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Dirty Little Secret	By : miladyriz Category: Smallville > General Views: 11060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chloe had never felt such things in her life. No one had ever looked at her like Lex had, with such passion and longing, and something sweeter she could barely describe. He held her like he would never let her leave, and Chloe was slowly realizing that maybe she didn�t want to. She was burning for him; he burned her with everything he was. She had felt lust for Clark, how could she love him and not feel lust? But it was simple and innocent, sugar and missionary and rose petals. But this, this pure animalistic desire, it overwhelmed her, devouring her whole. This was rose petals, but it was also thorns. And she didn�t want it to end.
�Lex,� she whispered, and she felt his hands tighten their grip, pulling her closer if that were possible. His eyes held such delicious promise, and for once she didn�t want to control herself, to hold herself back. This was the time to surrender, to yield to every luscious possibility that Lex would be and more. For the first time in her life, Chloe Sullivan would give in.
�Chloe, listen please,� Lex�s voice was sweetly harsh, his breaths ragged. He kissed her forehead, his restraint wearing thin, resting his forehead against her own. Chloe could feel him shaking beneath her hands, trying so hard to hold back. He was weak with wanting her and he tried so hard not to show it, that he was vulnerable to her. Chloe wanted him all the more for it.
�We� we have to stop.�
She flung her head back in surprise, eyes wide and suddenly dark with fear. What if he didn�t want her anymore? What if he rather be invincible and strong alone than have just one moment being weak with her?
�Why?� Breathless, terrified, the whisper echoed in the darkness. He shivered, his skin searing hot, burning her through his thousand-dollar suit. He wouldn�t answer. But she had to know.
�Don�t,� she halted, biting her words, afraid, yet afraid to be afraid, �don�t you want me anymore?�
Without warning, Lex grabbed her to him fiercely, growling low in his throat. �Oh, I want you. I want you more than anything.�
Chloe smiled then, softly, her fear fading into nothing, a mere slip of a dream. She rested her head on his shoulder, a perfect fit, thigh against thigh, hip to hip, chest to chest, her head resting in the hollow of his shoulder. Her hands began to move, slow, so he wouldn�t be frightened, drawing circles on the taut muscles of his shoulder. Like ripples across her skin, she could feel him relax, uncoil that tension that always tightened his jaw but never affected his movements. She felt delicious vibrations echoing through her, and stifled a grin.
Who knew that Lex Luther, feared by even the most powerful, purred like a kitten?
Even though she had slipped into this moment, this sweet content, Chloe knew it was only a dream. And her curiosity, her need to know, was slowly eating away at her own inner peace.
�Why, Lex? Why do we have to stop?�
She could feel his heart pounding, it resonated in her very soul, low and steady like a drum. He sighed, his warm breath on her neck, caressing her skin like a lover. Chloe couldn�t help but shiver at its gentle touch.
�Because,� his voice was as soft as shadows, and just as deliciously dark, �God, Chloe, if you only knew.�
She closed her eyes, drinking in his scent, trembling from his closeness, still with anxiety. �I won�t know till you tell me.�
Chloe could feel him smile, feel the rumble in his chest from suppressed laughter. �Always the reporter, Chloe. You never know when to quit.� That smile faded from his voice, he was once again distant and gray. That�s when she knew he would tell her. �There are so many reasons. Too many. We could steal ourselves from reality, have one glorious night, but that�s where it would end. We don�t work in reality, Chloe. We don�t work in Smallville, or anywhere. You�re such a sweet, innocent seventeen, and I�m�� she felt him pause, waver in his own darkness. Then he continued, bittersweet and rueful, � I am what I am. A Luther. I can never be more or less than that.�
The utter idiocy of this man! Chloe wanted to scream at him, at all the nightmares that clung to him and kept him from being. You are what you make yourself! Your name is merely a name, not fate! You can be more than Luther! So many things she wanted to scream. Instead, she just held him tighter, and let him continue.
�You deserve�� His words were broken, jagged glass that cut the careless. Chloe knew she couldn�t be careful any longer, but she didn�t care. She would bleed for this man. He swallowed, and she could feel his fear sliding down his throat. �You deserve a man that can take care of you, that can protect you from all those monsters in the dark. I can�t do that, Chloe. I am one of those monsters. And I can�t protect you from myself. It would be better for you to go, keep your innocence, keep your dreams. Being with me, no matter how delicious at first, would become a nightmare. And I can�t do that to you, Chloe. I just can�t.�
He sighed, and she could feel the burden of his being sweep through her. For just a moment, she knew what it was to be him, to be defined by the name Luther, and shuddered at the weight of it. She turned her attention back the man holding her, and noticed that despite all his protests to their being here, he was still holding her as if he would never let her go. Before she could stop herself, her hands slowly slid beneath his jacket, his back hard with corded muscle, rubbing circles onto his skin through his shirt. She heard his heart jump and race to catch up, his breath growing a little more heated, a little more ragged. His hands pressed into the small of her back, fingers dragging softly across her exposed skin where her shirt didn�t quite reach her pants. They moved, hesitant, wanting, making delicate patterns, until they reached the soft curve of her hipbones. Chloe�s breath caught in her throat, cautious yet craving his touch, her hips moving slightly, seeking the warmth of his hand. She felt his mouth graze her ear, his breath sticky sweet on her skin, felt him kiss right below her ear on the soft flesh of her neck. She bit back a moan, struggling to control herself, compose herself into the cool, dry persona she had worn like a second skin till it merged with her own. But even as she tried to still her movements, a thought surged into the forefront of her mind, burning away every caution, every doubt.
She wanted him, but she also wanted to be his. To be his possession, for him to brand her with his body, his soul, to make her his own. She wanted to hear him whisper �mine.� She wanted to moan �yours.�
And she wanted him to be hers too.
His hands had never stopped moving, tracing the slender curve of her back, the smooth tautness of her stomach, grazing her ribs with soft, burning touches. His heat seared through her, delicious, and when she felt blunt teeth gently nibble the column of her throat, every ounce of control she had built up over the years, that stubborn coldness she wore like armor, it burned away, leaving ashes in its wake. He had destroyed that part of herself, and she loved it, loved every second of uncontrolled bliss that she had never allowed herself. And she wanted more of it.
�Tell me to stop, Chloe,� Lex growled in her ear, a delicious friction against her skin.
�Don�t stop,� she whispered, unable to stop herself, never wanting to hold herself back again. Her nails raked down his back, her head thrown back to give him more access to her neck. He didn�t hesitate, licking and biting and kissing, marking her with his teeth. His hands pulled her against him, and she gasped, grinding her hips into his, trying to relieve that blazing ache inside her. It only inflamed her more.
�Please,� Lex begged against her throat, even as he moved against her, making her moan, �We can�t do this, this is madness, tell me to stop, Chloe, tell me to stop.�
Her answer was to press against him harder, her arms crushing him against her. He snarled, pulling himself from the sweetness of her collarbone and facing her, eyes burning with need and restraint.
�God dammit, Chloe, tell me to stop!�
�Never.� Her answer was soft and sure, little more than a whisper, but as solid and unbreakable as stone. Chloe tilted her head, Lex motionless with shock, and kissed him, gently, butterfly soft. When she pulled back, she saw his control wearing thin, the desperate craving in the burning of his eyes, the tension of his jaw, at the breaking point.

�Please, Lex,� she could see his eyes widen slightly at her soft plea, but she also saw how the desire in them darkened deeper, �Don�t stop, don�t ever stop. Lex,� she growled his name, soft and thick with need, �I need you.�
And when his mouth crashed onto hers, she knew his control had finally broken, that he was finally hers. And now, he would take her, brand her, claim her. Now, she would finally be his.
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