wistfulwatcher
15th May 2008, 14:36
Disclaimer: (Sorry!) I don't own... anything.
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There had never been a bald prince. That’s how she knew there was no happy ending with Lex Luthor.
When she was three, she idolized Cinderella, and adored Snow White. She dreamed of being like Ariel, and coveted the life of Sleeping Beauty.
When she was five, her mother left, and she was terrified she’d end up with a wicked stepmother.
When she was ten, she discovered a “true” collection of fairytales, written by the Grimm Brothers, their stories taken from the 1600s and earlier. She read about her heroines’ vengeful natures, rapes, and the gruesome details that accompanied their tales.
When she was eleven, she had her first kiss. Johnny Rosenblatt’s lips didn’t cause an orchestra to swell, and it didn’t cause her foot to pop, but it did make her question “true love’s kiss.”
When she was thirteen, she went on her first date and discovered that the fairytales were completely false. Joshua Miller looked like a pre-pubescent Prince Charming, but at the young age of fourteen, was already a frog.
When she became an adult on her eighteenth birthday, Chloe Sullivan became a full-fledged love cynic.
***
Lois had been planning the party for a month. All of her friends had worked hard to make her day special, so she rewarded them by keeping her mouth shut about the fact that she’d known since day three.
She’d heard Lois on the phone more than twenty times in the past week, only knowing it was for the party by the hushed tones coming from the linen closet.
Chloe let it go, not wanting to spoil this for her cousin. She knew Lois meant well, so she pushed back the urge to let her know she’d figured it out.
On the day of her eighteenth birthday, Lois woke her up with a loud, “Happy Birthday!” her father right behind, holding a tray with breakfast. Chloe smiled, and they slowly left her room.
She sat on her bed for twenty minutes, her breakfast sitting by her side. Her stomach refused the wafting smell of pancakes, though, her mind focusing on more important things.
She’d decided the night before that today was going to be special. She was going to have Clark Kent, her Prince Charming.
***
Along with keeping the secret that she knew about the party, Chloe went along with her cousin’s urging hand pushing her to shop with Lana.
Chloe felt different around Lana now, after her trip to Paris. They no longer felt like sisters, and barely managed a friendship. Since she’d come back with Jason, though, Chloe felt she deserved one more chance with her plaid-clad best friend.
The shopping trip was nice, though, as the two fell back into a soft friendship, neither being too open, but also catching up on their summers. Chloe was glad to have that back, and was slightly disappointed when Lana said they should head back. “Tapped out,” she claimed, but Chloe knew the truth.
The whole ride to the Kent’s farm was silent. Chloe was too busy thinking about what she was going to do to ensnare Clark to focus on a superficial conversation. As the car pulled up the drive, Chloe schooled her face to show confusion.
“What are we doing here?” she asked, not really needing an answer.
“I just have to give Clark something for his meeting. Will you help me carry this in?” Lana gestured to a covered box.
“What is it?” Chloe felt like she should mess with Lana for just a little bit.
“Just some stuff.” Lana moved faster, obviously running out of lies, and Chloe gave a little smirk.
“Well, why does he need—“ Lana cut her off by sliding open the barn door, revealing the dozens of people behind her.
“Surprise!” came the chorus of nearly everyone in her class. Chloe gave a shocked little gasp, then smiled.
“Oh my gosh, you guys!” She hugged her cousin, and then Lana, all the while scanning for Clark. Her eyes darted around the room as she tried to find a flash of plaid, but there was nothing.
She gave a discreet sigh, as she headed around the room to do her guest-of-honor thanking duties.
About five minutes into her party, she saw him. He looked nicer than ever, in his dress shirt and nice pants. His hair was as perfect as always, and as their eyes met, his lips turned up in a huge smile. My prince.
She took a deep breath, then headed over to him, as he came towards her. This is it, she thought. He finally realized that I’ve been here for him all along. But just as she took the last step to him, he walked two steps past her.
“Lana, you look amazing.” Lana smiled, looking down bashfully. Chloe’s heart sunk.
“You did a great job decorating. And you look so handsome.” Chloe couldn’t believe what she was watching.
Clark looked over at her, and she quickly threw an overcompensating grin on her face. “Happy birthday, Chloe,” Clark said, as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Thanks Clark. You dress up for me?” She attempted a joke, but heard and felt the way her throat caught in the middle.
“The guy from Princeton’s coming over.” Clark looked at his watch. “Actually, I should head in to the house, so he doesn’t see the party. Later, Chloe. See ya, Lana.” And he was gone.
That left Chloe standing there, looking at Lana. “Chloe, are you alright?” Lana looked at her, concerned.
“Yeah, just a little overwhelmed,” she lied. They slipped so easily off of her tongue these days. “I’m gonna go get some air. Thank you so much for the party.” She gave one last big grin before darting out the door.
Outside, she wandered over to a stack of hay bales, her eyes watering. Once she was secure in the shadowed area, she put her hand on the waist high stack, and bent over. Tears started flowing down her cheeks, leaving angry red marks in their wake. She sobbed for almost a minute before she started pulling herself together.
“You can do this Chloe, you’ve felt this before.” She took a deep breath and wiped away the dried tracks on her cheeks.
“I know adulthood’s difficult, but don’t you think you’re being a bit dramatic?” The cool confident tone of Lex Luthor rang out beside her, and she looked over at him. He wore his usual black pants and white shirt combo, with his long black jacket.
“Well, you know what they say—it’s my party, and I can cry if I want to.” She gave him a weak smile, and brushed her hair back into place. “If you’re looking for Clark, he’s inside waiting for the guy from Princeton.”
“I’m not here for Clark.” He looked at her straight on. “I’m here for you.” Chloe gave a little smile, and sat down on the hay bale.
“You don’t need to pretend, Lex. I’m fine.” Lex looked at her as he moved closer. Soon, he was standing in front of her.
“I’m not pretending.” Chloe looked up at him. “I saw what happened in there. I saw that look on your face, when you thought Clark was coming to you.” Chloe jerked her head down.
“Well, I’m glad you were amused, Lex. It’s good to see that the common folk still have some purpose around you.” She stood up, grabbing her purse from the ground and heading to her car.
Lex ran up to her and snagged her elbow. “That’s not what I meant. I’ve seen you around him, Chloe. You need to let him go. Stop pining for a man you can’t have.”
Chloe whipped around, and pushed Lex’s chest. “Oh, screw you, Lex. You don’t know anything about me.” She tried to storm off to her car again, but, again, he grabbed her arm.
“That’s not what I meant, Chloe. He’s in love with Lana.” Chloe glared at him. “You know that. And he knows you’re in love with him. And he hasn’t done anything about it. Take a hint.” He was glaring right back at her.
So she slapped him. “Go to Hell.” She pulled her arm from his grasp and unlocked her car door. Just as she was about to open it, she was spun around and pushed against the car.
“God, Chloe. You just don’t get it, do you! You’re so focused on your fucking Golden Boy that you can’t see anything—anyone else. Ok? He doesn’t fucking deserve you!” He looked at her face, just centimeters from his, and his lips twitched. Her eyes were wide with fear, and slowly pulled his arms from the car, yet leaving his face close to hers.
With one more hard look, he pulled back and walked away. Talking softly now, he tilted his head to the side, so she could hear him. “You’re very bright, Chloe. You have an amazing future ahead of you, doing important things for the world. You have to realize that Clark Kent is not as good as it gets. You could have anything you wanted, just handed to you, if you let him go.” He turned to face her.
“Why do you need him so much?” Chloe looked at him, her eyes still wide, and walked closer to him. She was, again, just centimeters from his face. Her eyes closed, and she looked back at him, moonlight glistening in the unshed tears.
“Because who else is there.” Lex squinted, staring at her. “He may not need me now, but one day, Lana will lose her appeal, and he will need someone who understands and loves him.” Finally breaking eye contact, she looked down. Mumbling, she added, “I need to be that girl.”
Lex looked pained as he reached two fingers under her chin and lifted it to meet her eyes. “That’s pathetic.” Chloe was lost, not knowing if she should cry then, or hit him. “You’re not a pathetic person, Chloe. You are better than that. Why don’t you get it?!”
Chloe smacked his hand from her chin and glared at him. “Did you ever consider the fact that I’m not who you think I am? Did you ever think that I might just be a sad, pathetic girl with no future?” Her gaze was unwavering.
Lex pulled her to him, then, his hand on her neck. Their lips met in an angry mess, her hands clawing at his coat as his yanked and tangled in her hair. He pulled back from her, and stared her down. “Never,” was the last word spoken before they met again, their lips and teeth sliding and clanking as the tears that had been gathering silently fell down her cheeks.
They moved backward, toward the hay bale, and Lex pushed her against the wall beside it. Chloe hurriedly pulled his jacket off, her hands sneaking up his back, to hold onto his shoulders.
They broke apart, his lips roughly skimming her neck, as his hand moved under her shirt. She moaned in his ear as he took her breast in his hand, the thin lace the only thing separating the two.
He lifted her against the barn, sliding his hand under her leg and removing the small fabric hidden under her skirt. She captured his mouth again, as her hands removed his belt, and slid his pants and boxers down.
He felt a groan on his throat as his hand dipped into her core, and she reached for him, taking the heated flesh in her hand. “Now, Lex,” she grunted, as he deftly entered her.
The sounds of the ongoing party surrounded them as they moved, neither one caring that just feet away stood a rowdy bunch of teens.
As Lex’s fingers teased her clit, Chloe bit her lip to keep from saying his name. Hiding her face in his neck, she came, gasping against him, as he choked, “Chloe.”
They stayed there for a moment, before he slowly set her down. As Lex tightened his belt and fixed his shirt, Chloe adjusted her skirt, and looked at him.
“Chloe…”
“I know what this was. I don’t expect you to be my Prince Charming, Lex.” I already have one.
“I’m not the Princess, and you’re not the Prince.” Lex looked at her, puzzled.
“So what am I, Chloe? The villain?” Chloe walked over to her car, stopping before she got in.
“That’s up to you, Lex.” And she was gone.
***
Driving home, Chloe thought about fairytales. She knew she wasn’t meant to fall in love with the villain, so she didn’t bother. No, she stuck to the story. She pretended she was the Princess, trapped in the tower. The Prince had no idea she was alive, but one day would save her from her confinement.
The only problem with her story was that she no longer believed in fairytales. She no longer believed in good vs. evil, right and wrong. Her image had been doused with gray, and the only thing that could snap her out of it was True Love’s Kiss.
Too bad her Prince Charming couldn’t find the tower.
***
This is my first Chlex fic--reviews are very much appreciated!
***
There had never been a bald prince. That’s how she knew there was no happy ending with Lex Luthor.
When she was three, she idolized Cinderella, and adored Snow White. She dreamed of being like Ariel, and coveted the life of Sleeping Beauty.
When she was five, her mother left, and she was terrified she’d end up with a wicked stepmother.
When she was ten, she discovered a “true” collection of fairytales, written by the Grimm Brothers, their stories taken from the 1600s and earlier. She read about her heroines’ vengeful natures, rapes, and the gruesome details that accompanied their tales.
When she was eleven, she had her first kiss. Johnny Rosenblatt’s lips didn’t cause an orchestra to swell, and it didn’t cause her foot to pop, but it did make her question “true love’s kiss.”
When she was thirteen, she went on her first date and discovered that the fairytales were completely false. Joshua Miller looked like a pre-pubescent Prince Charming, but at the young age of fourteen, was already a frog.
When she became an adult on her eighteenth birthday, Chloe Sullivan became a full-fledged love cynic.
***
Lois had been planning the party for a month. All of her friends had worked hard to make her day special, so she rewarded them by keeping her mouth shut about the fact that she’d known since day three.
She’d heard Lois on the phone more than twenty times in the past week, only knowing it was for the party by the hushed tones coming from the linen closet.
Chloe let it go, not wanting to spoil this for her cousin. She knew Lois meant well, so she pushed back the urge to let her know she’d figured it out.
On the day of her eighteenth birthday, Lois woke her up with a loud, “Happy Birthday!” her father right behind, holding a tray with breakfast. Chloe smiled, and they slowly left her room.
She sat on her bed for twenty minutes, her breakfast sitting by her side. Her stomach refused the wafting smell of pancakes, though, her mind focusing on more important things.
She’d decided the night before that today was going to be special. She was going to have Clark Kent, her Prince Charming.
***
Along with keeping the secret that she knew about the party, Chloe went along with her cousin’s urging hand pushing her to shop with Lana.
Chloe felt different around Lana now, after her trip to Paris. They no longer felt like sisters, and barely managed a friendship. Since she’d come back with Jason, though, Chloe felt she deserved one more chance with her plaid-clad best friend.
The shopping trip was nice, though, as the two fell back into a soft friendship, neither being too open, but also catching up on their summers. Chloe was glad to have that back, and was slightly disappointed when Lana said they should head back. “Tapped out,” she claimed, but Chloe knew the truth.
The whole ride to the Kent’s farm was silent. Chloe was too busy thinking about what she was going to do to ensnare Clark to focus on a superficial conversation. As the car pulled up the drive, Chloe schooled her face to show confusion.
“What are we doing here?” she asked, not really needing an answer.
“I just have to give Clark something for his meeting. Will you help me carry this in?” Lana gestured to a covered box.
“What is it?” Chloe felt like she should mess with Lana for just a little bit.
“Just some stuff.” Lana moved faster, obviously running out of lies, and Chloe gave a little smirk.
“Well, why does he need—“ Lana cut her off by sliding open the barn door, revealing the dozens of people behind her.
“Surprise!” came the chorus of nearly everyone in her class. Chloe gave a shocked little gasp, then smiled.
“Oh my gosh, you guys!” She hugged her cousin, and then Lana, all the while scanning for Clark. Her eyes darted around the room as she tried to find a flash of plaid, but there was nothing.
She gave a discreet sigh, as she headed around the room to do her guest-of-honor thanking duties.
About five minutes into her party, she saw him. He looked nicer than ever, in his dress shirt and nice pants. His hair was as perfect as always, and as their eyes met, his lips turned up in a huge smile. My prince.
She took a deep breath, then headed over to him, as he came towards her. This is it, she thought. He finally realized that I’ve been here for him all along. But just as she took the last step to him, he walked two steps past her.
“Lana, you look amazing.” Lana smiled, looking down bashfully. Chloe’s heart sunk.
“You did a great job decorating. And you look so handsome.” Chloe couldn’t believe what she was watching.
Clark looked over at her, and she quickly threw an overcompensating grin on her face. “Happy birthday, Chloe,” Clark said, as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Thanks Clark. You dress up for me?” She attempted a joke, but heard and felt the way her throat caught in the middle.
“The guy from Princeton’s coming over.” Clark looked at his watch. “Actually, I should head in to the house, so he doesn’t see the party. Later, Chloe. See ya, Lana.” And he was gone.
That left Chloe standing there, looking at Lana. “Chloe, are you alright?” Lana looked at her, concerned.
“Yeah, just a little overwhelmed,” she lied. They slipped so easily off of her tongue these days. “I’m gonna go get some air. Thank you so much for the party.” She gave one last big grin before darting out the door.
Outside, she wandered over to a stack of hay bales, her eyes watering. Once she was secure in the shadowed area, she put her hand on the waist high stack, and bent over. Tears started flowing down her cheeks, leaving angry red marks in their wake. She sobbed for almost a minute before she started pulling herself together.
“You can do this Chloe, you’ve felt this before.” She took a deep breath and wiped away the dried tracks on her cheeks.
“I know adulthood’s difficult, but don’t you think you’re being a bit dramatic?” The cool confident tone of Lex Luthor rang out beside her, and she looked over at him. He wore his usual black pants and white shirt combo, with his long black jacket.
“Well, you know what they say—it’s my party, and I can cry if I want to.” She gave him a weak smile, and brushed her hair back into place. “If you’re looking for Clark, he’s inside waiting for the guy from Princeton.”
“I’m not here for Clark.” He looked at her straight on. “I’m here for you.” Chloe gave a little smile, and sat down on the hay bale.
“You don’t need to pretend, Lex. I’m fine.” Lex looked at her as he moved closer. Soon, he was standing in front of her.
“I’m not pretending.” Chloe looked up at him. “I saw what happened in there. I saw that look on your face, when you thought Clark was coming to you.” Chloe jerked her head down.
“Well, I’m glad you were amused, Lex. It’s good to see that the common folk still have some purpose around you.” She stood up, grabbing her purse from the ground and heading to her car.
Lex ran up to her and snagged her elbow. “That’s not what I meant. I’ve seen you around him, Chloe. You need to let him go. Stop pining for a man you can’t have.”
Chloe whipped around, and pushed Lex’s chest. “Oh, screw you, Lex. You don’t know anything about me.” She tried to storm off to her car again, but, again, he grabbed her arm.
“That’s not what I meant, Chloe. He’s in love with Lana.” Chloe glared at him. “You know that. And he knows you’re in love with him. And he hasn’t done anything about it. Take a hint.” He was glaring right back at her.
So she slapped him. “Go to Hell.” She pulled her arm from his grasp and unlocked her car door. Just as she was about to open it, she was spun around and pushed against the car.
“God, Chloe. You just don’t get it, do you! You’re so focused on your fucking Golden Boy that you can’t see anything—anyone else. Ok? He doesn’t fucking deserve you!” He looked at her face, just centimeters from his, and his lips twitched. Her eyes were wide with fear, and slowly pulled his arms from the car, yet leaving his face close to hers.
With one more hard look, he pulled back and walked away. Talking softly now, he tilted his head to the side, so she could hear him. “You’re very bright, Chloe. You have an amazing future ahead of you, doing important things for the world. You have to realize that Clark Kent is not as good as it gets. You could have anything you wanted, just handed to you, if you let him go.” He turned to face her.
“Why do you need him so much?” Chloe looked at him, her eyes still wide, and walked closer to him. She was, again, just centimeters from his face. Her eyes closed, and she looked back at him, moonlight glistening in the unshed tears.
“Because who else is there.” Lex squinted, staring at her. “He may not need me now, but one day, Lana will lose her appeal, and he will need someone who understands and loves him.” Finally breaking eye contact, she looked down. Mumbling, she added, “I need to be that girl.”
Lex looked pained as he reached two fingers under her chin and lifted it to meet her eyes. “That’s pathetic.” Chloe was lost, not knowing if she should cry then, or hit him. “You’re not a pathetic person, Chloe. You are better than that. Why don’t you get it?!”
Chloe smacked his hand from her chin and glared at him. “Did you ever consider the fact that I’m not who you think I am? Did you ever think that I might just be a sad, pathetic girl with no future?” Her gaze was unwavering.
Lex pulled her to him, then, his hand on her neck. Their lips met in an angry mess, her hands clawing at his coat as his yanked and tangled in her hair. He pulled back from her, and stared her down. “Never,” was the last word spoken before they met again, their lips and teeth sliding and clanking as the tears that had been gathering silently fell down her cheeks.
They moved backward, toward the hay bale, and Lex pushed her against the wall beside it. Chloe hurriedly pulled his jacket off, her hands sneaking up his back, to hold onto his shoulders.
They broke apart, his lips roughly skimming her neck, as his hand moved under her shirt. She moaned in his ear as he took her breast in his hand, the thin lace the only thing separating the two.
He lifted her against the barn, sliding his hand under her leg and removing the small fabric hidden under her skirt. She captured his mouth again, as her hands removed his belt, and slid his pants and boxers down.
He felt a groan on his throat as his hand dipped into her core, and she reached for him, taking the heated flesh in her hand. “Now, Lex,” she grunted, as he deftly entered her.
The sounds of the ongoing party surrounded them as they moved, neither one caring that just feet away stood a rowdy bunch of teens.
As Lex’s fingers teased her clit, Chloe bit her lip to keep from saying his name. Hiding her face in his neck, she came, gasping against him, as he choked, “Chloe.”
They stayed there for a moment, before he slowly set her down. As Lex tightened his belt and fixed his shirt, Chloe adjusted her skirt, and looked at him.
“Chloe…”
“I know what this was. I don’t expect you to be my Prince Charming, Lex.” I already have one.
“I’m not the Princess, and you’re not the Prince.” Lex looked at her, puzzled.
“So what am I, Chloe? The villain?” Chloe walked over to her car, stopping before she got in.
“That’s up to you, Lex.” And she was gone.
***
Driving home, Chloe thought about fairytales. She knew she wasn’t meant to fall in love with the villain, so she didn’t bother. No, she stuck to the story. She pretended she was the Princess, trapped in the tower. The Prince had no idea she was alive, but one day would save her from her confinement.
The only problem with her story was that she no longer believed in fairytales. She no longer believed in good vs. evil, right and wrong. Her image had been doused with gray, and the only thing that could snap her out of it was True Love’s Kiss.
Too bad her Prince Charming couldn’t find the tower.
***
This is my first Chlex fic--reviews are very much appreciated!