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"Well, we're now in the car and leaving your place, so I figured that." He was impatient, frustrated. It had been months. He'd been out for a drink sometimes since and so ready to f*ck her out of his system with just about anyone. But it was all too easy. He wanted what he wanted. When he was a kid, he was the same way. If he wanted beef for dinner and chicken was in front of him, he wouldn't wail about. He just wouldn't eat. Not unless it was what he wanted.
LOL! I really enjoyed the description on how Lex’s priviledged upbringing ended up turning him into a spoiled brat who got far too used to getting whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. In fact, it got him so used to that basic fact of life, that he becomes obsessed, enthralled and fascinated with anything that he’s NOT allowed to have. VERY nice psychological insight!
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"Yes. That would be great, except for the fact that my asistant is working overtime... again." And getting a little above herself, calling him, checking in, touching him... He supposed that would be easy, too... if he was into the mother figure deal. Not young enough. Not blonde enough. Not f*cking her.
LOL! Nope… the assistant, just like all other women, would be too ‘easy’ for Lex to have. And he doesn’t want anyone who hasn’t told him No, no! A thousand times, NOT ever happening! LOL! And let’s not forget that Chloe is remarkably addictive in her own right, so it’s really no wonder what Lex has lost himself in her.
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He wasn't about to have a long conversation about it. Because that would give her time to back out. She said it. She admitted it and he'd be damned if she wasn't going to follow through. Well... he was surely damned, anyway. But she'd follow through regardless. He took his foot off the brake and switched it to the gas, backing out of the alleyway. He jerked to a stop as something splattered on his windshield. His coffee. Didn't matter. Wasn't like he'd paid for it.
But she stared at it, then at him, suddenly shaking her head. "What am I..."
"Don't," he said firmly as he reversed fully into the street, stopping with a slight screech, then sped forward. He wouldn't let her finish that. He knew where it would go. Some reasonable argument that even he might have to acknowledge. He wasn't insane. He knew this was dangerous. He'd told himself to stay away. His pride could be at stake. His freedom, even. If she decided to chuck it all and get what she knew to the right person, he would be well and truly destroyed. But he could do the same to her. And she knew it. He knew it. So why the f*ck were either of them in this car?
ROTFLMAO! Oh that was brilliant, AmazingApe! I loved the way that Lex was freaking out and outright panicking at the idea of Chloe suddenly coming to her senses and changing her mind after getting him all hot, bothers and anxious like this. I loved seeing the power this woman holds over Lex, and how he turns into greedy, grasping and desperate whenever she gives him the slightest inch to work with.
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They wanted more. Of each other. Life was crazy that way. The biological imperative of a good f*ck trumped it all, no matter how advanced the human race pretended to be.
heh… pretty cynical, but I can’t really disagree with him on this :P
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"Don't," he warned again and pushed the overdrive button on the gear shift. She'd think her way right out of this again if he didn't do something. So he did. he steered with his left hand and let his right move to her. He didn't caress. He didn't meander seductively. He jabbed hard between her legs, hoping she felt it through the stupid pants.
He vaguely wondered how sexist he'd be painted if he made skirts somehow mandatory for female employees. They did it at some restaurants, after all. He dug in, hoping he at least nudged her clit. He couldn't see and, if they wanted to live through this drive, he shouldn't try.
He heard a muffled moan and nearly smiled in relief. He pressed in harder, circled just a bit, before he felt secure enough to let it go... just until he got inside her pants. He undid the hook at the top, then pulled at the zipper, nearly thanking God (as if he would listen to him now) that he hadn't had any scotch yet. He bypassed her panties completely, digging his hand in and pulling them to the side, feeling his way through her wetness. F*ck, she was wet.
He tried to keep his eyes and mind on the road as her breathing grew faster, punctuated by slight vocalizations. Nothing that could be classified as a word, just slight grunts, groans, drawn-out moans. Good. He'd remind her why this was happening. No matter what, he knew that only him, only her worst enemy, had ever made her feel this way.
Oh wow! That was awesome, and HOT! And also hysterical, AmazingApe! I’m awed by how you managed to combine all of these intense emotions together like this. Lex’s greedy desperation, Chloe’s confusion, doubt and second-guessing; and all topped by a unhealthy, twisted and powerful layer of desire and lust. WOW!
I swear I didn’t know whether to swoon, melt or laugh hysterically at the image of Lex trying to drive with one hand while frantically using the other to keep Chloe’s brain off. I LOVED his frenzied state as described over here. He’s completely her slave… in a odd, twisted kind of way, LOL!
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He saw a sign with cartoonish pictures depicting food, fuel, lodging. Just three miles. He could keep her going for three miles. He jolted s her hand slapped over the console to grip his thigh. That or he'd die trying. He sped up.
ROTFL! You’ve gotta admire his priorities, ROTFL!
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She pulled away and glared at him. "No. I don't want this at all. None of it. Including our..." She stopped on a gasp.
He smiled and mouthed her neck loosely. He'd slipped his hand back into her pants, one finger now flicking at her clit. He didn't say a word, just wanted her to feel it, to know there was more if she just did what he said. He couldn't go in there. He had to stay behind the tinted windows or he might as well waltz into the office, wake the probably sleeping desk clerk and announce that bald billionaire Lex Luthor had arrived and was ready to f*ck some nameless woman. He'd had it happen before. It didn't matter if it was a hotel or a motel, glitzy or cheap. Someone was always looking for some cash on the side. "Something on the end," he whispered.
Wow! It’s STILL so hot, and actually I think Lex’s desperate and near-hysterical state is making the scene even HOTTER when hearing him struggling so damned hard in keeping Chloe in a state of unthinking arousal.
He has some amazing skills in keeping her wound up like that, despite how much she knows how nasty this whole situation is. He even managed to convince HER to purchase the key for the seedy motel that they’re staying at. There’s no way she can deny that she was a willing participant if she goes through with that.
Of course, he wasn’t thinking of the power and advantage that he gains by having HER purchase the key, he was only thinking about the best way to get the key without compromising their identities and reputations. It’s funny to imagine that Lex still has a reputation that he wants to protect though, LOL!
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This was happening. Just like that night, he could still hardly believe it. That he wanted to was a given, even the first night. He always wanted what he just knew he couldn't have, but that she would... It still floored him. It shouldn't. But sex always had a bit of that effect on him. He often imagined what it was like for the woman and he never could, not fully. The man raged in, conquered, invaded... But the woman accepted, sheathed, even sheltered just a little... With any woman it was a marvel. Just that it cold happen at all. To be taken, infiltrated, violated by a foreign object. But that she would... It was even harder to comprehend. Like it was a trick, a game. If he didn't know her better, he'd think it was.
I always knew that Lex had a certain weakness for women. He’s always fallen into an awed, worshipful kind of love too quickly and easily with every female who’s caught his attention. All a woman has to do is display a certain amount of kindness, decency and gentleness towards him, and he falls HARD!
But I’ve never seen his awe of women expressed in this way before, AmazingApe. It was incredible, and it went a long way towards explaining some of the baffled awe he feels for woman-kind in general. In many ways, he thinks of ALL of them as ‘his salvation’, doesn’t he? Amazing writing!!!
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But Chloe Sullivan didn't play games. There was a guilelessness to her. She should have hidden her reactions, her moans and soft, little sighs. But she didn't know better. Maybe she'd learn. Maybe he'd be the one to teach her somehow. Such honest reactions should be guarded. It gave the other party power. Even when she spat fire at him, she couldn't hide, not really. Those subtle hints of arousal were to close to the surface, too easy to see. Dilated eyes, hissed breaths, tight, puckered nipples.
He leaned his head back and looked through the tinted window. He was no better. Hard at the very thought of her. He saw her now, smiling slightly at the desk clerk, faking a yawn, even. She wasn't gorgeous. She wasn't a woman who turned heads as she walked down the street. He actually wouldn't be caught dead with her at charity event or museum opening. So what was it about her?
I’ve often heard that women have a tendency to go for ‘damaged goods’ so that they can fix and make it all better, while men like to go for perfection because THEY want to be the ones doing the damaging and tainting.
It’s a horrible and twisted perspective, but I can’t help but wonder, seeing Lex here, whether that’s partially what’s driving him. Not only the hope that Chloe will ‘save him’, but also a twisted desire to taint her, and bring her down to his level… Even though, I think he deeply hopes that she’s strong enough to withstand whatever battering he inflicts on her morals and purity.
He thinks he might be one to stop Chloe from being so open and trusting, but at the same time, he’s hoping that nothing will ever stop her from being the kind of person she is.
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Once again, he reflected on the blindness of the men in her life. Jimmy left her cold, Clark left her aching. It was hard to even admit that much. Half the reason she was so ready to fall into bed with him, even the first time, was because Clark left her primed with everything he didn't do.
oh, that was GOOD, AmazingApe! I loved the idea of Lex acknowledging that one of the reasons he has an opening into Chloe is because of Clark’s mistakes. He knows that Chloe would never let him touch her, if only Clark hadn’t spent years keeping her dangling on a heartbreaking string.
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He grinned and licked his lips. She really was a mouthy thing. He was starting to like it. Maybe Clark wasn't blind. Maybe he saw exactly what Lex did. It would explain him keeping her close all these years. Maybe he'd be more than outraged, but this... This was something he'd never share, not with anyone, not even to see Clark's pain.
Oh, excellent!!! It was fantastic knowing that Lex was going after Chloe for herself rather than because of his continued obsession with Clark. Lana was all about Clark, Clark, CLARK… but Chloe is being obsessively pursued because of everything SHE is and all that she represents to Lex. It’s all about her!
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He pulled the key from her clenched fist and smirked. "So you'll just lay there and suffer me?"
Her brows drew together. "Well, maybe I won't now. If you keep..."
"Just checking. Stop being such a baby." He pulled her to the door.
"I'm not being a baby."
He smiled. He knew she was mad. He wanted her mad. He didn't want her scared and shaking. They didn't have alcohol to lubricate things, as it were. He was almost glad of it. No sensation would be dulled now. He half-wondered, even now, if it had just seemed that good because of the boozy haze. He'd know for sure now. The downside was that she was still quaking next to him. He turned the key and moved in.
ROTFL! I thought that Lex just couldn’t keep his mouth from running off in her presence… and I think, to a great extent, he really CAN’T make himself shut up around her. But I enjoyed the way that this ‘running off at the mouth’ was also Lex’s way of keeping Chloe distracted and excited with rage as much as with arousal. That sneaky, manupualtive, BRILLIANT bastard! How does he manage to be such an irresistible as*hole?!
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Her eyes met his again, stayed this time. "What kind of more do you need? I hate you and everything you stand for, everything you think is right, the things you do... And I'm here," she growled. "Isn't that enough?"
"I'd rather we left that at the door." He squared off with her. "What about the sex, Chloe?"
heh… so he’s still fishing for ‘meaning and significance’ in their coupling, huh? Chloe’s trying so hard to think of him as a good, hard body… while Lex keeps trying to get her to acknowledge him! I really don’t know whether or not to feel sorry for him. He’s being used by Chloe just like he’s been used his entire life by people. But then again, he himself is considered a master of treating people like pawns, so it’s his own behaviour that begat the behaviour of others. Or perhaps it’s what he learned after being treated like a pawn or a commodity all his life? What came first, Chicken or Egg?
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"Not in detail." His hands went to the hem of his sweater and he lifted it up and over his head, tossing it away. "I mean, do you know that you have the greatest pair of natural tits I've even seen?"
She blinked at him in the dim light. "Oh, that's poetic."
He shrugged. "Wasn't trying for poetic. It's just true." He toed off his shoes.
She looked down. From her shifting, he could see she was answering his move, taking off her own. "I..." Her eyes stayed down even as she stilled. "I find myself thinking about your hands sometimes."
His brow furrowed. "My hands?"
Her head stayed down slightly, but her eyes met his from behind her lashes. "They're strong, but smooth. Long fingers. Almost graceful. Like a pianist."
Despite the clumsy and semi-vulgar beginning, the appreciation genuinely turned sweet and poetic afterwards. I LOVED the way that both of them were expressing genuine sweetness towards each other in the only way that would be considered ‘safe’.
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"Well..." He found his hands moving, clenching at his sides. "I do play." He pulled his undershirt off and tossed it... anywhere. "You have a strong body. It's small, but strangely powerful."
Her hands went to the buttons of her violet blouse. "And this is a good thing?"
He nodded, staring for every inch she revealed. "I'm not afraid to touch you. I couldn't break you... not in any way," he added hoarsely. He didn't want to. He never wanted to hurt enyone, not really. Not unless he had to. He'd broke Lana in a way. He hadn't meant to. Her bitterness was just something left in his wake. He'd be sorry for it, but he just couldn't be. Not anymore. In the end, he'd do more good than harm. If he could only get what he wanted... He would soon. He was going to Detroit again tomorrow. Kara, or Linda, was noticing him, at least. That faint spark of recognition. Maybe it was time to introduce himself, gain some ground...
This was actually a very beautiful admission, even if most of it went unsaid. I loved that Lex expressed yearning for a partner who was equal or superior to him in all ways, rather than a sweet looking doll that he could feel powerful by ‘cherishing, protecting and taking care of’
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"You know, I'm not wearing a bra."
She smirked. "You'd look pretty funny if you were."
"Ah, but you're behind. Fair is fair." He looked pointedly at her chest, then at her face again.
She raised her eyes to the ceiling and let out a small breath, nearly a laugh, as her arms twisted behind her. She pulled the bra down her arms and tossed it to the bed. "Happy?"
He hummed slightly in his throat. "Very. Much like nearly every other man in the world, breasts always make me happy. Especially yours, lately. Though I do like that mouth of yours. It's.."
Honestly, this is the closest I’ve come to seeing them both playing with each other… in that wonderful, delighted kind of way! And the banter is FUN to read too!
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"It's better than good. It's even better than beautiful. Beautiful's nice to look at, but hard to touch. You'd almost rather put a beautiful woman in a glass case. Preserve her forever. Don't let anything touch or sully her. But pretty... It's like the difference between a flawless diamond and a really good piece of pie." He nearly rolled his eyes at his analogy. He must have pie on the brain, what with his visits to that Detroit diner. He went with it, anyway. He was never one to back down from what he'd started. "That diamond is just something to look at, even marvel at. That's beautiful for you. If you touch it, you've taken some of its mystery away. But pretty... you'd be a fool not to touch it, take it... devour it, even."
"So... I'm pie?"
He shrugged, not about to back down from his analogy. "Wouldn't you rather be pie? Rather be tasted?"
LOL! I loved, LOVED seeing his brain fumbling in this manner. But even when it was fumbling, it came up with the most interesting analogies. ROTFLMAO! He compared Chloe to ‘pie’ and Lana to a ‘diamond’, and it was meant as a compliment to Chloe? Good thing she doesn’t really care about what he says, otherwise she would might have been pretty peeved off about this ridiculously phrased ‘compliment’, ROTFLMAO!
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"You and your father were separated. Those guards worked for me. You were lonely. You'd hug me back then. You'd sometimes hug me just a little too long. I sometimes thought of how easy it could be to take you, teach you. But you were under eighteen, then."
She pushed her pants past her hips. "You were a little late. I'd already... learned by then."
He quickly worked at his own pants. "No, you hadn't. I don't think you learned a thing until your twenty-first birthday."
"Why?" She kicked her pants away. "Because I came? It wasn't the first time."
"The first time with someone else in the room, though."
She rolled her eyes slightly. "Yeah, well... I would have let you."
He nearly stumbled, then, trying to toe off his socks. "You liar."
"No. I'll leave that up to you." She lifted her chin. "You were the only man under forty I saw that summer. Even when you were sick, I wore my tightest shirts. Think I was wearing them for the guards?"
"I hoped not." He smiled suddenly. "You little minx."
squeee!!! That was awesome, AmazingApe! I don’t know what kind of an effect this is going to have on them later, but I LOVED that they both admitted to a very mutual attraction towards each other from those by-gone days of Chlex alliance and friendship(?).
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"You seemed to stop caring what kind of show you put on for me after the new year," he pointed out. "Avoided me like the plague, didn't you?"
She looked away, then back at him, hooking her thumbs in the sides of her panties. "Do you really want to keep talking?"
LOL! Good point… all that incessant talking is getting in serious way of their fun. But that was ALSO an excellent question, and I think Lex genuinely wants an answer. I hope he holds off for an explanation. Of course he would fold in the moment Chloe threatened to leave, but perhaps he’s get lucky?
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Yes. I know. I didn't get to the actual sex yet. But it's sometimes hard to get these two to shut up. They have lots of barbs and verbal sparring to get out. Honestly, I think I'm lucky I got them to admit to even wanting each other.
Damned stubborn kids!
LOL! Actually, I’m really enjoying how this is as much a meeting of the minds as well as a meeting of the bodies, AmazingApe! I love the connection they’re forming, and I desperately want to see where it’s all going to end up. Please update soon.
