Title: A Little
More
Fandom:
Smallville
Pairing: Chlionel
Prompt: #7. Days.
Word Count: 1053
Rating: PG13 -
(Implied sex and Vulgar language)
Author's Notes: Future Fic.
Spoilers up to Season 5. A day in
the life of Chloe and Lionel.
A Little More
Lionel Luthor was a bastard.
A self serving class A bastard.
Chloe lay on her back staring up at the dark material draped
across the top of the four poster bed like a canopy. Her arms were stretched out to her sides, her
legs in an open "v". From her current
position on her back she could hear the sound of the water running; imagine the
spray of the shower beating down against scarred flesh.
She was sure she'd dug her nails into his back hard enough
to wound this time.
The previous scars caused by her nails hadn't been made in
an attempt to hurt him. This time she'd
made sure she scratched deep enough for little droplets of blood to form. To hurt him on the outside, just as she was
hurt on the inside.
***
Chloe Sullivan was a bitch.
A conceited, can't-leave-well-enough-to-do-alone bitch.
Lionel leaned his head back under the spray of the shower
and shook his head to clear his eyes of the water that pummeled his face.
He'd do better to remember that it wasn't that long ago that
she'd been a key part in the investigation of him that had given him jail
time. And not too long after that he'd
sat in his cell, waiting for the day that he could ruin her life. After all, paybacks were indeed due in their
own time.
The only problem was that by the time he got around to
resuming their little cat and mouse games she'd been a grown up and had been
ready to deal with whatever he'd thrown at her.
He turned around so that his back was exposed to the
scalding water.
He'd initiated many attempts at getting under her skin,
scaring her off, making her pay.
Eventually he'd resorted to the only tactic he thought would work.
Instead of scaring her off he'd sealed some bond between
them and they'd fallen into the routine that resulted with her in his bed and
him between her legs.
Occasionally she'd feed his ego enough to let him give her
the privilege of being on top. Her
thighs spread wide to fit over his hips, her velvet pussy clenching around
him. Drawing him so deep inside of her
he was sure he'd touched something that was still infantile.
He'd meant to ruin her life.
In the end he'd only ruined his own.
***
Chloe rolled her head back and forth on the bed in hopes of
loosening the kinks in her neck.
"Would you stop that, you're shaking the whole
bed."
Chloe rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him.
"I saw that."
Chloe frowned and peeked up at him from where she was laying
spread out.
"You'll give yourself lines."
She huffed and pushed herself up on her elbows, looking over
his shoulder at what he was doing on his side of the bed. He was less than a foot away from her and yet
she was lonely. It never changed. What she'd give to feel his heat, but he
never let her. So she decided to comment
to his last words.
"Lines aren't bad.
They give a person character."
Lionel raised an amused brow and looked over his shoulder at
her from where he was laying on his side.
"I don't think the masses of plastic surgeons in Metropolis would
agree with you."
Chloe scooted closer to him and propped her chin up on his
side, right above his rib cage.
"Well I'm not going to do anything about them if they pop up. I'd consider myself lucky not to look stiff
as a board just like everyone else in this god forsaken hole."
Lionel laughed outright and went back to reading his
quarterly reports as Chloe fell onto her back on the other side of the
mattress.
***
"Lionel."
Lionel ignored her voice from behind his eyelids. It was well past
"Lionel."
Chloe's whisper went unanswered in the darkness of their
master bedroom in the penthouse suite on the top floor of the LuthorCorp
building. She decided he must be asleep
because his breathing was still fixed and even and by now he'd have been
aggravated with her enough to let down his guard.
She caught her lower lip between her teeth as she decided to
say the words that had been building up within her for most of the day.
"I love you."
After the words were out and spoken into the cavernous room,
Chloe rolled over onto her side, facing away from the torture of never hearing
those words spoken out to her. Sometimes
she cursed the person who said you couldn't help who you fell in love
with. God knew it was true.
She let a few tears slip out, choked back the need to
sniffle and closed her eyes, waiting for sleep to claim her.
Beside her Lionel kept hearing her voice over and over
again. Her statement had been just
that. Her tone of voice near the end
hadn't picked up as if it were a question.
If Chloe was anything, it was clear and precise. He knew she wouldn't have said it if she
didn't believe it.
He, on the other hand, waited for the "...but" to
follow it. It never came. He heard her breathing even out and inhaled a
ragged breath, torn about what to do.
He was sure he loved her in some sick and twisted way. But that wasn't what Chloe deserved.
No matter how many names they called each other there was a
modicum of love present but he'd never once thought of saying those words out
loud.
Instead he turned over and cradled her body to his, wrapping
her in his arms and pressing his chest to her back. His mouth formed the words silently against
the skin at the nape of her neck and he was sure she was subconsciously aware
of what he was trying to tell her as she sighed and wriggled back against him
until her body locked to his.
A few more days maybe, and he would be able to say those
words to her.
If only he could have a few more days.
The End