Rating: PG, I suppose
Disclaimer: Everything but the plot belongs to someone other than me.
Author's Note: My first dialogue-only fic; if it's liked, I might make it a series.
Pillow Talk
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"Lex, what would my father say?"
"About what, my dear?"
"About you sending him on a business trip just so you can sleep with his daughter."
"Stop smirking, Miss Sullivan; I'm appalled that you would suggest my motives for sending my assistant manager away for the weekend are anything but purely selfless and entirely noble!"
"Selfless and noble...that's you in a nutshell."
"I'm hurt."
"Don't pout; you really are a pathetic dork."
"But I'm a *sexy* pathetic dork."
"No one will ever accuse you of being in denial about your physical attractiveness."
"Hardee bloody har har."
"Eek! Stop...tickling...me, Lex!"
"No."
"Yes!"
"Will you kiss me if I do?"
"Yes, anything; just STOP! I'm...going to hyperventilate...you know how ticklish I am!"
"Fine. You're awfully cute when your face is all red like that."
"Wasn't I supposed to kiss you?"
"Maybe."
"I forgive you for tickling me. When you kiss me like you just did, I'll forgive you for anything. Mmm."
"You're really beautiful, you know."
"Uh oh, he's using that tone of voice again; soon he'll start quoting Shakespearean sonnets!"
"Excuse me for wanting to be sweet to you, dear."
"If you think flattery is going to convince me to repeat what we just did...then you're right."
"I'm once again appalled that you would think such a thing of me."
"Oh, screw you, Luthor."
"Okay."
"Don't give me that bloody look."
"A thousand heartfelt apologizes, Chloe."
"You never call me that."
"Sure I do; all the time. Would you rather I stick to the more formal, 'Miss Sullivan'? I thought you hated that."
"I do. I just...never mind."
"What is it? You look upset all of a sudden."
"Nothing; I'm just being pathetic and paranoid."
"I want you to tell me what's troubling you; we Luthors always get what we want."
"Well, gee, when you smile at me like that, who am I to say 'no'? I just want to know...where this is going. Don't get me wrong, I love lying around in this disgustingly huge bed of yours night after night, covered in silk and all that, but I need to know what your intentions are."
"'My intentions'? Chloe, we've been over this."
"I understand, but I don't want you to keep using me. I don't want you to lie to me, either. Are you only involved with me for the physical stuff?"
"..."
"Lex, come on, answer me."
"I'm thinking."
"You have to think about it?"
"Be quiet."
"...that's not fair; I'm trying to have a serious conversation, and all you do is kiss me like that again. That's all fine and good but--"
"I told you to be quiet."
"Oh, so *now* he has something to say."
"Look, Chloe, I'm not only in this for the physical stuff. I really, really care about you, but I'm afraid my seeing you in public will ruin your reputation. You may be legal now, but this is *me* we're talking about; if we're seen together, you'll be plastered across the *Inquisitor*, and, subsequently, shunned. It doesn't pay to be involved with a Luthor."
"Yet, here I am. I'm sick of your excuses. You know what they say: 'No press is bad press'; if I want to be with you in public, that's my decision. If that garners me national attention from some rag, so be it."
"No. I won't let some scumbag with a camera hurt your chances of getting somewhere in the world!"
"What happened to exploiting your connections?"
"This is no time for sarcasm, Chloe."
"I was being serious for once in my life. You know, Lex, the more you argue, the less I believe you truly care about me. Maybe I should go."
"No, stay. I don't know how you expect me to prove it to you, but if *you* truly care about *me*, you'd trust that I do, in fact, want to be with you."
"Then take me out to dinner later tonight. In Metropolis."
"Okay, then, I will."
"Dancing, too; real dancing, none of that clubbing stuff."
"Anything."
"Seriously?"
"Of course, Chloe; you only had to ask."
"Okay. Now, given that it's almost dawn and we've been wide awake for hours, I'm going to sleep. Can you behave yourself?"
"I'll try."
"All right. Good night, Lex."
"Good night, Chloe."
"Are you planning to stare at me, or are you going to sleep, too?"
"Does it matter?"
"No. I like having you stare at me; makes me feel important."
"Fantastic...sleep well, beautiful."
"Ummm, what? I was dozing off, and you were whispering. What'd you say?"
"Shh, it was nothing; go to sleep. I was talking to myself."
"Mmmhmm."
"I think I'm in love with you."
"Talking to yourself again?"
"Uh huh."
"Well, stop; I can't sleep if you're whispering to yourself."
"Testy, aren't we? Ow; you didn't have to pinch me."
"I swear, Luthor, if you don't shut it, I'll slap you."
"Right. Good night."
"Good night."
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