I Remember You
Summary:
Lex Luthor's memory of his time in Smallville may have been wiped, but visions of a blonde girl haunt him.
Pairing: Chloe and Lex (Chlex)
Rating: R - NC-17 depending upon chapter
Timeline: Not breaking canon, but implied alternate Season 7. Post Season 10 Finale.
WARNING: Lots of Smut
Wonderful Banner by: chleansmile
Prompt from lynzie914:
forgive and forget you a thousand times
for the fire and the sleepless nights
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Hot, hungry mouths.
A sigh of his name.
A flash of bright hair.
Firm legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded, pounded, pounded into her.
Explosive release, jets of hot cum shooting into her welcoming wetness.
Panting breaths returning to normal.
Her smile.
God help him, he loved her.
But he said nothing.
Even so, for just a moment he thought the light of her would be enough to save him from the darkness.
But the image was already fading.
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"No! Don't go!" The words were ripped from him. He shot upright in the large bed, dislodging one of the other occupants. The girl cursed vilely from where she landed on the floor, pushing long blonde hair out of her eyes. A sleepy grumble came from the other blonde mound at the opposite side of the bed.
He pulled at the sheets in frustration, ignoring both girls. He'd had another dream of her. They were never more than snippets, but they felt so very real.
Were they real? Was SHE real?
He had no idea who she was, or even exactly what she looked like. All he saw were these flashes.
He knew she was blonde.
In a subconscious attempt to find her, a veritable parade of blondes made their way through his bedroom. Sometimes a few at a time.
But they were never her.
He felt that if he ever saw her, he would recognize her instantly, but so far she still eluded him.
Maybe she wasn't real at all...
No.
She must be from that foggy time before his resurrection.
Damn you Tess and your fucking neurotoxin.
His half-sister's last act had been to smear him with the agent, corrupting his memory. Most of his own past was a mystery to him. He'd been told some of his early life, but most of it seemed so unlikely. Why would he care so much about a farm boy? Why the hell had he invested in an Egyptian-themed coffee shop?
He decided than none of it really mattered in the end. Everything from that time was ashes. The Luthor mansion. His father's company. Even his old life.
What went before...was just the past. He was the future. He was a Phoenix, born anew from the ashes of the old.
The mansion was reborn as his Metropolis loft. It was much better suited to a modern billionaire than a drafty castle in the sticks.
His father's company, which had been a gutted ruin, was now merged with the new and powerful Lexcorp.
Anything else was just...irrelevant. The trials and failures that had happened in Smallville belonged to another life -- a failed life.
Everything except Her.
He wanted Her.
His cock was almost painfully hard from the hot memories. Thankfully, he had Blonde One and Blonde Two here to do something about it.
Blonde One was back on the bed, so he grabbed her and pushed her face down toward his cock. He slapped the ass of Blonde Two. She woke with a yelp and glared at him. As he watched, he saw the change take over her face. She remembered who it was that had woken her so rudely. He could see the greed and calculation in her eyes.
Another Mrs Luthor wannabe.
Did these dispensable creatures really think he would marry them just for a fuck?
Blonde One had his cock in her mouth now and was working it with some skill.
He motioned to Blonde Two that she should join her friend.
Let them fight over who could suck him off better.
He closed his eyes and imagined they were Her.
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He wrapped his fist gently in her silky blonde hair. Not pulling, not pushing. Just...holding.
It made him feel he had a measure of control over her.
He never had control over her.
God knows how he had tried.
Her eyes were looking up at him.
Bright green eyes, heavy lidded with lust.
She was on her knees before him, but there was nothing subservient in the position.
Her wide, smiling lips parted to expose a peeping tongue. The wet, tactile pressure of it as she dragged it up the length of his throbbing cock. The darting flicks as drags as she explored the shape of him from the divoted head to the throbbing vein that traced the underside. The firm pressure of her hand gripping the base.
The heart-stopping moment when her lips kissed the tip then slid forward and down, taking him in. Heat and wetness scorching a path down his pulsing thickness as her mouth slid down to meet her hand at the base.
The exquisite tension as she sucked and pulled her hot ready mouth up and down the throbbing fullness of him.
The unexpected slide of her tongue within that pulling, sucking mouth.
Green eyes watching as he shot streams of hot cum down her throat.
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Later, Lex stood under the body jets of his shower, washing away all traces of the last hour from his body. He was always scrupulously clean, and couldn't abide the stickiness and sweat after sex.
The girls were probably still playing with each other in the bed. He doubted they were really into it that much. He'd seen the ploy too often now. They hoped that watching their sex play with each other would lure him back to the bed.
Sometimes he let it work, but not now.
Their coy fakeness had little appeal now that his transferred lust was sated.
The fantasy had been surprising vivid to his waking mind. There had been details he didn't recall specifically adding.
Then it hit him.
It had to be a memory, not a fantasy.
And with the memory, he had a new clue.
Green eyes.
The woman from his visions had green eyes.
He was just a bit closer to finding out who she was.
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He met that night's nameless blonde in a hotel lobby. She was there for some business meeting or another. He forgot the details within moments of getting her into his bed.
She did have a nice smile. And green eyes.
It made him think of her.
She would do for another night of transferred lust.
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They were in a strangely colorful apartment. A tiny apartment.
What the fuck was he doing in this little hole in the wall?
This couldn't be her apartment, could it?
No way.
Any woman that was with him would be in a penthouse. Or whatever the Smallville equivalent was.
But here he was.
Here she was.
Green eyes, heavy lidded with passion looking over her shoulder at him. Bright hair hiding most of her face. Except those eyes.
Eyes that told him how much she wanted him. Not the faux passion of the disposables, but real heat. Heat just for him.
She was clothed.
That was new.
She seemed to be doing something at a kitchen counter. She was wearing colorful, cutesy clothing. Not what he would have expected from someone that still had such a pull on him.
Her moved to stand behind her as she stood at the counter, wanting to see what she was doing.
Typing. She had a laptop out, and was typing.
He moved closer to see if the screen. Maybe it would give him a clue as to who this woman was or how he knew her. Unfortunately, as is so often the way in dreams, it was blurred when he focused on it too much.
But his position had brought his body into contact with hers. He could smell citrus shampoo from her hair. She was short, but well made. Without conscious thought, his hands reached out to find her body.
He wrapped his long fingers around her hips, enjoying the shape of her. His thumbs moving up and down over the sweet curve of her ass.
"Lex.... I need to get this written..."
Her words were a protest, but she was pushing back into him.
Words didn't matter, actions did.
He skimmed his hands around until he was grasping the rounded globes of her ass in his hands. He squeezed firmly.
His green-eyed girl gasped and started to shift from foot to foot.
You're getting wet for me, aren't you?
He leaned against her back, letting her feel his hard cock pressing into her as he caught her earlobe between his teeth.
"Lex, if I don't get this written, my boss will..."
"Spank you?" he asked softly into her ear.
She shivered.
"God, yes..." she breathed.
He reached for the bottom of her skirt.
Her fucking skirts were too long.
Next time, I'm going to make sure nothing you own even hits your knees.
Finally finding the hem, he pulled it up until the material was bunched around her hips. A flower printed thong bisected her rosy ass, which quivered under his touch. He pressed his still clothed hips against the bare flesh, just to see her reaction.
Finally abandoning the laptop, her hands gripped the counter edge. Her hips pressed back against him, and her head was thrown back.
"Lex...." the word came out shakily, her voice thick with desire.
He moved one of his hands around to her front, then slid it down over the outside of her cotton thong.
"You're wet right through the fabric," he observed into her ear.
"Yes..." Her voice was a heady mixture of lust and demand and surrender.
His fingers found the edge of the concealing cotton and traced it.
She whimpered.
He smiled and let his fingers dip under the edge. One long digit lightly fluttering along her cleft.
She pressed herself down onto his finger, forcing him to penetrate her. She gasped as his finger slipped easily into her wetness.
Not just one to meekly accept, are you?
He held his hand still against her, letting her ride his hand. Letting her find her own pleasure of him. Her gyrations causing her ass to bounce and grind against his hard cock.
He felt his own head tip back at the feel of her on his hand and against his hardness.
Her motions became more frantic, her voice going high pitched and needing. He uncurled another finger. When she pressed down again, they both penetrated her.
She squealed in surprise and delight, speeding up her motions.
Then he flicked out his middle finger just as she slid down again, so the nail dragged across her clit.
She screamed, shaking and convulsing against his hand.
After several long moments, he withdrew his hand. Her glassy eyes were looking back over her shoulder at him again. Holding her gaze, he very deliberately licked his fingers.
She shuddered again, watching him.
He noted her shifting from foot to foot again.
She was ready still.
Without breaking her gaze as he continued cleaning his fingers, he began to unfasten his belt one-handed. Next, came the button and fly.
His fingers finally clean, he used both hands to push down his slacks.
His throbbing cock was a large bulge in his designer boxer briefs.
Her green eyes drifted down hungrily to his hardness as he undressed. Then they flashed up to meet his and she gave him a sexy smile as her thumbs hooked on the sides of her panties and pulled down.
He smiled back.
When the little cotton scrap hit the floor, she positioned herself back with her hands on the counter, bracing. She bent over slightly, with her legs splayed.
That was all he could take. He pushed down his boxer briefs, letting his painfully hard cock free. He unerringly found the hot, wet entrance, and dipped just the tip.
She moaned and tried to press back on him like she had done with his hand, but he swatted her ass sharply. She yelped, more in surprise than pain, but he rubbed away the sting anyway.
Then he began entering her again.
She pressed back again.
He swatted her ass again.
This time, her cry was a mixture of lust and pleading.
He withdrew from her slightly, then pressed forward again. A bit deeper this time.
She moaned, but this time she stood still.
Now she understood the rules.
He withdrew to her anguished moan, the pressed forward again.
Her legs were quivering, but she stood still.
He withdrew until just the barest tip of him was still in her, then slowly sunk into her, inch by slow inch, letting her feel even ridge of him. Letting her feel every bit of him slide and fill her.
God, she was so tight. Tight and wet and so fucking good.
When he was sunk to the hilt in her, he held still for what felt an eternity. Her body pulsed up and down his length. It was desperate for release that he wasn't letting her have. She was whimpering deep in throat, begging for him to move, begging to him to let her go over the cliff she stood upon.
He pulled back fast, and just as she was gasping, he slammed into her. When he was buried again, he sharply smacked her pinked ass and shouted, "Move!"
With a cry of joy, she did, pressing back into him, meeting his hard thrusts. Their bodies were lost to a flurry of frantic pounding, grasping, crying, screaming until she threw back her head on a scream as her body shuddered and squeezed and pulsed. The grasping, milking tightness of her had him crying out seconds later as he poured into her.
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"Ah!" he cried as tonight's blonde bounced on his hips.
She may have green eyes, but she wasn't Her. The feel wasn't quite right, but she was talented enough and brought him to the release he needed.
After the surprisingly hot and detailed memory hit him, he had needed that release badly.
He poured hot cum into the condom as he let go.
She came shortly after. Or at least she pretended to.
He didn't really care which.
Actually, he didn't even care if she bothered to fake it.
They were all just filler.
They weren't Her.
She was these only one he cared about receiving as much pleasure as he did.
She was special.
She was everything.
With each more detailed memory, he became more convinced she was real.
So who the fuck was she, that even with his memory wiped and corrupted, she was bleeding through?
He could probably know by now if he was willing to have someone investigate, but he wasn't. If his enemies knew he was searching for a blonde from his mysterious past, they would try to exploit it.
He had to do this on his own.
Dislodging the panting blonde from atop him, he carefully stripped the condom and deposited it into the one-way trashcan. He didn't trust that one of these nameless fillers wouldn't try to impregnate themselves with stolen sperm.
He was the only person he could trust.
And maybe...Her.
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Butterflies. He was watching butterflies.
No, not that wasn't right.
A butterfly.
It seemed to be...circling her?
No, it had landed on her and looked to be...resting on her hair?
He tried to focus, but the edges were fuzzy.
Then she smiled sleepily at him from the pillow beside him. He lost interest in the bright red and teal butterfly.
They were in a great bed.
His bed in the Luthor mansion maybe?
Likely.
"I should go," she said quietly.
"I'm sure it will be ok with the boss if you are late."
Her smile faded. "Lex, no, I can't..."
He silenced her with a kiss.
There are a thousand ways to kiss, and he prided himself on knowing how to use them all. He knew how say he was going to fuck her until she couldn't walk with a kiss. He could make her think she loved him with a kiss. He could make her think she was the only woman he had ever kissed.
He knew how to make her stay with a kiss.
He used the last one now. Teasing, but demanding. Claiming and offering.
She didn't stand a chance.
Her heard her sigh into his mouth as he rolled on top of her, white linen sheets wrapping and tangling around their bodies.
He kissed her deep and heavy and drugging, letting his hands roam her unseen body under the crisp linen.
He wished he could see more of her, but this memory wasn't accommodating him there. He could at least feel her.
Firm, rounded body with lush curves and full breasts. One arm moved to lift him so he could give his long fingers better access to fondle and praise one of the full globes. He inscribed the flesh with deep circles, working his way inward to the peaked nipple. Upon reaching it, he gently pulled and teased, swallowing each gasp she made as she pressed herself into his hand.
He felt her running her toes up his legs, encouragingly. He felt her shifting, trying to align their bodies, her fingers digging into his hips in eagerness.
He smiled without breaking the kiss.
He teased at her lips until they parted for his seeking tongue as his hips finally aligned with hers. He dipped the tip of a his darting tongue into her mouth at the same time as he found her wetness with his ready cock.
He had planned to tease her, draw out the moment, but the combined sensation of her tongue meeting his and the slick readiness of her on him changed his mind. He needed to feel her fully.
His tongue plunged deeply into he mouth and his cock buried into her with a single thrust. She met him in full measure, raising her hips to grind against his and grasping his head to crush her lips onto his, her legs tangled with his.
There was nothing fake or half-hearted about how she clung and demanded, pressing every available inch of her skin to his. She was trying to consume him as much as he was trying the same for her.
She was seeking more than an orgasm.
She wanted him with her.
It was a unique experience.
He did his best to oblige, pressing into her, matching her, giving and taking, building and quickening.
He broke the kiss only when he got dizzy for air. The rest of him keeping contact as he buried his face in her neck. The scent of her filled his head as he moved in her, with her.
"Lex..." she gasped in his ear as he felt her tighten around him.
"Yes..." he gasped back, moving faster as the edges of his vision shook and blurred.
It came upon them at the same time, his vision went white as he burst in her and as she bathed him in new wetness.
It was several moments later that he noticed the sharp pain in his shoulder.
"Ow, what the..."
"Sorry," he heard her mumble.
Pulling back, and for the first time he saw her clearly.
Her large green eyes were seated in a face with rounded checks and a slightly pointed chin with a delicate cleft. The flashing brightness of her short blonde hair was a tousled mop around her head. Something red and teal flashed through the gold strands. A butterfly?
She was pretty, but not street-whistle beautiful.
She wore a small, sheepish smile.
"I may have bitten you...a little."
He looked at the not-little bite mark on his shoulder.
"Indeed you did."
"Serves you right for making me late for work."
He felt a smile quirk one side of his mouth. "A small price to pay."
Her sheepish look melted into a heart-stopping smile and he had to revise his opinion of her. She wasn't pretty, she was gorgeous.
As the memory faded, a single thought crossed his mind...I will find you.
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