Old Habits Die Hard

by DreamingofClois


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Smallville: Old Habits Die Hard

The tape recorder whirred as Lois Lane, intrepid journalism student, put down her pen. The recorder, her notepad, and her satchel bag lay across the wide desk like the armaments of a siege laid along a castle wall. Though who was the besieged was an open question. Her subject leaned back in the wide leather chair and sighed, rubbing a hand over his head.

She looked down at her notes and made a humming noise that blended with the sound of the recorder. Finally, she looked up and grinned. "I think we're done with the first part. Thank you."

He stood with effortless care and walked to a mini-bar, picking up a decanter and pouring himself a drink. "My pleasure," said Lex Luthor, "My press exposure has been rather dismal of late."

She raised one eyebrow, looking down at the desk. She hadn't needed Google to tell her what he meant - it was still being covered on some of the inside pages of most major newspapers and more than a few tabloids.

"Billionaire Sex Scandal Expands!"

"Sexy Lexy's Kinky Secrets!"

"Lex's Ex Explains Why Bald Is Better."

She shrugged rather than comment, and stared down at her notes. "No problem. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be in this class anyway." She popped another piece of gum into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully, looking at her notes. "I just have a few more questions, but they`re deep background stuff," she rolls her eyes, "The professor wants some quotes for pop boxes, funny childhood memories, stories from school, that sort of thing."

He turned to look at her. "You've met my father. Norman Rockwell would have had a heart attack if he was asked to paint my formative years." Lois choked on her gum, then she saw that he was almost smiling. "Alright," she said, smiling back. "I admit, you've had it rough in the parental affection department. My dad's never literally tried to kill me.. Well, I was kind of worried when he had those paratroopers buzz the safe house back when Clark and I were looking into Chlo's disappearance...."

Lex smiled into his drink as he lifted it to his lips. "Ah-hah. And that's my fault now. I see where this is going."

She cocked her head fetchingly. "Then you've already ordered dinner."

Lex choked into the last of the scotch, lowering the glass and looking at her incredulously. "Excuse me?"

"Well, this is going to take a while, and everything will be closed by the time I get back to Metropolis U."

He looked at her appraisingly. "You are nothing if not determined, Miss Lane."

"Call me Lois..Lex."She smiled softly.

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An hour later they were seated across from each other in front of the omnipresent roaring fire on the large leather couches that were pulled up to it. Half-eaten plates of Italian dishes lay scattered across the low table. Lois speared a ravioli with her fork. "So that's how I ended up crashing the concert in a Hummvee with half a dozen Navy SEALS... Alright, your turn." Lex scowled at the fettuccine as he spoke. "The second former Mrs. Lex Luthor, the first who didn't resort to pheromone induced nymphomania ..."

"Oh, there's a story there...I can feel it...."

"As I was saying..my ex-wife drugged me on our honeymoon and left me to die on a desert island."

"Ok, you win that round." Lois said, her voice muffled by her wineglass for a moment. "I can`t top it, but I`ve got one that beats it in the embarrassment factor."

Lex crossed his arms over his chest, firelight glinting off his cufflinks. "Oh really?"

"Yep." she said confidentially. "You see, Dad's been overprotective ever since mom died, and boys were no exception." She paused for effect, then continued. "I had a military escort to prom." She lifted the glass to her lips, holding his eyes. "My date did really well up to the body search. I had to stop them from cuffing him after they found the condoms." She took a sip of the wine, smiling.

Lex Luthor laughed, a low, dark sound.

"So what would your father say if he knew you were having dinner with the world's most notorious young billionaire?"

"He'd want to know if you could drop and give him twenty." She said, flatly.

There was a pause, then Lex shrugged and made a movement as if to take up an exercise position on the floor. Lois shrieked and grabbed his arm, sliding onto the carpet beside him as she gasped with laughter and wine. "Stop..stop it." Lex grinned almost freely and the firelight glinted off the coin set into his watch.

"Alexander the Great" Lois said, puzzled. "Oh, your full name, of course. You must have paid a pretty penny to have that done." she said, leaning towards him. Then it all came together in her mind. "But you didn't...Oh. I understand." she looked down at the watch, and her eyes held not pity but empathy.

She looked up into the face of a man and a boy, and saw the lost look swept away by a fierce protective anger as he slowly peeled her fingers off his wrist. "Don't try to work through your Freudian issues with me, Miss Lane." he said, coldly.

THWACK!

Her palm was still stinging from the slap as she stared at the red imprint her hand made on his cheek and hissed through her teeth. "Like you're one to talk." Then she was grabbing the front of his shirt as he was pulling her towards him so hard that she gasped as their mouths and tongues collided. Lois pulled the shirt off of his shoulders as Lex kissed and bit a trail of sensation down her neck.

Their fingers interlaced as she raised her hands over her head and he began to tug the zipper of her top down with his teeth. When the sweater had fallen to the floor, revealing a black lace bra that matched her challenging eyes, she raised his face to hers and slid her arms around his back, capturing his mouth with hers. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, throwing it to the side without a glance, never letting go of his appreciative gaze. Then Lex was slipping one hand down to unbutton her jeans, tugging them over her thighs, pausing to pull her onto his lap as she kicked them off her legs. He ran his hands along her hips, his fingers teasing under the straps of her black satin bikini as she unbuckled his slacks. She slid down his body as she pulled them off of his legs and threw them into the growing pile of clothing.

His dark silk boxers slid teasingly along the satin of her panties as she climbed back onto his lap and put her arms around his neck, feeling the first stirrings of his cock under her. They kissed deeply, probing, passionate and hard. His mouth slid down her neck and she closed her eyes as his mouth moved across her right breast and he licked her nipple in long, hard strokes. She almost screamed when he closed his teeth around the swelling aureole. His other hand reached up to palm her left breast and he rolled the nipple between his fingers in counterpoint to the movements of his mouth. She threw her head back, her hands bracing at her sides as she squirmed on his lap as her breath came out in small tortured whimpers. She felt the muscles in her belly tighten, and she began to moan softly, her hips moving involuntarily.

With a wrenching groan she took his head in her hands and led his mouth to hers. She pressed towards him, until she was lying on top of him. Her tongue teased and tasted as her fingers traced a meandering path down his stomach and pulled the boxers down, and off, freeing his softly throbbing cock. She lowered her hand slowly, watching him watch her as she ran her hand down inside her panties and slid her hand across herself for a long moment and then pulled her hand out. The firelight glinted off her dripping fingers as her hands began to massage his length in a sensual motion that would have put Mata Hari to shame. She took his right nipple in her mouth and sucked

Lex's hips thrashed and his groans rose in pitch as she worked his stiffening cock. Lois lifted her head from his chest and looked up at him. His head was thrown back as her fingers slid up and down his shaft and teased the sensitive ridge underneath. He was clutching the carpet, the muscles standing out on his arms as she leaned over him and whispered in his ear.

"Who's your Mama? Hmm?," she said sexily.

Then she blinked and looked down with the surprise of someone who's been greeted by an unexpected old friend. "Well, hello." she said languidly and smiled. Then Lex was grabbing her arms, pushing her back even as he lifted himself until their positions were reversed as he teased her labia with his head before pressing himself into her with one strong thrust of his hips.

She gasped and looked back up at him with something like challenge and wrapped her legs around his hips, thrusting him deeper inside her. Then they were moving together, their hands entwined above her head as he fucked her in slow, powerful strokes that left her empty and full at the same time. He looked down at her, and she could see a mix of lust and possessive triumph in his eyes. She twisted her hips, pulling him closer and then swinging her body up and over until Lex lay, half on his back, half pinned beneath her as she sat on his chest.

Holding his eyes she lowered herself onto him, feeling his hips rise to meet hers. She began to ride him, not gently, but fiercely, her head thrown back, her hands on his chest. His left hand came between them, his fingers teasing between her to close sharply on her clit. She began to moan loudly, her pace quickening, and he reached up with his free hand to manipulate her breasts as she reached back to squeeze his balls. When they came, suddenly and loudly, together, Lois was sure the sound of their release must have been heard half-way to Metropolis.

She collapsed onto him and he curled his body around hers, reaching behind him to grab a throw from the couch and tossing it over their sweat drenched bodies. Within minutes they were both lazing contentedly in each others' arms, letting the afterglow slide them into sleep.

As the early morning sunlight inched across the floor Lois sighed quietly, zipping up her jeans and rising to her feet. She walked to the desk and slowly slid the recorder and notebook into her bag, dropping the pen she had borrowed back into the elegantly carved holder.

She heard a rustle of cloth behind her and turned to see Lex watching her, the sunlight glinting off the face of his watch as he wrapped it around his wrist and sat up, the blanket falling down his chest. He smiled smoothly at her. "Would you like breakfast?"

"No..thank you ," she said with a small sigh, "I'll be late for class if I don't leave now."

"Ah."

"Yes."

There was a small silence, and she moved towards the door., slinging her bag over one shoulder. She paused to pull a pack of gum out of a side pocket and slip a piece into her mouth. Lex's voice came from somewhere low and to her left. "You're always chewing gum. Why is that?"

Lois turned to look at him, her eyes bright.

"I took up smoking in a moment of rebellion. I'm trying to quit..."she said as she opened the door and walked through it, her hand on the doorknob as she paused, and looked back at him, her eyes dark and inscrutable.

Her voice was almost wistful as she said softly:

"Sometimes old habits die hard."

And then she let the door close softly the door close behind her.



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