Title: Prey for Chloe
Rating: R to NC-17
Spoilers: Beginning of Season 4 up to and including “Scare”. A bit of creative license will be taken with Chloe’s mother.
Setting: After the toxic explosion in “Scare” and revealing the truth about her mother to Clark, Chloe leaves Smallville for a month to parts unknown. She returns a much changed woman and sparks Lex’s interest.
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(Chloe and Lex get saucy. A little moving-in smut for the fans)
Chapter 27
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“How do people manage to do this every day of the week?” Chloe wondered out loud, as she struggled to open the lid of the sauce jar. She’d decided to live vicariously and cook Lex dinner, since he’d been nice enough to prepare a killer coq a vin the night before. They had been living together for about two weeks now and had experienced their share of ups and downs. Fortunately, for them, the downstairs was considered their cool-off zone. Lex had a tendency of coming home, cranking up the Mahler in his office and spending most of the evening making international calls. It was hard to get him to completely disconnect from his office, considering he’d just relocated his base of operations, but Chloe tried her best to get him to dedicate some time to relaxing. Dinner had become their shared time and he was not allowed to take any business until they had finished their shared meal.
Her problem at the moment was one of skill. She didn’t have a fucking clue how long pasta had to be boiled. Fortunately, all the ingredients in the large salad she’d prepared as an appetizer had come pre-cut, so she could always heat up the salmon they had and serve that up as dinner. She was going to try to make the past work before resorting to that final measure, if only as a gesture of appreciation for everything Lex had done for her since she’d moved out west.
It hadn’t been a bed of roses entirely – she and Lex still had the tendency of getting on each other’s nerves and neither backed down from a fight – but the good had far outweighed the bad. Lex had given her a wonderful living arrangement and she adored the sparsely furnished, but very tasteful house they now shared. Each one of them had an office – Chloe’s on the ground level and Lex’s opposite their bedroom on the upper floor. Thinking ahead was one quality she envied Lex for – he’d had the rooms paneled with sound proofing, allowing her the chance to blast Mick and the boys to her heart’s delight.
Photographs they’d taken adorned their living room, as well as shots of their friends, several of Gabe and Lex’s cherished photograph of his mother, Lillian. Pictures of Lana and Pete had been sent to Chloe, which Lex had immediately framed and put on their fireplace mantle. Despite his very hectic work schedule, they had succeeded in setting up a home.
He had completely won her heart when she first walked into her office to find a framed, yellowing letter prominently on display on her office wall. As she’d walked to inspect it that first day, he’d put his hand around her shoulder and kissed her on the cheek.
“The money spent on this was well worth it, as you’ll find,” he’d said.
When she looked closer, she found it was Nellie Bly’s first letter to the Pittsburgh Gazette. She’d jumped into Lex’s arms in excitement. Of course, after their first fight – their usual argument about the volume of the HDTV in the living room when Chloe was home – she’d threatened to knock him over the head with it, but the matter was quickly forgiven. Nobody said love meant wouldn’t have to say I’m sorry – a lot.
But, all of those thoughts weren’t getting her any closer to figuring out the pasta dilemma. How the fuck was she supposed to know what a serving size was? She finally decided to dump the entire box into the boiling pan of water and see what happened. Taking out the salad contents, she poured the contents into a large wooden bowl and opened a bottle of wine.
Just then, she heard the front door open as Lex arrived. Hearing the commotion in the kitchen, he walked in to find out what was going on.
“Pans? Food in non-cooked status?”
“Funny. I hope you like wearing your food and not eating it.”
“What are you making?”
“Pasta with some organic onion-garlic sauce and fresh parmesan. I went down to the Marina and did some shopping and thought it’d be a good idea to make us dinner.”
“Sounds excellent? Can I help?”
“No, you already made dinner this week. I want to do this.”
“Let me at least take out the sauce pan.”
“What do we need that for?”
“To heat up the sauce.”
“Can’t we just throw it on the spaghetti once it’s done boiling?”
“That probably won’t work,” he said, stifling the urge to laugh, “but give it a try if you’d like.”
“You’re making fun of me, somehow,” she said.
“Not in the least,” he insisted. “By the way, how long has the pasta been boiling?”
“A little under half an hour, give or take a minute,” she said, noting Lex’s widened eyes, “That’s wrong isn’t it? I suck at this.”
“Chloe, I don’t need you to cook meals for me. I happen to like cooking, but I don’t expect you to take it up just to please me.”
“I just wanted to do something nice for you, Lex.”
“Well,” he said, grabbing the sauce in one hand and her hand with the other as he walked all ingredients over to the dining room. “I know of one way.”
“Really?” she said, as he put his hands on the bottom of her camisole.
“And it requires no cooking,” he said, lifting the shirt over her head and running the palms of his hands over her breasts, as her nipples pebbled under his touch.
“Good sauce,” he commented, “is a taste that should be relished with the proper accompaniment.” Lex opened the jar and dipped his pinky into the sauce, licking his finger dry as Chloe laughed.
She stopped doing so when she saw what he did next. Dipping his index finger twice, he baptized both her nipples with a generous dollop of sauce, bending his face down to lick each one dry. Bending her head backwards as she grabbed his head, Chloe wordlessly thanked him for this gourmet introduction. Rolling her nipple around with his tongue, he began to pull down her pants as she lay her back down on the table.
“Not bad, I prefer the taste of the accompaniment.” With that, he took off her pants and bent his head down to lick her most intimate of areas. Flicking his tongue with expert ease and patience, Chloe gripped the sides of the table to keep from screaming out loud. The things he could do with his tongue could teach a master’s course in cunnilingus.
Teasing her clit by suckling it with pursed lips, Chloe yelped with need as she pulled him to her. He quickly eased himself into her her body as she gripped his hips to guide his motion. The sauce crashed and fell to the ground.
“That’s a mess,” she said as he pounded against the table.
“Fuck it,” he said nonchalantly.
“Oh, no. Fuck me.”
He was in position to argue with her as she gripped him and tenaciously demanded manually that he make her come. Quickly thrusting into her willing form, he felt her about to peak and gripped her buttocks to accelerate his motion. Chloe screamed out her approval. Feeling himself swallowed by the pressure of her orgasmed walls, he quickly found his own release and collapsed on top of her.
When they were finally able to breath and had cleaned up the sauce from the floor, Chloe looked at Lex and mouthed the words, “take out.” He nodded his approval.
That dining table has been used for anything but since we’ve lived here, she thought to herself, I wonder if I should write them a letter of praise?
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