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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 F is for Fear of Falling

Chloe woke up the next morning to work out in Lex's gym. He offered to get her a trainer but Chloe refused. There were already too many people added to the equation, she didn't need a trainer to make her feel like shit too. In reality, it was only Alessia that gave her the majority of the criticism, and granted, she deserved them.

The treadmill was her first machine of torture. And though Lex was lenient with her time in the gym, she did get quite a work out from dance practice, Chloe thought she would do better from now on. But she could only stay in the gym and work out until her body could no longer handle the stress, a total of thirty minutes. She felt like drooping to the floor on her way to her shower.

Lex was standing outside her door at a quarter passed eight. He was tired of waiting for her to wake up and when he didn't hear any answer after his initial knock, Lex let himself into her room. She was in the shower, he knew that upon entering and hearing the water run. She sang in that porcelain room, the off key notes tickling out to greet him.

He found that he was stuck in his position, holding his ground and his breath just thinking about how water would run off her skin. On her bed was an outfit she'd put together for that day. It was no surprise to anyone that Lex didn't have a real sense of moral fortitude. It certainly didn't surprise Lex that thinking of Chloe all wet in the shower aroused him. What did surprise him, however, was that he thought about acting on his impulses. He wanted to walk into that bathroom, throw open the curtain and pull her wet mouth onto his.

Lex's fingers twitched from the effort to hold him back. I should leave right now, Lex told himself but that thought fell on deaf ears when the handle to the bathroom door turned and out walked a very damp Chloe Sullivan. The only problem was that she had wrapped around her the white terry cloth robe he'd had embroidered for her. Lex gritted his teeth in both relief and regret that he'd given her that damned robe.

“Lex!” Chloe exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock. Her hands pulled the robe closer around her and a light flush made it's way up her neck to bloom on her cheeks. “I could have been naked!” Chloe added, walking over to her bed and snatching her clothes up, holding them close.

“I called out, I didn't hear you answer so I thought you were still asleep,” Lex explained. It was a good explanation because he'd come get her before. Chloe checked the clock on her nightstand and grimaced. Her shower had gone over long and she was a little late.

“Sorry, I'll be ready in five minutes!” Chloe said and took her wet body into the bathroom with her clothes. Lex could hear her getting ready behind the door, could hear the weight of the robe fall to the floor. And could hear her voice asking him something through the door.

“What?” Lex asked, now focusing only on the sound of her voice.

“I said, what are we doing today?” Chloe repeated. “I get a large chuck of time with you but it doesn't say what that time is used for.” Chloe added. She thought any time Lex was with her was technically time with Lex and redundant that Lex would block off her weekends to be with him. It wasn't as if she'd go anywhere else.

“We're going to do whatever it takes to make your debut a great thing for you and for all your guests,” Lex said after some consideration. At first, that was why he'd blocked off her weekend. But now that he really thought of it, Lex just didn't really know why. He could obviously plan around her and throw her into the midst of her own ball to watch how the wealthy young men would hack at each other to reach her, he knew she would bring that out in them without his tutelage.

Chloe opened the door, hair still damp, with the gray shorts and the cowl necked magenta tee shirt clinging to a slightly glistening body. He'd rushed her but wasn't guilty about it. What he was guilty about was the way he just stared at her legs, those shorts were a lot shorter now than when he saw her try them on in the store.

“Can I still have breakfast? I'm starving,” Chloe asked, clutching her belly dramatically.

“Of course you can have breakfast,” Lex replied and then both walked out of her room and down the stairs. Lex's legs were a little stiff from standing so still in Chloe's room, and Chloe's legs were a little stiff from the treadmill.

Breakfast, as it turned out, was a hot plate of french toast and the best maple syrup she'd ever had. There were also lots of fruits and the never empty pitcher of OJ just within her reach. Lex had already eaten so he just sat across from her, reading his paper until she was done gorging herself.

“Okay, what are we doing first?” Chloe asked as she wiped her mouth and leaned back in her chair. Lex looked up from his paper only for a moment and then back down, glad that the paper could hide his amused smile.

“I thought we could talk more about your guest list, we should send out invitations today,” Lex said nonchalantly. He shook his papers, folded them, and let them fall onto the table finally. “I'm going to show you some profiles I've gathered and I'll suggest a few but I'll let you do the choosing,” Lex added.

“Are you sure?” Chloe asked, taking a sip from her glass. She pushed her chair out when Lex started to and they both stood.

“Yes, I'm sure. I am confident that you know what kind of boyfriend you're looking for,” Lex said and gestured for her to follow him. They walked into his study, a room she'd been before.

There were manila folders on the couch with a laptop near by, some music was softly playing, and the room smelled distinctly of Lex and what he wanted people to smell, which was a slight tobacco with the aftermath of a strong sandalwood cologne and very fine polished leather. It was very masculine and, from what Chloe has gathered about Lex now, didn't really seem to fit him.

The two of them looked through the piles and piles of information that Lex provided her with and Chloe impressed Lex with her the way she could easily manipulate people over the phone, and through their technologies. Chloe hacked into several school accounts and cooed her way into learning about certain sealed juvenile crimes. They wouldn't tell her what the crimes were, of course, but the fact that Chloe managed to find out that there were sealed cases was enough for her not to extend invitations.

Not that Chloe thought that a criminal record was a bad thing, she knew that Lex had one, but it was just out of the sheer need to edit the long list of handsome young men and their families. Lex could afford to host a big party, and it would be a grand thing of at least two hundred guests, but there shouldn't be more than twenty boys to dance with or else she'd really collapse from exhaustion.

“I know you like Franklin, I like him too, but he's got a girlfriend, Lex!” Chloe said, closing the manila folder over the sweet smile. The boy was big, with blue eyes and thick brown hair. His similarities with Clark ended there. Franklin had just come back from a peace corp trip to South America, rode his bike back and forth between school and home instead of using his Bentley, and spent his spare time volunteering in the children's wing at the Metropolis hospital. The boy was well on his way in life, using his resources for good and he was really the best candidate for an awesome boyfriend. If the girl in his life could accept that saving the world came first.

Still, Lex pushed the issue. Stating simple things like being in a relationship doesn't mean that he's married to the mystery girl. Chloe shook her head, refusing to add his name to the list of names of boys that were invited to her debut.

“Should I invite girls?” Chloe asked suddenly. She didn't think she'd like a party with so much testosterone and so little estrogen. And she didn't want all the boys to stand around while she danced with one person at a time. Of course they were welcomed to dance with one another.

“Hm, I hadn't really thought about other girls,” Lex admitted and Chloe couldn't help but smile at the statement.

“Well, I just thought other girls would be welcomed,” Chloe said. “It is a dance after all,” Chloe added quickly.

“Who'd you have in mind?” Lex asked.

“Well, I know for sure I'd like my cousin there,” Chloe replied. As for other women, she really didn't know. She knew Lana but she didn't want Lana there, knowing the girl had a way of attracting the boys.

“I'll see what I can do,” Lex said and rubbed his face. They spent the next hour and a half going through the list of forty seven boys, trying to whittle it down to twenty. It was a tiring process and Chloe's stomach grumbled just as they crossed the last boy off the list. Lex had his chef send in some quick sandwiches and tea and they ate in his study, looking over the boys a few more times. By the end of that session, Chloe thought she knew these twenty boys like the back of her hand.

Lex called a stop to it, he noticed Chloe was having too much fun. And though he liked seeing her smile and flirt on the phone with what he could only assume were paper pushers, he did feel a little jealous that she didn't use that voice with him too often. In fact, she was different around him, floundering between her teenage years and somewhere younger, smarter, and a little too trusting of him.

The next step was picking out the perfect invitations. Chloe chose a scalloped edged card with the faintest green tinges on the corners. Then they decided on the wording and font to be used. Lex wanted the both of them to sign each invitation by hand but after several attempts, Chloe's wild scrawl could not be tamed, he gave up on the idea.

“Okay, let's practice the dances for a while before dinner,” Lex suggested as he rose from his spot on the leather couch. He'd been sitting there for so long, it dented from his shape. It took Chloe more effort to get up and she winced from the ache in her calves. She hated that treadmill.

“Not too long though, I have an article to edit,” Chloe said. It was really the first time that Chloe revealed that she had other work to do and Lex had to wonder if she did her homework at school or secretly at night after their practices.

Lex lead her across the floor and didn't pipe in when he noticed she broke the frame to look at their feet. She was struggling a little to understand the steps and if looking at her feet was helpful, he'd let her do it for a while. When she stopped stepping on his feet, Lex counted that as progress and sent her to the dining room and then to her room to finish her other work.

Lex was a kinder teacher than Alessia, that was for sure. But his leniency might give her more trouble when Alessia and Mirko come back for tomorrow because she wasn't sure if her frame had gotten any better, in fact, it might be worse.

Chloe worked late into the night, typing up the final copy of the next article. Clark rarely wrote anything worth while and when he managed to hand something in, it was chock full of errors as if he typed it in thirty seconds or something.

Lex knocked on her door and when Chloe gave confirmation, Lex pushed it open to see her still working.

“I saw your light on,” Lex said. He was dressed in a pair of sweats and a plain tee shirt. For some reason, Chloe thought he dressed that way for her sake and that he didn't really wear so much clothes when he slept.

“I had a lot more work to do,” Chloe said and groaned, saving the file and closing her laptop. She checked the time and rubbed her face.

“I thought I'd tell you, since you were up, that I'm going to Berlin tomorrow morning and I won't be back for a couple of days,” Lex said.

“Can I skip school and come too?” Chloe asked, jokingly.

“Yes,” Lex replied, taking her every request seriously. If he wanted to show her the life of luxury, he'd allow her those few benefits as well, which was travel at all hours and days of the year.

“Really?” Chloe asked, obviously shocked by his quick reply.

“I actually have to go in a couple hours. Do you want to get ready?” Chloe jumped right out of bed, wearing nothing more that an over sized Smallville High tee shirt and her polka-dotted underwear. She didn't even seem to notice that he was there, watching her find a duffle bag and throwing all sorts of things into it. Then she paused and looked up at him with the prettiest dismayed look.

“I don't know where my passport is,” Chloe whined. Lex just shook his head.

“I'll take care of that, don't worry. Why don't you get dressed and meet me downstairs in thirty,” Lex said in return, waving off her problem as if it were minuscule. He was on his way out, and in the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Chloe lifting the hem of her tee shirt up, hands crossed over her belly. He would have stayed for the show but knew better than to repeat what happened that morning. Also, the sweatpants did nothing to conceal his erection.

Chloe bounded down stairs twenty minutes later, fresh faced and giddy. She had a duffel bag, and a messenger bag he assumed held her computer. She wore a bland light blue tee with a pair of comfortable jeans and had a book in her hand.

“Okay, when's out flight?” Chloe asked, a little breathless from her rush.

Lex was sitting in the dining area, his bags all packed, wearing one of his regular suits and had his briefcase open to peruse some of his papers. He was obviously in no rush. He looked up when Chloe asked him a question but only looked down at his papers again.

“Soon,” Lex replied, shuffling his papers and closing his briefcase.

“Is this about your business?” Chloe asked, walking closing and heaving her bag onto the table.

“Yes, but it should fun,” Lex said with a little sneer to show he was being sarcastic.

“Oh! Should I not go with you? I didn't think it through,” Chloe returned, she didn't want to intrude on his business. This wasn't a vacation for him. Chloe just jumped on the idea of traveling because it was what she'd always wanted to do, and Lex just offered without any hesitation.

“No, you should come. I'd really appreciate your company,” Lex said, his face softening to assure her. He stood up from his chair then, checking his watch. There was a sound of an engine outside and Lex suggested that they make there way to the door. There would be a car to take them to the airport.

It was four in the morning and Chloe was too hyped to feel tired, which might be a problem by the time they got there. She didn't know how long that would take and whenever she turned to ask Lex a question, she thought he looked too preoccupied so she clammed up.

They weren't on a commercial airline. Instead, Lex took his personal jet and they were in the air within minutes of taking their seats. Chloe was very excited and spent the first hour just looking at the small world outside her window, imagining what it would be like to fly above it on the wings of the jet instead of inside of it.

When the sun rose, Chloe looked over to Lex's seat across the isle. He had one of those neck pillows hugging his shoulders and his head dropped back just slightly. His lips were only a little ajar and he breathed so long and deep that it put Chloe in a trance. In...out...in...out. It was rare for her to see him so vulnerable and Chloe couldn't help but take advantage of the situation. She saw how, even in sleep, his face was tight and Chloe wondered what it was he dreamed of. She also wondered if, perhaps, he dreamed of her the way she dreamed of him.

Chloe pushed the thought to the back of her head, feeling her cheeks burn with the thought and knowing there would be no real privacy on the jet and there was no way she'd join the mile high club all by herself.

His breathing made her sleepy, luring her into the welcoming depths of unconsciousness where she didn't have to wonder what it was about Lex that made him so...delightful.

Chloe finally woke up to the sensation of someone's hand on her arm. But they weren't shaking her, but stroking the arm until the skin raised with goosebumps.

“Mm,” Chloe managed and opened her eyes. Lex was kneeling next to her, looking fully rested and happy to see her.

“We're here,” Lex said. Chloe looked out the window to find that they were, indeed grounded and that Chloe had missed the landing. She stretched and cold feel Lex's eyes on the exposed section of midriff. She held the pose a beat longer to bath in the warmth of flattery.

She rose from her chair but Lex did not rise with her. He stayed where he was, kneeling in front of her and, for a moment, Chloe was afraid that he was going to ask her to marry him. But he did no such thing. What he did was reach for his hips, pulling her closer to him and lifting the hem of her tee shirt up passed her navel and kissed her left hip repeatedly, moving across the expanse of her creamy skin to the other hip bone.

It felt so good and when Lex murmured “delicious,” Chloe felt herself getting embarrassingly wet. She wanted him to touch her more, to let her touch him. When his hand slipped further under the shirt to flirt by the underside of her right breast on it's way to her ribs, Chloe's knees buckled and she nearly fell if Lex hadn't reached out to keep her steady. She wasn't afraid of falling, but was grateful that Lex anchored her.

“Lex,” Chloe whispered, sinking to the ground so that she could wrap her arms around his neck and pull him in for a sweet kiss.

“What?” Lex asked in a tone that didn't fit the mood. Chloe leaned back and narrowed her eyes at him. “Did you say something?” Lex asked, in the same preoccupied tone.

“Fuck,” Chloe said and leaned her head on his shoulder. When she opened her eyes again, she was on the jet, still soaring through the air. And Lex looked up then, eye brows raised as if she were going crazy. He was still sitting across the isle, writing notes on one of his important files.

“You said my name?” Lex asked, looking at her suspiciously now. Was she asleep when she did? She looked

“I just wanted to know if we're there yet,” Chloe lied, looking out the window.

“Not much longer. Another hour I think,” Lex said, looking at his watch. “Are you hungry? There's a delicious shrimp stir fry,” Lex added, going back to his work and missing the annoyed quirk on Chloe's mouth at the word delicious.

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It felt so good and when Lex murmured “delicious,” Chloe felt herself getting embarrassingly wet. She wanted him to touch her more, to let her touch him. When his hand slipped further under the shirt to flirt by the underside of her right breast on it's way to her ribs, Chloe's knees buckled and she nearly fell if Lex hadn't reached out to keep her steady. She wasn't afraid of falling, but was grateful that Lex anchored her.

“Lex,” Chloe whispered, sinking to the ground so that she could wrap her arms around his neck and pull him in for a sweet kiss.

“What?” Lex asked in a tone that didn't fit the mood. Chloe leaned back and narrowed her eyes at him. “Did you say something?” Lex asked, in the same preoccupied tone.

“Fuck,” Chloe said and leaned her head on his shoulder. When she opened her eyes again, she was on the jet, still soaring through the air. And Lex looked up then, eye brows raised as if she were going crazy. He was still sitting across the isle, writing notes on one of his important files.

“You said my name?” Lex asked, looking at her suspiciously now. Was she asleep when she did? She looked

“I just wanted to know if we're there yet,” Chloe lied, looking out the window.

“Not much longer. Another hour I think,” Lex said, looking at his watch. “Are you hungry? There's a delicious shrimp stir fry,” Lex added, going back to his work and missing the annoyed quirk on Chloe's mouth at the word delicious.
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