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The ABCs of Love	By : Alexandria-T-Hoang Category: Smallville > General Views: 2483 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter E is Even More than Anyone that I Adore

It felt like a dream, but Chloe knew it wasn't. She'd pinched herself underneath the table when Michael was finished serving her a plate of apple cooked chicken on a bed of micro greens. No, this was a reality.

Lex really was looking at her breasts. It must be the tank top. She'd done it on purpose but she didn't really think Lex would even notice. His tastes in women didn't elude her, she knew what he liked and she didn't think a little cleavage would grab his attentions that much.

“Do I have something on my...” Chloe didn't finish the sentence, she brushed her hands over her décolletage softly, finding pleasure in the fact that her skin was so soft. Lex pulled his eyes away from her breasts for a moment and smiled.

“Yeah,” Lex said, “but you got it,” It was unmistakably the same thing she said to him that morning. So he had known what she was thinking after all. Chloe stared down at her chicken cutlet and hoped the dimmer dinner lighting would conceal her blush.

“Remember, we have a trip into the city tomorrow,” Lex said after a moment of silence.

“Yeah, I know,” Chloe replied, thinking about her schedule. It was going to be her first trip to the a seamstress. Chloe was perfectly comfortable picking out whatever dress from some second hand shop, but she knew Lex would make a face if she mentioned anything. The only thing second hand in Lex's life was his furniture, and those antiques were passed down within the family so it just barely counted.

“Do you need to pick up anything else while we're there?” Lex asked, he took a sip of his juice while he waited for her answer. He saw her ponder for a while, trying to drag up what she could possibly want in the city that she could obtain in a single day long trip.

“Nothing that I can think of right now,” Chloe said at last. It was a safe answer that gave her the opportunity to come up with a real answer later, when she really was in the city and could think of something she could bring back. And though she knew she could ask Lex for anything she could possibly want, she didn't want him to be her personal bank. She had her own back, and it had exactly two hundred thirty three dollars and twenty seven cents. She could definitely buy a few things with that.

They finished their dinner in idle conversation. Chloe questioned the reason why the dancing was all that necessary. As fun as it must have been back in the day when the youth didn't have a whole lot of entertainment, now a days it was different. Dancing the waltz wasn't her idea of a sexy time with a guy. Although Chloe was too young to go to clubs, there weren't any in Smallville even if she wanted to go, she knew that partner dancing had taken a new turn with bumping, grinding, and jumping up and down like an idiot.

Lex was passable at these turn of the century dances not because his father thought it was a viable skill for world domination, but because Lex discovered that leading a woman across the dance floor was the precursor to leading her right into your bed.

Chloe did not ask Lex to walk her back to her bedroom but her breath did catch when they ascended the stairs side by side without so much as a word between the two. When they reached the top of the steps, she knew they would turn to their respective directions.

“Sleep well,” Chloe said just as Lex was saying some other common place night time idiom. She smiled at him and he walked away. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination but she noticed that Lex's eyes lingered just below her chin for a passing moment and she considered wearing her tank tops more often.

That night, Chloe dreamed of Lex waiting for her at the breakfast table with the perfect brownie and a hot latte. The dream in itself wasn't particularly sexual as much as it was sensual and the scent was so rich and real, Chloe thought she really was reaching out for that latte. When her alarm went off, Chloe wasn't disappointed, she really was looking forward to getting up and seizing the day. She was headed into Metropolis with Lex and she was going to remember to have fun.

Despite having a hard time finding something to wear, Chloe managed to match together that gold hemmed tank top with one of her shorts and the thickly twisted gold necklace. She dressed after her shower and tugged at her hair until she was satisfied with the bounce and flip. Chloe searched her reflection until decided on not wearing make up. A little chap stick didn't count did it?

When Chloe smelled the silky dark smell of coffee permeating her room, she knew it was time for breakfast. She was quick in descending the steps and found herself face to face with Lex Luthor, holding a steaming thermos and a plate of chocolate chip muffins.

“Slow down, Chloe. I don't want you breaking a leg before your debut,” Lex said with a smile. He offered her a muffin and the thermos, “we're a little behind so we'll have to have breakfast on the go. I hope you like muffins,” Lex added.

Chloe already took a bite, sipping the hot coffee cautiously though still managing to burn her tongue. She said “Mm!” through her bite and followed Lex to the door, putting on her white flats. He already had his shoes on and she thought briefly how no one in this place walked around without their shoes on when they were inside.

The ride to Metropolis was smooth and quick. Lex took one of his amazing sports cars and sped off like a rocket. Chloe saw then that it was nine and wondered if she was the one that held him behind. He would have woken her if she was getting too lazy, he had before, although she did snap at him.

They reached the city without trumpets or flairs. Lex slowed down and followed the laws of the road and she could see how he itched to swerve in and out of the traffic. He had the perfect car and a pretty good handle on his speed. And Chloe did find it exciting to race the stripes down those empty roads between here and Smallville, she could see the appeal.

By the time they passed through the Metropolis gate, the muffins and coffee were gone. Chloe felt the tingling buzz of coffee and hoped she could get out of the car soon. She hated confining places in general but with the caffeine high, it was terrible. It looked like Lex felt the same by the way he pressed his lips together and squeezed the steering wheel.

They parked in an all day lot with other pricey cars, and walked the city streets like they've always been there. And though they didn't look much like a couple, Chloe thought their juxtaposition made them special and edgy.

J'adore looked like any old boutique to Chloe upon first glance. She knew she couldn't afford anything in the shop herself. Lex didn't even look at the frilly bright things on the racks and display walls. He just went to the back of the room as if he'd owned the place, and Chloe had to wonder if he did. Not that she thought he would buy such a place, maybe he owned the building the boutique and several other stores leased.

Chloe followed him into the back room, passed the bolts of fabric to a studio space that hummed with a rhythmic beat. The beat stopped when a woman on one of the four sewing machines glanced up from her work. She smiled just the slightest bit and did something complicated with the flirty tuft of yellow fabric she was feeding into the machine. Then she cut the thread and put the fabric aside, standing up.

“Vous êtes en retard,” the woman said and Lex turned to translate. Yes, they were pretty late. They were suppose to be here an hour ago and Lex wasn't usually a tardy person.

“Parlez-vous Français?” the woman asked, casting her brown eyes on Chloe. Chloe knew enough to shake her head and the woman nodded and added, “You should learn,” with a heavy accent.

“Chloe, this is Eveline, Eveline, Chloe. Okay, now that you've been introduced, let's get to work. ” Lex asked. Chloe looked between the two people discussing her debut dress. It would be white, what difference would it make? Why they needed a seamstress was beyond her.

“Come here,” the woman commanded of Chloe. She looked to Lex and then back to the woman. How did these two know one another? The other woman was a petite older woman with her light brown hair twisted up behind her head. She wore a gold framed lauriet around her neck on a thread thin gold chain. She wore elegant pants and a fitted sweater and very little make up. These were all the things Chloe thought to notice when she walked closer to the seamstress.

Eveline reached out an over worked hand and placed it on Chloe's bare shoulders. She was expecting it to be icy cold but it was almost feverish. The older woman caressed down Chloe's attached arm and watched her squirm from the sensation. Next, she touched Chloe's chin and neck, down to the front of her tank top. Chloe blushed, not because she didn't expect her boobs to be fondled, but because Lex was watching quietly beside her.

When the embarrassing part was over, Chloe exhaled and folded her arms over her chest. She couldn't even look at Lex, who she was sure, was looking at her.

“She is supple, and petite. Her dress should be ivory, not white,” Eveline said at last. She reached over her desk to pull out, from a mess of cloth, an average black sketch book. She flipped through it and when she found the page she looked for, showed it to Lex and Chloe.

The sketch was very quick with angry lines but the flow of the dress was slower, softer. It folded around the stiff form like smoke. Chloe liked it immediately but Lex hummed doubtfully.

“I think this neckline could be changed,” Lex said and gave Eveline a heavy look. She smirked and nodded in understanding even though she didn't look like the kind of woman that would bend so easily to criticism, she must have agreed.

The woman took Chloe's measurements as Lex walked around the front of the shop. She engaged Chloe in very personal conversation but did not answer any of her questions in return. She found the woman's secrecy to be alluring.

“It must be nice to have a beau like Alexandré,” Eveline said as she jotted down some notes about Chloe's arm length.

“He's not my...beau,” Chloe replied.

“Il vous adore, and that is all the matters. The title is peu substantiel.” Chloe didn't understand French, but she got the meaning out of the context and could only smile pleasantly at the woman as she measured her breasts.

Chloe left the room and joined Lex out by the store front. He was looking around as if he were genuinely interested in the frilly things he saw. He even fingered some of the fabrics within reach and that was when Chloe went to his side.

“Okay, next stop?” Chloe asked.

“We've got some shopping to do,” Lex said and he wasn't kidding. By the end of their shopping trip, Chloe thought she was going to die from exhaustion, they never even carried their own bags! Lex just charged everything and then had them sent to Smallville later that day. They were mostly clothes for her and lots of side trips to catering places to sample foods. They were in a rush because planning something like this took more than six months and they were doing it in less than one. Needless to say, Eveline and anyone else Lex was hiring would be paid very well.

Chloe was getting hungry and suggested that they stopped somewhere to eat. And when Lex asked what she was in the mood for, all she could think about were burgers, fries, and soda. She hadn't eaten that simple fair in a while, not since Clark started hanging out more with Lana. And while the petite brunette could pack a burger in her gullet like any proper Kansas girl, Chloe just didn't like feeling like a third wheel.

“A burger it is,” Lex said and led the both of them away from the boutique lined streets to a different district in Metropolis, one that Chloe knew when she was younger but was a little different now.

“Have you ever been to Georgie's?” Lex asked, herding her through the door. It was a pretty relaxed place and the lunch hour was over so it wasn't too packed.

“Didn't it used to be a bakery?” Chloe asked, remembering the feel of the layout. She'd been here before.

“They still bake their own bread, but now they put a delicious cow in between it,” Lex said with a smirk. Obviously, he'd been here before and liked the cuisine. Chloe couldn't help but feel glad that he did like burgers and fries. He seemed more like the rest of the common people.

Service was speedy and the food was very satisfying. Chloe didn't want to look like a pig, shoving her face in her salty fries, so she tried to take it easy by engaging Lex in conversation.

“So, how do you know Eveline?” Chloe asked.

“She made my mother's wedding dress,” Lex replied. Everything Chloe thought about Lex and his knack for evading the truth seemed wrong. Was she so mistaken? Maybe all Lex needed was someone to ask the right questions instead of accusing him of something unfounded.

“So you...What? You found your mom's seamstress on a whim?” Chloe tried to put the pieced together.

“I asked around when I first got engaged. I saw a photo of the dress and thought I just had to find that same person to make my fiance's dress. She wouldn't do it, didn't want to make a dress for a person she never met,” Lex said with a shrug. The wedding had happened so quickly, they didn't have time to get measurements.

“Oh, I see,” Chloe said lamely. What could she say here? Lex just hired the seamstress that he'd wanted to make his wife's wedding dress to make her debut dress which might as well be a damned wedding dress.

When the check came, Chloe snatched it up like a king cobra. She pulled out her own little plastic card and gave Lex a winsome smile.

“It's the least I could do,” Chloe said as she held it aloft for the waiter to take.

“The least you could do is nothing,” Lex corrected but did not protest. He saw how victorious Chloe looked and liked it enough not to fight her.

Lex walked a tired Chloe back to the car. She very nearly slumped into the vehicle when the door was opened for her. By the time they got back to Smallville, the blond was asleep, mouth open and head rolling with every bump in the road. Lex didn't know what to make of her or of this thing he was doing for her. He wasn't expecting anything in return, he was just trying to repay her and let her know how much their partnership and friendship meant to him. He didn't mean to have her father sent away, to have her cloistered in his home, and to dress her up like a doll. But these were all the things that came naturally to him.

Lex hated to wake her up when they reached his mansion but they had a schedule to keep. Though they were late for Eveline, they cut their trip short to be on time for Alessia and Mirko. Lex roused her by putting a hand on her arm and giving it a light squeeze. When Chloe smiled before opening her eyes, Lex couldn't help but smile in return, even if she didn't see it.

Even though they weren't late, Alessia and Mirko were already in the dance hall. Their faces were close together and they were having a heated discussion in Italian. They stopped with Lex and Chloe walked in, Mirko's face was red and he stormed out. When Chloe started to ask if everything was okay, Alessia simply said , “He needs to compose himself.”

“Chloe, stop looking at your feet, look at Mirko,” Alessia scolded. She looked up at the man's face. His storming out didn't seem to be an issue because he came back ten minutes later and the partnering began. And though Chloe knew she ought not to be looking at her feet, she'd seen some videos about waltzing and saw the couples looked anywhere but one another. She didn't sass back, of course.

“Your feet, Chloe,” Alessia said again and Chloe's head snapped back up. She didn't even realize she was looking at her feet. The shoes were beginning to bite into her tired toes and her soles were aching with her weight.

When Lex finally cut in, Chloe was relieved. There was some scary tension coming from Mirko and Chloe felt trapped in his rigid frame.

“You look tired,” Lex said. He did push her today. The shopping had been frivolous and had delighted Chloe at first but after countless stores, her feet dragged on the linoleum inside the stores. But he still persisted, wanting to give her more clothes than she could wear in a lifetime.

“I'm really really sleepy,” Chloe admitted and rested her head against his shoulder. It was the wrong posture and Alessia was quick to say so. Chloe's head popped up again but her steps faltered.

“Okay, lessons are over for today,” Lex said at last. He wanted to get Chloe into bed because he was also feeling a bit fatigued. Alessia looked as if she wanted to protest when she looked at her wrist watch but Mirko agreed and gave his partner a pointed look. They had unfinished business.

Lex did walk Chloe to her bedroom. It was only seven and she chose sleep over dinner. There were already packages on her bed from their shopping, promptly delivered by stores that wanted to make a good impression. Chloe and Lex pulled them off the bed and set them carefully on the floor. Chloe took off her shoes and crawled into bed, knowing that sleeping in her makeup would make her look like a monster the next day. She didn't care, she was really tired. Too tired to even notice that Lex pulled the covers up over her body and turned out the light. He'd said good night but she was already asleep. And he felt then what he'd felt in the car, but he couldn't put a finger on it.
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