Title: Sinfully Decadent
Author: Jinni (email@example.com)
Disclaimer: All things AtS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things Smallville belong to DC Comics, WB, et al.
Distribution: The normal places.
Author’s Notes: For houses, because I promised a little something involving Lex. . .and some chocolate. A sorta sequel to "Can't Recapture What We've Lost"
Summary: She knew the second she saw his tongue dart out that it was over for her.
She knew the second she saw his tongue dart out, licking over pale lips, that it was over for her. It passed over his lower lip, slowly licking away the remnants of the bite of cake he’d just taken; then on to the top lip, lingering over that little scar that she’d always wondered about and never dared to ask.
Funny, she thought with amusement, even as her body was heating up under his cool blue gaze; she’d asked about his hair back in the day, but never about the scar on his lip. The hair she knew about – the scar, that was still a mystery.
Actually, just about everything that made up Lex Luthor was a mystery to her. All that she had thought she had known about the man she had only formerly known only as a spoiled little rich boy had gone flying out the window over dinner earlier that week. He’d talked about life since ‘those days’, about the things he’d done. About almost dying when he unwittingly drove his car off a bridge. About his personal savior, by the name of Clark.
Okay, he’d talked about Clark a little too much for her own personal tastes. If she hadn’t known what a playboy he had been back in the day, she would have found herself wondering at his sexual orientation.
And yet she still felt like he was one big mystery – one that she might never crack fully.
“Did I miss a spot?”
“Huh?” Cordelia blinked, sitting up a little straighter. She looked away, a faint blush on her cheeks. Had she really been staring at him, watching him eat that cake?
Damn, yes, she had been doing just that. To say she hadn’t been wishing on some level that she –was- the cake would be lying, too.
“I said did I miss a spot?” His tone was teasing, and his eyes were dancing with amusement. Cordelia bit back a sharp retort and pasted a smile on her lips.
“No, sorry. Just zoned for a minute.”
Zoned thinking about that tongue, she told herself with a mental slap. Two dates and already she was hot to the idea of jumping in bed with him. To becoming that girl she’d always sworn she wouldn’t be. Two dates with this ‘new’ Lex Luthor and she was ready to find out if that earth-moving kiss all those years before had been anything other than overactive teenage hormones, of if there could have been something there. To give in to the idea that maybe, just maybe, one night with him would be enough to get this new desire out of her system.
And right now she was imagining chocolate kisses. Chocolate syrup. Chocolate ice cream. Chocolate cake, just like the piece he had for dessert.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Chocolate,” was her unthinking answer.
“Chocolate?” One pale eyebrow rose, his lips twisting into a smirk as he leaned back in his chair. He wiped his mouth, gesturing at what remained of the cake. “You could have ordered dessert.”
“Didn’t want any.”
“Yet now you’re ‘zoning’ while thinking of chocolate?”
She rolled her eyes at his amused smile, easily resisting the urge to tell him just what context she’d been imagining the chocolate in. Turning, the brunette glanced around the restaurant. Far from busy, they were practically the only ones there at the moment, outside of the staff. It was an intimate setting, in a place that was just this side of being out of her personal budget.
“Cordy, I’m beginning to feel. . .left out. Care to share your thoughts?”
“No.” she smiled brightly, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. She glanced down at her watch, faking the look of concern that crossed her face. “Oh, darn. I need to get back to the office. You know, boss waiting.”
“At eight o’clock in the evening?”
Damn his insufferable calmness, she growled in silent frustration. Sure, Angel was probably in the office, and he was most likely working, seeing as how he had little else to do, but that was beside the point. This had gone too far. Her and Lex, dating. Way too far. One time reminiscing like old friends would do, even though they were nothing of the sort. And now –
Now she was here, again, and she was fantasizing about licking chocolate icing off of that smooth scalp of his.
“My, my, Miss Chase. I didn’t know you had it in you.”
She said that – out loud?
Well, damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.
And then he was moving his chair even closer to hers, his thigh brushing up against a leg that was covered only in the thinnest of panty hose. She bit her lip, looking anywhere but him. Anywhere but that smirking face –
Lips! There were lips, on hers and –
Oh, damn damn damn damn damn damn damn. She opened her mouth to his tongue, tasting the lasting remnants of his chocolate cake as it gentle massaged her own, deepening the kiss with every sliding motion; until she thought that she might drown in it. This was what she’d felt all those years ago. The way he made her stomach turn over, as the butterflies took flight. That woozy feeling that passion brought with it.
She shifted, turning more so to face him when the kiss didn’t immediately end. A soft moan left her parted lips, swallowed wholly by his mouth. So sweet, so soft. And she was losing herself in it willingly, throwing caution to the wind. It was naïve to think this could lead to anything.
But she was trying really hard not to care.
Under the table their legs brushed again, his knee coming to rest between both of hers, pressing dangerously close to the warm wetness her panties had become. A warm stab of desire shot through her and now her mouth left his, her groan filling their little corner of the restaurant.
And with that sound the illusion shattered, and she came crashing back down. The feel of Lex’s fingers on thigh, squeezing gently, brought the lust again to the surface, only to be stamped down.
“We’re in a restaurant, Lex,” she whispered hoarsely, reaching for her water. Her lips felt swollen, rouged from the kisses he had lavished on her so willingly.
He looked away from her, turning his head slowly to glance around completely, before turning back to her. “It would appear that you’re right. Want to get out of here?”
Yes, and go home, her brain was telling her. Him to his and her to hers.
But that part of her brain that was trying to remain logical didn’t appear to be in control tonight.
Cordelia bit back a groan, soft lips traveling along her neck, leaving a trail of damp, tingling kisses with every motion they made on her skin. “Lex. . . .”
He had found that spot, right behind her ear, and her knees went weak, her body shifting back into his embrace. He was hard and ready, she could feel the evidence of such pressing against her ass as she leaned into him. Hands fumbling, she toyed with the box she still held, never having quite made it to the little kitchenette of his suite. She opened it now and pulled away, her lips quirking up in a smirk to rival the best of his. She lifted the lid, her mouth watering at the possibilities. Chocolate cake with chocolate icing, drenched in chocolate syrup.
With more ease than she felt, the brunette dragged her finger through the syrup pooling in the bottom of the takeout container, holding it up for Lex to see. “Chocolate?”
The former cheerleader’s smirk grew to a full-blow smile, as a laugh bubbled from her lips. Stalking forward, breaking that foot of empty space between them, she looked into his eyes. They were dark with desire, passion; the blue nearly eclipsed by blackness. Lips half-parted, she could hear his short, panting breaths.
Resolve strengthened, she lifted her hand, eyes never leaving his.
And ran the chocolate-covered finger over his head. Across the smooth skin that hadn’t seen a lick of hair since he was a child.
A lick. She smirked. How appropriate a term.
“Oops?” she laughed at the look on his face. Part disbelief, part startled pleasure. “We should clean that up, you know.”
“Mmm,” he murmured, reaching out to still her hands. She didn’t protest as he raised the still sticky finger to his mouth, gently sucking it in.
Cordelia groaned loudly, the sound echoing in the empty hotel suite. Her body arched into his as one strong arm snaked around her back, pulling her to him with a movement that was pure desire. The takeout box dropped to the floor, forgotten for the moment as she gave into his caresses.
Their mouths met, and it was a war of tongues; neither wanting to back down to the other if only air would never be a problem.
Breaking the kiss, Cordelia raised her hands to his face, pulling his head down, licking the trail of chocolate that she’d left on his skin. His startled gasp rang loud and clear, though it was a sound she knew all too well. Not shock so much as pleasure. Delightful, spine-tingling pleasure.
His hands slid up her sides, thumbs brushing just outside the curve of her breasts, bunching up the silk of her dress in their slow and steady movements as she continued to clean up the mess she had ‘accidentally’ made of his skin.
And then, suddenly, he wasn’t there any more. She opened her eyes, frowning at the sight of his smirking, cocky face; much too far away for anything she had wanted to do next. She raised an eyebrow in silent question.
“Paybacks are a bitch, Miss Chase,” he murmured, crushing her body again to his for a brief kiss, before stepping back entirely. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket, dialing without breaking eye contact. “Concierge? Could you kindly procure two bottles of chocolate syrup and have them sent to my room?”
“Hope that’s not all for me.”
Lex grinned lightly, tossing the cell phone in the general direction of the couch.
“If you ask nicely, I might share.”
“Two bottles in one night?” she drawled, letting him grab her this time, when he reached out. “A little rich, even for my tastes.”
Blue eyes widened, a smirk toying at the corner of his mouth.
“Who said anything about ‘one night’?”