Chlex Fanfic: Façade
Title: Façade
Author: BabyDee1
Pairing: Chlex
Rating: NC-17 so no minors, please
Warnings: Sexual content
Timeline: Season 4's Transference
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Instead of Lionel, it's Lex that swaps bodies with Clark. Under cover as Clark, Lex sets his sights on Chloe!
Feedback: …makes me squee. :)
PS: Many, many thanks to iluvaqt, who came up with this awesome banner literally within minutes! *huggles* ;-)
Written for phillydragonldy for the 2015 svsunkenships challenge. Be sure to check out the other amazing works on the Com!
Façade
Part I
It was the strangest sensation ever to be wearing somebody else’s body. But if ever there was a body that he absolutely had to inhabit, Clark’s would be the one he’d be happy to get into.
Lex smiled wryly at the double entendre. After finding himself in Clark’s skin, and seeing Clark wearing his own face and body, the two of them had decided to walk a day in each other’s shoes to see if they could discover what plan Lionel was hatching to get himself out of jail. Given that Lex and Chloe were the people who had teamed up to get him sent down, it was a safe bet that whatever Lionel had in store for them, it wouldn’t be very nice.
“You know all about my abilities now, Lex,” Clark had said as he’d led Lex out of the mansion. Clark looked at him, and Lex could see a strange vulnerability reflected in his own eyes through Clark’s influence. “Can I trust you with my secret?”
“Your secret’s safe with me, Clark; you have my word,” he’d promised, then grinned. “Your hair, on the other hand… not gonna lie, I’m pretty tempted to hold onto that.”
So whilst Clark was off investigating as him, Lex had gone to The Torch to scour Chloe’s computer for more information on Lionel. Or if he was honest with himself, it was to see what information she may have gleaned about him, Lex, that he wasn’t aware of. Heaven forbid she discover something about him that could end up on that freaky wall of hers.
He’d barely completed the thought when the object of his musings walked into the room. “Oh - hey, Clark,” she greeted. “Didn’t think anyone else was here so late.”
He cleared his throat. “Hello, Chloe. How’ve you been?”
She chuckled. “Pretty much the same since you saw me this morning, Clark,” she replied. “You, on the other hand, appear to have picked up a formal attitude to go with the clothing.”
He frowned. “Pardon me?”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about. ‘Pardon me?’” she mimicked. “From you, a simple ‘Huh?’ usually suffices.”
Busted. Well, almost. “I just… fancied a change,” he said, trying to sound more hesitant, like Clark.
“Fancied a change so much, you’re wearing your Sunday best on a school night,” she joked. “Something’s up. What gives?”
He paused. “Well, nothing in particular…”
“And your hair’s styled differently, too,” she continued, tilting her head curiously.
“Really?” he hedged. “What’s wrong with it?”
She shrugged. “I dunno; it looks like it was styled by your mom. What’s going on?”
He thought quickly about something to change the subject with, but her attention was suddenly occupied with the edge of the desk he’d accidentally vandalised when he’d leaned too hard against it.
“What happened to my desk?” she asked, leaning down to inspect the damage. The neckline of her blouse dipped, allowing him a glimpse of creamy cleavage.
He swallowed. “It was like that when I got here.”
“Huh. Weird.” She straightened and walked over to her wall of weird, and he studied with particular interest. Her lime green scoop-necked blouse sat high on her waist, leaving a delicious sliver of skin visible, and she wore a red belt on a brown corduroy skirt that clung most invitingly to her hips before swaying gently outward.
God, how he loved those hips. Especially when she bent over as she did now, to pick up some errant newspaper clippings that had floated to the floor. He thought of approaching her from behind and grinding his pelvis into her backside, and his pants suddenly became uncomfortably tight.
“You know, Chloe… I’m concerned for your well-being,” he began cautiously, finally connecting with his brain on the subject change.
“Really? Why?”
“Well, if Lionel Luthor managed somehow to suddenly get out of prison, what do you suppose he’ll do?” he queried. “About you, I mean?”
“Why?” she asked tartly. “Has the Lionel Luthor alert suddenly been elevated to orange, or do you know something I don’t?”
“No, nothing like that… but it always pays to be cautious.”
“Well, I’m not exactly shaking in my sneakers,” she continued blithely as she straightened. “I mean, he won’t be eligible for parole for a long while, yet.”
“You never know,” he said mysteriously, rising to his feet and slowly walking towards her. “He may be able to get out sooner than you think, and I’d like to be able to personally ensure your safety.”
He reached out and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, and her eyes widened in surprise; and arousal, he noticed with a thrill. She’d always had a thing for Clark, and with him paying her particular attention like this…
Well. She must feel like all her Christmases had come at once. Or at least, she would if she’d just drop her guard and give in to her baser nature.
“You know, I think our new star quarterback has been sacked one too many times,” she finally replied with a shaky laugh. She tried to step past him, but instead of stepping back he leaned into her, and she swallowed hard as he eased one thigh gently between hers.
“Maybe,” he said thoughtfully. “I do feel as if I’m looking through a different pair of eyes.”
“Oh yeah?” she said her voice uncharacteristically high, acutely aware of his solid presence. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
“I have to confess that I find you… absolutely fascinating,” Lex replied, quite honestly. There was just something so captivating about Chloe’s fresh, vibrant beauty and super-smart brain. The fact that she, unlike most girls, seemed completely unaware of the effect she had on men made him want her even more.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she protested. “There’s nothing remotely unremarkable about me.”
“I beg to differ,” he said, gazing at her from head to toe, practically undressing her with his eyes.
Her cheeks reddened. “Oh?”
“It’s that twinkle in your eye,” he continued lowly, stroking her face with a fingertip. “Not to mention your incredibly sexy smile. And your skin, which is as smooth as finely spun silk.”
He traced her lower lip with his thumb, and noticed with triumph that the pulse point in her neck was throbbing frantically. Whether she eventually gave into it or not, one thing was clear: she wanted this, and wanted it bad.
“Clark, what are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.
It took Lex a moment to remember that he was wearing Clark’s face and body, but he didn’t break stride. He inched his lower body forward until his pelvis was pressed flushed against hers, and she gasped as the solid ridge of his erection warmed her thigh and his lips brushed hers most tantalisingly.
“Something I’ve wanted to do for a very, very, very long time.” He tilted her chin up until her mouth was level with his, and slowly descended his head…
“Who are you?” she said harshly.
Her brusque tone broke the sensual haze and his eyes flickered open immediately.
“Who… what?”
“Whoever you are, you’re not Clark Kent.” She shoved him hard in the chest and he automatically stepped back, and she quickly put some distance between them.
“Chloe?” He stared in surprise as she reached into her bag and pulled out a taser, which she pointed straight at him.
“I asked you a question, you impostor,” she growled. “Who the fuck are you?”
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Part II…