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[fic] a firm grip on reality [smallville] [chloe and lex]
title: a firm grip on reality
author: bantha_fodder
fandom: smallville
rating: there is some mild sexing
spoilers: for the season four (cracktastic!) finale
disclaimer: not only do i not own smallville, but i rarely watch it anymore. so, you know, if there are any discrepancies with canon, well. i think chloe and lex are shagging, so you can see what i think of canon.
this was not betaed.
for sloane. with thanks to rawles.
***
There is a bright, stunning flash of light, and Chloe is thrown to the floor of the cave. When she opens her eyes, Clark is gone, and Lex towers over her.
"This is interesting," he says, and offers her his hand.
She bats it away.
*
The sky is still raining meteors, and it is almost the stupidest thing she has ever done to run around outside during a meteor shower, but Lex leaves her little choice.
"Stay here," he says, "isolated, no food, no water, rocks falling from the sky. You'll have a great time."
She gets in the car.
*
She shuts her eyes as the car speeds along. She ignores the constant thumping, and the silence from the driver's seat. Possibly she falls asleep, but she'll deny it, and she is almost positive that she doesn't snore, anyway.
Chloe isn't sure how long they've been driving when she opens her eyes and looks out the window. She blinks, and looks over at the clock, just to be sure. Half a dozen questions leap to mind, and she asks the most important.
"Where are we going?"
"Somewhere it's not hailing planets," says Lex.
"And where's that?" she asks. Leans forward in her seat and peers through the windscreen. Chloe tries to identify something familiar on the landscape, but the road is covered in rocks and Lex is driving worryingly fast.
"When the rocks stop falling, we'll be there," he says.
"Take me back to Smallville," she says, and he does not reply.
She tries, but cannot draw him further on any topic.
This is acceptable, she thinks. If he doesn't speak, he can't ask questions.
*
She looks at him as he pulls the car up to the verge. "Get out," he says, and they are the first words he has spoken to her in a hundred and thirty miles. He opens his door before she understands what he means, and slams the door before she opens her mouth to reply. Her door opens, and she speaks even as she gathers herself.
"Of all the fucking rude things," she starts, before turning to meet the face of the valet. "Oh," she finishes, and bites her lip. "Sorry."
"No problem," the valet says, and helps her out of the car. "Mister Luthor's just in the lobby."
She stands there as the valet gets in Lex's car and drives it away. She looks out at the street, and wonders how it can be meteor-free. How people can continue their lives while Clark runs, while the sky rains rocks from space. She thinks about running, but she left her purse back in Smallville and she's not going to get far on her looks.
"Of course, Mister Luthor," says the guy behind the front desk, and Chloe thinks, of course.
She people watches while Lex gets his way. She should probably pay attention to Lex, but she's tired, and he's not going to let her have an opinion and he's paying for a hotel room, so she keeps quiet.
"Chloe," he says as he steps into the elevator, and like a trained poodle, she follows on his heels.
Sometimes she hates herself, but she usually hates Lex more.
*
They get off at the top floor. "The kitchen is through here," gestures the concierge. "Bathroom, entertaining room, bedroom. Press zero to get the switchboard."
"Thank you," says Lex, and it is clear he has tired of the concierge.
"Of course, Mister Luthor," says the concierge. "I'll arrange for those items at once."
"Don't call about them," says Lex as the concierge returns to the elevator. "I don't wish to be disturbed. I'll enquire about them when I'm ready."
"Of course."
The elevator pings behind the concierge. "Have a good evening," he says, and the doors close, and Chloe feels claustrophobic, twenty stories high and locked in a penthouse with Lex Luthor.
"One bedroom," she says, "that's a bit low class for you." Lex raises an eyebrow. "So where will you be sleeping?"
His mouth quirks, and she thinks maybe he's smiling. "In the bedroom."
Her heart sinks. "And where will I be sleeping?" she asks, but she knows.
*
She flips channels on the TV. She's not surprised to find they get everything, and she spends a good fifteen minutes watching the Mary Kate and Ashley Show before she realises what she's doing and turns it off. Clink of glass behind her and she watches Lex's reflection in the darkened TV screen as he pours himself a drink.
"I'll have a scotch," she says, and she knows he won't say no.
He comes up behind her and drops the glass into her hand. His fingers linger a little too long, and he breathes, "Tell me what you know," into her ear.
"I know as much as you," she replies, and knocks the scotch back. She coughs as it burns down her throat, and shakes her head. "A double?" She accuses him, and she feels him grin into the skin at her neck before he pushes away from the back of the couch.
"Well," he says, "you know how it is. Loose lips sink ships."
"I don't have anything to tell," she repeats, and he looks at her, blank faced.
"Maybe not about the meteors. But there are other things you could say." He pauses, and looks at her. She looks back.
"I'm not sleeping with you," she says.
"Like that," he continues. "I saved your life."
"I would have been fine," she retorts.
"If you'd thought you would be fine, you wouldn't have gotten in the car," Lex says, and she hates him even more when he's right.
"Shame you have to bribe girls into bed with you," she says, and she knows she's giving in but she doesn't care.
"Shame you're in love with a man who doesn't love you back," he says, and rests a heavy hand on her shoulder.
She doesn't shrug it off.
*
Lex kisses the dip in her neck; runs hands down her sides and pushes her onto the bed. Chloe plays with the hem of his shirt and tugs him down with her. He rests above her, supporting himself on his elbows, with their chests pressed together, and he watches her. She meets his eyes and says, "if I do this, what does it mean?"
"I'm going to be a very powerful man one day," he says, and she thinks he's never looked so young, so vulnerable. "Don't piss me off, Chloe."
She kisses him, pulls his head towards her and battles him all teeth and tongue. She lets go of his head and unbuttons his shirt, and he slides his hands under hers. Makes tiny scratches with his nails along her skin and she sighs. She pushes his shirt down his shoulders, and kisses the path it makes. Licks his skin and tastes salt and dirt. She spits.
"Ugh," she says, and flops back onto the bed. He laughs and uses the opportunity to unbutton her pants and draw them down her legs. He kisses the skin below her belly button and she shivers.
He finishes undressing himself. "This bit's always awkward, huh?" Chloe says, and he smiles.
"It gets easier," he replies, and she sits up. She wishes she wasn't quite so young, so fresh, so recently into the world. Not exactly prime reporter material. He sits back on the bed.
"Having second thoughts?" he asks, and she pushes him onto his back.
"No," she says, and straddles him. Rubs against him and rises up before sinking down, taking him inside her. He groans.
"Been awhile for you too, huh?" she asks, and he grins.
He touches her as she rides him, and she pushes hard, pushes fast, until she shudders around him and leans forward. Moans softly into his shoulder.
"Okay," he says, and kisses her forehead.
He holds her tight, and in the silence she hears heavy rain.
She glances up, and watches the shower of meteors through the window.
She shuts her eyes.
END
author: bantha_fodder
fandom: smallville
rating: there is some mild sexing
spoilers: for the season four (cracktastic!) finale
disclaimer: not only do i not own smallville, but i rarely watch it anymore. so, you know, if there are any discrepancies with canon, well. i think chloe and lex are shagging, so you can see what i think of canon.
this was not betaed.
for sloane. with thanks to rawles.
***
There is a bright, stunning flash of light, and Chloe is thrown to the floor of the cave. When she opens her eyes, Clark is gone, and Lex towers over her.
"This is interesting," he says, and offers her his hand.
She bats it away.
*
The sky is still raining meteors, and it is almost the stupidest thing she has ever done to run around outside during a meteor shower, but Lex leaves her little choice.
"Stay here," he says, "isolated, no food, no water, rocks falling from the sky. You'll have a great time."
She gets in the car.
*
She shuts her eyes as the car speeds along. She ignores the constant thumping, and the silence from the driver's seat. Possibly she falls asleep, but she'll deny it, and she is almost positive that she doesn't snore, anyway.
Chloe isn't sure how long they've been driving when she opens her eyes and looks out the window. She blinks, and looks over at the clock, just to be sure. Half a dozen questions leap to mind, and she asks the most important.
"Where are we going?"
"Somewhere it's not hailing planets," says Lex.
"And where's that?" she asks. Leans forward in her seat and peers through the windscreen. Chloe tries to identify something familiar on the landscape, but the road is covered in rocks and Lex is driving worryingly fast.
"When the rocks stop falling, we'll be there," he says.
"Take me back to Smallville," she says, and he does not reply.
She tries, but cannot draw him further on any topic.
This is acceptable, she thinks. If he doesn't speak, he can't ask questions.
*
She looks at him as he pulls the car up to the verge. "Get out," he says, and they are the first words he has spoken to her in a hundred and thirty miles. He opens his door before she understands what he means, and slams the door before she opens her mouth to reply. Her door opens, and she speaks even as she gathers herself.
"Of all the fucking rude things," she starts, before turning to meet the face of the valet. "Oh," she finishes, and bites her lip. "Sorry."
"No problem," the valet says, and helps her out of the car. "Mister Luthor's just in the lobby."
She stands there as the valet gets in Lex's car and drives it away. She looks out at the street, and wonders how it can be meteor-free. How people can continue their lives while Clark runs, while the sky rains rocks from space. She thinks about running, but she left her purse back in Smallville and she's not going to get far on her looks.
"Of course, Mister Luthor," says the guy behind the front desk, and Chloe thinks, of course.
She people watches while Lex gets his way. She should probably pay attention to Lex, but she's tired, and he's not going to let her have an opinion and he's paying for a hotel room, so she keeps quiet.
"Chloe," he says as he steps into the elevator, and like a trained poodle, she follows on his heels.
Sometimes she hates herself, but she usually hates Lex more.
*
They get off at the top floor. "The kitchen is through here," gestures the concierge. "Bathroom, entertaining room, bedroom. Press zero to get the switchboard."
"Thank you," says Lex, and it is clear he has tired of the concierge.
"Of course, Mister Luthor," says the concierge. "I'll arrange for those items at once."
"Don't call about them," says Lex as the concierge returns to the elevator. "I don't wish to be disturbed. I'll enquire about them when I'm ready."
"Of course."
The elevator pings behind the concierge. "Have a good evening," he says, and the doors close, and Chloe feels claustrophobic, twenty stories high and locked in a penthouse with Lex Luthor.
"One bedroom," she says, "that's a bit low class for you." Lex raises an eyebrow. "So where will you be sleeping?"
His mouth quirks, and she thinks maybe he's smiling. "In the bedroom."
Her heart sinks. "And where will I be sleeping?" she asks, but she knows.
*
She flips channels on the TV. She's not surprised to find they get everything, and she spends a good fifteen minutes watching the Mary Kate and Ashley Show before she realises what she's doing and turns it off. Clink of glass behind her and she watches Lex's reflection in the darkened TV screen as he pours himself a drink.
"I'll have a scotch," she says, and she knows he won't say no.
He comes up behind her and drops the glass into her hand. His fingers linger a little too long, and he breathes, "Tell me what you know," into her ear.
"I know as much as you," she replies, and knocks the scotch back. She coughs as it burns down her throat, and shakes her head. "A double?" She accuses him, and she feels him grin into the skin at her neck before he pushes away from the back of the couch.
"Well," he says, "you know how it is. Loose lips sink ships."
"I don't have anything to tell," she repeats, and he looks at her, blank faced.
"Maybe not about the meteors. But there are other things you could say." He pauses, and looks at her. She looks back.
"I'm not sleeping with you," she says.
"Like that," he continues. "I saved your life."
"I would have been fine," she retorts.
"If you'd thought you would be fine, you wouldn't have gotten in the car," Lex says, and she hates him even more when he's right.
"Shame you have to bribe girls into bed with you," she says, and she knows she's giving in but she doesn't care.
"Shame you're in love with a man who doesn't love you back," he says, and rests a heavy hand on her shoulder.
She doesn't shrug it off.
*
Lex kisses the dip in her neck; runs hands down her sides and pushes her onto the bed. Chloe plays with the hem of his shirt and tugs him down with her. He rests above her, supporting himself on his elbows, with their chests pressed together, and he watches her. She meets his eyes and says, "if I do this, what does it mean?"
"I'm going to be a very powerful man one day," he says, and she thinks he's never looked so young, so vulnerable. "Don't piss me off, Chloe."
She kisses him, pulls his head towards her and battles him all teeth and tongue. She lets go of his head and unbuttons his shirt, and he slides his hands under hers. Makes tiny scratches with his nails along her skin and she sighs. She pushes his shirt down his shoulders, and kisses the path it makes. Licks his skin and tastes salt and dirt. She spits.
"Ugh," she says, and flops back onto the bed. He laughs and uses the opportunity to unbutton her pants and draw them down her legs. He kisses the skin below her belly button and she shivers.
He finishes undressing himself. "This bit's always awkward, huh?" Chloe says, and he smiles.
"It gets easier," he replies, and she sits up. She wishes she wasn't quite so young, so fresh, so recently into the world. Not exactly prime reporter material. He sits back on the bed.
"Having second thoughts?" he asks, and she pushes him onto his back.
"No," she says, and straddles him. Rubs against him and rises up before sinking down, taking him inside her. He groans.
"Been awhile for you too, huh?" she asks, and he grins.
He touches her as she rides him, and she pushes hard, pushes fast, until she shudders around him and leans forward. Moans softly into his shoulder.
"Okay," he says, and kisses her forehead.
He holds her tight, and in the silence she hears heavy rain.
She glances up, and watches the shower of meteors through the window.
She shuts her eyes.
END
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Love the combative angstiness.
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I like this line:
"I'm going to be a very powerful man one day," he says, and she thinks he's never looked so young, so vulnerable. "Don't piss me off, Chloe."
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He IS going to be a powerful man one day. And it will be GREAT.
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But now I feel ashamed because for some reason that I cannot even fathom I do not have a Chloe/Lex icon currently with which to comment on this fic.
I am aghast and saddened.
Also, I am taking and like a trained poodle as a shoutout and there's nothing you can do to stop me.
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i enjoyed this.
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"Shame you're in love with a man who doesn't love you back," he says, and rests a heavy hand on her shoulder.
If that doesn't just sum up everything twisted and hot and fucked up about Chloe/Lex I don't know what does. Fantastic story! Loved it to pieces.
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I love Chloe/Lex. I love Lex with just about anyone, actually. Sigh.
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*licks*
love love love. swoon. lex is so hot. i miss seeing him on the telly. i haven't even seen s3.
thanks for tasty goodness!
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Ok, now i beg for more:
This pairing is not only right in every single way possible, it's so so under-written. Please make that end. Your writing is tight, lovely, and fluid. Your Lex peeks through the veneer he has in the show and swerves towards the man in the comics, and that's just brilliant! (as I said in other fb to you already) Your Chloe, oh, poor girl. You treat her with respect and let her have attitude but don't fool around with the truth that she generally gets played by everyone else around her.
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And yeah, this is a pairing I'm currently writing. I've written a couple more Chloe and Lex fics in the last year or so, over here, if you're interested. Not to pimp myself, but you did ask for more, so.
I'm really glad you've enjoyed these. Of all the pairings/characters I'm writing at the moment, Chloe and Lex (not just as a pairing, but also as characters) brings me the most joy. They're so complex (for all those reasons I detailed in the other comment), and so few people want to read (and write) about them, which is super annoying.
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