"It's the middle of May. It shouldn't be ninety freaking degrees." Chloe flopped over on her back, fanning herself with a notebook. "Welcome to global warming."
"Moving to Antarctica sounds good right about now," Pete agreed. "Clark, what do you think?"
The farmboy in question shrugged. "I don't mind the heat so much," he said. "I guess I'm used to it."
Chloe glared at him. "I could really hate you," she grumbled.
Clark grinned. "Yeah, but it'd take too much energy in this heat."
She would have thrown something at him but the only thing handy was her notebook, and that was serving as a fan. So she settled for making a face instead.
Her phone rang, startling all three of them. "Hello?" she said.
"Afternoon," Lex's lazy purr said in her ear.
"Hi there," she said lightly. "To what do I owe the honor of this phone call?"
"Thought I'd see if you wanted to come skinny-dipping. The pool up at the manor's open, and we might as well use it."
"Mmm." Chloe smiled. "I'd love to, only I'm not alone."
"Can't ditch the toothsome twosome?"
"Nope." Chloe had to hide a laugh at Lex's phrase. "Fraid not."
"Hmm. Then invite them as well--and Lana, since Clark needs someone to moon over who isn't you."
"Hey!" Chloe protested, laughing. "He wouldn't anyway."
"Then he's blind," Lex said matter-of-factly.
"He is not." Behind her, Chloe could tell Clark and Pete were wondering who she was talking to. Well, maybe Clark knew, but Pete didn't.
"Don't bother bringing a suit," Lex told her. "I've got one for you."
"Yes, it's safe to wear in public." His voice dropped to a purr. "The fun's in taking it off later."
"We'll see about that," she said lightly. "So what time?"
"Say around three?"
"Sounds good." Chloe clicked off the phone and turned to the guys. "Wanna go swimming?" she asked with a grin.
"Come on in," Lex said, showing in the four of them. "The pool's this way."
"I can't thank you enough for this, Lex," Lana said fervently. "I think I was about to melt."
"You weren't the only one," Chloe added. "Note my coloring."
"Wimps," Clark said good-naturedly. "It's just a little heat."
Everyone else--including Lex--turned to stare at him. "Do you have ice in your veins or something?" Pete asked.
"Or should we be worried about you turning into another Sean?" Chloe added. "Once was enough, thank you. I have no real desire to be trapped in a freezing pool with a maniac out to suck my body heat."
"What about a man out to do other things?" Lex murmured in her ear, so quietly no one else could hear. She rolled her eyes at him.
They reached the pool and split up to go change; there were two curtained areas on either side for their convenience. Lana stripped off her shirt and shorts, revealing a simple blue tank. "I didn't want to waste time," she admitted.
"Go on out, then--I'll be there in a sec." Chloe reached for the bag containing the suit Lex had left her, irrationally not wanting Lana there when she saw it.
"Okay." Lana ducked out and Chloe opened the bag nervously.
"Well," she said, looking at it. "That's not so bad." It was a two-piece, patterned in green and blue, and while the top was a little skimpier than she liked, the bottom was a bikini under a sarong-type skirt. Fortunately, the skirt was firmly attached to the suit. She squirmed into it and looked down at herself. Lex would love it--although he knew Pete didn't know about them yet.
Which would make things interesting...
She was the last one into the pool, which wasn't surprising. Clark had on a pair of red trunks, Pete's were blue and white, and Lex--Chloe ducked underwater to avoid embarrassing herself by turning bright red. Lex was wearing a black. Speedo.
Was he trying to kill her?
"Uh--nice suit," Clark said awkwardly when she came up. She grinned at him and pushed her hair back.
"Glad you like it." Chloe turned around in the water, ostensibly to tease him. But she knew better--and from the heat in his eyes, so did Lex.
The five of them swam and played around in the water for hours before dragging themselves out. It was sheer torture, Chloe thought. Being so close to a near-naked Lex and not being able to even touch him. But oh, when she got him alone...
"All right," Lana said around six. "I think I'm officially a prune."
"Nah, you're the wrong color," Chloe told her.
Lana laughed and wrung out her hair. "Seriously. Lex, this has been wonderful, but I've got to get going."
"I'll take you home," Clark said instantly. "Pete, you need a ride too?"
"Sure, man. Thanks."
"Chloe, are you coming?" Lana asked as the three of them went to go put on clothes.
She smiled and shook her head. "No--you go on, I'll catch up later."
Pete, thankfully, hadn't heard. Hopefully he wouldn't notice she wasn't there until they were gone.
"So," Lex said, sliding back into the pool. "What was it I said about your suit?"
Chloe smiled and sat on the edge, dangling her legs in the water. "I don't remember," she teased.
"Really." He was walking toward her, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Let's see if I can jog your memory."
"Hmm?" Chloe leaned back on her hands, idly swinging one foot.
He drew her head down and kissed her; she slid forward to drape her arms over his shoulders. "Lex, wait--I probably taste like chlorine and I'm all wet," she protested, laughing, when his mouth moved to her neck. "And--oh--anyone could come in--"
His hands were busy untying the straps of her top; it fell off into her lap. "Lex--" Chloe was still protesting weakly, laughing and swatting at his hands. "Lex, I'm all wet!"
One of his hands cupped her between her legs. "So you are," he murmured before his head bent to her breasts.
She was still laughing, but she arched into his mouth, her hands running over his scalp and his shoulders. "Oh--"
She yelped and pushed Lex away, fumbling with her top to cover herself. "Pete?" she managed, trying to tie it before giving up and clutching it to her breasts.
He was standing there, staring at the two of them with a completely shocked look on his face. "Chloe, what the fuck are you doing?" he demanded.
"I--uh--" Chloe shot a panicked glance at Lex, who wasn't being very helpful. He'd moved closer to her, resting his hands on her thighs, and was looking at Pete with an expression she could only identify as 'mine'. The macho thing was so not what she needed at the moment. "Can we talk about this later?" she said desperately.
"When?" Pete said bitterly. "When you're done fucking him?"
"Pete! It's my life, not yours!"
"How the hell could you do this, Chloe? For Christ's sake--he's twenty-one and you're sixteen, he's your dad's boss, and he's a Luthor!" Of the three, Pete left no mistake that the last was the worst.
"And when did you become the expert on all things Luthor?" Chloe snapped. "Get it through that dense blob you call a brain--Lex's dad screwed your family. Not him."
Pete glared at her. "Right. His dad screwed mine and now he's screwing you." He shook his head. "He's nothing but a user, Chloe. He'll use you until he gets tired of you and then he'll throw you away."
Chloe stared at him in shock. "You think--I--we--" To her horror, she began to cry.
Lex hoisted himself out of the pool in one smooth movement. "Get out," he gritted, his voice like ice. "Get out now and don't ever come back."
"Oh, I don't plan on it." Pete spun around and strode away angrily.
Chloe desperately tried to stop crying, rubbing at her eyes so hard they stung. Lex knelt next to her, draping a towel around her shoulders. He rubbed her back gently, not saying anything.
Eventually she choked her sobs back and huddled in the towel. "I should go," she said, wiping her eyes on the terrycloth.
"No," he told her. "If you leave now you'll never come back."
"Would that be such a bad thing?" she asked bitterly.
Lex caught her chin and turned her head to look at him. "Yes," he said.
She blinked at him speechlessly for a moment. "But--I thought--this wasn't--I mean--"
"I'm not giving you up," he said simply. "Especially not like this."
Chloe ran out of words and just stared at him.
He settled next to her, brushing a lock of hair off her face. "You make me feel alive, Chloe. Ever since Clark saved my life, I've been wondering why I came back. What I was supposed to be doing. I could have died that day, Chloe. I didn't." Lex was quiet for a moment. "I still don't know why I came back. But--you make me feel as though there really was a reason behind it."
She swallowed, reaching out for his hand. "Lex--this has gone beyond friendship, hasn't it?" she said softly.
He smiled a little and kissed the back of her hand. "Is that so bad?"
"I guess not," she admitted, leaning close to kiss him. His hand cupped the back of her head, drawing her closer.
"So alive," Lex murmured against her lips. "So amazingly, beautifully alive." He shifted her onto her back, pressing her down gently against the tiles. "Do you know what I feel like when I make love to you?" he asked, stretching out over her.
Chloe shook her head, reaching up with one hand to smooth the side of his face. "Tell me," she said softly.
"Where do you want me to start?" he asked, kneeling so his weight wasn't crushing her. "With your mouth? How it's so warm and sweet and generous that every time I look at you I want to kiss you? Or I remember your mouth wrapped around me and I feel as though I'm sixteen again?" His thumb skimmed over her lips; she drew it into her mouth, sucking gently.
"And your throat," Lex continued softly. "It's smooth and slender and if I kiss you here--" his finger brushed over her carotid--"I can feel your heart beating under my mouth."
His words were making her flush with a combination of arousal and embarrassment. "It's like having a tiny bird fluttering against me," he said, his hands sliding down her chest to rest over her breasts. "When I'm with you I think I can fly."
"Lex--" Chloe reached up for him, her hands gripping his upper arms. "You make me fly," she whispered.
Lex's hands skimmed down her stomach, smoothing over her thighs. "So soft," he said quietly. "You're so soft against me--so feminine. And no one sees that but me, do they?"
She shook her head, her legs falling open at his touch. "No," she admitted.
"No one sees you the way I do, Chloe. The way you look when your head falls back for me and you're whimpering under me, begging me to let you come--no one would imagine that the ever-articulate Torch reporter could be so incoherent." Lex rested one hand flat against her belly, right below her navel. "And as much as I love listening to you talk, I sometimes think I like you best when you're reduced to moans and whimpers."
"Hey!" she protested lightly.
He laid a finger over her lips. "It's because that part of you is mine and mine alone," he said quietly.
"Since when did you get so possessive?" she asked, noticing she was a bit breathless.
He peeled her suit bottom off, his hands warm against her skin. "Since I had you on my lap and watched you stroke yourself until you came. Or since the first time I sank into you and felt you hot and sleek and snug around me. I'm not sure."
She couldn't help it; she whimpered at his words.
"You asked me to be your first lover--why, Chloe? Why me?"
"You want me to think?" she complained.
Lex smiled, sliding one finger deep inside her. She cried out softly and clenched around it, biting her lip. "Why me?" he asked, teasing her with his finger.
"Oh, God, I don't--" Chloe closed her eyes. "Because you don't want me to be anyone else," she gasped. "You want me."
"More like need," he muttered, bending down to kiss her. She wound her arms around his neck and pulled him down, wanting his weight on her. He resisted long enough to strip off his suit before settling against her. "I want to be inside you, Chloe. Now."
"Yes--oh, Lex, do it--" Chloe spread her legs for him, feeling him press against her. She spared one quick thought to praise the inventor of the Pill and then he was entering her, hard and hot and filling her and it was so good she sobbed, digging her fingers into his shoulders.
His hands were on her legs, pushing them up and back, her knees almost at her shoulders. It was an almost painful stretch but she didn't care because in this position he was so deep in her she thought she'd taste it when he came, and they were moving together, harder and faster and she felt him gasping for breath against her neck and it was so good, so amazing...
...and all she felt was heat and need and pressure and her eyes were squeezed shut and she was begging him for more, her nails clawing at his shoulders, desperate for release...
...and she wailed and bucked up under him, shuddering with her orgasm, right before he groaned and she felt him come, hot liquid pulsing deep into her.
Once her brain cleared a little, she thought vaguely that she'd have an interesting pattern of lines on her butt from the tiles. And she was half cold from the ceramic, half warm from Lex's body on hers. But moving was a little beyond her capabilities at the moment.
Lex was murmuring something absently; she turned her head to listen more carefully. "The sun," he said, barely audible. "Next time we're flying to the sun."
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