Keeping Score
Sometimes Chloe hated Smallville and the freaks that it'd created. Other times, like now, she loved it. Sneaking past another guard, she pressed against the wall, waiting for him to make his final round.
Look left, then right, then move on--
He wasn't moving on.
Crap.
Using her stolen keycard, she slipped into the room behind her, shutting the door quietly.
"Chloe."
Jumping and spinning with a gasp, she came face to face with the man she was spying on.
Crap.
He wasn't supposed to be here.
"Lex. I was just--"
"Snooping. Again." His shook his head with a sigh. "You know I can't let this go."
She nodded, swallowing hard. He grabbed her arm, dragging her with him to his desk. Once there, he stared at her for a second, watching her fidget. She wondered what kind of punishment he had in store for her this time.
Grabbing her waist, he lifted her to his desk and kissed her hard, mouth open on hers, not bothering with sweet kisses and soft touches. This was Lex after all. He wrapped her legs around his waist and she melted into him knowing she'd lost this round.
She was 2-for-8.
Crap.
A/N: Someone stop me, I can't... ack. Drabbles, drabbles everywhere. Now double drabbles. Must. Stop.
...more to come. *runs*
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