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    Deleted Scenes (NC-17) *complete*

    Author: Eurydicesfalling

    Rating: NC-17 (fer sure. Sexual situations Ahoy&#33

    Spoilers: AU version of the Delete episode

    Disclaimer: Smallville and its characters there in are not mine. If they were the show would be on Showtime instead of the WB for Chlexy monkey sex. I am gaining no profit for this work of smut, so please don’t sue. Plus I’m just plain broke.

    Feedback: Sure why not? Love it, hate it, it’s all good. Just let me know.

    Summary: Just a little PWP about what could have happened during Delete when Chloe is at the mansion.

    Author’s Note: I’m supposed to be studying for my Tax midterm on capital assets and real estate. Instead this wouldn’t leave me be until I started writing at 2 in the morning. I’ve only given it a cursory beta, but let me know if I missed something major. Oh and the whole thing where Lex says her name... I know I read something similar in a fic eons ago. If anyone recognizes the reference let me know. I'm a lotta things, but a thief isn't one of them.

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    Make yourself at home.

    Chloe decided to do exactly that.

    Deranged psycho e-mail stalker bitch or not, Chloe Sullivan’s reporter's instinct would not allow her to give up the chance at Luthor mansion snoopage.

    Before he left for Metropolis, Lex stopped by the suite she had been led to earlier.
    He told Chloe the tech guys had found her and she spoke without thinking.

    Sorry I’m sending you out to deal with another psycho brunette murderess. I mean…

    His mouth had quirked at her nonplussed look.

    Don’t worry about it Chloe. At least this one isn’t after my fortune or me for that matter. Although, I’m sure given enough time…

    Now it was her turn to shift her malleable lips into a reluctant grin

    That’s a rather arrogant assumption Lex. Maybe you’re not her type.

    And maybe Chloe, she’s not mine. I find myself developing a heightened immunity to mercenary brunettes.

    Well what will you do for company now?

    I’ve heard a rumor that blondes are more fun anyway.

    The blonde Ms. Sullivan cursed her Irish ancestors for the umpteenth time in her life as color heated her cheeks.

    With an eyebrow quirk as his only acknowledgment of her discomfort, Lex switched the topic to the other reason why he had stopped by to see her.

    He pressed a silver key into her palm and told her it was for her suite of rooms in case she wanted the extra security blanket. She had chafed under the implication that she was a weepy Blana doll afraid of her own shadow - judo chop not included.

    Her cheeks warmed at the remembrance of Lex pinning her with his gaze and telling her there was no shame in respecting what goes bump in the night.
    He had reached out with manicured hands and wrapped her fingers securely around the key. The touch warmed her clammy fingers as he continued to hold his penetrating stare. Her cheeks had flared to a ridiculous Irish red at his next comment.

    I have no respect for any woman stupid enough to think being adept in the arts of self-defense is the same as being well versed in the art of self-preservation. I appreciate a woman who values herself and her strengths enough to protect them at all costs Chloe.

    His lips shaping around her name was unlike anything she had ever seen before. The Ch brushing against his full bottom lip, showing the barest hint of pink tongue on the l, pursing on the exhalation of the o and stretching to shift his scar intriguingly with the guttural e was the most sensual thing she had ever seen in her life.

    Lex left the room after that, completely oblivious to the sexual stupor he had left the young reporter in.

    Eventually she went to the door and closed it after the billionaire. A heartbeat later she opened it back again and locked the door with her key. She felt a bit foolish, but safer for it none the less.

    It took less than an hour for her to unpack the duffel she had hurriedly stuffed with thirteen pairs of underwear, two bras, seven shirts, a skirt that was too short for this weather, two pairs of jeans (one of which fit poorly) and five feet of socks.

    She couldn’t help but scrunch her nose when she pulled out the shortie nightie her cousin had purchased in a Metropolis novelty shop as a gag gift. It was at best indecent. Her head had clearly not been in the altogether when she packed.

    She opted to err on the side of caution and avoid people that might be programmed to kill her. So she ate her meal in the sanctity of her suite and was absolutely stir crazy by the time hour number three rolled around.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    And so now here she was.

    Snooping.

    Chances were high no good could come of this venture. She was bound to fall out of a window, find the Luthor equivalent of Area 51 and get beaned by a captive alien or worst case scenario get caught by her host.

    Chloe shrugged philosophically. In truth, the worst case scenario was that someone would come tearing through the manor under hypnotic suggestion to kill her ass (probably without any regard for keeping her pretty face in tact). If these were to be her last moments on earth she would die being a reporter she determined.

    So she tried every door in her hallway and found them all locked. Then she tried another passageway and found the same to be true. After about the fifth hallway she was ready to resign herself to some soft core Cinemax porn or a digital cable replay of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition when the lock on the door she stood in front of triggered something in her mind.

    Lex was thorough, but maybe not as thorough as they both seemed to believe. Chloe leaned down to be eye level with the keyhole. Then she looked at the keyhole of the door on both adjacent sides. It was a crazy hunch, but she was almost certain that her suite door was the same type of lock. Her room key was burning a hole in her jeans’ fifth pocket. Digging two fingers into the confinement of denim she triumphantly pulled out the key. All of a sudden the lack luster silver metal looked extraordinary.

    With a deep breath and a prayer to the patron saint of intrepid reporters coral tipped fingers inserted the key into the door in front of her and slowly turned the mechanism.

    Well fuck a duck it worked.

    Barely able to check her mounting glee, Chloe’s body quivered as she tried another door and another and another. Unwilling to look her gift horse in the mouth, Chloe began to rifle.

    Sure it struck her as odd that Lex would be so remiss as to have all the doors in the house able to open with one key, but even boy geniuses missed the fine print from time to time she figured.

    Most of the rooms didn’t even merit a glance. They were showpieces and guest suites. She found three studies, one library and what she guessed was Lionel’s suite of rooms to rifle through. She still turned up naught more than dust bunnies, but this was too much fun to stop now.

    Eventually she came to a suite of rooms that - based on the purple accents - lead her to believe it belonged to Lex Luthor himself. She spent a good hour perusing Lex’s suite and found nothing more incriminating than a questionable leopard print thong in his underwear drawer.

    Several more hours went by as she systematically opened every door with her magic key. From time to time she had to duck the occasional maid going about her duties or security suit doing rounds, but all in all her search went smoothly until she came to the one door her key did not work in.

    Her spidey sense was tingling off the charts that something major was behind the door. She tried her key again and again, jiggling it every way but loose. When that didn’t work she attempted to pick the lock, but a bobby pin and a lifetime’s worth of McGuyver reruns just wouldn’t cut it this time.

    Figuring she had a good run of luck Chloe pocketed the location of the door in a corner of her mind for later use.

    It was time for all little pixie haired blondes with bounties on their head to be in bed anyway.

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    Author's Note: see above for diclaimer. i'm posting the segments as i go folks. oh and the C U Next Tuesday is all Sex and the City's property

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    Good Lord, Luthor’s know how to live!

    Chloe thought this to herself as four massaging jets of shower streams worked the kinks out of her high strung body. She had been under the intense spray for an eternity. Apparently an endless supply of hot water was one of the perks of being obscenely wealthy.

    With great reluctance she turned off the first set of pipes and repeated the process three more times before sliding back the beveled glass door. A languorous pinkened arm reached out into the nebulous steam of the greater bathroom and latched onto the plushest towel ever created by man. Toweling off was a nice let down back into the land of the hunted by loonies.

    Going through her post bath routine with almost drunken movements Chloe emerged from the mists of the bathroom into her bedroom. On the bed lay her nightie. Her nose crinkled at the sight of it. The thing had no redeeming qualities.
    It was pink, as translucent as tissue paper, short enough to make her C U Next Tuesday sneeze and possessed enough bows and ribbons to support a marionette show. The next time she was running for her life, Chloe decided that she would have a previously packed getaway bag ready.

    With little fanfare she dragged the scrap of material over her head. One glance in the mirror and she knew she could not sleep in the mockery of nightwear.

    Like Archimedes, Chloe had a genuine Eureka.

    She was certain Lex would not be driving back from Metropolis at one a.m. With a little help from her trusty sidekick the Key of Serendipity, Chloe could nab a T-shirt from Lex’s bedroom. The billionaire would hardly miss one white undershirt.
    Key in hand the determined blonde left the confines of her room barefoot and in her ridiculous nightgown. She made short work of the trip to Lex’s room and only had to avoid one patrolling guard.

    The mansion was balmy, but Chloe was never so glad as when the lock turned and the threat of a cold to her hmm-hmm was soon to be erased. The blonde quickly traversed the distance of his suite’s entry room and she went to the door leading to Lex Luthor’s bed. More importantly it led to his wardrobe as well. She turned the knob carelessly, but the thick carpeting on the other side of the door absorbed all sound. Her mouth dropped open in surprise at the sight before her. Rapid reflexes kicked in and she pulled the door back almost completely closed just as silently.

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    hmm... interesting... more soon I hope!

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    Lex Luthor was in bed…

    Sucking on the nipple of a blonde woman whose tousled locks were very reminiscent of Chloe’s own style.

    Not really understanding why, Chloe felt compelled to look again.

    My God! She could be my twin!

    Both women had similar frames. Their short golden locks bore the same unruly style (although how much of the unknown woman’s was due to passion Chloe didn’t know). Even their facial features were similar. Chloe’s mouth was probably a little broader, her nose a little more imperfect and her skin a bit smoother with her reduced years, curves a tad fuller, but for the most part she and Chloe were John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidts all the way.

    It was disconcerting and intriguing all at once.

    The teenager’s fingers were in a vice grip around the unsuspecting doorknob bracing all of her wait on its small surface area. Chloe knew she should leave, but she couldn’t drag herself away from the tableau unfolding before her eyes.

    The dim lights of the room refracted gently off of Lex’s naked scalp as he suckled deeply on the anonymous blonde’s ample breast. An audible smacking sound bounced off and was then absorbed by the walls as he released the peak. His gray eyes gazed at the spit slicked veneer of the rose colored flesh. His normally uncompromisingly firm lips softened into a perfect o as he blew gently on the moistened nipple. Anonymous hissed as her nipple puckered tightly. The sound swallowed Chloe’s gasp of surprise as her nipple responded in kind.

    The reporter was appalled by her body’s response. She needed to leave immediately, she thought to herself. And then she couldn’t think at all.

    Lex reached out the tapered lengths of his index finger and thumb and latched onto the excited bud before him. His fingers plucked like those of a minstrel, maintaining the agitated state of the puckered areola. The slightest shift in angle brought his face parallel to the aroused unknown woman’s neglected breast. With nary a glance at her face, the pink length of the billionaire’s tongue was unfurled.

    Slowly, deliberately he used the flat of the oral muscle to drag against the peak now being tended.

    Chloe swore she heard the rasp as the nipple was lubricated.

    Lex drew the muscle of his tongue to taut attention as he extended the very tip only into direct contact with the pouting peak. Short, serpentine flicks of his tongue lacerated the blushing bead. His fingers continued to pluck in tandem on the other peak.

    Then without warning the plucking fingers viciously squeezed and twisted their captive as Lex’s lips peeled back. The straight, white rows of his teeth bit into the opposite nipple, distending it to an impossible degree. Anonymous blonde arched her back at the rapid shift in sensation and emitted a keening wail.

    Chloe imagined the pull in her belly and felt the taut arch in the bow of her own back. No one had put a finger on her yet she was just as suspended in animation as the anonymous doppelganger at Lex’s mercy.

    Just as quickly he released both breasts from their tormenters. His thumb now moved in deep massaging circles around the pinched nipple while his mouth opened wide to capture as much of the other mound as possible. The blonde lowered her back onto the mattress as she moaned in pleasure.

    Unable to hold her weight any longer, Chloe collapsed in a heap to her knees and sat her buttocks back heavily onto the soles of her feet. Tingling beads of perspiration were bubbling out of her pores like carbonated Chloe to create a fine sheen. That’s not the only moisture that was being generated by her body either.

    Christ! She had seen more X-rated stuff on public access television, but her thighs were steamy with her excitement right now. And Chloe knew that if she looked up again that situation could only get worse.

    Almost without thought she rubbed the palms of her hands in a sensuous strokes along the creamy expanse of her own thighs. The temptation to move them further inwards was overwhelming.

    To stop herself from doing something as pervy as compounding her inexcusable act of voyeurism with masturbation at the crack of the door, Chloe moved her hands from her thighs as if they were on fire.
    Her lips quirked sardonically at how close to reality that thought was. Then her mobile lips pulled back in a hiss of pleasure as her right hand accidentally brushed a distended nipple.

    It was all too much to resist. She was in too deep already.

    With a slight pang of guilt Chloe stepped into the abyss of pleasure and took her own begging peaks into her hands. The thin silk of her nightie acting as no barrier at all for the debauched pleasure she was about to indulge in. Slowly her gilt tipped lashes swept up to greedily survey the scene before her.

    Chloe’s breath caught in her throat.

    Her gaze tangled unexpectedly with the penetrating pewter gaze of Lex Luthor himself.

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    Oh My Goodness! :worship2: Where's the rest? lol.

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    Amazing so far. this really needs an update ASAP!

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    Originally posted by smeg888@Apr 24 2004, 02:46 PM
    Amazing so far. this really needs an update ASAP!
    Have to second that.

    Please update this wonderful fic.

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    NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! You can't leave it there... what kind of cruel, twisted, sadistic person are you... come back and update ASAP.
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    p.s. I forgot to say please.

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    GUH!!!! MORE PLEASE!!




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    Oulala! :biggrin: That was great! I want more soon, pleeeeeeeaase! :yay2:

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