Fic - Blank Verse (Chloe, Chloe/Lex) nc-17, 2/3

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Title: 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.

Maybe it’s too many cold winters in Gotham.

Maybe it’s too many years in her shoebox office, too many nights of TV dinners and crappy television shows. Maybe, Chloe thinks as Lex stares up at her with what she can only help but gleefully describe as stunned disbelief, that this is just good old fashioned revenge.

Revenge could be the motivating factor, the thing that pushed her over the edge, but it’s not, and she knows it. Chloe is not one for holding grudges – finds them pointless and waste of time now a-days. And sure, revenge is always nice to participate in, to deal out in healthy doses. Give as good as you get, her father always used to say, it’s the only way you’re ever going to get anywhere in life.

Chloe could sit there with Lex between her legs, staring at her like he’s not sure whether or not he believes her, and say that this is about revenge. That she hated Clark, hated her cousin for taking her dream job, her dream man, her dream everything. But it’s not the truth, it’s a lie, a good, well fabricated lie, but a lie nonetheless.

It all comes back to the fact that her and Lex aren’t as different as they lead themselves to believe. It all comes back to the fact that there is something ticking inside her with each passing moment, itching underneath her skin, pulling her in, over that proverbial cliff where there is no going back.

It was something that was touched on the moment she made a deal with Lionel, something that was sparked the moment she turned and made a deal with Lex. Something that was still there, was always going to be there, and truth be told, she kind of liked.

Chloe thinks there is a special circle in hell for people like her, and she kind of likes that, too.

She thinks Lex likes it as well, thinks he saw it in her long before she ever did. Chloe thinks Lex saw a little bit of himself in her that summer, a little more Luthor in her than what was to be allowed, and it scared him.

Carefully and with as much grace as she can manage she removes herself from his lap, “Interested?” she asks coyly, twirling that stand of hair between her fingers, watching him in amusement as he followed each and every movement with his eyes.

It takes him a moment, but he manages to sit up a little straighter, look a little less rumpled and a bit more professional. A quick glance over her shoulder towards the door and she considers going over to lock it. She wasn’t naïve, Chloe knew where this was going to end up, and she sure as hell doesn’t want that pompous looking secretary walking in. But she doesn’t move and kind of likes the thrill unlocked doors and big windows that looked over the Metropolis skyline gave her.

“How,” he began voice cool and just as silky as ever, “do I know that you’re telling the truth?”

Her backside hits the edge of his expensive glass desk and she wonders if they’ll end up there or back in the chair. Truthfully, she’s kind of partial to the chair, but it’ll work either way. “You don’t,” a careless shrug, a careless look, “but by the looks of it you really don’t have a choice.”

Another odd look, eyes roaming up the length of her body, curiosity laced on his handsome features.

“Are you really going to betray Clark like that? Betray Lois?”

Kiss bruised lips press into a straight line, eyes looking everywhere at him. Fuck Clark she wants to say, fuck him and fuck Lois because they’re nothing, and this right here, right now what’s between them, what has been between them, is more than all that. It’s better than all that.

Chloe doesn’t say that though, figures it would be too revealing, too much too soon. Too unlike her.

“This isn’t about Clark.”

And it’s not, Clark doesn’t even factor into this scenario. This was about winning.

Things were going to start getting real tough real soon, tougher than they had been for years, Lex knows it, she knows it, the whole world knows it. Battle lines are being drawn, and it is time choose your side.

Win or lose. Survival of the fittest.

Stick to your moral high ground, which she has found over the years is a rather dull choice, or play both sides a little bit. Be cunning, be deceitful, be ruthless but in the end stick to the side you know is going to be left standing in the end. Stick to the side you trusted, with people you trust.

Is she crazy? Absolutely. But, really, Chloe just liked to call herself realistic.

Lex raises his eyebrow in skepticism, standing as he does so. His shirt is gaping open, tie still around his neck and her fingers ache to slide along his smooth skin.

“What exactly do you want in return for this information?”

“Do you really want to talk terms right now?” Her own raised eyebrow is accompanied with a step closer. He takes a step closer as well, and if Chloe hadn’t already known the answer to her question, it wouldn’t matter because he answered it for her. “There was once a time,” Chloe starts, leaning back on the heels of her hands and almost immediately as the words came out of her mouth his hands were on her hips, pulling her closer. “Ah,” she gives him that predatory grin she learned from him and him alone. “There it is,” voice is light, almost whispery soft but he can hear her, gray eyes slamming into green ones and she revels in the hunger he has for her. “You never could resist me.”

A grin, slowly reaches his lips, that full blown, mega watt grin that she could count the number of times she’s seen on one hand. It made her shiver in delight with promise of things to come.

Lips tease lips gently, feathery light on her part, pulling away just before he can claim them as his own. He presses her back against the desk, hard, so hard she’s afraid it’s going to leave a mark, but she’s past the point of caring. There’s something raw, animalistic almost in his eyes, and she had forgotten how much she loved that, how much she craved that.

Talking is overrated anyway, and there is only so much time they have to do this so they go with it. It's been too long, and they both are so ravenous for each other, so needy for that feel of one another that everything around slips away. Why she came here wasn't important, the point was, she was there.

His long fingers finish the task he’d neglected before and finished with the buttons on her shirt, pushing it aside, hands running over her smooth skin. Over her navel, up to her ribs, tracing a line to her satin covered breasts. Chloe doesn’t touch him, keeps her hands firmly gripped around the edge of the desk, so tight her knuckles turn white. She wants to touch him, God does she ever. But she’ll wait, wait for him to ask, just like she knew he would.

In an oddly sexy, almost primal way he watches as he ran his hands over her voluptuous globes with refreshing haste. Lex kisses her then, hard, full, sensual, passionate. So many emotions put into one kiss and she’s thankful that he pulls her body closer because it saves her the problem of having to do it herself.

It seems like he’s taking his time, fingers trailing over skin smoothly with ease and skill. With every touch he’s branding her, which was a useless effort, because honestly, he’d done it years before and it never really faded. His mouth trails away from hers, down her neck, tonguing that particular spot that made her hips buck, and fingers tighten around the edge of the desk to keep herself from reaching out for him. He sucks her already hardened nipple through her bra, one hand thumbing the other breast, the other hand tight on her hips, squeezing, tightening.

Tongue trailing over the valley of her breasts, teeth biting the flesh, hard and she winces because she knows he is going to leave a mark. Knows he wants it to leave a mark. Hands leave her body and reach for her her own, releasing the sweaty palms from their grip and forcing them around his neck in one fluid motion. The loss of support sends her flying backwards, and in a haze of panic she reaches back out for the edge of the desk, hands fumbling and knocking her earlier discarded glass to the floor.

It shattered, but neither one of them cared. Skillful lips were back on hers, tasting, prodding, tongue meeting somewhere along the way deliciously. Her hands were back to gripping the desk, the sweaty palms occasionally slipping when he kissed her just the right way. Chloe was about to groan in frustration and say fuck it, reach out for him, when he said it.

“Touch me,” irritation laced in his words that were said against her lips, “For god sakes do something.”

Her heart starts beating faster, and Chloe slides her arms around his neck, pulling herself up to make sure she didn’t go flying backwards once again. The smuggest, pleased smile graces her lips as she pulled him closer, ran her hands over the nape of his neck and kissed him that way. The way he needed to be kissed, long and passionate full of admiration and desire, with nips of lip between teeth, and just closeness.

Fingers work at his tie, pulling it off and tossing it to the side, and she slips the jacket over his shoulders the same moment he goes to do the same to hers. There’s a brief, awkward moment with silly smiles, and shinning eyes, and eventually the matching black coats are thrown to the side and the kisses resume. Harder this time, more of a fight for control because he’s dishing it out the best he can, pushing her skirt up farther than it had been in ages, and rubbing his hands up and down her thighs in such a particular way.

Legs go around his waist drawing him in-between her legs, rubbing against him intimately, groaning when he repeated the process himself. Lex tears his lips away from hers and she gasps for breath, actually felt like she literally had none left. The touch of his lips to her stomach, the feel of his fingers bunching her skirt further up barely registers in her mind. Once Chloe has finally regained her breath she looses it again in an instant at the feel of his tongue on her inner thighs.

How could she have forgotten how good he is at this? How fucking amazing his lips felt on her everywhere, anywhere?

Lacy panties that match her bra slide down her legs and get discarded somewhere in the process. His tongue is back where she wants it the most, and at the first touch her jaw falls open, wide open, the stupidest, most embarrassing sound erupting from her throat.

“Good?” he asks against her flesh, the heat from his breath causing her to close her eyes intently.

“Faster,” she rasps out, moving her hands to grip something, anything. “Jesus…” she gasped, throwing her head back, arms losing their grip and sliding, her elbows catching her from falling flush against the desk.

Green eyes opened slowly, watching through hooded eyes at the sight before. Lex between her legs, carrying her over the edge faster than any other man she’s ever known. Her legs hook themselves around his shoulders. His hands holding her waist still when she went to move her hips. It doesn’t matter, she’s there with or without the movement. And before she knows it she's screaming his name, reaching for anything, finding pieces of paper and crumbling them between her fingers.

“Fuck, Lex,” she gritted out as he moved her thighs apart, wasting no time to slip between them. Lips find lips and he steals her breath away, literally, and the fact that she can taste herself on his lips elicits a moan from her which he willfully swallowed.

Lex runs hands up her waist, over her stomach, and she barely catches him frown in the process. She doesn’t have time to think about what that means, just reaches blindly for his slacks, undoing the belt buckle, the zipper and pushing them down using the heel of her stilettos in the process to help push them down.

Having served their purpose, the shoes come off next, kicked off to the side. “You're too skinny,” he says softly, tracing her rib gingerly, tentatively so much in fact that it makes her uneasy. She squirms under his gaze restlessly, closes her eyes when he tries to meet them.

“Pretend I’m someone else then,” Chloe replies, sort of breathless, hoping to God he doesn’t take her words literally. “I don’t honestly fucking care,” another gasp as he pushes himself against her, “just get the fuck on with it already.”

Patience was never one of her greatest attributes, but he already knew that.

A condom appears out of nowhere, she isn’t sure where he got it and doesn’t have time to think about it, just takes it from him hastily. Rips it open with her teeth in a move she’d started with him, and managed to perfect after him. Slides the condom on in a liquid stroke, watching the reaction the movement had on Lex with a delicious grin.

God had she missed this.

He doesn’t ask if she’s ready, if she’s sure. Truth is she doesn’t fucking care, just submits for a moment and lets him guide her hips in a frantic movement. Lips meet lips almost as frantically as their hips are, and she’s clawing at his shirt, cursing herself for not taking it off earlier. Lex releases the harsh grip he has on her hips so he can shrug out of the shirt without tearing his lips away from hers. Contact is a necessity between them, a must. It always had been.

They’re older than they used to be, haven’t done this in years, but they still remember. The regain the perfect rhythm from all those years ago, kiss in the spots that lead to the beginning of the end. Lex adjusts her legs around his hips, pushing them higher knowing she liked it just as much as he did.

Hands glide over his perfectly smooth skin, feel the ripples in his muscles with every movement he makes. He’s wonderfully defined it all the right places, and eventually she has to tear her lips away because it’s just too much.

“How?”

Confusion crosses her beautiful features, eyebrows raised and then narrowed. He wants to talk about this now? While he’s fucking her senseless? A groan that had nothing to do with pleasure tears from her lips softly, “Kryptonite…” she can’t continue because she ends up panting harshly for air. Chloe pulled him closer to her, rolled her hips so he hit that spot, bit down on his shoulder in a fit of passion when he adjusts his position so he can hit it again.

“Why…” Lex seems just as out of breath too, like he’s about to collapse from exhaustion, and the look of concentration on his face tells her that possibly they’re only having this conversation as a distraction, because he’s waiting for her. Her heart swells against her wishes at the thought. “Why …me?”

She could lie, probably would have if he were anyone else. Honesty isn’t really a number one priority in her book anymore. But in that moment, with him looking at her the way he was, like she was the only thing in his world, she couldn’t help but think better of it. Couldn’t think of a plausible lie even if she tried.

Chloe pressed a kiss to his lips only to miss and hit his chin clumsily. She moved back, placed one on his lips once again, lingering longer than needed. “Trust…” Chloe is beyond forming coherent sentences. The constant need swirling in her belly that ran through her entire body swarmed her senses and she forced her eyes closed for a brief moment. Couldn’t bare to look at his beautiful face watching her so contently. “You,” she choked out at least, even though Lex seemed like he understood what she meant beforehand

And Chloe did trust him, despite herself, despite everything she’s ever been told, everything she’s ever learned, she trusts Lex. Trusts him more than she thinks she’ll ever trust anyone else.

Nails drag down has back, hard, breaking the skin, leaving a mark just because she wanted him to be branded too when they walk away from this. A lit bit to remember her by, she thinks wickedly.

“So goddamn beautiful,” he whispers before claiming her lips, hand reaching between them and flicking a finger over that sensitive nub in a movement almost every single other guy she’d ever been with forgot. And it's just the right amount of pressure because it sends her right over that edge.

Chloe tears her lips away, arches her back, and tosses her head back as well, more because of the fact that she couldn't keep it up right than anythign else. His name is shouted in a keening cry as she comes, moaning when he takes her lips once more, swallowing her moans. He’s there too, and she feels the body rippling orgasm flow through him as a long, gutteral moan rips from his lips. Chloe tastes every single one on her tongue frantically.

Heaving breathes, sweaty clothes, tight embraces, both of them trying to catch their breaths. Lex leaves wet kisses on her skin, and the moment he moves away she stumbles but manages to catch herself before she falls backwards for the third time. Her bones are full of liquid sedation, and she know it is going to be a trial just to get them to move.

Lex grins that grin again, and the familiar ache starts back up. A delicious dirty feeling rushes through her as she watches him dispose of the condom and fix his pants. They don’t talk, neither have the energy too, and don’t know exactly what to say. Lex slides her shoes on to her feet as she re-buttons her shirt and Chloe manages to slide off the desk in an easy fluid movement, yanking her skirt down in the process.

The silence that fills the office as they both find their discarded articles of clothing tells her that maybe this wasn’t the brightest idea on earth. But she pushed thought away because if she really got to thinking about it she’d find that she’s had a lot of ideas when it came to the man across from her that weren’t the brightest on earth.

“Can you do lunch?”

He sounds oddly hopefully, or maybe it’s just her imagination. Her mind is too foggy to decipher between the two so she plays it safe. “Why?” she asks shakily as she slides into her jacket, and stuffs the discarded pair of underwear into the pocket. Lex is behind her, she can feel him, doesn’t have to turn to know he’s there. “Maybe we should just take this for what it is.”

“And what is that exactly?” Lex asks, his breath teasing her, hot on her ear as he smoothes the wrinkles in her skirt, and attempts to tuck her shirt in the best he can. Having Lex invade your space like the way he was should be a sin she decides. Nothing should feel that damn good.

“Whatever you want it to be,” Chloe shrugs. The comment is just the right amount of teasing, just the right amount of hint. It puts the ball in his court and she already finds herself wondering what he’s going to do.

Lex turns away from her, lifting his arm to glance at his watch. The stiffness in his shoulders has returned, and while no normal person could figure out what the meant, she did. Easily too. “Better off this way, I suppose,” he shrugged, picking up his discarded tie and slipping it over his head.

The lovely secretary from hell knocks at that exact moment, dipping her head in, avoiding eye contact as she reminded Lex of his two o’clock.

“Gotham isn’t as far away as you think it is,” Chloe says despite herself, in a moment of weakness, as she buttons the two buttons of her suit jacket. Two satisfying orgasms in a row tended to do that to a person.

“And Metropolis isn’t as far as you think it is either,” Lex’s pointed glare makes her flush crimson and a sigh escapes her dry lips. Unconsciously she licks them and swears she can still taste him.

Chloe reaches into her pocket and extracts a small manila envelope. “Give me a call when you want,” she lays it on his cluttered desk, on top of a couple wrinkled papers. It makes her smile that he’s going to have a reminder of this whether he wants it or not. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

There are no goodbyes; nothing else is said. Lex just watches as she makes her way towards the door with the same confident strides she’d had when she’d entered. That balls in his court, and maybe it’s wishful thinking or maybe it’s just gut instinct, but Chloe knows he’ll call. There’s something between them, an underlying current that connects them to one another. It’s easy to push that to the side when physical face-to-face contact wasn’t involved. But as soon as it got thrown into the mix, they were back to playing that same game. That game they played that summer.

It’s the final, blank verse in the song of their intertwined lives that’s waiting to be written. Has been neglected for all these years. Lex will call because he’s just as desperate to have it written as she is.

Besides, he had said once, right before she drifted off to sleep, that Chloe Sullivan-Luthor had a nice ring to it, And personally, she had to agree.

And, honestly, she had always wondered what it would be like to rule the world.