Dressing it Up and Stripping it Down - NC-17 - Complete

[S.Ann Smith]

yay! more soon please

[buddyfozzy]

Two updates in one day! :yay:

Satan and the Mrs. The perfect costumes for them. :chlexsign4:

[AlabamaWorley]

Nice! I like how Lex doesn't take any of that "nothing's wrong" business when he knows he's sleeping on the proverbial couch if he doesn't press the matter.

And the setting of the watch... I anticipate smut soon!

[sydsvaughn]

Sigh, I'm getting lovely pictures of Satan and the Mrs. and the reactions of everyone.

Not to mention what happens in 40 minutes ...

SaraC

[hfce]

Those two are hilarious. I love their costume idea Satan and the Mrs. :lol: that fits them perfectly. This is how I invision Chlex being written on Smallville. To bad they are to stupid to do it.


Hope

[autumngold]

I love how Chloe is torturing Lex!! I'm glad that he decided to not hide their relationship!! Can't wait for more of this story!! Please post again soon!!! :chlexsign4:

[kitten]

Hallowe’en Smallville Fanfiction - NC-17

SPOILER WARNING: Spoilers abound, up to the current episode in U.S./Canadian release.

Disclaimer: Smallville, the characters therein, and all affiliated copyrighted materials are owned by the WB. This is a work of fanfiction not intended for profit or infringement, only for the pleasure of fans of the series.

A/N: Finally at the party, Chloe and Lex are drawing some curious looks. Lucky for them, they’re just biding their time until they can sneak off to fool around.

Chapter Six

Lex shook hands and said hello numerous times in the next half hour as people trooped into the castle, most of whom would pass him on the street and sneer if he ventured a greeting. Once it would have bothered him, but at this point he had realized most of his neighbours were trapped inside the forced morality of the small town. It was only the rare few residents who had lived outside Smallville who could look at him in a positive light when he wasn’t throwing the largest event of the season.

Their unimaginative costumes and masks became a blur quickly, but Lex was concentrating on the woman beside him. Chloe had lingered by his side when he took his place by the front door and had taken up informal hostessing duties. He caught more than a few double takes as the high school students took in her presence, but none of them had dared to speak to her and at least she looked like she was there for a reason.

In a new low of feeble excuses, he had handed her the bowl of candy that was waiting for the younger trick or treaters. It was surprising how many of the children of Smallville insisted on getting a ride out to the secluded estate. He suspected the old Scottish castle had some kind of spooky reputation in the elementary school because at least half of the knocks on the massive door were people less than four feet tall. Chloe crouched down on her precarious shoes and spoke to each group of children, complimenting them on their costumes and helping them sift through the treats for a favourite.

Lex was watching her do just that, and admiring the slit in her skirt with a grin, when the Kents arrived. Jonathan and Martha were dressed conservatively in cowboy hats and denim, and Clark trailed behind them in a half-assed Zorro outfit that seemed to consist mostly of a cheap black mask, and a flimsy hat and cape worn over black jeans and a black shirt.

“Jonathan, Martha, good evening.” Lex shook hands with the farmer and smiled at Martha’s warm greeting. Of all three Kents she was the only one who seemed consistently willing to take him at face value, which only supported his theory about the benefits of life outside Smallville.

“Hello Lex. The decorations look wonderful. Thank you for inviting us,” she said, but he caught the questioning look that passed between the couple after they both saw Chloe. Jonathan quirked an eyebrow but all he said was his usual greeting.

“Lex.”

“Lex.” Clark used the same greeting as his father with several more degrees of enthusiasm.

“Hi Clark. Great costume.”

The teenager stumbled out of the way as the latest wave of sugar-injected children surged around him and out the door. Chloe’s giggle caught his attention and Clark’s eyes widened as she accepted Lex’s hand and stood up.

“Thanks,” she said, giving his hand a friendly squeeze before she let it go.

“Chloe!” Clark made it an exclamation instead of a salutation and Lex knew she was resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Instead she smiled gracefully and offered him the bowl.

“Hey Zorro. Candy?” She dropped the smile as the teenager leaned forward and seemed to be looking into her cleavage from his greater height. Lex’s quick step closer to her was a sharp noise and Martha put herself between her son and the bride of Satan.

“That’s a lovely dress, Chloe, and you look beautiful. It’s nice to be fancy once in a while, isn’t it?” She directed a wry glance over her shoulder at her casually dressed husband, who grinned sheepishly.

Chloe shone under the woman’s gaze, clearly appreciative of her notice, and Lex relaxed. “”Tis the season,” she quipped.

Her obvious joy seemed to please the puzzled Kent men, because Jonathan stepped up to take Martha’s arm and Clark smiled genuinely.

“We’ll see you inside,” she said, shooting Clark a warning glance that didn’t really hit the mark.

Lex could see Clark had already rationalized Chloe’s presence and her costume in a way that made him comfortable because he was back to checking out her breasts.

“So, Chloe, what’s your costume?” He spoke directly to her breasts so Chloe let her eyes roll.

She wiggled her shoulders to make the wings flutter. “I’m the bride of Satan.”

“Yeah, but what’s your costume,” Clark joked lamely, laughing at himself for a few seconds before becoming self conscious.

Chloe smiled politely but Lex could tell she had lost interest in the farm boy. At that moment his watch started chiming and he pressed the switch to turn it off.

“What’s your costume Lex?” Clark seemed to be stuck on the same question and Lex smirked, checking with Chloe before he gave his answer.

Her smile stretched into a genuine expression and he faced his teenage friend rather pompously, telling himself it suited the role.

“I’m Satan.”

Lex took Chloe’s hand and motioned for her to hand over the candy to Clark, who was looking fairly stunned. She pushed the bowl toward him and he caught it by reflex, his eyes wavering back and forth between the evil royal couple.

“Just hand out candy to the children, okay. Thanks Clark.”

Chloe flashed him a dazzling smile before she was rotated in Lex’s arms. He watched them disappear down the darkened hallway, in the opposite direction of the lights and sounds of the party, gaping.

[Shy Butterfly]

I love this fic. :chlexsign1:

[kitten]

Hallowe’en Smallville Fanfiction - NC-17

SPOILER WARNING: Spoilers abound, up to the current episode in U.S./Canadian release.

Disclaimer: Smallville, the characters therein, and all affiliated copyrighted materials are owned by the WB. This is a work of fanfiction not intended for profit or infringement, only for the pleasure of fans of the series.

A/N: SMUT! Whoa, sorry. Sugar burst out through all my synapses for a moment. Satan and the Mrs. ditch the Hallowe’en party to sex it up, and who could blame them.

Chapter Seven

Her horns fell off in the hallway, pushed aside by Lex’s hands anchoring in her hair. He seemed either to know when Clark could no longer see them, or else he didn’t care, because at a certain point he just stopped and crushed her to him.

“You’re driving me insane.” He muttered it against her mouth while she worked on the buttons of his shirt. Chloe desperately wanted to yank it open, but she knew he would have to make a return appearance at his own party.

His back hit a door and Lex reached behind to open it, twisting his torso to move his hand past the large wings. The knob finally turned and they scrambled inside, leaving feathers floating in the hallway’s breeze.

Lex backed them into the room, sliding along the door, and he arched his back in agony. She made him hard as a rock and as frustrated as if he’d never had an orgasm before in his life. Her hands ran over his skull around the horns and her nails bit in before she cupped the back of his head.

No head injuries tonight, she thought. I’ve got plans for the prince of darkness.

“We need a desk or something,” she told him, trying to push closer around the now-irritating wings without dropping her hands.

He started them moving again, coaxing her backwards blindly in the dark room. Their tongues whipped together as he moved them, Chloe trusting that they were going in the right direction.

Lex grasped at the air behind her back, trying to locate the piano he knew was there. His fingers jammed against it painfully, but he barely noticed because Chloe had found him. She hadn’t been quite sure if she was doing the right thing when her hand insinuated itself into his pants, but he let out a gasp that had to be favourable when her fingers brushed against his erection.

Wow, Chloe thought, circling her fingers around him to judge his size. I’m not really sure how to work this. She tightened her grasp marginally and felt him shiver and squish her into the edge of a piece of furniture. His hands came up to jerk at the top of her dress, prying it down until her breasts were bare.

“No bra?” He covered her mouth immediately after he asked, and she promptly forgot the question.

He palmed both breasts, the nipples almost burning his hands with sensation. Chloe let out a whimper that echoed in the room and her left hand was pulled out of his pants. He heard a dull slap of skin but was distracted when her right hand cupped his balls and applied the slightest pressure.

Chloe held on to Lex with one hand and the furniture with the other, trying to stay upright despite the wet need gathering between her legs. She felt alternating waves of heat and cold and fought an urge to shake under it.

“We don’t have much time, Lex.” She whined it and felt him nod. His hands closed once more on her breasts, hard enough to constrict her nipples.

Chloe pried her hand out of his pants and felt Lex sigh. She arched away from his grasp in a victory for her self control, pulling up the skirt of her dress and holding it with one hand.

Lex heard the fabric move and knew they were officially in new territory. He put a hand on her waist, drifting it up to her heaving breasts, then sliding it down to her hip, looking for the edge of her panties. It took three sweeps to realize there was no line of fabric and he paused.

“No underwear?” He rubbed his entire face up the side of her neck, knowing the smooth skin was an unusual experience that was arousing for most women. Chloe was no exception as it turned out, bracing her free hand on his chest and holding on.

“Mmmmm, Lex, now.” She pressed herself tighter to the piano and he lifted her, hearing a slight scratching that he assumed was the wings being crushed. At that point he’d happily pay a million dollars for what they were about to do, so he ignored it. Chloe was spread out before him, and he was going to take full advantage. The gown was still pushed up around her breasts and he could smell her arousal. The only thing that remained was asking permission.

“Can I touch you?” His hands were already high on her legs, but she knew that wasn’t what he meant. Chloe nodded emphatically, though he couldn’t see it.

“Please.”

His fingers found the soft hair at her pubis and stroked over it. Her lips were damp and slightly sticky and Lex penetrated her just enough to know she was even wetter inside.

“Get ready,” he whispered, positioning his thumb on her carefully. He slid it inside, feeling a slight resistance like stroking a cat’s fur the wrong way.

Feverishly, Chloe wondered how his fingers on her were so much different than her own. She was pinned by a single digit, feeling the urge to shift her hips on the cool surface but unable to do so.

Lex licked a figure eight just above her knee, rocking his hand into her. He set a fast rhythm with his mouth and matched it with his hand, using his fingers to press down over her clitoris. His free hand found one of hers and fisted them together over her hip.

She’s quick, he marveled, really quick for a virgin.

“Cover your mouth, baby,” he told her, feeling her orgasm about to break. The music room was acoustically designed to project sound and it wouldn’t do for someone to misinterpret what they were hearing and run in to help.

Chloe tossed her head to one side and pressed her fist to her mouth. What would have been a high shriek came out as a drawn-out wail, and Lex kept his mouth and hand moving through it all.

She twitched around him, feeling the ending and beginning of everything in a five degree turn of his thumb.

They were both exhausted, heat pouring off of them and desire barely sated. Muscles raring for a hard and fast go round ached with dissatisfaction.

Lex Luthor thought it was the best use the piano had ever had.

[Blackberry]

*feeling hot hot hot!* *dances*

yeyyyy more to come i hope! *no pun intended!!*

BB