by Chloe Sullivan ver 1.1

by philtre


My muses (which returned upon hearing about LJC's birthday challenge) have woken me up at 6 am in the morning to tell me that Chlex must happen during a Chlex interview. And I obey my muses, because in reality, they own me and not the other way around.


Title: by Chloe Sullivan ver 1.1

Author: philtre

Disclaimer: I tried using my amex, but I didn't have enough credit. I do not own anything, even in RL, so I definitely do not own any of the characters, nor the conversation and interview material that I borrowed from Smallville.

Category: Episode Related, PWP

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: all episodes in season 1 up to and including Zero. Also makes references to Chloe's interview with Lex for the Smallville Torch (online).

Players (in order of appearance): Chloe, Clark, Lana, Lex, Random plot contrivances.

Summary: Follows the end of Kinetic where Chloe investigates the `cover up' of the tattoo incident. She tries to strong arm Lex. Hijinks ensue. Please also read alternate ending 'by Chloe Sullivan ver 1.0'.

Author's note: My muses (which returned upon hearing about LJC's birthday challenge) have woken me up at 6 am in the morning to tell me that Chlex must happen during a Chlex interview. And I obey my muses, because in reality, they own me and not the other way around.

Feedback: I'd love to hear comments/critique regarding the different endings.


"I'm just gonna go do a little checking with the police. Apparently none of the tattoo ink was found at the loft and Scott and Derek aren't saying anything to anyone, so I smell a cover up," said Chloe as she turned back to look at Clark and Lana.

"Chloe. It's good to have you back."

"Thanks."

She flashed Clark and Lana one last cheerful smile before racing off to the police station.


Back home, Chloe plopped down onto the bed. The trip to the station had been a complete waste of time. No one would talk to her, and her usual informant was suspiciously mum, too. She subconsciously bit her lower lip as her brain kicked into overdrive. Picking up the phone, she dialed a number that she knew well.

"Smallville Ledger," answered the voice on the other end of the line.

"Mark!" said Chloe brightly.

"Chloe Sullivan. How are you?"

"I'm good. How are you?"

"I'm fine."

"So, how are things going at the Ledger?"

"I really don't think you called me for small talk. So spit it out, Sullivan."

Chloe chuckled lightly.

"You know me too well."

"Unfortunate, but true."

"I was just wondering if you knew anything about the guys who robbed Lex Luthor."

There was a pause on the other side of the line.

"Forget the story, Chloe. You're not going to get anything."

"Really?" said Chloe, her interest increasingly peaked.

"Let it go, Sullivan. It's a waste of your time," warned Mark.

"I never thought I'd see the day that Mark Wright would say chasing a story is a waste of time."

"Well, when the story is one that a Luthor doesn't want becoming public knowledge, then yes, it's a waste time."

Chloe smiled to herself.

"Which Luthor?"


"What are your ambitions?" asked Chloe as she leaned in to smile disarmingly at Lex.

"When I was six, I made the mistake of saying "fireman" to my father. I've found that ambitions and goals can change with circumstance. For the first time, I feel like I have a home here in Smallville, true friends. If I have an ambition, it's to hold on to that," replied Lex as he smiled back at her, unable to keep his eyes from drifting along the body at the other end of the couch.

He wondered why Clark was so fixated on Lana Lang. While Lana was quite beautiful in a cold and distant way, Chloe seemed to emanate soft warmth that made you want to share your innermost secrets with her - a dangerous quality to find in a reporter. He'd have to be careful with her. Lex studied the delicate lines of her features, uncharacteristically captivated by the inviting softness of her face.

"Would you like to comment on the robbery of the Luthor castle?"

Lex raised one eyebrow, cocked his head to the side and felt his eyes slide to the floor before coming back to Chloe's disturbingly green eyes.

"You said no LuthorCorp. Everything else is fair game, right?"

At that, Lex broke into a little laugh as he turned to study the empty fireplace. Then puckering his lips in thought, he looked back at her and locked her eyes into a gaze that he knew usually intimidated his opponents.

"No comment."

He watched as she averted her gaze and nervously bit her bottom lip. Then straightening herself with a little breath, she dragged her eyes back to his.

"Were you able to recoup all the items that were stolen?"

Lex smiled to himself. The girl had spunk, and he loved it. Something about persistence always made a woman seem irresistible. That, and the fact that the withering stare that he had just given her had made men of many more years and experience back down like scared little sheep.

"No comment," he said.

"Lex, I don't think you grasp the concept of an interview. I ask a question, you give an answer," said Chloe with an exasperated sigh.

A lot of spunk, or a lot of naivete - he couldn't decide. He slowly stood, walked over until he was standing over her, and then holding the arm of the chair for leverage, he leaned down until his face was inches from hers.

"If you want to act like a reporter, you have to expect to be treated like a reporter, Ms Sullivan."

She sat straight up, staring at him without flinching, but her eyes betrayed that she was mentally retreating. He fought the urge to smile triumphantly, but he couldn't resist the temptation to lean in longer than was really necessary. She smelled like peaches. Lex couldn't remember the last time he was this close to someone who smelled like peaches. All the women Lex knew smelled like Chanel or Givenchy or any number of overpriced, pungent designer perfumes.

Making sure his gaze was unwavering, he stood back up. When he turned away to walk towards the bar, he allowed himself a little smile.

"Are you sure you don't want something to drink?"

"No," said Chloe. He watched her back as she took a deep breath. Then she stood up and whipped around to look at him.

"Have you increased security at the castle following the incident?"

"You're a persistent little kitten, aren't you?"

"Kitten?" asked Chloe, narrowing her eyes as she stopped four feet away from him, tape recorder in hand.

"Cute, small, soft, and cuddly," said Lex as he took a predatory step towards her, "With vicious claws neatly tucked away, waiting to be unsheathed on unsuspecting innocents."

She chuckled.

"*You're* an unsuspecting innocent?"

"Unsuspecting, at least. I admit though" he said. Then as he walked by her, he added in a lowered voice, "I haven't been an innocent in a very long time."

"I suspect that you are anything but unsuspecting."

Lex raised one eyebrow at her while taking a swig of his Ty Nant, settling onto the couch.

"I hear you have quite a handle on our little town."

"While I can't imagine anything I'd enjoy more than our verbal judo, is there a question somewhere in there?"

"Well, you weren't taking well to the usual question answer routine, so I thought I'd try a different approach."

"I think the first one is probably more efficient."

Chloe had resolutely fixed her gaze at him, as though refusing to be stared down. Then, looking down at her clipboard, she continued, "Why haven't they found any tattoo ink in the robbers' loft?"

"Tattoo ink?" Lex asked, looking mildly confused.

"Okay. Why haven't there been any details of the robbery in the Ledger?"

"Not everyone thinks that the Luthors are necessarily newsworthy."

"Oh please. If they could get pictures of you eating breakfast, it'd make the front page."

One of his lip corners lifted unintentionally. Both of them turned to look at the phone as it began to ring loudly.

"I'm sorry. I have to get this."

He walked to the desk and leaned over to pick up the telephone. He turned to sit on the edge of the table.

"Lex Luthor. Yes. That's fine. Up the offer by 7.5% and send me detailed reports on the person we talked about. Right."

He was studying Chloe's profile as she stared into thin air, pretending she wasn't listening to his conversation, even though he knew that she most certainly was. It was highly unlikely that she would garner any information from listening to one side of his telephone calls. Luthors had perfected the art of cryptic conversation.

As he placed the phone in its cradle, Chloe turned to look at him, a little smile on her face.

"You didn't answer my last question."

"What was it again?"

"Why haven't there been any details of the robbery in the Ledger?"

"I answered that one."

"No, you avoided the question. That's not answering it."

"Semantics. Tell me, what exactly are you trying to squirrel out of me?"

He could almost hear the wheels turning in her head as she decided what to say.

"I know you had something to do with the cover up of the tattoo ink."

"Why? Because I'm the big bad wolf?"

"I told you. You don't quite grasp the concept of an interview. Me, interviewer, asks question," she said gesturing at her chest, then pointing at him, she added, "You, interviewee, answers question."

"Maybe I don't think you're doing an adequate job, and decided to help out," teased Lex.

Chloe got up and walked around the chair, a serious look on her face.

"Maybe you're trying to hide something."

"Is your Wall of Weird wanting for a new entry lately?"

"It's Smallville. The Wall of Weird is never deprived," laughed Chloe

Lex allowed himself a little chuckle, as he studied Chloe's petite frame. She had an unaffected casualness about herself, a selflessness that made one feel at ease in her presence.

"Are you actually going to ask me a question any time soon?"

Chloe broke into a disarming smile, as she leaned back against the arm of the couch.

"What's the deal with you and Clark?"

"Clark?" asked Lex, confusion lacing his smooth voice.

"Clark Kent? Beautiful six foot three farm boy?"

"What about Clark?"

"What would you call your relationship between the two of you?"

"An important friendship," answered Lex sincerely.

"Are you saying that there is nothing more involved in the nature of your association?"

"We're having sex on the sly," deadpanned Lex.

Chloe's eyes widened.

"That was a joke, Chloe."

He watched as she chuckled nervously.

"I knew that."

She cleared her throat, as a blush crept up her face.

"Why the sudden interest in my personal relations?" asked Lex, as he walked towards her.

"Uh, I thought it'd add to the human interest side of the story."

"How long exactly is this story going to be?" as he stopped a foot away from her.

She suddenly looked embarrassed, as she said, "I'm taking up too much of your time, aren't I?"

"Not at all. I cleared out the rest of the afternoon. I wanted to make sure you got your interview this time," he said with a smile.

He noticed that she was shifting uncomfortably. Damn, he had unconsciously let his eyes wonder up and down her body. Walking to her slowly, stopping when he was close enough to make her feel out of her element. Something in him reveled in the feeling of power over another. Grasping hold of the situation and asserting himself on others was a burning addiction that could never be satisfied.

"After all, I quite enjoy spending time with you, Ms Sullivan."

"I'm sure," she said, clearly not believing him.

"Does Club Zero mean anything to you?"

His eyes shot up too quickly to meet hers. Immediately, he regretted it, as he saw her eyes light up, jackpot.

"What about Club Zero?" he asked as casually as he could.

"Three years ago, there was a scandal that possibly involved you, but was quickly and very efficiently covered up."

"If it was so efficiently covered up, then how could you have caught wind of it?"

"I have my sources in the journalistic world."

"What scandal?"

"That would be my question," she said as she studied him with piercing eyes.

"I've had more than my fair share of scandal. You'll have to be more specific," he said, allowing his eyes to peruse the length of her body, if only because he knew it would bother her. He heard take a sharp intake of breath.

"And how many of these scandals have you covered up?"

"What are you getting at?"

"There just seems to be a pattern. Something happens around Lex Luthor, but then all evidence of the incident just vanishes into thin air," said Chloe, her eyes narrowing.

"Maybe not everyone is as fascinated about me ... as you seem to be," as he took another step towards her, effectively invading her personal space.

"How many people do you have on your payroll solely to cover up your..."

One moment he was thinking, how the hell was he going to shut her up, and the next moment he was pressing his lips against hers. Lex was about to pull back when he felt her lean against him ever so slightly. He was winning, and he loved winning. Pulling her harder against him, he licked her pouty lower lip. Then when her lips opened just barely, he slipped his tongue into her warm heat. He was intent on making her forget every single annoying question on her clipboard.

Lex groaned as she began to gently massage her tongue against his. Her enthusiasm quickly made up for her inexperience. It was intoxicating to feel her responding to him, willing to lose herself in a kiss. He couldn't remember the last time he was with a woman whose every move wasn't cold and calculated. Moves, he readily admitted, that were more than pleasurable enough, but always left him feeling empty and dissatisfied.

Licking a path along her jaw line, he made his way to her neck. He sucked gently on the sensitive skin beneath her ear and he heard her sigh contently.

"Lex?"

"Yes?" he answered as he began to suck on her ear lobe.

"How many people do you have on your payroll solely to cover up your little indiscretions?"

He couldn't believe that she was still thinking about her questions. Obviously, he wasn't doing good enough of a job to distract her. Running his hand up her waist he cupped one full breast, sliding the pad of his thumb against her hardened nipple. As his other hand grabbed the hem of her T-shirt, and started to pull it up. His lip corner lifted as she raised her arms to help him remove the T-shirt.

Then reaching behind, he expertly unhooked her lacy bra as he felt clumsy hands fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. He pushed her hands back as he slid the bra off her arms. Allowing his eyes to appreciate the pert, full breasts that were just waiting for him to worship, he quickly undid the last of the buttons on his shirt.

Dipping his head he flicked his tongue on her stiffened bud, smiling lightly as her body arched against her. He could almost play her like a finely tuned Stradivarius. When he began to suck the nipple gently in addition to massaging it with his tongue, he felt Chloe's hand slip up to the back of his head, urging him on. Then he licked a path to the other nipple, and paid it similar homage.

He could hear her moaning softly and couldn't help finding his way back to her mouth to swallow her sweet mouth, rubbing his hard length against her. She had slid her hands under his open shirt and was stroking his back erratically.

Pushing her back, they fell into the plush cushions. They climbed further until they were comfortably in the couch, Lex body pressing down insistently on Chloe's. It seemed almost natural that his hardened length instinctively landed on her most sensitive parts. He began to rub against her, eliciting a loud groan from her, which he quickly covered with his mouth.

They both began to buck against each other in earnest as both tried to find their release amidst dueling tongues. Finally, Lex hands slid down to undo her pants. Following his hands, he pulled her body towards his as he fell to the ground and removed her pants and panties. The predator in him got a sudden rush of adrenaline as he studied her open and vulnerable body.

Steadying her hips with his hands, he leaned forward and dipped his tongue into her dewy entrance. Moaning loudly, she lifted her lower body towards him. He sucked her clit into his mouth, massaging the hard nub with his tongue. As he built his momentum, one of Chloe's hands reached down to shove his head harder against her. He reached one hand around and slowly slid one finger into her wet entrance. She was bucking uncontrollably now and Lex felt as if his own arousal was going to explode.

Reaching his free hand down, he quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. His extremely hard dick freed itself and Lex quickly wrapped his hand around the base. Almost in a frenzy, he started jerking himself while sucking Chloe's clit rhythmically. When he heard scream as she bucked frantically against his mouth, he felt himself erupt in an explosive climax as well.

Closing her legs as he stood up, he turned and walked towards his half finished Ty Nant. With his back to her, he licked his lips and then took a swig of his drink. Behind him, he could hear her shuffling around quickly as she tried to dress.

"I don't suppose that little interlude will find its way into your article," said Lex evenly, as he turned his head to look at her.

"I don't think it meets our strictly PG-13 guidelines," answered Chloe as she pulled down the edge of her T-shirt.

She looked confused and uncertain of herself. Flushed from her orgasm and yet afraid of what had just transpired. As she turned to leave, Lex called out to her.

"Ms Sullivan?"

She turned over her left shoulder to look back at him walking towards her.

"You'll make a formidable reporter one of these days."

"Thank you," she said with an unsure smile.

"Oh, and Chloe," he said as he stopped behind her, his lips barely touching her right ear. Whispering lowly, he added, "I can't wait for our next ... interview."

With that he brushed past her, leaving her to stare at his back as he walked out.




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