Chlex Drabbles (G+) (Excluded from Fanfic Update-date rule, Julie)

[westwingwolf]

Takes place during Season 3 and goes AU.



This Ring

The ring was given out of necessity and reason. When Chloe was on her own, his father saw no threat in her. But she had changed the game…and with his involvement came risks. So Lex presented her with this ring. Now she, not his father, had the power over his life.

He focused on this ring that fateful night she helped him ease off the drugs his father had prepared. She held him and whispered words of loyalty and comfort. She kept back the demons…both past and present, imaginary and real.

She twisted this ring around her finger while the verdict sending Lionel to prison was read. They celebrated with wine at Lex’s Metropolis penthouse. No mention of the man who brought them closer was made. Only stories from their past. Secrets never shared with anyone. Afterwards, she stared at this ring and spoke with a trembling voice, “Guess it’s time to remove this.” Before her right hand could make a move, he covered her left with his. “Stop.” Confused, she looked to his face. Though his eyes said everything, still he pleaded, “Be Mrs. Luthor just one more night.”

Hunger and passion poured into every kiss and touch. Hours spent memorizing the planes of each other’s body. Accounting for every gasp, every moan, every beg for more. After finally consummating their three-month marriage, Chloe rested on her husband’s chest. When her heavy breathing subsided, she asked “Mind if I wear this ring a little longer?” Lex grinned as he insisted that she wear it forever.

[hfce]

Takes place during Season 3 and goes AU.



This Ring

The ring was given out of necessity and reason. When Chloe was on her own, his father saw her no threat in her. But she had changed the game…and with his involvement came risks. So Lex presented her with this ring. Now she, not his father, had the power over his life.

He focused on this ring that fateful night she helped him ease off the drugs his father had prepared. She held him and whispered words of loyalty and comfort. She kept back the demons…both past and present, imaginary and real.

She twisted this ring around her finger while the verdict sending Lionel to prison was read. They celebrated with wine at Lex’s Metropolis penthouse. No mention of the man who brought them closer was made. Only stories from their past. Secrets never shared with anyone. Afterwards, she stared at this ring and spoke with a trembling voice, “Guess it’s time to remove this.” Before her right hand could make a move, he covered her left with his. “Stop.” Confused, she looked to his face. Though his eyes said everything, still he pleaded, “Be Mrs. Luthor just one more night.”

Hunger and passion poured into every kiss and touch. Hours spent memorizing the planes of each other’s body. Accounting for every gasp, every moan, every beg for more. After finally consummating their three-month marriage, Chloe rested on her husband’s chest. When her heavy breathing subsided, she asked “Mind if I wear this ring a little longer?” Lex grinned as he insisted that she wear it forever.

Oh my goodness that was beautiful. :D

[Reese]

Drabble Time :)

Author's Note: Please keep in mind, my SV viewing days ended around S3 so this, and all my fics, are based on what I imagined from that point on, not the horror (from what I've heard) that came after.

Just Friends

***

They are just friends.

And he finds this arrangement perfectly acceptable.

He is surprised, in fact, she has gone against those around her and made the decision to spend any time with him at all.

He is more than surprised, actually.

One might even say he is relieved.

She is the only thing he still values from his time in Smallville.

She is the only connection he still has.

Sometimes she seems like the only connection he’s ever had.

But, on a night like tonight, he has trouble keeping his perspective.

She is there, but not with him, and dressed for the occasion.

She might not be with him, but she’s dressed for him.

And they both know it.

She glances over her shoulder and winks in his direction.

It takes some degree of self-restraint on his part not to react.

They are just friends, after all.

And he finds that arrangement perfectly acceptable.

***

[hfce]

Drabble Time :)

Author's Note: Please keep in mind, my SV viewing days ended around S3 so this, and all my fics, are based on what I imagined from that point on, not the horror (from what I've heard) that came after.

Just Friends

***

They are just friends.

And he finds this arrangement perfectly acceptable.

He is surprised, in fact, she has gone against those around her and made the decision to spend any time with him at all.

He is more than surprised, actually.

One might even say he is relieved.

She is the only thing he still values from his time in Smallville.

She is the only connection he still has.

Sometimes she seems like the only connection he’s ever had.

But, on a night like tonight, he has trouble keeping his perspective.

She is there, but not with him, and dressed for the occasion.

She might not be with him, but she’s dressed for him.

And they both know it.

She glances over her shoulder and winks in his direction.

It takes some degree of self-restraint on his part not to react.

They are just friends, after all.

And he finds that arrangement perfectly acceptable.

***

Yeah right he wants to be more than friends. Who is he kidding. :rofl:

[Ultra]

Takes place during Season 3 and goes AU.

This Ring

The ring was given out of necessity and reason. When Chloe was on her own, his father saw her no threat in her. But she had changed the game…and with his involvement came risks. So Lex presented her with this ring. Now she, not his father, had the power over his life.

He focused on this ring that fateful night she helped him ease off the drugs his father had prepared. She held him and whispered words of loyalty and comfort. She kept back the demons…both past and present, imaginary and real.

She twisted this ring around her finger while the verdict sending Lionel to prison was read. They celebrated with wine at Lex’s Metropolis penthouse. No mention of the man who brought them closer was made. Only stories from their past. Secrets never shared with anyone. Afterwards, she stared at this ring and spoke with a trembling voice, “Guess it’s time to remove this.” Before her right hand could make a move, he covered her left with his. “Stop.” Confused, she looked to his face. Though his eyes said everything, still he pleaded, “Be Mrs. Luthor just one more night.”

Hunger and passion poured into every kiss and touch. Hours spent memorizing the planes of each other’s body. Accounting for every gasp, every moan, every beg for more. After finally consummating their three-month marriage, Chloe rested on her husband’s chest. When her heavy breathing subsided, she asked “Mind if I wear this ring a little longer?” Lex grinned as he insisted that she wear it forever.


Omg, that was beautiful! Love it! :D

[Zannie]

I don't think I've ever even looked at this thread before. Huh. I've just read through a whole bunch of them. I'm pretty sure I'd suck at writing them, but they're fun to read and a lot of them are really good.

westingwingwolf, I really like yours from a few posts up. It's a great scenario, and I love how naturally their relationship seemed to flow from the unnaturalness of its beginnings.

And I went back, Reese, to read "This Time." I'd never read it when you originally posted it. It was lovely, and I love the three-part structure of it.



Just Friends

***

They are just friends.

And he finds this arrangement perfectly acceptable.

He is surprised, in fact, she has gone against those around her and made the decision to spend any time with him at all.

He is more than surprised, actually.

One might even say he is relieved.

She is the only thing he still values from his time in Smallville.

She is the only connection he still has.

Sometimes she seems like the only connection he’s ever had.

But, on a night like tonight, he has trouble keeping his perspective.

She is there, but not with him, and dressed for the occasion.

She might not be with him, but she’s dressed for him.

And they both know it.

She glances over her shoulder and winks in his direction.

It takes some degree of self-restraint on his part not to react.

They are just friends, after all.

And he finds that arrangement perfectly acceptable.

***

This one is fantastic too. I love the repetition of the "perfectly acceptable" line. It's precisely worded to capture his denial and his attempt at business-like detachment.

I like how succinctly you capture the whole scope of their friendship and developing relationship. And just from the line about how they both know she's dressed for him, we can see exactly to what stage the relationship has progressed and exactly where it will go in the future.

Poor Lex and his detached denial have no hope at all in the face of Chloe and her hot dress and her wink. Heh. Good stuff.

If only I could write anything so short . . .

[Kit Merlot]

How did I miss these two awesome drabbles?

I liked The Ring and Just Friends because they were both so beautifully passionate yet understated.

Great work.

[Kit Merlot]

Here's a little drabble, AU S7. Enjoy:D

Chloe and Lex sat silently in the courtroom as the verdict was read. They didn’t talk; they just sat side by side, shoulders touching, hands clutched desperately together.

Guilty as charged. The spectators broke out into spontaneous cheers and Chloe found herself being pulled from her chair and into a warm embrace.

She could feel him shaking as she pressed her face into his shirt, trying to hide her tears. Even over all of the shouting, she could still hear his whispered words. “We did it, Chloe. She’ll pay for what she’s done. We did it!”

Lana Lang had been tried in absentia for the double murders of Grant Gabriel and Lois Lane, but she had managed to evade the authorities, running from Smallville on the day the warrant for her arrest was issued.

All of Lana’s Luthor funds–her credit cards, bank accounts, including the secret one she thought Lex didn’t know about–were frozen and unable to be accessed. And Lex placed a $10 million dollar bounty on her return to Kansas, dead or alive.

He was convinced that without any money or contacts, Lana was trapped and would be forced to reveal herself.

Chloe, on the other hand, wasn’t as convinced that Lana didn’t have any powerful friends left.

It was only a matter of time before Lana came out of hiding.

And they would be waiting.

Then it would be Clark’s turn to pay.

[hfce]

Dang Kathy that was good. :)

[westwingwolf]

I like it Kit, I can feel the revenge oozing from Chloe and Lex.

[Kit Merlot]

A Chlex/Chlavis AU S8 Drabble


Lex hated to admit it but Davis Bloome was an impressive young man. Despite a tragic childhood, Davis had grown up to become a decorated EMT, known throughout Metropolis General as a kind and hardworking individual.

There was also a part of him that was grateful to the darkly handsome man for not only helping to end the Chloe Sullivan/Jimmy Olsen wedding, but for also managing to divert Chloe’s attention from Clark Kent.

Now, Lex’s only problem was stopping Chloe from falling into Davis’ waiting arms. He was going to have to formulate a plot where he could steal Chloe from the other man, and then start wooing her for himself.
Piece of cake.

[hfce]

That was good. I was confused at first since I stopped watching season 4. But I got it at the end. :)

[superag]

Very cool drabble. I'm really liking this new ship as well, but know that Chlex is still better.

[kitten]

PG-rated fluff. Don't expect much.




Billionaire, Ph.D, CEO and V.I.P Lex Luthor sneezed as glitter dust flew into his face, and reached up with an unfortunately sticky hand to wipe at his eyes. The resulting gritty feeling on his eyelids told him he was now wearing shiny eyeliner with a smear of glue.

“You missed a spot,” a little voice told him gently. She had been observing her mother's way of criticism and taken on it's soothing tone, if not the dry bite of wit underneath the sweetness. A little hand pointed to the problematic area of bare glue and gave him an encouraging pat.

“Thank you,” he replied, throwing another sprinkle of damned gaudiness on the card paper. His wife knew this was making him miserable, and futhermore, his misery tickled her fancy. It seemed incongruous on the particular day of observance.

His daughter picked up his card, tapped the edge on the little plastic table in her playroom, and grinned at him. “I think it's beautiful, Daddy.”

She took a marker and signed her name in big, wavering letters on his work order, then patted him again. He must look really miserable if a seven year old was moved to pity.

“Twenty-five, thirty-five, forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven,” they counted out together as he put the change from his coffee into her hand.

The little girl immediately lost interest in his presence and ran to add to her piggy bank. “Go give your card to Mommy. She'll really like it.”

Dismissed, Lex stood up slowly, mindful of his none-too-young knees rising from a very tiny chair. He held the homemade card flat and wandered around looking for Chloe. She had given him a romantic challenge; find and deliver a gift costing exactly forty-seven cents U.S. currency, in less than one hour. He was running short on time and the house was quite large. He could go faster but it would make the macaroni fall off. He found her in the garage, sitting on the deck of a yacht he'd never noticed before.

“But – but . . . you said I couldn't just go BUY you something,” he complained. “You said Valentine's Day was about intentions.”

She reached down and patted his head. “Yes, sweetheart, but I wanted a boat. I made you oatmeal cookies for your present. I just needed you occupied while they brought it.”

They crushed his card, while christening the yacht, and Lex didn't care at all.

[Kit Merlot]

This was adorable--great work;)

[hfce]

How did I miss this. That was cute! :D

[kitten]

Prompt: Ugly Sweaters
Puce Wool and Firetrucks
PG-13
Fandom: SV, Chlex
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and I don't get money to write them.
Words: 308


Lex Luthor opened his gifts in front of his wife and their family, knowing the all-important rule of receiving a Christmas present. If you love it, expound in stultifying detail. Bore yourself, bore your kids, bore your wife to the brink of calling the divorce lawyer. It is an invaluable boon if you have given said lawyer a vacation for Christmas at a spa in which cellphones are forbidden.

If it's nothing special, make it special. Go to the bathroom, wear it (even if it is not meant to be worn) and convince yourself it is special. Then go fake it.

If you hate it, fake it the hardest you've ever faked anything. Think of it like the Olympics of white lies, even if the giver is your self-proclaimed sister-in-law who delights in your discomfort. Shove that Lois Lane original handmade monstrosity over your head, ignore the ear that ripped off from an inexplicable zipper on one shoulder, and smile.

Because when the family breaks away to smaller groups burdened with gifts odd, battery-operated and useless; on that fateful moment, Chloe Sullivan-Luthor is going to judge him naughty or nice. She is going to yank that ugly sweater off his body and ravish him like he hasn't been since the last time she got drunk on egg-nog. She will kiss better any body parts damaged by faulty or dangerous goods. She will caress all tension away in front of a roaring fireplace.

And though it happens every year, the kids will not figure out why they had to flee the castle in a cloud of burning sweater every Christmas until well into their twenties. With any luck, Chloe will never be able to prove the loss of his 'gift' was anything but a random shoulder twitch in the depths of passion.

[Kit Merlot]

This was just fabulous!

That's right Lex, do not let Lois Lane get the best of you:P

[somethingeasy]

This was a truly hilarious ficlet... and I thought it ges down very well with one of the major problems of Christmas... hideous presents, and how to get rid of them without inadvertently causing any hurt feelings.

First of all, I was ROTFLOL at the aptness of Lois giving Lex the cliched gift of a hideous sweater on purpose out of pure spiteful vindictiveness. And I loved the way that Lex didn't make a smart, sharp comment back at her... but accepted the gift graciously. He knew that was the best way to really get back at Lois for her present... don't give her the satisfaction of a reaction.

Not to mention earning brownie points with his adoring wife, who 'rewards' him later that night for his good behaviour ;)
Lex has his priorities straight: orgasmic pleasure is better than vengeance. Isn't it about time he figured that out? LOL!

ROTFLMAO! Oh dear me... the ending had me in stitches howling with laughter. Every year Lex manages to almost burn down the mansion, purely for the purpose of destroying Lois's present?! ROTFLMAO! Hilarious! I love it!

Thanks for the festivities-themed ficlet, Nonky! Loved it :D

[kitten]

You really do find every tiny update, don't you, Sabrina?

LMAO Thank you very much. I thought Lex might augment his usual holiday angst with what he's good at - plotting.

[somethingeasy]

You really do find every tiny update, don't you, Sabrina?

LMAO Thank you very much. I thought Lex might augment his usual holiday angst with what he's good at - plotting.

Give the credit, for finding this ficlet, to my ninjas, who keep me updated every time you sit down on your computer to write anything. I used to get all kinds of notifications about your e-mails, your grocery lists and all the porn that you download... until I told them to look for certain keywords in your writing: 'orgasms', 'Lex', 'emotional abuse', 'trauma', etc, etc.

By the way, the ninjas inform me you're out of eggs and butter.

[kitten]

It is gobsmackingly frightening that I can dispute nothing of your claims, Sabrina.

But the ninjas are lovely. This year they knit me a sweater. It was very flattering. And I hope they enjoy their lint brushes and dark fabric clothing detergent. It is so troublesome to blend in the shadows when your blacks have started to fade to greys.

[somethingeasy]

It is gobsmackingly frightening that I can dispute nothing of your claims, Sabrina.

But the ninjas are lovely. This year they knit me a sweater. It was very flattering. And I hope they enjoy their lint brushes and dark fabric clothing detergent. It is so troublesome to blend in the shadows when your blacks have started to fade to greys.

awww, the ninjas were nearly in tears at the sweetness of your present, Nonky.

*sword appears at throat* ahem.... I mean... they were silent with stoic appreciation over the much needed detergents.

And they also want to thank you for wearing the sweater and NOT removing the myriad of tracking devices, audio-listening bugs and special-tech camera threads woven into the cloth. They assure me that all the devices are for warming purposes only, but a suspicious person might misconstrue the reason behind their presence.

[kitten]

PG
Disclaimer: I do not own the show or characters, I do not make money writing them.

Spoilers: SV AU where Chlex is canon, Lex dies.

Prompt: WITCHES
Words: 245


She should know better, Chloe reflected, dipping her fingertips into the pot of steaming magic. She didn't have to drink it, thankfully, but it still resembled nothing more than an inprovised cauldron of evil soup.

“Dumb,” she muttered to herself, but her hand rose to paint the symbols of resurrection across her forehead and cheeks. She closed her eyes as she recited the latin she'd memorized, and pressed her palms flat on the overblown monument that marked the grave.

There was a flash of power, no light show but a huge release of energy that moved through her body and down. Chloe took her hands off the stone and stepped away as the ground tore itsélf up. She had asked for a bend of the rules, and those rules would make her pay for it eventually.

She bent down into the clawing hands coming up from the dirt, picking away broken boards from his coffin. Fear went away immediately, pushed off by joy. It was like the opposite of a zombie movie for her, and she found herself laughing on her knees as she pulled Lex from his grave. She was a stupid, stupid child, messing with power that she'd only tasted through the unwilling occupation of her body. Chloe really did not know who she was fooling with this, but she wasn't fooling herself.

She loved him, and as he clutched at her and moaned, she thought he could love her back just as much.

[westwingwolf]

That was sweet in a very creepy way. I approve!

[Kit Merlot]

That was sweet in a very creepy way. I approve!

I completely agree! I did like that Chloe's fear disappears as soon as she sees Lex again though--extremely sweet;)

[somethingeasy]

She should know better, Chloe reflected, dipping her fingertips into the pot of steaming magic. She didn't have to drink it, thankfully, but it still resembled nothing more than an inprovised cauldron of evil soup.

“Dumb,” she muttered to herself, but her hand rose to paint the symbols of resurrection across her forehead and cheeks. She closed her eyes as she recited the latin she'd memorized, and pressed her palms flat on the overblown monument that marked the grave.

There was a flash of power, no light show but a huge release of energy that moved through her body and down. Chloe took her hands off the stone and stepped away as the ground tore itsélf up. She had asked for a bend of the rules, and those rules would make her pay for it eventually.

She bent down into the clawing hands coming up from the dirt, picking away broken boards from his coffin. Fear went away immediately, pushed off by joy. It was like the opposite of a zombie movie for her, and she found herself laughing on her knees as she pulled Lex from his grave. She was a stupid, stupid child, messing with power that she'd only tasted through the unwilling occupation of her body. Chloe really did not know who she was fooling with this, but she wasn't fooling herself.

She loved him, and as he clutched at her and moaned, she thought he could love her back just as much.

LOL! Oh dear me! I didn't know whether to swoon, laugh or cringe, Nonky. I've forgotten how your fics tend to induce near-schizophrenic type reactions in me... where I don't know whether I'm screaming in laughter or in terror.

But, in hindsight, it makes perfect sense that you would write a zombie fic. The only surprise is that a zombie fic wasn't written MUCH earlier... and that it didn't involve in detail in either dismemberment, cannibalism or necrophilia. What happened, Nonky? The Christmas spirit made you soft? :grin3:

Thanks for posting... I really enjoyed it!

[sinecure]

Tattoo (PG-13)

It was a ridiculously barbaric thing for Lex, Chloe was sure, but she didn't really mind. It was just ink under her skin. He was already there; why not make it permanent?

Clark knew something was different, just not what.

She didn't walk around in short sleeves to show off her shoulder, she just happened to have a lot of thin-strapped blouses. Besides, no one could see it.

The Kryptonite ink was only visible under Lex's touch, and in Clark's nausea.

Slipping into Jimmy's bed, Chloe smiled when he curled up against her, unknowingly pressing his lips to Lex's name.


A/N: I have a few more drabbles, but they're smutty. Is it okay to post them here, or should I start a new thread for smutty drabbles? I see the G+ rating in the title, but I'm hesitant to post them in here.

[hfce]

That was sweet in a very creepy way. I approve!


That was creepy but strangely sweet. :P




Tattoo (PG-13)

It was a ridiculously barbaric thing for Lex, Chloe was sure, but she didn't really mind. It was just ink under her skin. He was already there; why not make it permanent?

Clark knew something was different, just not what.

She didn't walk around in short sleeves to show off her shoulder, she just happened to have a lot of thin-strapped blouses. Besides, no one could see it.

The Kryptonite ink was only visible under Lex's touch, and in Clark's nausea.

Slipping into Jimmy's bed, Chloe smiled when he curled up against her, unknowingly pressing his lips to Lex's name.


A/N: I have a few more drabbles, but they're smutty. Is it okay to post them here, or should I start a new thread for smutty drabbles? I see the G+ rating in the title, but I'm hesitant to post them in here.


Ok. That was nice but a bit confusing.:rofl:

As long as you put it NC-17 you should be able to put it in this section.

[somethingeasy]

Tattoo (PG-13)
It was a ridiculously barbaric thing for Lex, Chloe was sure, but she didn't really mind. It was just ink under her skin. He was already there; why not make it permanent?

Clark knew something was different, just not what.

She didn't walk around in short sleeves to show off her shoulder, she just happened to have a lot of thin-strapped blouses. Besides, no one could see it.

The Kryptonite ink was only visible under Lex's touch, and in Clark's nausea.

Slipping into Jimmy's bed, Chloe smiled when he curled up against her, unknowingly pressing his lips to Lex's name.

This was an amazing concept! I couldn't help but imagine Lex's grateful awe and smug satisfaction upon knowing that his beloved had branded his name on her skin. Even if the brand wasn't visible to anyone else, Lex must still have been ecstatic knowing it was there... and that both he and Chloe knew it was there.

LOL! This was on hell of a gift to give to this drabble-version of Lex, Sinecure. I can't help but wonder what he did to deserve this level of love, loyalty and unquestioning devotion... where Chloe would not only brand herself with his mark, but also brand herself in a way that would state unequivocally that she's NOT Clark's anything anymore... not even his friend really.

Such gorgeous writing, Sinecure. I loved how you managed to capture so many levels of meaning and one VERY long, detailed 'suggested' back-story in just a few, brief sentences. Fantastic!

Please post more!! Make up a new thread for NC-17 drabbles if necessary. If there's not a thread like that, then there should be :D

[sinecure]

Keeping Score

Sometimes Chloe hated Smallville and the freaks that it'd created. Other times, like now, she loved it. Sneaking past another guard, she pressed against the wall, waiting for him to make his final round.

Look left, then right, then move on--

He wasn't moving on.

Crap.

Using her stolen keycard, she slipped into the room behind her, shutting the door quietly.

"Chloe."

Jumping and spinning with a gasp, she came face to face with the man she was spying on.

Crap.

He wasn't supposed to be here.

"Lex. I was just--"

"Snooping. Again." His shook his head with a sigh. "You know I can't let this go."

She nodded, swallowing hard. He grabbed her arm, dragging her with him to his desk. Once there, he stared at her for a second, watching her fidget. She wondered what kind of punishment he had in store for her this time.

Grabbing her waist, he lifted her to his desk and kissed her hard, mouth open on hers, not bothering with sweet kisses and soft touches. This was Lex after all. He wrapped her legs around his waist and she melted into him knowing she'd lost this round.

She was 2-for-8.

Crap.

A/N: Someone stop me, I can't... ack. Drabbles, drabbles everywhere. Now double drabbles. Must. Stop.

...more to come. *runs*

[lexie]

Oh, to be caught with the hand in the cookie jar this way! :D Lovely, Michelle.

[hfce]

:rofl: What the hell? That was funny.

[somethingeasy]

Keeping Score
Sometimes Chloe hated Smallville and the freaks that it'd created. Other times, like now, she loved it. Sneaking past another guard, she pressed against the wall, waiting for him to make his final round.

Look left, then right, then move on--

He wasn't moving on.

Crap.

Using her stolen keycard, she slipped into the room behind her, shutting the door quietly.

"Chloe."

Jumping and spinning with a gasp, she came face to face with the man she was spying on.

Crap.

He wasn't supposed to be here.

"Lex. I was just--"

"Snooping. Again." His shook his head with a sigh. "You know I can't let this go."

She nodded, swallowing hard. He grabbed her arm, dragging her with him to his desk. Once there, he stared at her for a second, watching her fidget. She wondered what kind of punishment he had in store for her this time.

Grabbing her waist, he lifted her to his desk and kissed her hard, mouth open on hers, not bothering with sweet kisses and soft touches. This was Lex after all. He wrapped her legs around his waist and she melted into him knowing she'd lost this round.

She was 2-for-8.

Crap.

ROTFL! I was enjoying all the angsty drabbles, but it's delightful to get something funny and sweet... especially if it starts off sounding all thrilling and mysterious with connotations of lies, intrigue, danger and all other such things.

So Chloe feels the compulsion to snoop around in Lex's mansion even when she has complete and full access to the place? I am so completely NOT surprised. Sometimes I think Chloe would snoop in her own apartment if she was trapped there long enough (snowbound or something).

It's great to see that Lex accommodates her snooping... to the extent of assigning her punishments, not for the snooping itself, but for getting caught sneaking around, LOL! He knows her so well!

tsk tsk, Chloe. You need to be punished! How else are you expected to learn. So Lex has no choice but to inflict countless orgasms on you to make sure that you... erm... don't do it again...?

That has got to be the worst concept and execution of aversion therapy in the world!! ROTFL!

This was a great drabble, Sinecure. Thanks for posting :D

[sinecure]

Say It With Words (G)
Spoilers: Latter season 7?

Chloe strode toward Lex's office, ignoring her former co-workers. Shoving his door open, she slipped inside, closed the door, and shut the blinds.

Lex sat back in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin, watching her with billionaire-amusement. "Did we have an appointment today?"

She turned, biting her lip, watching his eyes drop to her stark white t-shirt, taking in the bold black letters and picture.

I married Lex and all I got was this fake baby.

Sitting up with a snort of laughter, he crossed to her, drawing her into his arms. "Lana's birthday present?"

"Think she'll like it?"



A/N: That line popped into my head a little while ago and I totally want that t-shirt! But, I needed to use it as a line in a fic. So, drabble to the rescue!

[Ultra]

haha! I love that! Nice one, sinecure :D

[hfce]

:rofl: Love it.

[somethingeasy]

I married Lex and all I got was this fake baby.

Sitting up with a snort of laughter, he crossed to her, drawing her into his arms. "Lana's birthday present?"

"Think she'll like it?"

ROTFLMAO! I loved it! A semi-evil Chlex couple with an absolutely wicked twisted sense of humour, tormenting Lana Lang. What's not to love about this concept?!? I wonder whether Lex is going to try and top Chloe's evil creativity when selecting his gift for Lana.

[kitten]

Disclaimer: I do not own the show or characters and do not make money writing them.
Words: 122
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: SIN

Chloe Sullivan was a good cousin and friend. She comforted Lois when The Daily Planet announced layoffs and cutbacks. She didn't take any satisfaction in her former co-workers getting pink slips. She wasn't happy to see the grand dame of Metropolis journalism falter. She didn't even celebrate when it closed for good, sending hundreds of people to the classified ads to battle over the spots at tabloid papers.

The sin of pride only prickled very rarely, as she stroked fingers over the paperwork firing her. She touched where Lex Luthor's pen had sealed her banishment, and remembered a man whose passion never left her feeling inadequate. He had only ever fought the worthy, and she had earned her firing with relish.

[sinecure]

The sin of pride only prickled very rarely, as she stroked fingers over the paperwork firing her. She touched where Lex Luthor's pen had sealed her banishment, and remembered a man whose passion never left her feeling inadequate. He had only ever fought the worthy, and she had earned her firing with relish.


Damn straight she was/is worthy, and I'm happy as hell that she realizes it. Great drabble!

[hfce]

Disclaimer: I do not own the show or characters and do not make money writing them.
Words: 122
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: SIN

Chloe Sullivan was a good cousin and friend. She comforted Lois when The Daily Planet announced layoffs and cutbacks. She didn't take any satisfaction in her former co-workers getting pink slips. She wasn't happy to see the grand dame of Metropolis journalism falter. She didn't even celebrate when it closed for good, sending hundreds of people to the classified ads to battle over the spots at tabloid papers.

The sin of pride only prickled very rarely, as she stroked fingers over the paperwork firing her. She touched where Lex Luthor's pen had sealed her banishment, and remembered a man whose passion never left her feeling inadequate. He had only ever fought the worthy, and she had earned her firing with relish.

Nice. :)

[momdaegmorgan]

Title: Lactose Intolerance - PG?
Disclaimer: Smallville stole my soul from Doctor Who. Unfortunately, it didn't come with any rights of ownership.
Author’s Note: Slightly silly double-drabble (200 words exactly in Word) written off the prompt "lactose intolerance".


@~~~

It was well after midnight when Lex finally returned to the penthouse. He was exhausted, spent. All he wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep until morning.

Right after he had something to quench his thirst.

Bypassing the wet bar--wine at this time of night always gave him heartburn now...growing old definitely had its drawbacks--he entered the kitchen, pulled down a glass from the cupboard, and grabbed the milk out of the fridge. Even living in Metropolis, Chloe insisted on farm fresh milk in glass bottles. Something about the cardboard containers robbing it of its taste.

With a shrug, Lex downed the milk in one swallow, then nearly dropped the glass to the floor when he heard a bark of laughter. Chloe was standing just inside the kitchen, eyes sparkling with amusement. At his questioning look, she pointed toward the open fridge, unable to stop giggling long enough to use her words.

Lex was just about to something to that effect when he spotted a bottle with the words 'fresh milk' on the top shelf. Glancing down at the bottle in his hands, he realized his mistake.

Written in Chloe's careful handwriting was one word:

Breastmilk.

[maryperk]

I liked them all, but my favorite is the one where Fine dresses up as Spike for Halloween.

[somethingeasy]

Title: Lactose Intolerance - PG?
Disclaimer: Smallville stole my soul from Doctor Who. Unfortunately, it didn't come with any rights of ownership.
Author’s Note: Slightly silly double-drabble (200 words exactly in Word) written off the prompt "lactose intolerance".


@~~~

It was well after midnight when Lex finally returned to the penthouse. He was exhausted, spent. All he wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep until morning.

Right after he had something to quench his thirst.

Bypassing the wet bar--wine at this time of night always gave him heartburn now...growing old definitely had its drawbacks--he entered the kitchen, pulled down a glass from the cupboard, and grabbed the milk out of the fridge. Even living in Metropolis, Chloe insisted on farm fresh milk in glass bottles. Something about the cardboard containers robbing it of its taste.

With a shrug, Lex downed the milk in one swallow, then nearly dropped the glass to the floor when he heard a bark of laughter. Chloe was standing just inside the kitchen, eyes sparkling with amusement. At his questioning look, she pointed toward the open fridge, unable to stop giggling long enough to use her words.

Lex was just about to something to that effect when he spotted a bottle with the words 'fresh milk' on the top shelf. Glancing down at the bottle in his hands, he realized his mistake.

Written in Chloe's careful handwriting was one word:

Breastmilk.

I was ROTFLMAO at this hilarious little ficlet. I loved the build-up, where the ambience and tone was carefully, gently set up for the reader. It was slowly made clear that this is a warm, relaxing and soothing night for Lex, where he finally gets to unwind after a hard day’s work. It’s also made clear that this scene takes place in a fairly bright version of the future for Lex, where he’s obviously older, but not harried, paranoid, depressed or any of those other things which help him make his own life miserable. Not only that, but it’s soon made clear that Chloe is very much an integrated part of his life.

All in all, It’s a good future for Lex over here… even if he IS feeling the effects of age, and cannot indulge in his alcoholic over-indulgence like he used to.

The sweet, gentle, relaxing future setting had been set up beautifully, and made the final punch line all the more effective because the fic started off so soothing and relaxing, LOL!

Poor Lex! I think he might end up going back to drinking scotch, vodka, wine or even beer rather than take milk before bedtime again, ROTFL! Never mind that alcohol gives him heartburn… at least he would be guaranteed that the alcohol won’t be something that’s been squeezed out of a human being!!!

Never mind that the human being in question is his beloved wife… I’m sure Lex still found the idea to be icky and repulsive.

Although, I can’t help but think that Lex probably has tasted Chloe’s breast milk before. He’s the obsessive kind of sensationalist who would want the full immersion during sex, which means tasting Chloe’s mouth, skin, pussy and even her breast-milk laden nipples.

But tasting some sips of breastmilk during good sex is quite different from chugging it down with a bottle, eh? LOL!

[hfce]

Title: Lactose Intolerance - PG?
Disclaimer: Smallville stole my soul from Doctor Who. Unfortunately, it didn't come with any rights of ownership.
Author’s Note: Slightly silly double-drabble (200 words exactly in Word) written off the prompt "lactose intolerance".


@~~~

It was well after midnight when Lex finally returned to the penthouse. He was exhausted, spent. All he wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep until morning.

Right after he had something to quench his thirst.

Bypassing the wet bar--wine at this time of night always gave him heartburn now...growing old definitely had its drawbacks--he entered the kitchen, pulled down a glass from the cupboard, and grabbed the milk out of the fridge. Even living in Metropolis, Chloe insisted on farm fresh milk in glass bottles. Something about the cardboard containers robbing it of its taste.

With a shrug, Lex downed the milk in one swallow, then nearly dropped the glass to the floor when he heard a bark of laughter. Chloe was standing just inside the kitchen, eyes sparkling with amusement. At his questioning look, she pointed toward the open fridge, unable to stop giggling long enough to use her words.

Lex was just about to something to that effect when he spotted a bottle with the words 'fresh milk' on the top shelf. Glancing down at the bottle in his hands, he realized his mistake.

Written in Chloe's careful handwriting was one word:

Breastmilk.

Oh my God :rofl: That was priceless. :grin3:

[dkfuryan]

wonderful, been sat giggling at my computer instead of working (and laughing out loud as well so co-workers know I am not really working that hard . . .)

[Kit Merlot]

I decided it's time to revive the lovely drabble thread:grin3:


Lex stood at his mother’s grave, a bouquet of chrysanthemums clutched at his side.

“Happy Birthday, Mom.” He cleared his throat nervously before he whispered, “I remember, Mom. I remember what you said about blood on my hands.”

He glanced back at his family, waiting for him at the car. “Chloe and our daughter Julianna are the best things to ever happen to me.” He knelt down and laid the flowers next to the gravestone. “I won’t screw it up Mom, I promise you.”

Lex traced his mother’s name with his fingertips before placing his hand over the words Beloved Mother. “I love you, Mom.”

He walked quickly back to the car, a happy yet wistful smile on his face. Chloe had been right that he needed to visit his mom’s grave by himself. Next year, when Jules was older, he’d introduce her to her grandmother.

The ghost of Lillian Luthor watched her son and his family leave the cemetery. She was relieved to see that her boy was on the right track, and that he would be alright. Lillian nodded to herself and then disappeared.

[hfce]

That was great Kat. :)

[Kit Merlot]

That was great Kat. :)

Thanks and I decided to post this other psuedo-drabble i had on my lj--it's a a 245 word Chlex Halloween drabble for you:



“I swear, only Lex Luthor would get married on Halloween!”

Chloe could hear the catty voices of two of Metropolis’ snootiest socialites halfway across The Talon. “And to have the wedding in this backwater dump?”

The two women were so scandalized that they failed to see the approaching figures of Lana Lang Ross and Lois Lane Kent until it was too late.

“You do both realize that everyone can hear you right?” Lois asked snidely.

Lana leaned in conspiratorially as she whispered, “In other words, Lex and Chloe can hear you.” She waited a beat before speaking again, “At they aren’t too pleased.”

Both Lois and Lana broke apart so the two unfortunately dim-witted souls could see just how much they were irking the newlyweds.

Now Lois leaned forward again. “So I’d shut your traps if I were you before…” and here Lois paused dramatically.

She and Lana exchanged a quick look before Lana finished Lois’ sentence. “We throw your ugly asses out of here.”

The two socialites nodded before scurrying out of the way of the bride’s two matrons of honor.

They grinned at each other before throwing Chloe a triumphant thumbs up.

Lana glanced around, clearly enjoying herself. “Who’s next?”

Lois and Lana were determined to give their two friends the biggest, splashiest wedding that Smallville had ever seen and they were damned if they would let anyone spoil Chloe and Lex’s happiness.

Even if they had to beat up half of Smallville.

[meghanadxb]

This is very good.

[hfce]

LOL! That was cute!

[Ree]

I loved reading all of these! But then I wanted a full story!

[Kit Merlot]

This is very good.

Chlex drabbles are fun:)



The Preposterous Plan a 365 word Smallville drabble--Enjoy :):)



Frequent visitors couldn’t help but notice that the security measures at Belle Reve had increased tenfold since Lex Luthor became incarcerated there.

‘I wonder if Clark had anything to do with that,’ Chloe muttered to herself.

She couldn’t blame him for his fear when it came to just how far Lex would go to expose Superman. On more than one occasion, Lex had targeted Lois because he knew she was a weak spot for the superhero.

Chloe just knew for the sake of their daughter Julianna and for Lex himself, she could never stop trying to reach him.

She’d been visiting the prison twice a week and every time she tried to talk to her husband to get through to the sane individual she knew was still lurking inside him, she’d be met with a blank stare.

This day had been particularly painful because it was Juliana’s fourth birthday. Chloe was showing Lex pictures of their baby girl on her phone when she realized that his eyes were focused beyond the screen.

He was just staring at the empty table top.

Her eyes filled with tears and she was reminded painfully of what her dad kept saying to her. “The Lex you love is gone. He’s not the same man who’s your husband or Julie’s father.”

Maybe it was time for Chloe to face the facts.

But each time she tried to accept that her Lex was lost to her, something inside her would yell not to give up.

“You know there’s this quote from W.C Fields about giving up if you don’t succeed because you don’t want to look like a damn fool.”

Chloe grasped Lex’s slack hand in the tightest grip she could muster and leaned her head against his. “I don’t care how foolish I look or how long it takes, I will get you back. Juliana needs her dad and I need my husband.”

She was crying again, but her tears didn’t lessen her vehemence. “Please Lex, we need you to fight to get back to us.”

It was only then that she realized that the hand she was holding onto for dear life was squeezing hers back just as tightly.

[HotCrossedBunny]

Lovely drabble, Kit. Now to break him out and get him back home.

[hannagreen20]

Ooh! I like this Drabble! Any chance for more?