When You Look At Me That Way
Disclaimer: I own nothing, blah, blah, blah, disclaimercakes. The first two verses of the song ('Please Forgive Me') belong to the lovely David Gray.
Author's Note: I heard this song and said, 'That's totally ChLexy! I need to write a fluff story!' So, here it is.
Dedication: This is for Mar because, in return, she's making me a pretty avie. Woo!
Summary: Lex and Chloe say 'goodnight' after their first date.
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**Please forgive me
If I act a little strange
For I know not what I do
Feels like lightning
Running through my veins
Everytime I look at you
Help me out here
All my words
Are falling short
And there's so much
I want to say, want to tell you
Just how good it feels
When you look at me that way**
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They'd had dinner at a fancy, upscale restaurant in Metropolis, and Chloe knew they'd eaten clams with a side of caviar. She just couldn't remember what the food tasted like, or even if she'd enjoyed it; all she could focus on was the man sitting across from her.
It had taken Lex months to ask her out; their friendship had grown following the Nicodemus incident (they'd had countless discussions --and snark sessions-- over coffee since then) but he didn't realize he had a thing for her until some time later. It wasn't a crush, it certainly wasn't love...he just liked her tremendously.
Chloe had been skeptical about pursuing a relationship with him; he was, after all a few years older AND her father's boss. But, then, she decided that it wouldn't hurt, since Clark was basically ignoring her. Even snarky reporters get lonely sometimes.
"Good night, Chloe," Lex said simply, when they reached her front door.
The porch light offered the only illumination; it set off his purple and black ensemble, and made him even more attractive. "Good night, Mister Luthor," she returned, longing to get out of her khaki shirt and red top, and into pajamas.
Her companion smirked, and rocked on his heels. "This was a *date*; you're allowed to call me 'Lex'."
She smirked in return, crossing her arms over her chest. "Fantastic; thanks so much for your permission, Mister Luthor. Really, I was so worried before." To emphasize her statement, she threw an arm across her forehead in a mock despair.
Grinning despite himself, Lex grasped her other hand in his. He kissed it, then didn't move his lips when her bright eyes met his quizzically. Her head tilted to the side, her blonde curls falling across her forehead, and the corners of her lips quirked in a slight smile. Lex sucked in a breath; she was gorgeous, and it baffled him that neither she nor the rest of the male population had no idea. He was, in fact, tingling all over from her close proximity; he could smell her (coffee, strawberries, vanilla) and it drove him crazy.
Her eyes clouded with something resembling fear, but then she licked her lips (his heart pounded) and moved closer to him. "Lex," she said bluntly, her tone not changing, even when she said his name, "if you don't kiss me in the next three seconds, I'm going to kiss you; the only reason why I'm telling you all this is because if you're the kind of guy who likes making the first move, now is the time..." She was babbling, and she feared she wouldn't be able to stop.
He let her hand drop from his mouth. In one swift motion, he grabbed her around the waist and yanked her to him fiercely. In contrast, their kiss was tentative and gentle; as close as they'd become, the dating thing was new to them both. (Since Lex wasn't the kind of man who typically took girls he actually liked out to dinner...)
Her hands clenched his upper arms while she responded to his light kiss. Her lips parted after a beat, but he took his time accepting her invitation; he vowed he wouldn't rush things.
Then, as soon as it began, it stopped. She moved away from him, her eyes then filled with longing and respect and what looked like desire. "Good night, Lex," she said in a hushed, awed tone of voice that seemed unusual coming from her lips.
"Good night, Chloe. I hope we can do this again," he returned softly, sticking his hands in his pockets. Words were on the tip of his tongue (among them, 'you're the most amazing girl I've ever met') but he swallowed them; there were better times for such clichés.
"Maybe we will." She ended her casual statement with a wink, letting him know that she couldn't wait to see him again.
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