Chlex Fanfic: Orchestrato, Chapter 12
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Title: Orchestrato
Author: BabyDee1
Pairing: Chlex
Rating: NC-17 *finally!* Do not read if you are under 18
Warnings: Some chronology-shifting with the events of Episode 4.1 (Gone)
Timeline: Safehouse Summer of Love, End of Season 3/Beginning of 4
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Lex inexplicably bonds with Chloe whilst keeping her survival a secret from the world
Feedback: …makes me squee. :)
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 12
She was naked.
Lex’s jaw dropped and he stared, transfixed, at Chloe’s naked body. The vague glimpses he’d gotten of her silhouette earlier had certainly been tempting, and he’d gotten the one glance at her when he’d moved her to the mansion from the safehouse…but nothing had prepared him for this; this vision of…of loveliness.
A small part of his brain warned him that he should be discouraging her, but he suddenly found himself robbed of all speech and more sexually aroused than he had ever been in his life. The tilt of her breasts with their perfect pink nipples; the curve of her hips, the shadowy triangle between her thighs…everything about her was pure perfection. She was more gorgeous and alluring than he could have ever thought possible, and he just couldn’t take his eyes off her.
He also couldn’t stop the blood from surging through his veins, which in turn triggered the toxins and intense pain throughout his body.
She took a tentative step towards him, and he suddenly snapped out of his trance.
“Chloe-” his voice was low and gravelly, and he immediately cleared his throat and started again. “Chloe, we shouldn’t-”
“Yes, we should.” She took another step, and he tried again to protest.
“You’re too young for this,” he insisted. “You’re only seventeen-”
“I’m old enough to know what I want,” she whispered. “And I want you, Lex.”
“That’s just the alcohol talking,” he replied, trying to make light of it. “That’s it - no more after-dinner drinks for you, young lady.”
“I’m not a child, Lex, and I know you don’t honestly think this is down to a couple of glasses of wine,” she replied quietly. “This has been building for months, and you know it.”
She got to the foot of the bed, and his gaze immediately dropped to her breasts. She caught him staring, and blushed; but she also took it as a positive sign, because she then proceeded to climb into his bed.
“Chloe-” He inched backwards until his back was right up against the bedframe, and forced himself to focus on her face. “Chloe, we can’t do this.”
“Give me one good reason why not.”
“I’ll give you two,” he said firmly, grabbing her shoulders as crawled over him. “You’re underage, and you’ve been drinking. If anything happened between us, I’d be taking advantage of you.”
“You’re not the one taking advantage; I am.” She straddled him and settled in his lap, and his erection pressed up against her intimately.
“You’re a minor,” he insisted. Stop looking at her breasts, you pervert. “And I’m old enough to know better.”
“But you want me, Lex. I know you do.”
Well. He couldn’t exactly deny it, not with the evidence of his desire nestled firmly against her moist heat.
“Chloe, please,” he whispered. Her hand dropped to his thigh, and the rest of his protests died away as her palm inched higher.
There were too many reasons not to do this. She was a minor, a witness in his father’s trial which was just a few days away. He didn’t think she was drunk, but she had been drinking, which would certainly affect her judgement. Last but not least, there was the very real threat to his health that physical intimacy could cause; he was well aware that sex could quite easily induce a heart attack and kill him.
Yes, there were countless reasons why he shouldn’t do this.
And each and every one of those reasons disappeared into thin air the moment she wrapped her hand around the throbbing hardness in his lap.
***
Pleasure seared through him like fire as Chloe squeezed his turgid flesh in her palm. She ran her hand up and down his length, and the warmth of her palm through the silk against his skin caused a reluctant groan to escape his throat.
“You like that?” she murmured.
Oh God, he liked it; liked it very much. She continued caressing him, and as the pleasure escalated so did the pain from his increased heart rate. The harder he got, the tighter his chest got, until the pain became almost unbearable.
Reluctantly he rested his hand over hers and took a deep breath.
“Chloe, you need to stop that,” he said hoarsely. “We need to stop…”
She used her other hand to push down the waistband of his pyjama pants, and his erection sprang free. He watched helplessly she grasped and stroked his bare flesh, her eyes widening as he pulsed hotly in her hand like a live wire.
And then she shifted and lowered her head towards his lap, and he felt the soft brush of her lips on the broad head of his shaft.
Lex sucked in a harsh breath as her lips parted and her tongue slid wetly on his heated flesh. She licked him again, over and over, her tongue stroking more boldly and with increasing confidence, and he clenched a fist in the sheets as the pleasure and pain increased.
God, he must be some sort of masochist.
“Tell me what you like,” she whispered against his straining flesh. “Tell me how to make it good for you, Lex.”
A tremor coursed through him as her tongue continued its intimate teasing, and he could feel sweat breaking out on his skin. Christ, but she was doing a good enough job all on her own. Anything more, and he was going to need CPR.
Her tongue traced circles around the tip, and then her mouth surrounded him and gently sucked the smooth head of his cock into her mouth. Lex gritted his teeth in pleasurable agony, grinding his teeth as her golden head bobbed between his legs and the pressure of her mouth increased.
It was good; so good…and so lethal. He resigned himself to the fact that he would probably lose his life before the night was over, but by God, if he was going to die, he wanted to have been inside her at least once. If he were thinking rationally, it would have occurred to him that Chloe would be completely traumatised if he did happen to die on top of her, and his father’s trial would be completely derailed by his death.
But all rational thought was far from him by this time, drowned out in a torrent of physical desire.
With a groan, he lifted her off of him and gently laid her on her back. She stared up at him, her eyes wide with worry.
“Didn’t you like it?” she asked. “I did it wrong, didn’t I?”
He breathed deeply and eventually managed to find his voice to answer her query.
“I loved it, Chloe; a whole lot more than I should have,” he whispered, stroking her cheek tenderly. “But I want to make you feel good, too. Would you like that?”
She nodded shyly. “Yes, Lex; I’d like that very much.”
So would he. He tilted her chin up with one finger and gently claimed her lips with his, clinging softly before releasing them and gazing at her intently.
“Our first kiss,” he said huskily.
She smiled. “I loved it.”
“Me, too.” He kissed her again; light, gentle touches of his mouth that slowly coaxed her lips apart. She kissed him back, gasping as his tongue sought entrance to her mouth. He stroked and teased her tongue with his, and his hand swept slowly up her body until he had one breast firmly in his hand.
He flicked his thumb over her taught nipple and she gasped in surprise, breaking the kiss. He smiled and kissed his way down her neck, and her breathing got shallower and shallower as his mouth travelled the slope of her breast and surrounded her nipple. He sucked gently, and she cried out and arched her back, her responses deepening as he increased the suction pressure of his mouth.
He worked one knee between her thighs, effectively parting them. Without moving his mouth from her breast he caressed the other one with teasing fingers, then trailed them all the way down to her navel and beyond.
“Please,” she gasped, writing beneath him. “Please touch me.”
He loved her ardent responses to his touch, and was more than happy to comply. He brushed his fingers between her thighs, finding her curls damp with the evidence of her desire. He parted her thighs wider and slipped one finger deep inside her moist core. Her insides tightened around the single digit and her hips moved in counterpoint to his gently thrusting hand, creating a heat and friction that roused an urgency in him to be intimately joined with her. He managed to hold himself in check by pressing his cock against her smooth thigh while he focused on giving her pleasure. He rotated his thumb over the slick, swollen nub at the apex of her thighs, determined to give her as much pleasure as possible.
Her breathing quickened as his hand moved on her; her body tensed, and suddenly she cried out and arched her back as her orgasm tore through her. She clung tightly to him, and he felt the hot pulsing of her body around his finger, a prelude to the pleasure that beckoned.
As soon the tension eased from her body, he positioned himself over her and nudged her slick flesh with his broad tip. Her eyelids fluttered open and she gazed up at him expectantly. His eyes bore into hers, watching her pupils darken as he teased her sensitive flesh with the head of his shaft.
“Make love to me,” she whispered, tilting her hips towards him and clasping his thighs with her hips.
His heart pumped fiercely - painfully - as he remained poised on the brink of intimate connection. With a loud groan he flexed his hips and drove into her, completely driven by desire.
And then she cried out in pain, and her whole body went tense.
***
She was a virgin.
Lex closed his eyes and mentally cursed himself. In all the excitement, pleasure and pain, the thought that she might be a virgin had completely skipped his mind.
Immediately he stilled, but it was too late; the thin membrane had already been breached.
“Damn it,” he muttered. It had been on his mind from the moment she’d dropped her robe and walked towards him. He hadn’t known for sure whether she was a virgin or not, but it had always been his intention to be gentle with her.
She moaned again, clearly in pain, and he stroked her hair and tenderly kissed her forehead.
“I’m so sorry, Chloe; I wanted it to be good for you,” he began, but she shook her head wildly.
“My heart,” she gasped. “My heart…”
“Your heart?” he echoed, confused.
“It hurts,” she wheezed. “Aaahh…”
He froze, and suddenly it hit him: the pain that had been flooding his own body mere moments ago was gone. And in some bizarre twist, Chloe was now somehow suffering his symptoms.
He blinked in shock. What the hell had just happened?
Her face contorted in pain, and he immediately started to lift himself off of her, but she stopped him by clinging to his shoulders.
“Wait…I think it’s going,” she whispered. She breathed deeply and began to relax, and the frown slowly faded from her face.
“Wow,” she said in a daze. “What was that all about?”
He couldn’t answer, as he was suddenly robbed of all speech; but deep down he knew what had happened.
She healed me, he thought wildly. My God, she healed me.
***
Chapter 13…
I'm back with sexy Chlexy times, WOOT!!!
Enjoy. Rated NC-17, so please go elsewhere if you are not of age. Thanks.
And check out my amazing new banner by the lovely chleansmile! Thanks very much for this wonderful gift, Sunny - I love it. :-) *huggles*
Title: Orchestrato
Author: BabyDee1
Pairing: Chlex
Rating: NC-17 *finally!* Do not read if you are under 18
Warnings: Some chronology-shifting with the events of Episode 4.1 (Gone)
Timeline: Safehouse Summer of Love, End of Season 3/Beginning of 4
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Lex inexplicably bonds with Chloe whilst keeping her survival a secret from the world
Feedback: …makes me squee. :)
Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 12
She was naked.
Lex’s jaw dropped and he stared, transfixed, at Chloe’s naked body. The vague glimpses he’d gotten of her silhouette earlier had certainly been tempting, and he’d gotten the one glance at her when he’d moved her to the mansion from the safehouse…but nothing had prepared him for this; this vision of…of loveliness.
A small part of his brain warned him that he should be discouraging her, but he suddenly found himself robbed of all speech and more sexually aroused than he had ever been in his life. The tilt of her breasts with their perfect pink nipples; the curve of her hips, the shadowy triangle between her thighs…everything about her was pure perfection. She was more gorgeous and alluring than he could have ever thought possible, and he just couldn’t take his eyes off her.
He also couldn’t stop the blood from surging through his veins, which in turn triggered the toxins and intense pain throughout his body.
She took a tentative step towards him, and he suddenly snapped out of his trance.
“Chloe-” his voice was low and gravelly, and he immediately cleared his throat and started again. “Chloe, we shouldn’t-”
“Yes, we should.” She took another step, and he tried again to protest.
“You’re too young for this,” he insisted. “You’re only seventeen-”
“I’m old enough to know what I want,” she whispered. “And I want you, Lex.”
“That’s just the alcohol talking,” he replied, trying to make light of it. “That’s it - no more after-dinner drinks for you, young lady.”
“I’m not a child, Lex, and I know you don’t honestly think this is down to a couple of glasses of wine,” she replied quietly. “This has been building for months, and you know it.”
She got to the foot of the bed, and his gaze immediately dropped to her breasts. She caught him staring, and blushed; but she also took it as a positive sign, because she then proceeded to climb into his bed.
“Chloe-” He inched backwards until his back was right up against the bedframe, and forced himself to focus on her face. “Chloe, we can’t do this.”
“Give me one good reason why not.”
“I’ll give you two,” he said firmly, grabbing her shoulders as crawled over him. “You’re underage, and you’ve been drinking. If anything happened between us, I’d be taking advantage of you.”
“You’re not the one taking advantage; I am.” She straddled him and settled in his lap, and his erection pressed up against her intimately.
“You’re a minor,” he insisted. Stop looking at her breasts, you pervert. “And I’m old enough to know better.”
“But you want me, Lex. I know you do.”
Well. He couldn’t exactly deny it, not with the evidence of his desire nestled firmly against her moist heat.
“Chloe, please,” he whispered. Her hand dropped to his thigh, and the rest of his protests died away as her palm inched higher.
There were too many reasons not to do this. She was a minor, a witness in his father’s trial which was just a few days away. He didn’t think she was drunk, but she had been drinking, which would certainly affect her judgement. Last but not least, there was the very real threat to his health that physical intimacy could cause; he was well aware that sex could quite easily induce a heart attack and kill him.
Yes, there were countless reasons why he shouldn’t do this.
And each and every one of those reasons disappeared into thin air the moment she wrapped her hand around the throbbing hardness in his lap.
***
Pleasure seared through him like fire as Chloe squeezed his turgid flesh in her palm. She ran her hand up and down his length, and the warmth of her palm through the silk against his skin caused a reluctant groan to escape his throat.
“You like that?” she murmured.
Oh God, he liked it; liked it very much. She continued caressing him, and as the pleasure escalated so did the pain from his increased heart rate. The harder he got, the tighter his chest got, until the pain became almost unbearable.
Reluctantly he rested his hand over hers and took a deep breath.
“Chloe, you need to stop that,” he said hoarsely. “We need to stop…”
She used her other hand to push down the waistband of his pyjama pants, and his erection sprang free. He watched helplessly she grasped and stroked his bare flesh, her eyes widening as he pulsed hotly in her hand like a live wire.
And then she shifted and lowered her head towards his lap, and he felt the soft brush of her lips on the broad head of his shaft.
Lex sucked in a harsh breath as her lips parted and her tongue slid wetly on his heated flesh. She licked him again, over and over, her tongue stroking more boldly and with increasing confidence, and he clenched a fist in the sheets as the pleasure and pain increased.
God, he must be some sort of masochist.
“Tell me what you like,” she whispered against his straining flesh. “Tell me how to make it good for you, Lex.”
A tremor coursed through him as her tongue continued its intimate teasing, and he could feel sweat breaking out on his skin. Christ, but she was doing a good enough job all on her own. Anything more, and he was going to need CPR.
Her tongue traced circles around the tip, and then her mouth surrounded him and gently sucked the smooth head of his cock into her mouth. Lex gritted his teeth in pleasurable agony, grinding his teeth as her golden head bobbed between his legs and the pressure of her mouth increased.
It was good; so good…and so lethal. He resigned himself to the fact that he would probably lose his life before the night was over, but by God, if he was going to die, he wanted to have been inside her at least once. If he were thinking rationally, it would have occurred to him that Chloe would be completely traumatised if he did happen to die on top of her, and his father’s trial would be completely derailed by his death.
But all rational thought was far from him by this time, drowned out in a torrent of physical desire.
With a groan, he lifted her off of him and gently laid her on her back. She stared up at him, her eyes wide with worry.
“Didn’t you like it?” she asked. “I did it wrong, didn’t I?”
He breathed deeply and eventually managed to find his voice to answer her query.
“I loved it, Chloe; a whole lot more than I should have,” he whispered, stroking her cheek tenderly. “But I want to make you feel good, too. Would you like that?”
She nodded shyly. “Yes, Lex; I’d like that very much.”
So would he. He tilted her chin up with one finger and gently claimed her lips with his, clinging softly before releasing them and gazing at her intently.
“Our first kiss,” he said huskily.
She smiled. “I loved it.”
“Me, too.” He kissed her again; light, gentle touches of his mouth that slowly coaxed her lips apart. She kissed him back, gasping as his tongue sought entrance to her mouth. He stroked and teased her tongue with his, and his hand swept slowly up her body until he had one breast firmly in his hand.
He flicked his thumb over her taught nipple and she gasped in surprise, breaking the kiss. He smiled and kissed his way down her neck, and her breathing got shallower and shallower as his mouth travelled the slope of her breast and surrounded her nipple. He sucked gently, and she cried out and arched her back, her responses deepening as he increased the suction pressure of his mouth.
He worked one knee between her thighs, effectively parting them. Without moving his mouth from her breast he caressed the other one with teasing fingers, then trailed them all the way down to her navel and beyond.
“Please,” she gasped, writing beneath him. “Please touch me.”
He loved her ardent responses to his touch, and was more than happy to comply. He brushed his fingers between her thighs, finding her curls damp with the evidence of her desire. He parted her thighs wider and slipped one finger deep inside her moist core. Her insides tightened around the single digit and her hips moved in counterpoint to his gently thrusting hand, creating a heat and friction that roused an urgency in him to be intimately joined with her. He managed to hold himself in check by pressing his cock against her smooth thigh while he focused on giving her pleasure. He rotated his thumb over the slick, swollen nub at the apex of her thighs, determined to give her as much pleasure as possible.
Her breathing quickened as his hand moved on her; her body tensed, and suddenly she cried out and arched her back as her orgasm tore through her. She clung tightly to him, and he felt the hot pulsing of her body around his finger, a prelude to the pleasure that beckoned.
As soon the tension eased from her body, he positioned himself over her and nudged her slick flesh with his broad tip. Her eyelids fluttered open and she gazed up at him expectantly. His eyes bore into hers, watching her pupils darken as he teased her sensitive flesh with the head of his shaft.
“Make love to me,” she whispered, tilting her hips towards him and clasping his thighs with her hips.
His heart pumped fiercely - painfully - as he remained poised on the brink of intimate connection. With a loud groan he flexed his hips and drove into her, completely driven by desire.
And then she cried out in pain, and her whole body went tense.
***
She was a virgin.
Lex closed his eyes and mentally cursed himself. In all the excitement, pleasure and pain, the thought that she might be a virgin had completely skipped his mind.
Immediately he stilled, but it was too late; the thin membrane had already been breached.
“Damn it,” he muttered. It had been on his mind from the moment she’d dropped her robe and walked towards him. He hadn’t known for sure whether she was a virgin or not, but it had always been his intention to be gentle with her.
She moaned again, clearly in pain, and he stroked her hair and tenderly kissed her forehead.
“I’m so sorry, Chloe; I wanted it to be good for you,” he began, but she shook her head wildly.
“My heart,” she gasped. “My heart…”
“Your heart?” he echoed, confused.
“It hurts,” she wheezed. “Aaahh…”
He froze, and suddenly it hit him: the pain that had been flooding his own body mere moments ago was gone. And in some bizarre twist, Chloe was now somehow suffering his symptoms.
He blinked in shock. What the hell had just happened?
Her face contorted in pain, and he immediately started to lift himself off of her, but she stopped him by clinging to his shoulders.
“Wait…I think it’s going,” she whispered. She breathed deeply and began to relax, and the frown slowly faded from her face.
“Wow,” she said in a daze. “What was that all about?”
He couldn’t answer, as he was suddenly robbed of all speech; but deep down he knew what had happened.
She healed me, he thought wildly. My God, she healed me.
***
Chapter 13…