Hey, all. The board ate the story, but have no fear, I have resurrected it! Blue
Disclaimer: We don't own Smallville, if we did...let's not go down that road *G*
Spoilers: Not really
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP
Summary: Well it all starts when Chloe and Lex get trapped in a store over night.....
Feedback: We crave it almost as much as the smut *g
A/N: Sabby: You know what happens when Blue and I think about doing a "short" PWP? It ends up being the smuttiest Tolstoy-length porn on earth *rolls eyes*. So as we move on, hopefully posting daily, we will dedicate this to several people, for their B.days and other important stuff, cuz I think that this one won't end so soon. Damn us for being addicted to smut *shaked head*
A/N: Blue: Ok, so we were going to write a tiny, little PWP for y'all to tide you over before Teen Spirit heats up. And look what happened *sighs* .
Day One, Part One: Trapped
Lex hurried past the glass doors, entering Fordman's sports store in a frenzy. 'How the fuck could I forget something like that?' He had a pressing business meeting the next day and the European investor insisted on playing golf while talking business.
That wouldn't have been the problem; the problem was that Lex had just brilliantly smashed his 9 iron in an attempt to shut up one of his dad's lackeys the other day and totally forgotten to replace it. So now he found himself in Fordman's store at 8:45 with fifteen minutes to find a half decent replacement for his 1200$ iron.
Lex briskly made his way through the aisles in search of the golf section. When he had found it, he began ruffling through the irons, most of them not half as good in quality as he was used to. "God dammit," he cursed under his breath.
Chloe rushed into Fordman's, almost knocking over one of the jocks from her high school. Not that she cared, she was on a mission and had only ten minutes to find the perfect pair of tennis shoes and then get the hell out of dodge.
She made her way to the back of the store and once more cursed the fact that after taking over the business, the new owners had yet to put the shoe department in order. It was one, long, continuous aisle that was very narrow. If you happened to meet another customer, one of you would have to back up in order to pass.
She said a silent prayer that she wouldn't meet anyone in the aisle, she was in a rush. 'Of course,' she thought, grumpily, 'the tennis shoes would have to be all the way in the back.' Her father had just called from Burma to remind her that he had promised Mrs. Ross that she would be her doubles partner in a charity event the next day. And had failed to tell Chloe that.
So, now, instead of being curled up at home she was in a cramped aisle that smelled vaguely of leather, searching desperately for a size six shoe.
Lex rooted on through the shelves, finding a stack load of putters but not one single nine iron. 'Who the hell do I have to kill to get that fucking iron? Note to self, next time, throw vase.' He grumbled as he shifted aside yet another bundle of 6 irons and sandwich putters.
When he finally picked up a 9 he let out a short triumphant holler. At that moment the lights went out. "What the fuck?" Lex looked around himself, noting that the store was empty as far as he could see. "Oh this is fucking priceless!" He stamped down the urge to smash his new iron before he even had legally acquired it.
Chloe was squatting on the floor, trying to see if the shoe box indeed held a six or if some idiot stock boy had just put the box upside down when she was plunged into darkness. She stood up and turned her head in the direction of where she had thought she heard someone yell.
She quickly began to make her way out of the aisle, but it was made difficult by the total darkness. She remained calm. That is, until she heard the distinct *snick* of a lock falling into place.
Lex made his way back to the front of the store, hoping that there still would be someone to take the money and let him out. When his ears picked up the sound of a door being locked he stopped dead in his tracks for a second. His brain kicking back into gear, he called out a loud "Hey" and rushed towards the glass doors. Only to see a teen walking away on the other side, huge headphones over the ears that probably blasted loud enough to render anyone deaf. "Well FUCK!" Lex threw away the iron and ran a hand over his head. This was just the perfect end to a perfect night.
Chloe heard the yelling and followed the sound of the voice. She found, much to her amusement, a very disgruntled Lex Luthor staring out at the deserted street. "I'll see your fuck and raise you a damn," she said, coolly.
He whipped his head around at the familiar snarky voice coming from behind him. "Miss Sullivan." The smirk fell back in place. ‘At least I'll have company' "You wouldn't at any chance have a key or a lock pick at hand?" Lex said, only half in jest.
Chloe began patting at her pockets, amused when a hopeful look ever so briefly flashed over Lex's face. "Nope," she said, "they must be in my other jeans." She cocked her head and smiled at him.
Lex shook his head ever so slightly at her antics. "Well great." He expelled a long breath. "Ok then I assume I'll just have to break the window and deal with the police.”
Chloe raised one of her eyebrows. "I'm surprised that you don't know how to pick a lock. Don't they teach that in those reform schools disguised as prep schools that they sent you to?" Lex just shrugged and picked up his 9 iron again.
She opened her mouth to tell him that after all of the weird occurrences on Main Street this particular store had unbreakable glass installed, but decided against it. 'This is too good,' she thought as she gracefully hopped up onto the counter where the knives were displayed. "By all means Mr. Luthor, break away."
Lex hefted the iron and stepped close to the large store window next to the entrance. He swung out and back. The iron collided hard with the surface, the impact running all the way up his arm and making him shout out a curse in pain. When he looked at the window again, the glass was flawless. "What the bloody hell?" he muttered, dropping the putter and rubbing his arm.
Chloe began to laugh. It was just too good. "I guess they also didn't teach you about the magical phenomenon of unbreakable glass at those expensive schools you attended." She hopped off of the counter, and took the golf iron out of his hand. "This won't do you any good, trust me."
Lex closed his eyes and took a deep breath before locking his eyes with Chloe in a scathing gaze. "And you couldn't have told me that *before* I almost disjointed my shoulder?" His voice was eerily calm.
"Well," she said, leaning up against the impervious glass, "I technically *could* have but then I would have missed that display of unadulterated manhood that you just put on. It was rather impressive." She tried to contain herself, she really did, but she felt a huge grin overtake her face.
Lex had to hold back a smirk of his own. *Technically* she was right. He ran a hand over his head and his look softened a little as he expelled a sigh. "Then what do you suggest we do, seeing as 'unadulterated manhood' as you call it won't do us any good in this case?"
Chloe's eyebrows knit together. "That, Lex, is an excellent question." She sighed. "Ok, breaking the glass won't work. And, being that we've been moving around and no alarm has gone off, I assume that the idiot that locked us in here also forgot to turn the alarm on. So..." she trailed off. Then she slapped her hand to her forehead. "What am I? An idiot?" she muttered to herself as she rummaged through her bag. "Don't answer that," she said, sharply, never looking up at Lex.
Chloe began to get more and more agitated as she searched her bag for her cell phone. She could feel Lex's gaze on her and her heart sank when she realized that in her mad dash for the store before it closed, she had forgotten it at home. She sighed and looked up at Lex. "Come on," she said, wearily, "give me the best you've got."
Lex’s smirk widened immensely despite of the situation. "I would, but the look on your face is good enough for me, Miss Sullivan." Then he reached into the pocket of his pants, whipping out his cell and switching it on...to find an empty screen. His face fell abruptly and a groan escaped his throat. "This can't be true." He shook his head in denial, putting the cell back into his pocket.
The look of utter disbelief on Lex's face and the absurdity of the situation was all it took for Chloe to burst out laughing. "*You* of all people forgot to charge your cell phone? That's priceless, it's like a fifth limb to you."
Lex looked at her dumbfounded for a second, then started to chuckle. Her laughter was contagious and he soon found himself laughing along, helpless to do anything but.
Once Chloe was able to get control of herself again she said, "Ok, now that we're done with the hysterical madness portion of the evening, I'm open to any suggestion that pseudo-criminal mind of yours can come up with to get us out of here."
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