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abvjTitle: Blank Verse
Summary: Give as good as you get, her father always used to say, it's the only way you're going to get anywhere in life. Chloe has some answers that Lex has been wanting for years.
Rating: nc-17 (Language, Sexual situations)
Author's Notes: This is a little old, but I'm editing and reposting it in three different parts. Part 1, Part 2, and an epilogue as they're finished. This was written once upon a time when I believed Chloe and Lex were getting down and dirty behind the scenes post season three. Future fic. A definiing moment challenge fic for Lex Luthor. All mistakes are mine. These characters, however, are most definitely not. Enjoy! Feedback is a lovely, lovely thing.
She’s chosen a black suit today. The darkness of the jacket providing a stark contrast to the pristine white of her silk blouse. Her pencil skirt, tight in all the right places, drops above her knees at a considerable height. Short enough to hike up, long enough not to receive too many lengthy, suggestive looks. Easy access, she thinks with a grin on her lips, the sunglasses she wore shielding the mischief in her eyes.
Cool, confident strides carry her towards her destination, eyes trailing indiscreetly over her surroundings.
Sleek, impersonal, and reeked of money.
Chloe wonders if everything in Lex’s life smelt the way he did.
The official looking assistant, young and beautiful, with long brown hair and pale lipstick takes notice of her first. Chloe doesn’t care, isn’t for formalities, isn’t for anything these days. Except for maybe winning. Which she plans to do. Today.
“I’m sorry, Miss…”
One of her sloppily fingernail painted hands waves in dismissal, the sunglasses, expensive but worn, slipping down her nose as she glared. Glared that glare, that glare that gave the person reason to shut up, said she was in charge, was taking charge.
“You really need better help.” Her grin was cold, unfeeling, and held a tone to match. Actual genuine surprise passes over his features, and she laughs at the sight of it. “You look surprised to see me.”
“That’s an understatement.”
She gives him this one.
She never thought she’d see him again either. Not after she connected the dots and found out that exactly five minutes before she lost her job at the Daily Planet, that job she’d worked her entire life to get to, Perry White received a phone call from Luthor Corp.
Bitter resentment is thick on her tongue at the memory, too many years of writing for the Gotham Globe, a great newspaper but a far cry from the Daily Planet, passing through her mind. Gotham was cold and gloomy. The sun barely ever shined, and the crime rate was at it’s all time high. Not the kind of place you want to live.
But hey, when your life is thrown in a tailspin by a Luthor and ends up hitting the ground and shattering into a million pieces, Chloe supposed you took whatever you could salvage and ran with it.
“No hello for an old friend?”
“I wouldn’t exactly call us friends, Miss Sullivan.”
Tremors run up her spine in a way she hadn’t felt since she was fifteen, shy, incredibly in love with Clark Kent, and met Lex Luthor at the offices of The Torch. Tremors she hadn’t felt since that summer. Only it hadn’t been Miss Sullivan then, it had been Chloe, and it was in very, very different tone under very different circumstances.
“We were once,” her tone is light, airy and she walks over to his bar and pours herself some brandy. She’s never liked the stuff much, doesn’t know how he can drink it after his father tried to poison him with it, but she acquires a taste every so often. “Or was that just my imagination?”
The raised eyebrow, the taunt, is barely seen from underneath her sunglasses.
Lex doesn’t answer, Chloe knew he wasn’t going to, so she took a couple more long, luxurious strides over to the chair that sat in front of his desk. Took a long sip of her Brandy before setting it to the side. A gentle hum escapes her lips as she props her legs up on his glass desk.
Just enough leg showing for temptation. A taunt, a challenge. One that she knew he’d respond to soon enough.
Lex Luthor never backed down from a challenge. She knew from experience.
“I never,” a pregnant pause, a long look at the length of her legs, then up to the skin she’s showing of her chest underneath the buttons that were carelessly left undone. “I never knew you as well as you thought I did.”
A nod of acceptance, of understanding, then that graceful, small smile. “You did. You just never cared.”
That catches him off guard, and she reaches for her brandy absently, not bothering to watch as he masks his face. It was a wasted effort on his part. She didn’t care. Chloe knew how to get what she wanted from Lex and was willing to do what she had to do to get it. Knew what to do to get it.
Chloe never backed down from a challenge either.
Especially not one set by Lex Luthor.
“Did you come here to take a stroll down memory lane?”
A gentle, one shouldered shrug, “Not exactly, no.”
“Then why are you here?”
It’s his business tone, tiptoeing on the edge of informal. It is un-Luthorlike in every sense, anxious. Like he has been wanting to ask her that question since she’d walked in the door. It was a pretty safe bet he did, pretty good bet that he didn’t want her there either. But he hasn’t called security yet, hasn’t told her to get out, so she figures her chances of getting just exactly what she wants is improving.
“I remember a time,” Chloe begins easily, grabbing the glass of Brandy as she stood, moving in long, liquid steps around his desk. A move she knows no one else has ever made before. No one dared to cross into Lex Luthor’s personal space. If he wanted to fuck a woman in his office he came to her, everything was on his terms. Women accepted that. Every woman except Chloe Sullivan anyway. “When there wasn’t so much tension between us.”
Lex must recognize what she’s doing, catches her in the act, leans back in his chair carelessly, away from her. So carelessly in fact it looked like any extra weight would tip the expensive leather chair over. She wants to test that theory, but not yet.
A long sip of brandy, then another, and she finishes the entire drink and sets the glass aside. The sound of the tossing of her sunglasses to the desk behind her breaks the silence of the room. She steps closer, the fact that she’s standing and he’s not, and the heels she’s wearing, gives her a definite edge. Gives her the upper hand. What surprises her is that he allows this.
“Did you come here for a quick office fuck?” Bitter words from such sophisticated lips. She loves it, shivers at the sound of it.
“If I did,” a pause accompanied with a step closer, so close now that her knees were touching his. “Am I going to get what I want?”
“Is it what you want?”
His hands are itching at his sides, itching to move, to reach out for her. Another weakness he’s letting himself show. Either he’s grown a little soft or she just had that sort of effect on him. Chloe likes to think it was the latter, but doesn’t let herself fully believe it either.
“Possibly,” voice like gravel, low and seductive, echoes throughout the office. It does him in, she guesses. His hands, calloused and oh so skillful reaching for her hips, tightening in an excruciating way. Lex kept the same hold, even as his hands traveled up in a sensual movement that sent her nerve endings on fire.
Lex pulls her forward, her knees bending unconsciously, both of hers settling next to his. She doesn’t sit, just stays raised on her knees, hands at her sides. If he wanted her, he’d show her.
And he did, slowly pulled her hips towards his, her chest flush against his own. Her arms still remained at her sides, watching as his eyes traveled the contours of her face, the freckles around her nose, the slope of her cheekbones. Chloe knows she is probably one of the few blondes Lex had ever had in his bed and some nights she lets herself believe she was the only one that ever mattered.
But memory lane was often boring, and left her sad and sometimes, when Lex as involved, rather angry with herself for things she can’t change, so she pushes those thoughts aside.
His hands leave her hip, travel up, tracing a line up her neck, over her cheek. Lex had always paid careful attention to her neck, always kissed her in that spot just behind her ear, on the soft skin between her jaw and neck bone. His finger finds that familiar spot where her shoulder meets her neck, the calloused finger rubs against smooth skin and in an involuntary reaction she moans.
Chloe feels, between her thighs, just how big of effect she does have on him.
It’s not a surprise, Chloe had always elicited that sort of reaction from Lex. That summer, the summer she spent in hiding, she could have him breathing hot and heavy, hot and heavy for her at the drop of a hat.
A finger twirled around a very specific strand of hair. The same piece of hair he had always played with, always found itself between his fingers. It’s a little darker than before, a little longer, but he finds it easily.
It’s amazing that she’s already hot for him, and he’s already hard for her and they haven’t even kissed yet.
Chloe had become addicted to Lex that summer, to his taste, his touch, to having him near her. And just like any addiction, she had never really rid herself of it. Figured she never fully would. It was okay by her, years of wanton desire and pent up sexual frustration for a man she hoped gave her a second thought made moments like these all the more better. Made it worth it.
“Do you want me to kiss you Chloe?” her name from his lips is music to her ears, is delicious and alluring and makes her body scream yes, fuck yes. But she says nothing, waits for him, waits for him to do what he wants.
All or nothing baby, that’s what he taught her that summer.
Right before he swallowed her whole and spit her out.
It’s okay, though. She doesn’t hold grudges – about this anyway. She used him just as much as he used her that summer. Used him to forget Clark, to forget Smallville, to forget her father who was God knows where, miserable because of her. To forget her mistakes.
It was a game and they both played it well. He just got the upper hand at exactly the right moment, caught her off guard, and by the time she realized it, it was too late. The game was over. She’d lost.
Lex’s lips are on hers suddenly, with great pressure, and they’re playing a new game now. With higher stakes, and more emotion. His hands are everywhere at once, stalling for a minute on her silk blouse, releasing the buttons from their holes and slipping inside. Hers stayed, clenched into the leather on either side of his head, giving her leverage, keeping them steady. The last thing she wanted was to fall into a heap on the floor.
“So this is what you came here for?” his voice is husky and thick with raw desire as he fumbles with her breast inside her half unbuttoned shirt. His lips are teasing hers, tongue darting out to taste them every so often, and every so often she’d match his with her own, drawing him in.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” she growls, yes, actually growls as she attacks his mouth, lifting her hips and grinding them down. Chloe swallows his moan, repeats the action, moans a little herself.
Her jacket is still on, one of her shoes is falling off her foot, and the temperature in the room raised about twenty degrees in the past five minutes. Chloe kisses him again, full, hard on the mouth. She’s never really forgotten how good of a kisser he is, but it takes a few practices to remember just how perfect they are together.
Nimble fingers work at his tie, loosening it enough to unbutton the top button, then proceed to work on the following ones. It’s easier said than done and she struggles for a little bit, she’s just about finished the last three when he tears his mouth away, gasping for much needed breath. Chloe doesn’t wait for him to regain his breathing, just attacks his mouth once more. Groans when he pulls away completely, stilling her hands with his own.
“Why are you here?”
A long stream of obscenities run through her mind as she reaches up a hand and runs it over her flushed face. Truth is, this wasn’t why she came here, it’s just an added bonus Chloe knew she’d receive. Lex couldn’t resist her, she challenged him, baited him, could fuck him until his toes were curled just as much as hers were.
Lex likes women who can give as good as they got. And Chloe definitely fulfills the task. Even back then, back in Smallville.
But, it isn’t the reason she came here.
The tiniest, most seductive kiss she could muster at the corner of his mouth, “I have something you want.”
Her voice wasn’t flirtatious, wasn’t seductive like her kiss, it was as serious as it could be.
At his perfectly arched brow in question, she continued. Said what she came to say in a voice as clear as day.
“It’s the answer to a question you’ve been asking yourself for years, Lex.”
Another raised eyebrow, another gasp as she ground herself against him shamelessly in search of friction he selfishly wasn’t giving her.
“I know how to kill Superman.”
Summary: Give as good as you get, her father always used to say, it's the only way you're going to get anywhere in life. Chloe has some answers that Lex has been wanting for years.
Rating: nc-17 (Language, Sexual situations)
Author's Notes: This is a little old, but I'm editing and reposting it in three different parts. Part 1, Part 2, and an epilogue as they're finished. This was written once upon a time when I believed Chloe and Lex were getting down and dirty behind the scenes post season three. Future fic. A definiing moment challenge fic for Lex Luthor. All mistakes are mine. These characters, however, are most definitely not. Enjoy! Feedback is a lovely, lovely thing.
She’s chosen a black suit today. The darkness of the jacket providing a stark contrast to the pristine white of her silk blouse. Her pencil skirt, tight in all the right places, drops above her knees at a considerable height. Short enough to hike up, long enough not to receive too many lengthy, suggestive looks. Easy access, she thinks with a grin on her lips, the sunglasses she wore shielding the mischief in her eyes.
Cool, confident strides carry her towards her destination, eyes trailing indiscreetly over her surroundings.
Sleek, impersonal, and reeked of money.
Chloe wonders if everything in Lex’s life smelt the way he did.
The official looking assistant, young and beautiful, with long brown hair and pale lipstick takes notice of her first. Chloe doesn’t care, isn’t for formalities, isn’t for anything these days. Except for maybe winning. Which she plans to do. Today.
“I’m sorry, Miss…”
One of her sloppily fingernail painted hands waves in dismissal, the sunglasses, expensive but worn, slipping down her nose as she glared. Glared that glare, that glare that gave the person reason to shut up, said she was in charge, was taking charge.
“You really need better help.” Her grin was cold, unfeeling, and held a tone to match. Actual genuine surprise passes over his features, and she laughs at the sight of it. “You look surprised to see me.”
“That’s an understatement.”
She gives him this one.
She never thought she’d see him again either. Not after she connected the dots and found out that exactly five minutes before she lost her job at the Daily Planet, that job she’d worked her entire life to get to, Perry White received a phone call from Luthor Corp.
Bitter resentment is thick on her tongue at the memory, too many years of writing for the Gotham Globe, a great newspaper but a far cry from the Daily Planet, passing through her mind. Gotham was cold and gloomy. The sun barely ever shined, and the crime rate was at it’s all time high. Not the kind of place you want to live.
But hey, when your life is thrown in a tailspin by a Luthor and ends up hitting the ground and shattering into a million pieces, Chloe supposed you took whatever you could salvage and ran with it.
“No hello for an old friend?”
“I wouldn’t exactly call us friends, Miss Sullivan.”
Tremors run up her spine in a way she hadn’t felt since she was fifteen, shy, incredibly in love with Clark Kent, and met Lex Luthor at the offices of The Torch. Tremors she hadn’t felt since that summer. Only it hadn’t been Miss Sullivan then, it had been Chloe, and it was in very, very different tone under very different circumstances.
“We were once,” her tone is light, airy and she walks over to his bar and pours herself some brandy. She’s never liked the stuff much, doesn’t know how he can drink it after his father tried to poison him with it, but she acquires a taste every so often. “Or was that just my imagination?”
The raised eyebrow, the taunt, is barely seen from underneath her sunglasses.
Lex doesn’t answer, Chloe knew he wasn’t going to, so she took a couple more long, luxurious strides over to the chair that sat in front of his desk. Took a long sip of her Brandy before setting it to the side. A gentle hum escapes her lips as she props her legs up on his glass desk.
Just enough leg showing for temptation. A taunt, a challenge. One that she knew he’d respond to soon enough.
Lex Luthor never backed down from a challenge. She knew from experience.
“I never,” a pregnant pause, a long look at the length of her legs, then up to the skin she’s showing of her chest underneath the buttons that were carelessly left undone. “I never knew you as well as you thought I did.”
A nod of acceptance, of understanding, then that graceful, small smile. “You did. You just never cared.”
That catches him off guard, and she reaches for her brandy absently, not bothering to watch as he masks his face. It was a wasted effort on his part. She didn’t care. Chloe knew how to get what she wanted from Lex and was willing to do what she had to do to get it. Knew what to do to get it.
Chloe never backed down from a challenge either.
Especially not one set by Lex Luthor.
“Did you come here to take a stroll down memory lane?”
A gentle, one shouldered shrug, “Not exactly, no.”
“Then why are you here?”
It’s his business tone, tiptoeing on the edge of informal. It is un-Luthorlike in every sense, anxious. Like he has been wanting to ask her that question since she’d walked in the door. It was a pretty safe bet he did, pretty good bet that he didn’t want her there either. But he hasn’t called security yet, hasn’t told her to get out, so she figures her chances of getting just exactly what she wants is improving.
“I remember a time,” Chloe begins easily, grabbing the glass of Brandy as she stood, moving in long, liquid steps around his desk. A move she knows no one else has ever made before. No one dared to cross into Lex Luthor’s personal space. If he wanted to fuck a woman in his office he came to her, everything was on his terms. Women accepted that. Every woman except Chloe Sullivan anyway. “When there wasn’t so much tension between us.”
Lex must recognize what she’s doing, catches her in the act, leans back in his chair carelessly, away from her. So carelessly in fact it looked like any extra weight would tip the expensive leather chair over. She wants to test that theory, but not yet.
A long sip of brandy, then another, and she finishes the entire drink and sets the glass aside. The sound of the tossing of her sunglasses to the desk behind her breaks the silence of the room. She steps closer, the fact that she’s standing and he’s not, and the heels she’s wearing, gives her a definite edge. Gives her the upper hand. What surprises her is that he allows this.
“Did you come here for a quick office fuck?” Bitter words from such sophisticated lips. She loves it, shivers at the sound of it.
“If I did,” a pause accompanied with a step closer, so close now that her knees were touching his. “Am I going to get what I want?”
“Is it what you want?”
His hands are itching at his sides, itching to move, to reach out for her. Another weakness he’s letting himself show. Either he’s grown a little soft or she just had that sort of effect on him. Chloe likes to think it was the latter, but doesn’t let herself fully believe it either.
“Possibly,” voice like gravel, low and seductive, echoes throughout the office. It does him in, she guesses. His hands, calloused and oh so skillful reaching for her hips, tightening in an excruciating way. Lex kept the same hold, even as his hands traveled up in a sensual movement that sent her nerve endings on fire.
Lex pulls her forward, her knees bending unconsciously, both of hers settling next to his. She doesn’t sit, just stays raised on her knees, hands at her sides. If he wanted her, he’d show her.
And he did, slowly pulled her hips towards his, her chest flush against his own. Her arms still remained at her sides, watching as his eyes traveled the contours of her face, the freckles around her nose, the slope of her cheekbones. Chloe knows she is probably one of the few blondes Lex had ever had in his bed and some nights she lets herself believe she was the only one that ever mattered.
But memory lane was often boring, and left her sad and sometimes, when Lex as involved, rather angry with herself for things she can’t change, so she pushes those thoughts aside.
His hands leave her hip, travel up, tracing a line up her neck, over her cheek. Lex had always paid careful attention to her neck, always kissed her in that spot just behind her ear, on the soft skin between her jaw and neck bone. His finger finds that familiar spot where her shoulder meets her neck, the calloused finger rubs against smooth skin and in an involuntary reaction she moans.
Chloe feels, between her thighs, just how big of effect she does have on him.
It’s not a surprise, Chloe had always elicited that sort of reaction from Lex. That summer, the summer she spent in hiding, she could have him breathing hot and heavy, hot and heavy for her at the drop of a hat.
A finger twirled around a very specific strand of hair. The same piece of hair he had always played with, always found itself between his fingers. It’s a little darker than before, a little longer, but he finds it easily.
It’s amazing that she’s already hot for him, and he’s already hard for her and they haven’t even kissed yet.
Chloe had become addicted to Lex that summer, to his taste, his touch, to having him near her. And just like any addiction, she had never really rid herself of it. Figured she never fully would. It was okay by her, years of wanton desire and pent up sexual frustration for a man she hoped gave her a second thought made moments like these all the more better. Made it worth it.
“Do you want me to kiss you Chloe?” her name from his lips is music to her ears, is delicious and alluring and makes her body scream yes, fuck yes. But she says nothing, waits for him, waits for him to do what he wants.
All or nothing baby, that’s what he taught her that summer.
Right before he swallowed her whole and spit her out.
It’s okay, though. She doesn’t hold grudges – about this anyway. She used him just as much as he used her that summer. Used him to forget Clark, to forget Smallville, to forget her father who was God knows where, miserable because of her. To forget her mistakes.
It was a game and they both played it well. He just got the upper hand at exactly the right moment, caught her off guard, and by the time she realized it, it was too late. The game was over. She’d lost.
Lex’s lips are on hers suddenly, with great pressure, and they’re playing a new game now. With higher stakes, and more emotion. His hands are everywhere at once, stalling for a minute on her silk blouse, releasing the buttons from their holes and slipping inside. Hers stayed, clenched into the leather on either side of his head, giving her leverage, keeping them steady. The last thing she wanted was to fall into a heap on the floor.
“So this is what you came here for?” his voice is husky and thick with raw desire as he fumbles with her breast inside her half unbuttoned shirt. His lips are teasing hers, tongue darting out to taste them every so often, and every so often she’d match his with her own, drawing him in.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” she growls, yes, actually growls as she attacks his mouth, lifting her hips and grinding them down. Chloe swallows his moan, repeats the action, moans a little herself.
Her jacket is still on, one of her shoes is falling off her foot, and the temperature in the room raised about twenty degrees in the past five minutes. Chloe kisses him again, full, hard on the mouth. She’s never really forgotten how good of a kisser he is, but it takes a few practices to remember just how perfect they are together.
Nimble fingers work at his tie, loosening it enough to unbutton the top button, then proceed to work on the following ones. It’s easier said than done and she struggles for a little bit, she’s just about finished the last three when he tears his mouth away, gasping for much needed breath. Chloe doesn’t wait for him to regain his breathing, just attacks his mouth once more. Groans when he pulls away completely, stilling her hands with his own.
“Why are you here?”
A long stream of obscenities run through her mind as she reaches up a hand and runs it over her flushed face. Truth is, this wasn’t why she came here, it’s just an added bonus Chloe knew she’d receive. Lex couldn’t resist her, she challenged him, baited him, could fuck him until his toes were curled just as much as hers were.
Lex likes women who can give as good as they got. And Chloe definitely fulfills the task. Even back then, back in Smallville.
But, it isn’t the reason she came here.
The tiniest, most seductive kiss she could muster at the corner of his mouth, “I have something you want.”
Her voice wasn’t flirtatious, wasn’t seductive like her kiss, it was as serious as it could be.
At his perfectly arched brow in question, she continued. Said what she came to say in a voice as clear as day.
“It’s the answer to a question you’ve been asking yourself for years, Lex.”
Another raised eyebrow, another gasp as she ground herself against him shamelessly in search of friction he selfishly wasn’t giving her.
“I know how to kill Superman.”
