Obsessing
Fandom: Smallville
Author: vodooman
Rating: PG-13 (rating really due to the draker theme... even if it might be rated tooo high... I would rather rate to high than too low...)
Genre: future fic, AU, angsty, dark
Characters/Pairings: Chloe/Lex, Lionel
Short summary: Looking over all the pictures Lex had sprawled across his desk, studying them intently, he finally picked one that showed her profile in an aristocratic way.
Any warnings: rather dark, and no fluff!!!
Disclaimer: Smallville and its characters are not mine. I only write fan fiction!
A/N: I love chlex weather it is fluffy, nice, innocent or just plain crazy, obsessive and evil... Yes, and the fact that Lionel also gets to be in this because he is the reason why Lex is as fucked up as he is... Bad, evil daddy made him evil... Anyway... here is a sick little ficlet for you to enjoy... *grin*
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Looking over all the pictures Lex had sprawled across his desk, studying them intently, he finally picked one that showed her profile in an aristocratic way. He studied it intently, memorising every detail, from the little scar above her one eye brow, to the blond locks that hung and fell into her eyes.
“You’re obsessing again, son.”
Lex continued to study the pictures intently. Ignoring the voice of his father, instead grabbing a different picture, when ever he suddenly seemed to search for something. He made a note of her eating habits, her preferable choice of cloths, and the people she was seen with.
“You know, it really isn’t healthy to obsess over a woman the way you do...” continued the older Luthor, his voice echoing in the room.
Again Lex ignored him and started to sort the pictures he had into different piles. One pile with the pictures that he would later frame, one pile with the pictures that would be worth putting into his save and another pile he would keep in his desk drawer, to take out and touch and look at any time it pleased him.
He picked up one picture that especially appealed to him, and started to trace her face at first. It was a picture taken of her near the lake, in which she was wearing a bathing suit, while her friends were wearing bikinis, but it did nothing to dim his growing interest in her. Instead he started to trace his finger over her body, especially her face and stomach, imagining what it would be like to see her pregnant. With his child.
“Don’t go there Lex! These thoughts are highly dangerous!” scolded Lionel finally, “especially in your state of mind!”
Only then did Lex finally put down the picture, deciding to add it to his pile of pictures that would be stored in the safe, and looked up at his father. He smirked coldly at him and then said, “You’re not real dad! Remember? I ordered your death months ago...”
A few moments after uttering those words, Lex found himself again alone in his study. A smile slowly spread over his features, and then he returned to study the pictures, this time stroking over each one of them individually.
“She is a very pretty girl... I think I’ll like her...” came the soft and feminine voice he knew had long ago belonged to his mother. Although he was still alone in his study, Lex felt a genuine warmth enter him as he continued to sometimes stroke over Chloe’s stomach on the pictures.
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