Title: Seduction in the Wings
Author: SaraC
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 4 (up to-past current eps)
Summary: A Halloween surprise does not go as planned
Disclaimer: Nothing, and I mean NOTHING belongs to me. I own nothing, just part of the idea, and even that is due to the influence of another. I OWN NOTHING!
Notes: Despite having two papers, Act 1 of the screenplay and a comprensive proposal question due this week-- the muse wanted to write Halloween Chlex smut so who am I to deny? Despite getting nothing else done, here it is-- and a note
*****this story is a TOTAL tribute to one of my most favorite Angel episodes of all time. Those who know will recognize the setting and the dialogue, which I admit, I kept almost verbatim, but changed a bit to fit Chlex. I was inspired to give Lex and Chloe a twist at this, fitting for Halloween and since I was watching the ep for my nostalgic needs. Oh, and I CARRIED THROUGH... unlike some TV show writers with the initials JW. ******
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“Do you think it’s the wrong color?”
Chloe Sullivan rolled her eyes as she turned at Lana's worried voice. The girl was smoothing over the skirt of her floor length black silk sheath. It was obviously of high quality and Parisian style, and as usual, Lana Lang looked perfect.
“It’s black Lana. You’ve been wearing black since you got back from Paris, so why the sudden worry you don't look good in it?”
The brunette bit her lip. “It’s just, I don’t want Jason to think I look too high schoolish.”
Chloe rolled her eyes again. “You’re dating the school’s football coach, secretly might I add, and despite the risks to both of you, he hasn’t dumped you yet. I think he’ll think you look just fine, especially in the height of Parisian fashion.”
“Thanks, Chloe. I needed to hear that.”
She winced at the bright smile the other girl gave her. Sarcasm, as usual, went right over Lana Lang’s head. One thing that hadn’t changed since her former housemate returned from Paris.
A knock on the door interrupted her musings.
“You two ready yet? I swear if you don’t hurry, Smallville is going to pace a hole through the floor. Coach doesn’t look much better.”
A worried expression crossed Lana’s features and Chloe bit back a smart retort as the brunette headed for the door, throwing it open to reveal her cousin.
“Lois, you look terrific!”
Chloe had to admit Lana had a point. Her cousin was also in black, a long, formfitting sheath with spaghetti straps and high heels. Clark wasn’t going to know what hit him.
“Chloe, you look great!”
She smiled at Lois’ comment.
“Thanks, Lois. I’ll be down in a second, a few last minute makeup touches and I’m set.”
Her cousin nodded. “Just hurry, Billionaire playboy looks like he’s about ready to strangle Smallville and Coach. The last thing we need is bloodshed on our hands on all Hallows Eve.”
“Did you forget where you’re at, Lois? Town of the meteor mutants… on Halloween?”
Chloe grinned as her cousin rolled her eyes and shut the door. Turning back to the mirror, she took stock of herself.
She, unlike Lana and Lois, had opted for color.
Being that black was not one of her favorite colors, not to mention Lana’s new color of choice, she had gone with a forest green floor length sheath. The material was silk, feeling sensual as it brushed over her body. The dress was strapless and cut in a way that made her waist look extremely tiny, yet emphasized her chest. The material clung to her like a second skin, accentuating curves and dips that made her look much older than the 18 she’d turned several weeks ago. Strapy heels in a matching shade gave her a bit more height, putting her at least on shoulder level with Lex.
Lex.
She felt a shiver run through her body as she realized that one of the most eligible bachelor’s in the world was her date for the night.
Halloween night.
A yell of her name from Lois disturbed her contemplation, and with one final glance in the mirror, she grabbed her small evening bag and walked towards the door, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach.
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Lex Luthor hid his grin as he watched Clark stumble over words as an amused Lois teased him about his unusual attire. It had been hard enough to convince Clark that a tux was required for the night’s events. He didn’t understand his friend’s fixation for plaid, but was working towards overcoming it. It helped that he’d convinced his friend that he could consider it his Halloween costume—debonaire Kansas farmboy in compliment to Lois’ ‘sophisticated Metropolis University Freshman’ dress. Strangely enough, that had shut Clark up and gotten him into the tuxedo shop.
Observing the two now, they did make a striking pair and he could sense the undercurrents between their barbs and banter. He had no doubt that one day there would be much more between them. But, watching Clark bristle and Lois scoff, he had a feeling that day was a long time coming.
His gaze shifted to Lana and Jason, both smiling into each other’s eyes, arms around each other’s waist, talking quietly to each other. They did make a striking couple, Jason’s lighter coloring a stark contrast to Lana’s white skin and black hair. At one time, he would have found Lana Lang extremely attractive, considering his former fixation with brunettes.
But that time, thank god, had passed the instant he’d walked into his study to see a blonde spitfire waiting for him, needing his help to get out from under his father’s thumb.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone descending the grand staircase of the mansion, and looking up, found his breathing stopped.
Chloe’s dress moved with her like a second skin, accentuating her long legs, trim waist and full breasts. The color was a perfect compliment to her complexion and her upswept hair, small emerald earrings he’d gifted her with for her birthday sparkling in her lobes.
In a word, she looked breathtaking.
He could barely hold back a groan as she reached him, the familiar teasing glint in her eyes.
“What? You didn’t think I could clean up as well as Lana or Lois?”
The words were addressed to him alone, and despite their teasing tone, he could hear the slight hesitation behind them.
Reaching for her hand, he placed his lips against her palm, pitching his voice low enough that only she could hear.
“I never doubted you’d clean up well, Chloe, nor that you’d put both your cousin and Lana to shame with your incredible beauty.”
The blush that colored her cheeks made him smile, his heart leaping as she gave him a breathtaking grin.
“You do know how to flatter a girl, Luthor.”
He smiled, holding out his arm. “Your limo awaits, milady.”
Chloe smiled as she took the outstretched arm, barely aware of the looks she was getting from their four companions. She knew they knew that she and Lex had become friends since her long, hidden summer, but she knew it still surprised them to see Lex and her so at ease with each other.
Not to mention that as a belated birthday present to her, Lex had managed to score tickets to the Blitnikov World Ballet company’s performance of Giselle. Her love of ballet was not something she publicized, but during her many conversations with Lex over the summer, she’d revealed how much she enjoyed seeing a good ballet in a theater, not only for the cultural experience, but the chance to dress to the nine’s.
Which was why she’d been floored when he’d presented her with six tickets on her birthday for the performance in Metropolis on Halloween night, and a promise of a night she’d never forget.
She had to admit, a lot of ideas had run through her head at his words, but she’d quickly shelved them as she’d realized there would be six of them attending instead of just two. She appreciated why Lex had done that, knowing it would be easier to avoid questions and be seen as a group, even though he had made it clear she would be going as his date.
Lois had agreed, although more, she suspected, for the opportunity to make fun of Clark in a tuxedo than a love of ballet. Lana, well, she’d gushed for about ten minutes on how she and Jason had seen several Parisian ballet performances and couldn’t wait to see how an American one measured up. Chloe hadn't pointed out the fact that the Blitnikov Ballet Company was based in Russia.
For everyone, at least, it was a much nicer way to spend Halloween than at several of the drunken parties Smallville’s jocks had arranged.
And considering the fact that these five people here were the closest friends she had, she couldn’t help but smile. She had to admit, she enjoyed Jason’s company, and when Lana was around him, she became much less annoying. Or at least less fixated on turning every conversation back to her.
Still, her friends were the last thing on her mind tonight. Feeling Lex’s arm strong against where her palm rested, she knew tonight was going to be spectacular.
She’d always loved Halloween, dressing up and the spookiness of the holiday. However, after spending a summer spooked enough over whether Lionel Luthor would find her, she knew that a scary Halloween was the last thing she needed. Thankfully, Lex had understood without her having to say a word, hence the ballet on Halloween night.
It was just one of the many little things she found herself attracted to about him, a list that was growing hourly. Her feelings for him had strengthened over the past year and she had realized, without a doubt, that she wanted more from Lex. Knowing him better as she did now, she had a feeling he felt the same—but out of prudence, and legality, was hopefully waiting for her to turn 18.
Something that had happened two weeks ago.
“You look like the cat that at the canary. Should I be worried?”
Lex’s voice was low, whispered against her ear as they reached the limo. Shivering lightly, she felt his arm wrap around her shoulders. His closeness was dizzying and she found herself struggling for words. The sound of the other four approaching, quickly spurred her back to the reality of the present situation.
“Only if you want to be, Lex. Although I think you’d like my kind of danger.” She whispered the words against his ear before ducking down and slipping into the limo.
Lex felt every muscle in his body harden at her teasing words and he had to struggle for a placid expression as the others reached his side. Quickly slipping in after Chloe, settling next to her on the seat, he focused on trying to maintain some form of control for the evening. As his thigh pressed up against Chloe’s however, her light perfume invading his nostrils, he realized he was in deep trouble.
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So, what do you think? (Yes, some Angel fans will know where this is going! ) And don't worry, the story is finished, I just have to find the time to spell check and beta the rest, but I promise, my goal is to have it up before the stroke of midnight--and Halloween is over!)
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