Disclaimer: Everything but the plot belongs to someone other than me.
Author's Note: I finally know where this is going! Again, much love for the encouragement; here's to everlasting ChLex love.
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Chloe knew he had definite potential; she felt that Lex Luthor could be the sort of man with whom she could certainly fall in love. When they strolled back toward her apartment after their second evening at Starbucks, (he was only dropping her off) she decided to ask if she could see him again. (Not that he wouldn't have called.)
"Good night," Lex whispered with a soft smile, facing her. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his black trench coat (it had grown much colder) but he removed them to lightly stroke her face. "I had, *have*, fun with you, Chloe. Really."
Though her cheeks were flushed from his touch, she grinned. "Don't get all sappy, now; I'm not worth ruining your reputation for." (The words, 'can I see you again?' died on her tongue when she saw the way he was gazing at her; as though she was all he could see.)
His eyes were fluttering closed, his hands rested on her hips, his breath was warm on her mouth. "Yes, you are," he corrected quietly, opening his eyes briefly. "You're worth that and more. You're worth..."
Whatever he was going to say went unfinished; she closed the distance between them, her lips brushing his gently, then getting more insistent. They had kissed several times, but each time felt different; each time she fell more for him, and, thus, changed the quality of the kiss. Soon, she knew, it would reach the point when simply holding his hand would drive her crazy. (That was assuming she saw him again.)
"I refuse to date a guy who spouts lines and sappy stuff every two seconds," Chloe insisted when they broke apart an eternity later. She was on fire, but she fought to keep her composure. It wouldn't do to have Lex see how much she melted when he was around.
"Since when are you dating me?" Lex shot back, smirking again. Things were back to normal. (Or so she thought.)
Sometime during the kiss she'd backed against the brick wall; his hands were on either side of her face, and he was leaning close to her. It took all her willpower to not pounce on him. "Since right this very second. I, Chloe Sullivan, am now your girlfriend, Lex."
If he was taken aback by the authoritative tone in her cheerful voice, his smirk covered it well. "What if I don't want to be your boyfriend? What if I only want to be the guy with whom you have the occasional beverage and sensual dance?" In the dim light from the nearby street lamps, his eyes glowed a deep blue. Despite herself, Chloe sucked in a breath; he was gorgeous.
"If that's all you want to be, why did you say I was worth ruining your reputation for?" Luckily for her, she wasn't so completely absorbed in his preternatural beauty that she couldn't be her usual, snarky self. (But she was very close to being pushed over the edge; one more smirk, and she feared she'd be entirely incoherent.)
Her question, though rhetorical, made him pause. He *had* said that; while he'd meant it, he didn't think it was the proper time to confess how hard he'd fallen. "Goodnight, Miss Chloe Sullivan," he whispered, lifting his hands and heading down the sidewalk.
"No retort?" she called after him.
Then he was gliding back toward her. When he reached her side, he gently slammed her against the door, held her, kissed her with an all-consuming passion that scared the hell out of him. "Consider that my retort," he gasped when he pulled away.
"That was weak," Chloe returned, trembling visibly, a smile spreading across her lips.
"Since I'm your boyfriend as of tonight, there's no reason why all my snarky comments have to be brilliant." Lex licked his lips absently, wanting to kiss her again, but not sure if he should; he stared into her intense eyes, wanting to tell her how beautiful she was, but not sure if he should. He hadn't been a 'boyfriend' for years; he'd forgotten how it worked.
"And why's that?" she asked quietly, dancing her fingers nimbly over his bare head.
"I've already got the girl; what further need do I have for my wit?" Then, without another word, Lex was walking down the sidewalk again, hands in his pockets.
She refused to watch him go, on the grounds that if she did, she'd run after him and beg him to stay.
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