching the nipple. I can feel you squirming, trying to get them to where you want but I refuse and just watch you writhe.”

She moved her own hands up and began the motions, arching up at first touch. Holding the eye contact with Lex, he could see her pupils dilating at his instruction. “Take off the bra, sweetheart. Show me what I’m thinking about.”

“Would you like the honor?” she asked, and he smirked. Already impatient for him. But later, now he wanted her to be as desperate for him as he always was for her. Shaking his head, the billionaire motioned for her to continue.

“Slowly. Make me want it.”

“You already want it.” Came the mutter as she completed the action. “I can see how much you want it.”

Perfect. He loved the fact that she had been wearing a front clasp. It allowed for her to still be spread out inside his coat, a petty reminder that she was surrounded by him despite the distance between them. Bared on a bed, exhibiting herself for him. Only him.

“Like this?” she asked breathlessly as she reached up and cupped her newly-freed breast. Her nipples were hard and her breasts heaved when the cool air hit them.

“Harder,” he demanded. “Your nipples are hard, Chloe. Pull on one, twist it for me. I want to hear you whimper.”

“Now my hands are inside your robe. Caressing the skin I can’t reach with my tongue because you’re still on top of me. Rolling your hips with mine as we take our time to celebrate.”

Even without his say-so, the blonde’s hips began to move on their own. It wasn’t fair that she looked so angelic laying there while he sat in physical hell. Biting his cheek to hold back. “You taste like promises. Promise of a new life, where you’re free of Smallville and I’m free of my father and we can just... be. That was what I was fighting for that summer, sweetheart. Not to defeat my father but make myself worthy of you. A man, outside of his father’s control who could protect you.”

It was the deepest confession he had made. Ever. She had always been able to cut him to the bone by simply walking into a room; and it seemed that the prospect of having her the way he had imagined for years was better for him than church.

Chloe’s eyes were closed as she pinched at her breasts and he could hear the small noises coming from her mouth. Short and soft, he had to strain to hear them. She continued for a while before he stood silently and went over to stand next to her. He would have liked to tease her longer, but Chloe Sullivan always made his intentions fly out the window.

“Very good, sweetheart.” Lex murmured, leaning over the vast array of pillows before taking her in his arms and kissing her hard and deep. She shivered and groaned when he reached her sensitive lower back, arching so that he could grip her tighter between her panties and his coat.

His hands followed the curve of her waist down to the apex of her thighs. Pulling away slightly and chuckling at her throaty groan he watched Chloe fondle her breasts for a few minutes as he made his way back up her body before sliding his palm between her legs and cupping her gently. She pushed back against the hand, trying to make him do more but all he did was press the heel of his palm into her hard before pulling back, repeating the movement over and over as he continued to make love to her mouth.

She was gorgeous like this. Hair falling around her face as those soft sounds came from her throat. The throat where a nicely sized mark was beginning to show. Marking her *his*. And she would be. He wasn’t giving her up now that he had her. Just had to make sure she was alright with the idea. He wouldn’t settle for having her in anyway but whole.

Rolling them both over, Lex shot her a feral grin when she settled into the position he had spoken about. Not letting up on the teasing pressure, he bit at her neck each time her pelvis thrust into his palm. When a growl came out of Chloe’s mouth, he chuckled and slid the fabric over her hips.

Running a finger up and down her slit, he bit back a hiss at how hot she was down there. Instead, he grasped her hair with his right hand and forced her to meet his gaze. “Can you tell me where the shyness from earlier came from when you were dressed in nothing but lingerie and my coat?”

It took a few seconds for Chloe’s eyes to focus on him, and another three before she answered. “Old insecurities. Let it go.”

“No.” he stated, stopping his ministrations and ignoring her frustrated whimper. “What insecurities?”

Sighing, she tried to move away, but Lex held tight. “You of all people understand what damage Smallville can have on a person’s sense of self worth.”

Worth? What was she talking about? She was worth *everything*, and he’d give it to her if he wasn’t positive she’d leave him for it.

“That’s not an answer, Chloe.” He murmured, pressing soft kissed in her hair. “I want to know why, for a brief second, you looked like you were ready to bolt from your own apartment when you saw me by the door. Especially when you’ve made numerous references to the chemistry between us over the years. Last night was a long time coming, and I don’t want to leave here with you feeling anything other than bliss and sore.”

“Can we do this another time? When I’m not straddling you naked?” The request was accentuated with a roll of her hips that drew a gasp out of his mouth.

Lex shook his head slightly. “I can’t risk you leaving once we fall asleep. And I am spending the night.”

“After this round, I’ll tell you.” She promised, tweaking his nipples and shimmying on his lap.

That seemed fair, right? Get off, then make her explain herself in the afterglow. Pillowtalk was a good way to get information. It wasn’t him giving up, just a way of postponing the conversation. It would work, and he was going to ignore that little bell in his head saying this was obviously her way of distracting him. Because holding her lithe little body agains his, feeling her curves pressed against his chest

Holding her still, he waited until she stopped trying to squirm and looked him in the eye. “I’m holding you to that. This, last night, the last few years? It’s more than just sex, Chloe. And I want you to acknowledge that before we go further.” Because I wouldn’t be able to deal with you running away and hiding from me.

She was silent as she nodded, and then he surged forward and grasped that infuriating bottom lip with his own teeth. Her hands immediately fell to his crotch and once more his pants were unbuttoned. And then all thoughts were gone from his head, and they were once again a flurry of flesh and teeth.

Lex would have sworn he saw white when she stuck her tongue in his ear at the same time she gave his cock a particularly vicious pump. Her fingers manipulated the head over and over; the maddening pattern that followed over long lines and natural contours only fuelled his longing and was making his mouth water and caused eyelids to become heavy as the experience conquered his senses. He was riding an endorphin high so intense there was a brief moment when he considered having her sweat tested for cocaine. Because there was no way someone should taste, feel, *be* this good. And he wasn’t even inside her yet.

“Say it.” The words were bit out through clenched teeth and sounded guttural even in his own ears.

The raucous sound of her honest laughter greeted his ears, and Lex felt the knot in his stomach release. In a whisper, she ghosted her lips across his jugular. “Promise.”

Then he gripped the edges of her panties and ripped them apart. Chloe’s head fell back and that wicked smirk was back on her face when she looked back at him. “Told you I’d let you damage some property.”

“I’ll buy you more.”

She paused and shook her head smiling. “You already have me, Luthor. There’s no need for bribery.”

“Since I plan on tearing them from you, I figure it’s only polite to supply my demand.” He countered, letting the smile grow across his face at her declaration. “I’m foreseeing it becoming expensive as I don’t plan on you showing them to anyone but me.”

Taking her silence as acceptance, he lowered her onto his cock, moaning at the heat waiting for him. *This* was her. Passion embodied, the words of his fantasies spilled from his tongue as he laved her throat.

“When I move to suck on your neck, you whisper what you had to me when the safehouse blew up. ‘This is where everything changed.’”

“Then your hands are untying my pants and I’m sticking fingers into you. That red robe is up around your waist and you’re riding my fingers while I keep you from falling off my lap. When you come, no one would hear you because I’m swallowing your screams. You whimper into my mouth and grip my shoulders like you’re doing now.”

And she was. Chloe was playing out every aspect of his fantasy but adding new layers to it. Even dreams couldn’t address her new scent, this one faintly of sandalwood and ginger. Her breathing was louder and he hadn’t accounted for her adept realization that his nipples were hypersensitive.

Lex’s arms were guiding her motions and his gaze kept alternating between her breasts, her face, and the mirror behind her. He was enthralled as she rode him, most of her body hidden by a black tuxedo jacket; but strong thighs peeking out at the bottom. His hands, one gripping her hip and the other content to stroke her from hair to ass. Every few seconds, he glanced back at the image. Far from smutty, it was and erotic image that was going to be burned into his head. Played on repeat whenever she was out of his arms.

Then everything shifted. They were rutting against each other hard and fast. He was pretty sure the trigger had been her biting his collarbone when he had brushed a thumb across her clit, but it could have been when she mutterd the word 'mine' into his shoulder. Latching his mouth above her right breast, Lex drove his hips up as Chloe swiveled hers on each downstroke. It was a brutal rhythm, filled with friction and heat.

When his ears reconnected with his brain, he reveled in the babbling that was occurring from her mouth. “”God...yes... sogood... justlikethat-harder!”

Gripping her tighter, his thumb continued it tight, harsh circles against her nub and bit down on her earlobe with a groan. “Come for me, Chloe. Show me what I dreamed about.”

She was a vision when she came. Eyes flickering, head thrown back, hair a cascade of gold. It didn’t matter what angle he was looking at her, Chloe was a deity that he was glad to be worshipping. She could and had saved him on so many decisions that might have turned out poorly. Whenever he was on the cusp of a deal, he saw her in his dreams. What stopped him from taking certain steps was when she was walking away from him in his sleep. He couldn’t begin researching on the freaks of Smallville because that was her area and she would be betrayed. He couldn’t make Lana think she was pregnant because there was no guarantee Chloe wouldn’t stand by her friend in need instead of him when she mysteriously miscarried. She was his savior, the angel on his shoulder that kept him from straying the path.

But angels shouldn’t make him feel this way. Masculine, protective and aroused with just one wry glance at a press conference. It showed that she was a mortal woman. His greatest adversary, but a woman nonetheless. One with fears, faults and facets that had to be recognized.

Lex pumped into her eight more times after her muscles stopped keeping him still before he blanked. Nothing but her, in him, around him, with him. Chloe Sullivan was *hisalwayshisneverlethergo- Chloe!*, and he would keep her.

Rubbing a hand over her thighs, he slid the appendages up and removed his coat from her body before divesting her of the unclasped bra. On her part, the blonde raised her hips and hissed as she felt his cock slide out from her body. He followed along with her nudges and laid back onto the bed. She reached down and pulled up a sheet over them and joined him in semi-consciousness.

“Tell me, Chloe.”

She sighed, knowing what he was prodding about. To her credit, her shoulders didn’t clench and she didn’t pull away. “There’s always been this... fear that once I had you, you’d leave.”

Leave? The hell? He had been getting ready to pull a Persephone and kidnap her to his penthouse due to his overwhelming sexual frustration in regards to her. Lex voiced the only thought in his head that could keep her going. “Why?”

Now he could see the dry swallow go down her throat as she lay next to him staring at the ceiling. “He said you would.”

It had to be one of two people. His father or Clark. Her enemy or hero. They were the only two men who could make her insecure and he hated both of them. Two ends of a spectrum that shouldn’t exist for her. “Who?”

“Lionel.”

Ah. There it was. His father had picked up on her attraction to him when he was too blind to see the signs. He should be surprised, but it wasn’t unfathomable that the man’s obsession with his blonde bordered on inappropriate. The old man probably hadn’t realized it until his prison stay.

This was easier to deal with than her unfailing faith in the farmboy. Though their friendship had grown strained and was near nonexistent now, Lex was positive that Chloe would consider anything that came out of his mouth as partially true. “It isn’t true.”

“I get that now, in the afterglow.” She snarked, and he could see the smirk form out of the corner of his eye. Then she rolled over, bracing herself on both arms over him. Pressed a soft kiss to his lips before blinking twice. “Thanks for staying, Lex.”

He reached up and pulled her down to him. “I don’t plan on being anywhere else, Chloe.”


**The next post will the last of this story. Thanks to everyone for their positive feedback and encouragement! You all give great support to a writer!**

[hfce]

What an amazing update it was very hot! I Lex admitted he was into for a long time. It is good to read that. ;)

[westwingwolf]

Wow that was hot. I enjoyed learning about all the details Lex planned for Chloe's safehouse and that he desperately wanted to sleep with her. I hope he was able to reall convince her that he doesn't plan on leaving.

[lj715]

Excellent update, very hot.

[purplemoon123]

That was so hot!!! I loved finding out Lex's fantasy regarding Chloe and when they started.

Rocio

[Kit Merlot]

A very hot and passionate update--excellent work:D

[dagney]

Powerful on both the level of emotion and the erotic play btw the two. That he was motivated by wanting to be worthy of her. Also her fears of him leaving, the significant role Lionel and Clark play in her life. This was well worth waiting for. Dagney

[somethingeasy]

This was an amazing new chapter, and I LOVED reading it. ROTFL! I loved Lex’s extreme paranoia… he’s actually put tracking devices in her cell-phone, car and shoes?! but then again, it sounds like he has good cause to be paranoid. I can’t imagine how much the poor man must have suffered when he discovered his beloved had been kidnapped. He must have been frantically insane while looking for her.


One of her bodyguards got reamed when he had mistakenly borrowed her favorite pen to finish a crossword puzzle. (“What the hell? Do I steal your gun to go skeet shooting?! No! And why the fuck do you have downtime? Is keeping me alive too boring for you?! Is it? Because I will fire you and release some embarrassing PhotoShop images to spice up that newly unemployed lifestyle if you touch my shit again.”)

ROTFLMAO! Oh dear me… Chloe has a really NASTY side to her, doesn’t she? I actually winced at the visual of the poor bodyguard cringing away from this insane woman who was reaming into him for using a ballpoint pen. I wonder if he quit his job right after that incident. LOL! Or perhaps Lex fired him? NOT because Lex felt the poor man deserved to be fired for touching a random pen, but because I can imagine Lex being jealous of anyone experiencing an impassioned tongue lashing from Chloe Sullivan… that pleasure is only reserved for Lex Luthor. HE’S her only doormat target, and she doesn’t get to be nasty and vicious with anyone else… much less any other man, ROTFLMAO!

Oooh, Chloe looked really sexy as she posed for Lex in that outfit that she wore for him, LOL! She can probably set his blood boiling just but smiling at him, or even by entering the room… so I can’t imagine the overwhelming effect she has on him when she’s actually going out of her way to play the sex-kitten for him. LOL! I think she’s quite correct in her assessment that he would happily sign over LuthorCorp to her if she placed the papers in front of him and told him to put his signature there and there and there.


At her silence, his decision was made. Bite the bullet Luthor, and tell her the truth. That you’ve been in love with her since the second she entrusted you with her life for nothing in return. The way she didn’t blush at his innuendos, but instead lobbed them back with a wink or shimmy. Showed him the vixen inside the stifled persona of high school newspaper editor.

“Chloe...” he murmured, placing a trail of kiss down her jaw line before pulling back to look at her intensely. “There was never one moment when the sides shifted because I’ve always been enthralled by you.”

oh wow! This was a HUGE and amazing admission from Lex. I know it must have been VERY difficult for him to ‘surrender his power’ to Chloe by admitting how much influence she’s had over him for such an extraordinarily long length of time. But he actually admitted to the embarrassing truth… to make her happy. It’s wonderful, heart-warming and beautiful to see how much regard he puts on her happiness and welfare…. WAY over and above his care and concern for himself, OR for his pride. I loved that!


Words were Chloe’s undoing, not intimate touches that made him just as needy. Banter was her downfall, just as her breasts were his.

She followed his request, but gave him a puzzled look. “Why?”

“Because...” he purred, looking at her with heated eyes. “I want you dripping for me when we have a go on your bed.”

wow! Hot, hot, HOT!!! I loved this ‘new game’ that Lex started up with Chloe. Dirty talk has always been a weakness of mine in smutty fics, and Lex has always been a master of combining wordplay and sex-play. I loved the way he knew that it’s always the verbal judo that has been the main source of the chemistry between them… so I think it was a brilliant idea for Lex to use wordplay as a sexual game to rile her up into a lust filled frenzy.


“You see, every item of furniture in your safehouse was personally chosen by me for comfort and strength; in case I managed to lose my self control and take you one night. I knew the threadcount of the sheets in your bedroom, and had my own bed match. The mirror there was large enough and positioned so that in the event something did happen, I was guaranteed to see your face when you came. The tiles in your shower were chosen because they were slick enough that your fingernails wouldn’t break if we had sex in there and you clawed the walls.”

He remembers the looks he received from both the FBI and his own staff as he sat pouring over floor plans and interior design books. The glances between General Lane and the head of the surveillance team when he told them to fill her bookcase with copies of Tolstoy, Bronte, Austen and Franklin; but gave her a copy of War and Peace with a box of matches on his first visit.

Oh my GOD, that’s amazing! I loved the idea that, not only did Lex fantasize about having sex in every position and every place in that safehouse, but he even planned out the furniture, tiles and decorations with THAT particular objective in mind. Even though he knew it was a long-shot, he still couldn’t resist satisfying those obsessively lustful urges like that. LOL! Oh that amazing, ridiculous man! The FBI agents thought he was insane, even though they had NO idea about the visuals running in his head as he looked over curtain colours, tile textures, carpets and sofa cushions… LOL! sexsexSEXsex and nothing but sex! LOL!

Do I want to know about the planning he put into decorating his Metropolis penthouse? LOL!


“Then my hands move up to cup your breasts, massaging them but not touching the nipple. I can feel you squirming, trying to get them to where you want but I refuse and just watch you writhe.”

She moved her own hands up and began the motions, arching up at first touch. Holding the eye contact with Lex, he could see her pupils dilating at his instruction. “Take off the bra, sweetheart. Show me what I’m thinking about.”

“Would you like the honor?” she asked, and he smirked. Already impatient for him. But later, now he wanted her to be as desperate for him as he always was for her. Shaking his head, the billionaire motioned for her to continue.

“Slowly. Make me want it.”

“You already want it.” Came the mutter as she completed the action. “I can see how much you want it.”

Perfect. He loved the fact that she had been wearing a front clasp. It allowed for her to still be spread out inside his coat, a petty reminder that she was surrounded by him despite the distance between them. Bared on a bed, exhibiting herself for him. Only him.

Oh my friggen heavens! That’s HOT!!! Wow! I LOVE your smut writing! It’s amazing and fantastic to read through.


Even without his say-so, the blonde’s hips began to move on their own. It wasn’t fair that she looked so angelic laying there while he sat in physical hell. Biting his cheek to hold back. “You taste like promises. Promise of a new life, where you’re free of Smallville and I’m free of my father and we can just... be. That was what I was fighting for that summer, sweetheart. Not to defeat my father but make myself worthy of you. A man, outside of his father’s control who could protect you.”

It was the deepest confession he had made. Ever. She had always been able to cut him to the bone by simply walking into a room; and it seemed that the prospect of having her the way he had imagined for years was better for him than church.

That’s gorgeous! I think it’s extraordinary that Lex managed to make a beautiful, heartfelt admission like this during a hot sexual session. It adds on a beautiful layer to the hotness of the scene. heh… I think Lex soothed a lot of Chloe’s insecurities this evening. Excellent!


“That’s not an answer, Chloe.” He murmured, pressing soft kissed in her hair. “I want to know why, for a brief second, you looked like you were ready to bolt from your own apartment when you saw me by the door. Especially when you’ve made numerous references to the chemistry between us over the years. Last night was a long time coming, and I don’t want to leave here with you feeling anything other than bliss and sore.”

“Can we do this another time? When I’m not straddling you naked?” The request was accentuated with a roll of her hips that drew a gasp out of his mouth.

Lex shook his head slightly. “I can’t risk you leaving once we fall asleep. And I am spending the night.”

LOL! It was only fair that LEX would also want some form of a confession after he’s ‘fessed up’ in such a beautiful, direct, open, honest way. I loved the idea that the reason he wanted a confession from Chloe is because he had a moment of panic imagining that Chloe was going to leave him the morning after this. After he’s made such a gorgeous declaration to her, AND after he’s given her such a stunning, intense sexual experience, and even after all the time that they’ve spent together… he STILL panics about her suddenly, abruptly and unexpectedly leaving him? I guess Chloe is not the only neurotic in this relationship with deep insecurity issues, LOL!

I also enjoyed that he knew that Chloe was only trying to distract him with sex from his line of inquiry… but he was willing to go along with it (for now) because he was getting desperate for her. But ONLY for now, he will be demanding answers in the afterglow, LOL!


Lex would have sworn he saw white when she stuck her tongue in his ear at the same time she gave his cock a particularly vicious pump. Her fingers manipulated the head over and over; the maddening pattern that followed over long lines and natural contours only fuelled his longing and was making his mouth water and caused eyelids to become heavy as the experience conquered his senses. He was riding an endorphin high so intense there was a brief moment when he considered having her sweat tested for cocaine. Because there was no way someone should taste, feel, *be* this good. And he wasn’t even inside her yet.

wow! That was an intense description on how Lex’s senses and entire being is overwhelmed by Chloe. I loved the description of comparing her to cocaine… just as uncontrollably overwhelming, and just as addictive.


“Then your hands are untying my pants and I’m sticking fingers into you. That red robe is up around your waist and you’re riding my fingers while I keep you from falling off my lap. When you come, no one would hear you because I’m swallowing your screams. You whimper into my mouth and grip my shoulders like you’re doing now.”

And she was. Chloe was playing out every aspect of his fantasy but adding new layers to it. Even dreams couldn’t address her new scent, this one faintly of sandalwood and ginger. Her breathing was louder and he hadn’t accounted for her adept realization that his nipples were hypersensitive.

Oooh, HOT! I loved that he continued to recount the fantasy, AND that he was discovering how the reality far outstripped the extraordinary fantasy he used to indulge in, because it’s so much better with Chloe also providing her own input into the fun.


Lex’s arms were guiding her motions and his gaze kept alternating between her breasts, her face, and the mirror behind her. He was enthralled as she rode him, most of her body hidden by a black tuxedo jacket; but strong thighs peeking out at the bottom. His hands, one gripping her hip and the other content to stroke her from hair to ass. Every few seconds, he glanced back at the image. Far from smutty, it was and erotic image that was going to be burned into his head. Played on repeat whenever she was out of his arms.

hot, hot, HOT!!! I loved the idea of him memorizing and branding this memory into his head right in the middle of experiencing it.


She was a vision when she came. Eyes flickering, head thrown back, hair a cascade of gold. It didn’t matter what angle he was looking at her, Chloe was a deity that he was glad to be worshipping. She could and had saved him on so many decisions that might have turned out poorly. Whenever he was on the cusp of a deal, he saw her in his dreams. What stopped him from taking certain steps was when she was walking away from him in his sleep. He couldn’t begin researching on the freaks of Smallville because that was her area and she would be betrayed. He couldn’t make Lana think she was pregnant because there was no guarantee Chloe wouldn’t stand by her friend in need instead of him when she mysteriously miscarried. She was his savior, the angel on his shoulder that kept him from straying the path.

But angels shouldn’t make him feel this way. Masculine, protective and aroused with just one wry glance at a press conference. It showed that she was a mortal woman. His greatest adversary, but a woman nonetheless. One with fears, faults and facets that had to be recognized.

Hmmm, well, wasn’t this interesting? It seems like this Lex didn’t commit all the ridiculous, Lana-obsessed mistakes that the Smallville Lex did. That’s quite gratifying to find out. And he managed to keep himself away from these mistakes because of a mini-Chloe scolding and shaking her finger at him inside his head, LOL! I loved that visual of Lex having a mini-Chloe conscience keeping him on the straight and narrow, even when they stopped being allies and friends.


She sighed, knowing what he was prodding about. To her credit, her shoulders didn’t clench and she didn’t pull away. “There’s always been this... fear that once I had you, you’d leave.”

Leave? The hell? He had been getting ready to pull a Persephone and kidnap her to his penthouse due to his overwhelming sexual frustration in regards to her. Lex voiced the only thought in his head that could keep her going. “Why?”

Hmmmm, I can understand where that fear might have come from. Chloe has abandonment issues that are as complex and deep-seated as Lex’s. But I loved that Lex was so completely flabbergasted by her fear because it was the most ridiculous and far-fetched kind of expectation from his point of view. It was just ABSURD for him to imagine leaving Chloe for any kind of reason. LOL! I’m impressed that he managed to keep himself from laughing at the suggestion.

Heh… it also makes sense that the sneaky, manipulative magnificent bastard would be responsible for sensing Chloe’s desires and playing on her deepest fears. I wonder whether Lex is going to be having ‘some words’ with his father for messing with Chloe’s head like that.


“I get that now, in the afterglow.” She snarked, and he could see the smirk form out of the corner of his eye. Then she rolled over, bracing herself on both arms over him. Pressed a soft kiss to his lips before blinking twice. “Thanks for staying, Lex.”

He reached up and pulled her down to him. “I don’t plan on being anywhere else, Chloe.”

*sigh* what a lovely, sweet ending. Loved it! I’m glad to see that they both seemed to have set aside the deepest fears with regards to being abandoned by each other. LOL! Now they only have to deal with Lex’s control-freak issues. What would Chloe say if she knew that he was bugging her phone and her designer shoes?!?? Would she be livid? Or would she be secretly flattered (even though she would feel obliged to scream at him for bugging her)? LOL!

[Tanschana]

Wow... hot... I think I have to find my man!
sheesh
Great story! Can't wait to see how it ends!!

[lilinny]

Love it! I can't wait to see how this ends!! Great chapter.

[carolannw5]

Excellent Story!

Just caught up can't wait for the end!

Love the banter between Chlex!

:clapclap:

[Impress]

That was hot. And good. Looking forward to the next part.

[crazychlexer]

OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:drool2:
MORE MORE MORE!!!!!!!
sorry but u can't finish like this! please a bit more!

[BackupLover]

Disclaimer: The reason this is so late is because I was being heldd in jail. I made the foolish attempt of holding AlMiles hostage and forcing them to write this into the script as a way to get MR back on the show for one final episode where he could reclaim Lex's balls. Pity they have those really good lawyers. Damn.
Author's Note: So this is it. The end of my first smut story. It's been a blast, thanks to all the positive feedback. You all are so great. Hope you like.

Game Plan Part Six

“Horse shit!”

Lex raised his eyebrows and gave her an inquisitive look. “You don’t think so?”

This was fun. Things weren’t awkward at all, despite both of them being naked. It was pretty fantastic, actually. To be holding a debate in her bed after making her come four times in an evening.

“It’s simply impossible.” Chloe stated, smacking a hand onto the mattress.

This action came very close to a delicate part of his anatomy, and he rolled onto his back to avoid unnecessary pain. Do not make the Chloe angry enough to squeeze anything important.

“I can’t believe you of all people are saying something’s impossible.”

“It’s not Pete.” She declared shaking her head. “It’s a robot. Something Lionel made to throw you off-guard. Or a meteor freak. Maybe Tina Greer’s back or something.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. Mr. Ross contacted me about a position in my public relations sector for LuthorMed. He told me to say hello if we saw each other again. I just did.”

“But it’s Pete, Lex! He hates you more than anything!”

“Apparently he’s gotten over those misappropriated grudges.” He responded smoothly. “Creamed corn was never in his future anyway.”

The blonde huffed and sank back against her pillows before crossing her arms. “I can’t believe he didn’t tell me.”

“Given your reaction right now, I can’t really blame him.”

Huffing again, she glared. “I am currently remembering eight different times when he told the wishing well to shove a meteor up your ass.”

Well. *That* was new. Things between him and Mr. Ross had been chilly in Smallville, but he didn’t think the boy had wanted to sodomize him with extra-terrestrial rocks. “It seems things shifted.”

“Evidently.”

“You didn’t think it was possible for the two of us to get along, did you?”

“I think it’s a cleverly disguised plan to kill you slowly while stealing millions in the process. It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

Chuckling, Lex pulled her towards him and stroked her hair. “I’m being used as means for him to gain practical experience before becoming a political public relations manager.”

“What?”

“We discussed it at his interview.” He explained, smirking. “Three years with my company will teach him the necessary skills and contacts before he goes to work for Senator Billings’ campaign for presidency with a stellar background and understanding of the pharmaceutical industry and swaying the public.”

Immediately, the topic switched over. Professional Chloe was back, ignorant of her present state. “Billings is planning a presidential run?”

Damnit, now he’d never get her back into the mood for morning sex! Stupid Lex! Don’t bring up work with her unless you’re both fully clothed and have other things to do! Stupid, stupid, stupid... Oh, hello.

Chloe rolled on top of him, sheet falling to her waist. As she straddled him, her arms were placed on his shoulders in a ploy for dominance. What she didn’t realize was that her breasts were now eye level for him.

...

...

...

“What the hell?”

“Are you going to give me an answer? Lex?” The little minx had flicked him! On the ear! Oh, and now the pretty breasts were going away as she sat up fully. Sad.

“It’s under consideration.” He replied, stroking her thighs. “He has some interesting thoughts on how to increase tourism economy.”

He felt the snort run through her entire body as Chloe gave him a wry look. “We’re talking Kansas, here. No one wants to visit us.”

“No, don’t you see? That’s exactly the problem! Nobody wants to come visit the landlocked state of corn and cows, but we have so much more to offer!”

“Fourth-rate athletic teams and a corrupt major city?”

That was a dig at him, he was sure of it. Bitch. “It’s not corrupt.”

“Go to the window and point to a building untouched by the Luthor name.”

If I’m corrupt, why are you here? I’m sorry- I’ll build schools, donate to save the lesser spotted monarch shrimp or something, help churches... churches! “The Metropolis Methodist Church on 39th Street.”

“You mean the Methodist Church that you and I set up a photo leak in front of when we were pressing charges against your father? The church you felt guilty about using and donated a substantial sum at their next fundraiser?”

“You remember that.”

“I remember everything about that summer. It changed everything.”

“Obviously. The memories just got compounded into fantasies for both of us.”

Snickering, Chloe wiggled above him. She wasn’t wet, but the glint in her eye told him that she wouldn’t be adverse to the idea of another round. “More than one?”

Running a hand over his face, Lex raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to tell me you’re so tame as to have only one?”

“Later.” Came the response as her brow furrowed in thought. “How much is Billings going to ride on the whole ‘farmer with a back forty’ line that he’s trying to shove down our throats?”

“Probably the same amount that he is now. Do you have a problem with relying on the homegrown vote?”

“Look, if Pete’s aligning himself with a presidential candidate I want to make sure it’s one who can win. Right now, he isn’t.”

“Excuse me?”

Chloe sighed, and ran a hand through her hair. “The man’s been relying on that homegrown vote, but it’s not actually something he can claim. His grandparents moved the family to Wichita once they got married, and that ‘family farm’ belongs to his wife’s side. And they only keep the land as a vacation home.”

“No one’s complained so far.”

“Lex, I know that you know these things. I also know that you don’t really care that Billings won’t even make it past the primary. But if you’re nudging Pete along his career path, help him make the right decisions. Working for a campaign whose man has spent only 13 months of his three year run in the state he’s elected to isn’t it.”

It really was idiotic of him to let her go on this train of thought. Chloe didn’t even factor in what she was doing to him in a naked political debate. But he would have to make an effort to help Mr. Ross along if he didn’t want her mad at him. Maybe if he distracted her they could get back on the topic of him.

“I don’t have ties to the Catholic church.”

“Please tell me you’re not trying to use Catholicism as evidence of purity. You may not be able to touch them, but Dad put me in catechism. Hypocrisy that even a seven year old could point out.”

Now he had the vision of an elementary school Chloe arguing with a nun. She’d probably hit back if the bitch smacked her with a ruler. This now led to Chloe in a schoolgirl uniform. Or him renewing her faith in God through orgasm. He liked that idea.

“Wanna go again?”

And it seemed she wasn’t quite as obtuse about his physical state as he had perused role playing options. That is, if the wiggling and flushed cheeks were anything to go by. Still, she had stated terms before. “What happened to the game plan from last night?”

“Things change.” She shrugged, before looking down at herself. “Unless you want me to go take a shower, I’m a little gross right now.”

“You’re gorgeous.” Covered in dried sweat, but that was caused by him so it was alright. If she didn’t have a problem with his similar scent, he wouldn’t care about hers. Besides, a shower meant leaving the bed. “Does it matter to you?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Risky statement.” He commented, grinning wolfishly as he rolled them over. “I may have to take advantage of it. Repeatedly.”

Head thrown back, her whole body quaked with amusement; the laugh was loud and real. Everything about her was. A natural beauty, the likes of which he had never had before. Chloe Sullivan refused to abide by anyone’s standards of beauty, but knew to play up her assets. He respected her for playing the game while maintaining her sense of self.

“You can try.”

She was getting aroused. He could smell it in the air. Actually, that scent was etched into his memory now. Possibly the most intoxicating thing he had found outside of heroin. But getting to it in public would get him arrested just the same as an opiate would.

He reached down with his right hand and caressed her left thigh, lifting it up and sliding it around his waist. Chloe rocked into him, his hips swaying in time with hers. Lex kissed his lips and moved down her neck, connecting feathery lips with every nerve from her shoulder to her chin. She tilted her head back giving him easier access. As his left hand cupped her breast, his right hand slid down to her inner thigh, teasing her, squeezing her warm flesh in his firm grip. She sighed as he worked his fingers through soft curls, to find her ready for him. She was hot and wet and he relished the thought of filling her wholly, of taking her for himself. Forever.

He teased her running his fingers just outside of her opening, his cold hands only increasing her stimulation. He gave Chloe a light kiss before plunging a digit into her. She gasped with pleasure and he could feel her tightening around him. He wriggled his finger inside of her, he could tell she wanted more. Her eyes flew open as he skipped two and went straight for three fingers. This was perfection, and her back arched up displaying neck to him.

“Oh yes,” Chloe hissed and she pushed her hips into him, making Lex flinch a little at the sudden pressure. He stroked her clit with his thumb as he twisted his fingers to find which position would please her the most. She barely had time to calm down before he sent her off again, nipping where his previous marks were already showing in purple. His color. She was marked as his. Fantastic. Maybe he should leave a giant ‘L’ on her stomach, make it more blindingly obvious what he wanted.

It was interesting to him that he could detect the different stages of her stages of climax now. While she had a tendency to bite her lower lip when concentrating or trying to seduce him, it was the upper one that was gripped between teeth when she tried to stifle a groan of murmur. Chloe swallowed a few times when he first entered her with his cock, but then those closed lips always gave way to a feral smile.

Her eyes were only closed when she tilted her head back and arched. The rest of the time they were half mast or flickering lids. Lex could still see the ring of green around dilated pupils, but only if he was close enough to kiss her. Which he liked doing. She was an aggressive kisser, and occasionally nipped at his lips while their tongues battled for dominance.

Both of them disliked being out of a position of control, so they fought for it. Last night, he had simply been in awe of finally having her and drowning his senses that he had let her use his body for her own means. Now, it was a wrestling match in sheets. Whichever one of them was on top had to deal with the other guiding their motions, either through ankles on the ass or hands on the hips.

The position they were in now was one that was unquestionably rough. Chloe’s hands were pressed against the headboard as she thrust back counterpoint to sucking the hell out of his right bicep. She used teeth when leaving a hickey. That arm was bracing his weight while Lex used his dominant to propel himself into her with the carved ebony piece.

“You okay?” he panted, rebracing himself after knees slid on sweat-filled cotton-poly. “This good?”

The low chuckle that left her throat was all he needed for confirmation, but the blonde reached up to caress his cheek. “*This* is fanfuckingtastic. Almost worth the wait.”

“Almost?”

“Well... *gasp*” Lex reached down to grasp her thigh and hook it over his elbow. “It’s been what, six years of foreplay and making each other jealous?”

He knew what she was talking about. Was pretty sure she knew about his... talks with Gregory Hoover and Liam Interro. Two of her choices that were obviously not good enough. One of them was a bartender, for Christ’s sake.

“Jealous?”

She reached up and entwined her fingers with the hand on the headboard. “Knowing you were using my roommate didn’t make listening to her talk about it any easier.”

“Never slept with her.”

“Of course not. Your cock would have frozen off.”

The thrusting stopped. Looking at her incredulously, Lex blinked at the implication and was met by glinting eyes. He couldn’t do anything except collapse onto his right arm and laugh into her neck. Her giggles onto served to further his amusement.

“Too harsh?”

“The things you say during sex, Chloe.”

She licked the shell of his ear before suckling the lobe. “I like making you laugh.”

“I like you like this.”

“Naked with you inside me? Yeah, I’m a fan too.”

He resumed his motions, gentler now. “We’re good at this. I was terrified I’d hurt you.”

“You think you’re hard enough to break me? Please.”

“I think I’m hard enough to please you.” Christ, now she had him making stupid comments during sex. Great.

Chloe snorted and raised an eyebrow at him, her hands returning to their former position. “I’ll do you the favor of forgetting that statement if you can make me come in the next three minutes.”

“Deal.” She always did find some way for him to make up for incredibly out of character comments. Connecting a porn title to the ‘actress’ he had referenced when the two had sat and judged society women one particularly dull fundraiser. Of course, that had led into a very lively debate of fake breasts among society’s elite. He was pretty sure he had complimented her own very natural set at one point that evening. Lex was damn lucky he was enamored with her, instead of someone who would take advantage of his stupidity in some way other than sex. “Did you like it before?”

“Which time?”

“I mean, do you want to keep it at this pace or hard and fast?”

“Oh.” She bit down on that infuriating lower lip as she thought. “Before was good. We can go back to that.”

Alright then. Shifting, Lex moved his legs back and replaced her leg to its former position. Reaching up, their hands remained clasped as he drove forward and he bit down on her neck. Wasn’t entirely sure why they were both into using teeth tonight, but was probably something about laying claim past the morning.

Their movements were silent right now, but she was holding his gaze with lidded lust. Licking her lips every few seconds before that head of blonde hair fell back once more with a hissed “Yes...”

It was when he felt the initial tremors of an orgasm around his cock that Lex began pistoning into her. Because he could sense that the second she came, he would quickly follow into the abyss.

His own blood was pounding so loud in his ears that he had to consciously remember to listen to her keening moans to make sure it was still good for her. Remembering the erogenous zone under her breast, Lex’s thrusts grew more shallow as he nibbled on the spot. The combination of his movements and mouth had her finally coming an choked sobs, fingers gripping his shoulder and hand. Continuing his motions, he buried his face into the valley of her breasts as the sound of his own gasps could be heard.

Then she came again. The very feeling of his own release had her clenching once more and he felt the surge of male pride that was so very rare for him when with her. It was petty, possessive and he would make no apologies for the simple thought that ran through his mind as he watched her climax.

Mine.

Easing himself out of her, Lex peppered her face with soft kisses as her breathing calmed once more. Chloe’s head tilted gently upwards, lips seeking his own. The pair sat there on her bed in languid bliss and their hands seemed to fall naturally from the headboard between then, still clasped.

He was happily breathing in the scent of her hair when Chloe began to chuckle again.

“What?” He wasn’t really up to conversation right now, and was almost positive he would be less understandable than his brief intellectual plummet from earlier.

“Wanna be my date for the next fundraiser my editor is making me go to?”

What the hell was she talking about? “Hmmm?”

“Hey!” now she was poking him in the ribs. He should probably answer. “You listening.”

“Trying to. What are you talking about?”

“Charity dinner in two weeks. You’re taking me.”

Mentally running through his schedule, Lex’s brow furrowed. “What dinner?”

“New hospital wing. I’m an acquaintance with the primary donor. It’s on the fifteenth.”

“I’m not saying no, but why am I going?”

He could feel the grin against his chest as she responded. “Because Bruce is hosting it. And I promise to blow you in the coat room where he can walk in.”

Oh, he was so in. They could fly there in his jet. Introduce her to the mile high club on the way to pissing off his old classmate. He really did love her devious mind. This was going to be great.

[lj715]

Congrats on finishing your first smut fic, you did an excellent job. Loved it.

[westwingwolf]

Sad to see the end of a very smutty fic but you did an amazing job while it lasted. Perfect at keeping up the banter with the hot smut. I can so see Chlex being that way. And it's great to know that they are going to keep this relationship going. Love the thought of pissing off Bruce.

[hfce]

:rofl: That was great. I love smutty and sarcastic Chlex good job. :)

[Kit Merlot]

I loved that you never had Chloe or Lex lose their bantering edge, even when they were having sex:grin3:

So great work on the smut and on the humor and I hope we see more from you:D

[somethingeasy]

This was an awesome ending to a really FUN fic, BackUpLover! I loved reading every second of it, and it was great to see that the dialogue was still as sharp and fresh as ever, even after the two of them has ‘mellowed out’ in their love for each other. LOL! The two of them are NEVER going to get sick of bickering and scoring points of each other, are they? Awesome! ROTFL!


“Fourth-rate athletic teams and a corrupt major city?”

That was a dig at him, he was sure of it. Bitch. “It’s not corrupt.”

“Go to the window and point to a building untouched by the Luthor name.”

If I’m corrupt, why are you here? I’m sorry- I’ll build schools, donate to save the lesser spotted monarch shrimp or something, help churches... churches! “The Metropolis Methodist Church on 39th Street.”

“You mean the Methodist Church that you and I set up a photo leak in front of when we were pressing charges against your father? The church you felt guilty about using and donated a substantial sum at their next fundraiser?”

ROTFLAMO! Oh dear me… that was hilarious! ROTFL! I loved the way that Lex picked up (or perhaps paranoically imagined?) the ‘dig’ that Chloe made against him, and immediately started defending himself, only to lose abysmally to Chloe. ROTFL! He shouldn’t have even bothered trying to follow up on that argument when he should have known it would have led to his defeat, LOL!


It was interesting to him that he could detect the different stages of her stages of climax now. While she had a tendency to bite her lower lip when concentrating or trying to seduce him, it was the upper one that was gripped between teeth when she tried to stifle a groan of murmur. Chloe swallowed a few times when he first entered her with his cock, but then those closed lips always gave way to a feral smile.

Her eyes were only closed when she tilted her head back and arched. The rest of the time they were half mast or flickering lids. Lex could still see the ring of green around dilated pupils, but only if he was close enough to kiss her. Which he liked doing. She was an aggressive kisser, and occasionally nipped at his lips while their tongues battled for dominance.

Both of them disliked being out of a position of control, so they fought for it. Last night, he had simply been in awe of finally having her and drowning his senses that he had let her use his body for her own means. Now, it was a wrestling match in sheets. Whichever one of them was on top had to deal with the other guiding their motions, either through ankles on the ass or hands on the hips.

Hot, HOT!! And I loved the description on how both of their competitive take no prisoners come out into play whenever they’re between the sheets together. I LOVED the visual of both of them battling for sexual supremacy, trying to bend the other into submission, neither being willing to give in… *fans self* I think I need a cooling shower, LOL!


“Deal.” She always did find some way for him to make up for incredibly out of character comments. Connecting a porn title to the ‘actress’ he had referenced when the two had sat and judged society women one particularly dull fundraiser. Of course, that had led into a very lively debate of fake breasts among society’s elite. He was pretty sure he had complimented her own very natural set at one point that evening. Lex was damn lucky he was enamored with her, instead of someone who would take advantage of his stupidity in some way other than sex. “Did you like it before?”

That was really beautiful! I loved the insight about how much Lex adores and TRUSTS Chloe like he never would have trusted anyone else. He opens himself up to her completely, and is not afraid of seeming weak or stupid in front of her, because he knows that she will ‘never take advantage’. There is something REALLY sexy and irresistible about a Lex Luthor who isn’t afraid of giving Chloe his ‘everything’ without letting fear hold him back.


He could feel the grin against his chest as she responded. “Because Bruce is hosting it. And I promise to blow you in the coat room where he can walk in.”

Oh, he was so in. They could fly there in his jet. Introduce her to the mile high club on the way to pissing off his old classmate. He really did love her devious mind. This was going to be great.

ROTFL! That was a really great, cute, hilarious and fantastic ending to this fic. I loved the fun, sneaky, playful and adorable note that it ended on. This is a Chlex couple who is going to have many, MANY happy years of haranguing each other together. I feel so envious. This was a great fic, and I’m only sorry that it had to end.

Soooo, what’s your next fic going to be about…? ;)

[Sway]

that was an amazing fic. loved it!

[superag]

Smut filled banter. What two people couldn't do it better. I love this.

[Jehye]

This story was so fun! And sweet and hot at the same time. Thanks so much for sharing it!

[darkangel]

I'm happy that you finished your first fanfic. The best thing about this fanfic is the rapid-paced banter. I mean, I love the sex but their dialogue sells it.

[carolannw5]

Fantastic Fic! Love the back and fourth between Chlex during the smut! Excellent!

[Rachet]

This whole fic is great, but my favorite part was Lex's enter thoughts.

[meeaz]

Can't believe I hadn't read this yet. It was really really great! Please write some more Chlex, you do a terrific job at it.

[trckyrcky]

Just got a chance to read this fic. I really would love to see a sequel with Chloe and Lex attending the fundraiser and Chloe getting the chance to blow Lex in the coat room and then Bruce walk in on them.

[jstarr713]

aww lucky bruce gets to see the chlex sex magic lol