Another great update.
I can't wait till they realise that they like each!
Another great update.
I can't wait till they realise that they like each!
Ok I have a good relationship with my brother but even I do not sit on my brother's lap and let him wrap his arm around me. I think it's time for Lex and Chloe to see that they are crazy about each other.
*Chapter Six*
The Smallville Corn Queen Pageant was more of an event than Clark had ever imagined. From what Chloe had said he had thought that it would just be a couple of girls with nice dresses smiling prettily. He had never dreamed that they would have a full stage set up with well over one hundred contestants ranging from 14 to 24, who had to go through several rounds.
“Oh, oh, I love this part”, Chloe exclaimed as they all lined us.
“Why? What is going to happen?” Clark wondered as spared Chloe and Lex a glance and noticed that his friend looked a little hot.
“Well, all of these girls’ parents have spent about a thousand dollars so that their daughters will be allowed to degrade themselves in front of men for the entire morning and now they all stand in front of us … and they only call out 20 names”, she giggled. “The ‘rigorous vetting procedure’ that all of the contestants have gone through and should be proud of themselves just for passing was basically just paying the registration fee”.
“What’s so funny about that?” Clark wondered.
“Half of the girls up there are complete and utter bitches and this will be their crowning glory, that they got to stand in a line so long that no one can tell one of them from the other and have their parents pay an extortionate registration fee and then buy dresses from the owner of the Corn Queen Festival’s wife’s shop … only to not be picked”, she explained.
“It was Chloe’s exposé in her High School’s newspaper The Torch, that first called attention to the relationships between the people who run the show and the places people have to buy their equipment from”, Lex put in, not because he wanted to brag just because he thought that it was interesting information.
“I got hate mail”, Chloe said, sounding rather proud of herself.
“Only once”, Lex growled.
Clark looked at him in interest and Lex mimed behind Chloe’s back with his free hand someone’s fingers being broken. Clark felt rather uncomfortable.
Apparently unaware of what Lex was doing behind her Chloe returned to their original topic of conversation, “I know that at first glance it seems mean, and perhaps it is. But these are not nice girls; they are vicious and spend all of their time trying to put others down. This is a victory for any girl who has ever had to put up with them. For anyone who didn’t get picked first in gym class. The very people who are normally the reject people are now going to be rejected. Isn’t it fun”, she grinned wickedly.
“She does actually know all of the girls in the line-up and is always the first person to try to make excuses for people’s bad behaviour, so if she says that they are all bitches you can believe her”, Lex explained, seeing Clark’s shocked face.
Chloe shrugged, “Lana was not as bad as most of them so I hope that she wins. Although that means that she will have to prance around in a bikini in front of everyone so actually no, I hope that she doesn’t get picked at all”.
“How kind of you”, Lex gave her a squeeze without thinking it through and realizing that this was going to press her even closer to him. Too interested in what was going on stage to think about what she was doing, Chloe leant back against Lex’s chest in a relaxed way rather than perching on his knees as she had been doing before.
“Oh oh oh here it comes”, Chloe wiggled with excitement causing Lex to groan and Clark to look over at him to check that he was alright. He shot Clark a tight smile and tightened his arm around Chloe’s waist trying to keep her still.
The voice over the audio system came on and announced that, “these young women have all done very well to get this far”.
“Because their parents paid”, Chloe put in.
“And in some ways they are all winners”, the master of ceremonies continued, unaware that Chloe was in attendance, let alone mocking him.
“Although in the actual technical sense of the word, most of them aren’t”, she continued.
“All of these you ladies are of upright character”, the MC tried not to let his eyes linger for too long on any one of the contestants.
Chloe snorted at that one, “That is why so many of the cheerleaders have grass stains on the backs of their uniforms, because they are so upright”.
“Now Chloe, that’s unfair. You know that some of them like it on top”, Lex joined in.
“But some in the last few weeks have given more than the others”. Chloe almost choked at that one, she loved this guy. He was feeding her lines now.
“What do you think he means Lex. More head, hand jobs or money?” She asked.
“All three probably, but you could find your mouth washed out with soap if you say it again”, he threatened her, desperate to distract her from the events on the stage. She wiggled less when angry, and her tendency to wiggle was definitely becoming a problem.
“Spoil sport”, she complained.
“Foul mouthed wench”, he shot back.
“Prudish man slut!” It was the best that she could come up with at that moment. Lex made a very good chair, just the right height, good back support, nice and warm and a built in seat belt cum armrest.
“What?”
“You heard me, I said prudish man slut.”
“How is that possible?”
“Simple, you are a slut because you have lots of sex with lots of different people”, before Lex had a chance to take issue with that she gave a little bounce in his lap, as if to test her next point, “you are a male, and you are a prude about it. You can do these things, but I can’t say them. Prudish man slut”.
“How do you know that I do those things?” He protested. That wasn’t the impression he wanted Chloe to have of him, he wanted her to know that he was a stand up man even if she didn’t like him. He knew that the men in a girl’s life influenced who they married in later life, girls of abusive fathers often ended up with abusive husbands. Obviously Gabe wasn’t abusive, he was great, and he was the main influence in Chloe’s life but Lex knew that he after Gabe he was the largest influence – even if she didn’t like it – and that his conduct, as perceived by her, could influence her potential happiness later on.
“I know people”, Chloe said noncommittally.
“You know people”, he repeated.
“Yep, prudish man slut”, she continued to tease, unable to see his face and having no idea how much her words had affected him.
“You say that one more time Chloe and I swear to Lucifer I will make you sit on the straw”, he threatened, fast losing patience with this conversation.
“But it pokes me”, Chloe complained. She was nice and comfy in his lap.
“You have been warned”, came his simple response.
“Alright, bluenosed whore of the male persuasion”, Chloe sought to get around the threat by not saying it with the same words.
“That is better, I think”, Lex said, laughing at her. He couldn’t help it, she was impossible. “Watch now, I know how much you like it when they stand there looking so sure that they will be the last one to be called and then get really shocked when they aren’t. Oh look at the one on the end”.
Clark and Chloe both looked where Lex was indicating and saw one girl who took a step forwards even as someone else’s name was called.
“That is really sad”, Clark said.
“Hardly”, Chloe scoffed. “She spent her entire time in High School sleeping around and being a bully.”
“Maybe she has changed”, Clark offered.
“And maybe Lex isn’t an uptight stick in the mud”, Chloe scoffed at the idea.
“Hey, Clark is the one who disagreed with you, not me”, Lex protested.
“I was as complimentary about you as humanly possible”, Chloe gave a shrug, “but I am just one girl”.
“Sometimes I doubt that”, Lex muttered darkly, “I think that you are multiple little devils all of whom delight in tormenting me”.
“It is a possibility”, she admitted.
“Who was the last one called?” Clark wondered, he hadn’t been able to hear the name over Lex and Chloe’s conversation.
“Lana Lang, the brunette in the middle”, Chloe pointed to her sort-of friend from High School.
“She is beautiful”, Clark said in an awed whisper.
Chloe and Lex looked over at him in a mixture of concern and disgust.
“You promised me that this would stop happening to me once I was out of High School”, Chloe whispered to Lex. It was true, when her date to prom had asked her at the end of the night if she thought that she could help him get a date with Lana and she had come home in tears Lex had been the one to hold her and tell her that all boys of that age were stupid and blind and that that would change once she left Smallville and met men rather than spotty small-town freaks. And Lex didn’t lie to her, not ever!
“He suffers from hay fever, it messes with the brain. Not enough oxygen gets to it”, Lex whispered back, trying to see her face to tell if she was really upset about this. “You know, he doesn’t have to stay for the whole summer”.
Chloe turned to look at him, “I was joking Lex”.
“Oh yes, so was I”, he tried to cover himself but he felt as if she could see straight through to his brain and knew that he was actually planning places to bury the corpse.
She gave him a knowing look and turned back around to the front, “Oh goodie, now those 20 girls get to parade around in thongs and high heels and be whittled down to 10 based on nothing but their looks”, the music changed to Britney’s Oops I Did It Again.
“Oops I got a career, by shaking my rear, and making guys leer. Oops I’m gonna sing more and dance like a whor…” Lex covered Chloe’s mouth to stop her singing the last line as the contestants strutted their stuff.
“Oh come on Lex”, she said, taking his hand away from her mouth, “You can’t tell me that you are taking this seriously?!?”
“No, far be it for me to be distracted from paying complete attention to you because some extremely hot women are running around in skimpy lingerie and high heels”, he caught her elbow before it made contact with his ribs. “I was teasing, you paranoid psycho. What’s the matter jealous?”
“What?” She coloured slightly, “Because I’m not up there flaunting my ass and tits? Puh-lease!”
“If you say so”, Lex said as if he were humouring her.
“I could win this thing in a second if I wanted to”, Chloe claimed, “my ass and tits are fabulous”.
Lex almost choked at that. “I can’t see you applying”. If only that were true, he had been trying not to imagine her in a bikini ever since she had leant back against him providing him with an excellent view down her top.
“No, because 1) I don’t want to, 2) it would be rather hard to flaunt myself with you holding your jacket out in front of me”.
“Oh Chloe, you underestimate me”.
“You wouldn’t? You would allow me to reveal all of my flesh to the populous of Smallville?” She asked, genuinely shocked.
“No, of course not. I would use a full blanket and tell anyone who didn’t avert their eyes that they were going to be unemployed”, he announced, “My jacket just wouldn’t be practical, it isn’t big enough to get really good coverage”.
“Now who is the paranoid psycho?”
“Still you”.
“Meh, okay so who do you think is natural?” Chloe asked returning her attention to the stage and getting comfy again. “I think that Lana is but that the rest have had work done. At least a nose and a boob job each”.
Lex made a noise that Chloe couldn’t quite place and shifted slightly.
“Are you alright? Am I too heavy?” She asked, swivelling around causing him to make the noise again.
“No, I’m alright”, he lied, “I just had something in my throat. I’d have to agree, especially in the case of number 4. She could take someone’s eye out”.
“I thought that you were a breast man, Lex”, Chloe teased, pleased that he didn’t like them.
“I am but I like something you can hold and squeeze”, Lex explained and Chloe tried to keep her hips from moving as the temperature suddenly shot up ten degrees, “you can’t do that with fake breasts or rather you can but they don’t react right”.
“You do know that they aren’t supposed to be used as stress balls, don’t you?” She tried to cover her reaction to his words.
“Of course, I haven’t had any complaints”.
Damn global warming! It was far too hot. She was going to write a very stern letter to some scientists.
“Hmm”, was all that she said though. She wished that she could say the same, some men didn’t seem to realise that they were attached.
“Something you want to tell me Chloe?” Lex’s voice sounded strained.
“No”, she tried to think of something other than the idea of Lex’s hands, anything anything anything. She was watching the show, she was on top of the monument but away from the nasty straw that poked her, that was when she realised that something was poking her slightly but it wasn’t that uncomfortable. Still, it was something to say. “Actually yes, I think that your car keys are poking me”.
Clark over heard this and spluttered, perfectly able to get what it was that Chloe was actually feeling.
“Oh yeah”, Lex said, looking genuinely embarrassed. “Actually that reminds me that I am thirsty, is anyone else thirsty? I’ll go and get us all something to drink”.
“I’ve got water”, Chloe learnt forwards to grab her bag and the swung around to hand it to him. She heard the noise again, saw the expression on his face, felt the ‘keys’ poking her hip this time, she looked down at the stage to see a very beautiful girl in her bikini and understood.
“Actually, Pepsi would be good. Who wants water anyway?” She jumped off his lap, blushing furiously. Damn, she should have realised earlier. He was just a man after all and those girls were hardly wearing anything.
“I’ll get you a Pepsi”, Lex said as he took off his jacket and left it against the hay for her to sit on while he was gone. He noticed that she couldn’t even bare to look at him, he had disgusted her or possibly made her feel unsafe with him. He wanted to say something, to apologise, but he didn’t know how.
“Oh don’t worry about that”, Chloe said noticing that he had left his jacket, she handed it back to him so that it would cover the problem he was having, which she was having great difficulty not looking at. She knew that he must have noticed that she was looking only at the sky or the hay. “You know, it is a really nice day and we have about 10 minutes before the next part of the show. I am going to go and stretch my legs, I suggest that you do the same and don’t worry about the drinks, I will get them. Then we can come back and recommence mocking”.
Lex grinned with relief. He got the message, they were going to come back and act like this had never happened. That suited him just fine. His jacket held in front of him he escorted Chloe down the monument and made for the men’s bathrooms, trying to look as casual as possible.
God help him, nothing like this had ever happened to him before. He was Lex Luthor he did not get hard just because some pretty little thing was sitting on his lap – not that he ever allowed anyone but Chloe to do that – and because she smelled nice and had a pretty smile. Fuck, even as he got into the stall her light floral fruity smell clung to him. It wasn’t his fault that her face kept popping into his mind as he took care of the embarrassing situation. It wasn’t. It wasn’t his fault that she was built like she was but he still felt terrible; as if he had somehow violated his perfect angelic princess because as much as he teased her about being a pain, she was angelic … deep down. He would have to make an extra special effort to protect her from now on.
It was with the resolution that he left the men’s bathroom – after having washed his hands – and started to make his way back over to the show keeping an eye out for Chloe on the way. There were lots of places that one could get drinks from here, so he didn’t know where she had gone.
“Hey Lex”, he heard her voice as she skipped towards him and hip bumped him. “Here’s your drink”, she handed him a tall Styrofoam cup, “I was going to get us some Pepsi but then I thought, no Pepsi is not good for you and Lex likes to be healthy so I will get him something healthy. This is really healthy you know, it is unsweetened herbal tea. I got you a chamomile one, it is supposed to be good for relaxing”. She tried not to blush. “I wasn’t sure what Clark would like so I got him as raspberry one because everyone likes raspberry”, she talked a mile a minute, smiling broadly and keeping her eyes studiously on his face.
Lex smiled at her. “Yes, everyone likes raspberry”, he agreed and put an arm around her shoulders. “Come on, it looks like they are about to start the talent section”.
“And we use the word talent in the broadest sense of the word”, Chloe chirped.
“In fact, incorrectly”, he finished for her and they giggled together. Hopefully this was a sign that things were going to go back to normal. They climbed the monument and Lex seated himself while Chloe handed Clark his drink and then went back to sit on Lex’s knee. She figured that they wouldn’t have the same problem as earlier now that the girls were clothed and she didn’t want him to think that she was afraid of him. It was just a biological reaction after all, he couldn’t help it.
“Alright, so how many do you think will choose to cheerlead?” Chloe asked him, feeling that mocking was always the safest topic of conversation.
“I think that five will cheerlead. Two will recite a piece of poetry that they can’t understand, one will dance and two will sing”, Lex decided.
“What about playing the water glasses and a self-defence class?” She reminded him.
“Have you been watching Miss Congeniality again?” He wondered.
“Yes, last week. What do you think Clark?” Chloe asked, turning to him only to find that he was completely engrossed with the action on stage.
“I think that we have lost him”, Chloe told Lex.
“Looks like it, just you and me again”, Lex smirked – that was just how he liked it.
“Everyone else is such a light weight”, Chloe complained before she went through her bag, “Want that muffin?”
“Sure, I put in a couple of extras”, Lex informed her.
“Now I see why some people think that you are a genius”, she grinned as she got them out and passed him the bigger one.
“Yep, that’s why. My ability to provide you with muffins”. Sometimes it was as if she hadn’t seen his exam results, which he knew that she had because he had shown them to her.
“If only you could bake”, she said wistfully.
“You are one to talk”, he said as he took a bite of his muffin. They munched away in silence throughout the talent portion which had gone much as Lex has predicted it would, the final contestant being Lana. Lex tried to be kind but still winced at her delivery. “She has it all wrong, it should be”, he made sure that his voice was low and seductive, “yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain, But am betrothed unto your enemy. Divorce me, untie or break that knot again; Take me to you, imprison me, for I, Except you enthral me, never shall be free, Nor even chaste, except you ravish me”.
“Um”, Chloe made a noise which she had no business making. She gave herself a little shake and channelled her inner snark, “Better than her interpretation but a little overdone for my tastes”
“I can’t hear”, Clark complained.
“Oh sorry, we can speak louder”, Chloe offered.
“I mean what is going on on stage. They have selected the five finalists and Lana is one of them, they are asking her a question about what she thinks true love it”, Clark explained, sounding a little put out.
“This should be good for a laugh”, Lex said. Chloe didn’t rebuke him but she was quiet as the brunette spoke.
When she had finished Chloe asked, “So, were you impressed?”
“Not really. She was better than I thought that she would be, but nothing really out of the ordinary. The whole psychobabble let’s find our place and purpose in the world doesn’t really do it for me”, Lex said with a shrug.
“She was wonderful”, Clark sighed.
“Yep, I think that it is fair to say that yet another man has been well and truly Lana Lang-ed”, Chloe said, not seeming to mind too much. “I want to write an article about this”.
“Ah yes, the yearly what the snicker doodle are we all doing post Corn Queen Festival rant article. It is a tradition. Why don’t you write it?” Lex asked.
“I’m not with The Torch anymore and I doubt very much that the Yale Daily News would be interested”, Chloe explained, she would probably still write the article but it would just be one of the hundreds of others which would sit on her hard drive and never see the light of day.
“If you made the article broad enough I’m sure that they would”, Lex said thoughtfully.
Chloe thought for a few minutes. “You know, that makes a lot of sense. The difference between the small town and the big city, the ways that small towns try to foster community by having events like this which are meant to make everyone feel all cosy and create a sense of togetherness when what they actually do is draw the lines between classes and cliques even more rigidly and the things which are supposed to empower us as women are actually really demeaning. For example, you have to prove that you can look good in a swim suit before your voice gets heard – although thank God because I don’t think that I want to hear what all of them have to say. I could link it to that new Dove advert. The beauty one. People are actually putting an advert designed by people who want to make us feel bad and buy more crap on their webpages as some sort of feminist statement. That is brilliant, thank-you Lex”.
He smirked, “I really don’t think that I did anything. Oh look, they are about to announce the winner”.
“Please don’t be Lana, please don’t be Lana”, Chloe chanted over and over to herself.
Clark looked at her strangely and Chloe gave a shrug, “You only win if you have slept with a judge”.
He joined in with her, “Please don’t be Lana, please don’t be Lana”.
A/N: Will it be Lana? Will Chloe and Lex ever work out what they feel for each other? Will Lex make it through the rest of the show?
Of course it will be Lana!
I loved what you did to Britney's song
And the poem Lex said... uhm!
Oh, and I LOVE Miss congeniality and you just made me wanna watch it again
I think... Chloe has been in love with Lex for a long time now and that is why she's like that with him.
You will just have to wait two mins - when I next post - and see.
I got that from a movie somewhere.
He he I want Lex to recite poetry to me, who am I kidding? He could read me his shopping list and I would still be a puddle on the floor.
Me too!
I think that she probably has too.
*Chapter Seven*
“So basically the question is whether or not the holier-than-thou Lana Lang has decided to give her precious gift to a judge to win, or not”, Lex summed up the situation.
“She wouldn’t”, Clark declared with feeling.
“I hope that she wouldn’t”, Chloe said, “but you never know. Sometimes people do stupid things if they are in a bad enough situation. She did always want to get out of this town and it doesn’t look like that is going to happen”.
“She might have done it and still not won if someone else was better in the sack”, Lex suggested helpfully. “The one with the size double z cups looks like she could be a professional”.
“Know a lot about professionals do you Lex?” Chloe asked, in a teasing manner.
“No, but I know a lot about a good fuck”. He wasn’t going to be embarrassed by Chloe, if she wanted to talk about sex then he was more than capable of accommodating her.
“Now whose mouth needs to be washed out?”
“Sorry, I meant to say that I know a lot about a good snicker doodle”, Lex corrected himself.
Chloe burst out laughing, it was just too funny to hear him say words like that, although she hated to think just how much he might know about snicker doodling.
As she started to lurch forwards, Lex held her tightly against him so that her back was pressed firmly against his chest, just for safety reasons of course. The way that she was laughing she could easily tumble down to the bottom of the haystacks and hopefully the problem from earlier had just been a one off.
“You think that she would be a good snicker doodle?” Chloe inquired, once she had calmed down a little.
“I honestly had never thought of her in that way”, he said. “She doesn’t seem like my type”.
“No, of course not. You like brunettes”.
“Sometimes”, he admitted, “but hair colour isn’t everything”.
“No, most of it is bra size, right?” She said, only half joking.
Lex just smiled. “Why the sudden interest in what I like in a woman?”
“Well, you don’t seem to be able to find a suitable one yourself so I thought that I would try to help you out with that but that is difficult if I don’t know what you are attracted to”, she tried to think of a reason why it was suddenly so important to her to know.
“Well traditionally money grubbing bitches who want to kill me”, he answered.
“Yes, well after having spent a couple of minutes in your presence, who could blame them?” She was teasing, he knew. He had seen the scares she had left on Helen – his University girl friend with whom things had not worked out. It was a good job that her father was a plastic surgeon as that nose would never be right again.
There was a roar from the crowd as a girl who wasn’t Lana or the girl with gigantic breasts won.
“Well that answers that question”, Chloe said. “They will be celebrating etc for a good half an hour. Want to get the jump on them and head over to the stalls as normal?”
“Sure”, Lex said. “Come on Clark, time to go”. If Chloe wanted to go now, they were going now. Clark shook his head to clear it, as if coming back to himself. He followed them down the bales of hay; ignoring the jealous looks they were getting from some people who hadn’t been allowed to climb it.
Lex released Chloe’s waist so that she could get up and start down the pyramid, but he made sure that he kept pace with her, one arm only a few inches away from her hand and ready to catch her just in case she … he didn’t look where he was going – as he was too busy paying attention to Chloe - and slipped, tumbling down a couple of bales before he regained his footing. Luckily the only people who noticed were Clark and Chloe.
“Lex”, Chloe squealed hurrying after him. When she arrived at the bottom to see him standing and brushing himself off she breathed a sigh of relief but was still not completely satisfied. She ran her hands over his arms trying to see if they were broken and looked at his head, checking for signs of blood.
“Chloe, I’m fine. Only my pride was hurt I assure you”, Lex smiled.
Clark joined them, also pleased to hear that Lex was a not seriously hurt.
“And where might this pride be located?” Chloe asked, trying not to give away how fast her heart was beating.
Lex looked at her in confusion. “Here?” He asked, pointing to his temple. He had no idea where pride was located.
Chloe rose to her tip toes and placed a kiss against his temple, then turned and kicked the bale of hay savagely, before spinning back to him and asking, “All better now?”
“Yes”, he tried to look serious.
“Good, going around the stalls will probably cheer you up”, she announced.
“Probably”, Lex nodded, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Chloe went straight to the organic ice cream stall and brought them all large chocolate ice creams without asking the boys, as she handed Lex’s his one she said, “Sugar is necessary after a shock or a nasty fall”.
“Thanks but do me a favour and for goodness’ sake don’t go into medicine”, he joked.
She grinned at him. “You don’t think that my policy of kissing boo-boos and ice cream would get me very far?”
“No, I just think that everyone would come in with every minor scrape, some might even practice self-mutilation just to get your attention”, he could only imagine how the football team would respond to this type of treatment.
“Hey. who is that?” Clark interrupted them and paused eating his ice cream for a minute.
“Who?” Chloe asked, looking around. Clark pointed out the girl who was looking at them. “Oh Clark, looks like you have got an admirer. She was one of the girls who got chucked out of the Corn Queen round one. She is a senior, whose name I don’t remember. Do you want to go over and say hi?”
The girl smile and waved.
“I don’t think that she is interested in me”, Clark hypothesised, paying more attention to the exact eye line of the girl in question. Chloe’s smile failed as they both looked behind them to see Lex eating his ice cream looking highly amused.
Chloe scowled. “Don’t look at her, you can probably get something just from eye contact”.
Lex coughed, “You don’t catch STD from eye contact, there has to be physical contact”, he corrected her automatically.
“Oh and you wouldn’t know all about that wouldn’t you, man slut”, Chloe snapped without thinking.
Lex raised an eyebrow and made a show of very definitely stepping into her personal space and staring her down. “Chloe, I haven’t spoken two syllables to her nor have I indicated that I want to. More to the point you have never seen me act inappropriately in front of you. You are basing everything you know on vulgar rumours which I have tried not to let you hear. You have 100% of my attention without acting out, however if you want to discuss this matter further there are plenty of places to do so. However my patience for passive aggressive behaviour where you don’t tell me what is actually wrong and instead indulge in mini strops is extremely limited and will likely end up with me doing something you will regret so …”
“I don’t care if you give her attention, I just don’t like being ignored”, Chloe argued.
He sighed. He didn’t know what to do with her. He was angry with her but then when he looked at her and she looked so … he didn’t know, she was Chloe. He couldn’t stand to see her less that perfectly happy and if she genuinely believed that she was being ignored then she must be unhappy. He simply had no idea what to do with her sometimes. “You know I really shouldn’t give in to you all of the time, and I could never ignore you. Let’s get going and see if we can enjoy the rest of the day without incidents”.
“Perfect”, Chloe gave him a smile and started towards the other stalls
Once he was sure that she was far enough so that she couldn’t hear them, Clark asked, “What were you going to do if she hadn’t backed down?”
“I have absolutely no idea”.
A/N: Any help for Lex?
more chlex action, hotter this time, please lol
Oh yes, more Chlex action soon please. I think Chloe is really in love with Lex and she gets jealous thinking about Lex with other women.
*Chapter Eight*
The rest of the morning did go relatively smoothly, considering that both Lex and Chloe were involved.
They went around the farmers’ market and Clark noticed that Gabe had been right. Chloe was extremely guarded when she surveyed the objects which they passed, never allowing her eyes to stay on anything for more than a few seconds unless she was certain that she was going to buy it. When she did, she put them in her bag which was rapidly becoming large and cumbersome.
Somehow though, Lex knew what she liked and was holding up fingers behind her back to indicate how many he wanted to buy and that they were to send the product and the bill to him at the mansion. Clark shook his head, wondering how Chloe was going to react to that when she got home and found them. She seemed rather independent and he wasn’t sure that she was going to appreciate Lex’s efforts.
“Oh, jam. Dad loves jam”, Chloe squeaked with delight as she charged over to the store where she brought about fifty pots and started surveying her bag, it was already rather full.
“I think that even your bag and packing abilities are going to be sorely tested with that lot, Chloe”, Lex told her. “Send them to the mansion and you, give me that”, he took her bag from her.
“I can manage”, she protested but Lex just gave the stall owner a smile before asking Chloe in a whisper, “Are you really going to emasculate me in front of these good people?”
“Alright, you can have the bag”, she agreed. It was one thing for her to try to bring him down a peg or two in the privacy of her own home, but she wouldn’t do in front of anyone else. “Besides, it will make going around the games bit easier”.
“Well at least I am good for something”, he kept step with her as she ran over to the games. “Are you coming Clark?”
“Yes, just looking around for …” He caught Lex’s eye, “nothing”
Lex smirked. “This particular nothing wouldn’t happen to be a brunette who answered to the name Lana Lang, would it?” He asked, as they reached the first set of games.
Clark blushed, which was as good as saying yes. “She just seemed like a really interesting person”, he tried to explain himself.
The billionaire looked highly amused, “And the fact that she is beautiful doesn’t bother you in the slightest?”
“Are we going to play or not?” Chloe snapped. Lex looked at her in some confusion, wondering why she was suddenly in a bad mood. “Sure, are you alright?”
“Fine”, she said moving in front of the basketball game, the men followed suit.
“Do you have any idea what got into Chloe?” Lex asked Clark, genuinely confused.
“Um”, Clark couldn’t believe how blind Lex was when it came to the youngest Sullivan. “I think that it is possible that she doesn’t like you referring to Lana as being beautiful”.
Lex stared at him blankly for a few seconds before bursting out laughing.
“What’s wrong with you?” Chloe asked.
“Nothing sweetheart, just Clark’s sense of humour. I thought that you seemed a little out of sorts and asked Clark if he knew why and he said that he thought that it was because I said that Lana was beautiful”, he explained between guffaws.
“Well that is absurd”, Chloe sniffed, “Why would I care if you think that Lana is beautiful? She is beautiful, it is just a fact”.
“See Clark”, Lex said, as if this solved the matter.
“Alright, let’s compete”, Clark said observing the fact that Chloe was almost shaking for a second there. “What do we have to do?”
“Line yourself up with your basket and get as many in as you can in the allotted time”, the teenager running the game informed them.
“Right”, Lex said, “this game wasn’t here last year”.
“No, I graduated last year from Smallville High, so I am back this summer from MetU to be with the family and I thought that I would help out. All of the money goes to charity you know”, the young man ran a hand through his sandy blonde hair as he said this.
“Yes, I know that it all goes to charity, except the money raised by the Corn Queen. This isn’t my first time here”, Lex said, wondering why he was giving them his life story when he realised that the boy was speaking directly to Chloe.
“Oh, that’s so nice of you”, she smiled at him, ignoring Lex.
Lex rolled his eyes.
“Have you ever played basketball?” Blondie wondered.
“Actually, I haven’t. Lex thinks that he is a champion at the game but never played it with me. I’m good at tennis though”, Chloe stressed, not wanting to be one of those girls who was useless at everything sporting.
“Well then let me give you some pointers”, he offered, at her side in a moment. “You see it is important that you line up with the basket and really focus”, he showed her how to sink the ball. “Now you try”.
Chloe did, but it hit the rim.
“That was really good”, the youth complimented
It was Lex who pointed out that she had missed, only to be glared at.
“Your alignment just wasn’t quite right”, he said, “may I?” He moved to stand behind her.
“No”, Lex said, as Chloe answered in the affirmative, “Yes”.
He ignored Lex and stood behind her and put his arms around how to show her how to do it properly / because he wanted to get his arms around her. “See, this time you got it in. Do you want to try again?”
“No”, Lex took the next ball from them. “We are here to play the game, not to give Chloe lessons. She can manage on her own”.
“Can you manage?” The stall hand asked Chloe.
“Of course”, she scoffed at the idea that she couldn’t manage to throw a ball but then tried to soften this, by adding, “but it seems fun and I would definitely like to improve”.
“Well, maybe I could give you some pointers some time, like say over dinner and a movie”, he asked.
“Well, I’ll have to check my schedule but I think that I can probably make some time for you say, tonight?” Chloe looked up at him through her eyelashes.
“Sure”, he tried to hide his excitement, “I’ll pick you up. Where do you live?”
“Everyone knows that she lives in the mansion”, Lex interrupted.
“Alright, the mansion it is then say 7:30pm?” He was too excited to note the warning tone in Lex’s voice.
“Great”, Chloe gave him a smile.
“Ready, set, go!” Lex said, a little louder than was strictly necessary, and started to throw the balls. Clark did the same and Chloe lost all interest in the boy in the attempt to beat Lex … something she didn’t quite manage.
“Nice game Lex”, Clark congratulated as the final scores were tallied and it was revealed that Lex had beaten him by two points and so won the big teddy bear which he promptly gave to Chloe. “Well played Lex, oh thank-you”, Chloe hugged her new toy.
“Nice toy Chloe”, a sweet voice came up to them.
“Oh hello Lana”, Chloe greeted her. “Thank-you, Lex won it for me. Congratulations on the Corn Queen Festival”.
“That’s sweet”, Lana gave Lex a smile, “and thank for what you said about the festival, I know how you feel about the whole thing.”
“This is Clark”, Chloe said motioning with her head for Clark to present himself. “You know what, I think that Lex and I should go and put Prince Tedward in the car”.
Lex smiled, “Prince Tedward, nice name”, once they were out of ear shot, “trying to give Clark some alone time with Miss Lang?”
“Sure, sometimes people need alone time”, she smiled up at him. She was in a good mood with all the world at that moment.
~*~
“Well I would say that Prince Tedward Bear looks rather snug in the boot there”, Lex said as he sat the cuddle toy at the back of the boot.
“Yes, he will have a nice time with all of the cakes and knick knacks”, Chloe said as she emptied her bag and started to sort through it to leave most of the stuff in the boot and only repack the essentials to take around with her. As she did this she smiled to herself at Lex’s ability to be a vicious business man and still be silly and talk about the comfort of Teddy Bears.
“Yep, and then home to sit on your bed”, Lex continued to discuss the future of the newest member of Chloe’s cuddly toy family.
“So that is how you and Dad are planning on making sure I stay a good girl?” She inquired as she stacked snacks she had brought and debated which ones – if any – she wanted to lug around them. Ultimately she decided to leave them; she could always buy something else if she got hungry again.
Lex raised an eyebrow at her.
“A friend of mine, Anika, once told me that when a guy goes into a girl’s bedroom and sees cuddly toys he can’t even get it up”, Chloe explained for her, only realising once she had said it that that was probably an unfeeling reference after the earlier incident.
“Nah, just send them out for a tea party”, Lex smiled, realising that she had just admitted that she was still a good girl – at least in the strictest sense of the word. He wished that it could always be like this between them, not that he didn’t enjoy arguing with her and seeing her getting all flushed. He sat down on the edge of the open boot so that he could face her as she continued her packing/unpacking/general rearranging. “So, are you going to tell me what is up with you or not?”
“What do you mean?” Chloe ceased her fiddling for a moment to give him her full attention.
“The mood swings”, Lex clarified.
“You seem to be having a few mood swings yourself, if that basketball game was anything to go by”, she pointed out. “Are you going to tell me what is going on with you?”
“I’m fine”, Lex stated simply, not knowing how to explain what had happened to him during that game.
“I’m fine too”, Chloe said.
“Well, I’m glad that we didn’t get that sorted out”, Lex ran his hand over the top of his head. It was getting hot and it would be time for sunscreen again soon. Anxious to avoid her taking it upon herself to help him again, Lex grabbed the bottle and began to cover himself with the liquid.
“I always think that repression is the best method of getting on with life”, Chloe tried to joke. She didn’t know what was going on with her at that moment or why her heart thumped in her chest when she saw that Lex was taking care of his skin.
“Really? I hadn’t noticed”, he teased handing the bottle to Chloe once he was done and standing up and pretending to survey the rows of cars so that he wouldn’t see her massaging it into her silky skin.
Only once he heard her putting the top back on and returning it to her bag did he dare to turn back around. He saw that she was finished with her packing and was now zipping her much lighter looking bag back up.
“So”, he started up the conversation again, “should we go and see if Clark has managed to conquer Lana’s heart yet?”
“Sure”, Chloe waited for him to close and lock the boot before they started back to the fete. She chewed her bottom lip, the way that she always did when she had something to say but didn’t know how to say it. He was just about to tell her to spit it out when, after a few paces, she asked. “You know Lana?”
“Yes”.
“She is so beautiful, so sweet, she is what every man wants. So why have you never tried to go out with her?” Chloe had to force herself to meet his eyes.
Lex stopped walking to look at her. “I … I don’t know. It honestly never occurred to me.”
“And now that I have put the idea into your head?”
“It still doesn’t”, he couldn’t say appeal as that would be too cruel, “occur to me”.
Chloe grinned.
“Not that I’m not happy to see that smile, but might I know what has caused it?” Lex wondered.
“Oh nothing!”
A/N: Was it nothing that caused the smile? What do you think?
lol you killed me with the line with my name in it!! It sounded as I was rudeNo, just kidding. But ya know, few teddy bears wouldn't probably matter, but a room full of them... well, that's a different thing ;p
Loved it. Can't wait till those idits realizes what they feel and... Chloe just agreed to a date? Humph. I hope LEx xwill follow her with that guy
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