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roxyTitle: Four Stories About Lex Using The Elements As Inspiration
Fandom: SV
Rating:nc-17
Word count:2224
A/N:There’s a definite beginning and end to this WIP folks.
This is part three of four parts. The previous parts are here:
Touch Of Fire
Touch Of Water
Lana stood in the middle of the study and shivered. A cool breeze wafted in from somewhere and Lex looked up from his desk.
“Oh, I’m sorry—are you cold?” He sprang up and quickly came from around his desk and lightly resting his fingertips against Lana’s back, guided her to stand closer to the fireplace.
“That’s the danger of living in an authentic castle,” he said with a little laugh. “It’s always cold, furnace roaring or not. These fireplaces aren’t just decorative.”
She smiled and he dropped pillows from the couch onto the floor close to the fire. “Here, it’ll be like camping.” He smiled warmly as he spoke, and she shivered again, gooseflesh breaking out on her arms and he slid to the floor next to her and rubbed gently at her cool skin.
“You are very cold--like ice,” he said quietly, and Lana realized that she was leaning towards him to hear his soft voice--she found herself doing that frequently, letting his voice cover her. It was like velvet, his voice…touching her in places he never would with his hands.
She thought about these two men--Clark was like chocolate, deep and rich and so sweet, but Lex was like whiskey, golden and hot, burning and chilling at the same time, making you doubt yourself…He rose back to his feet and promised her a warm drink, “A toddy, it’ll get right in you and warm your bones” and she blushed a little at his choice of words. He was kind enough to act like he didn’t notice, and it makes her blush a little deeper. He called down to the kitchen for drinks, and gave her time to compose herself before settling back next to her.
“Thank you for letting me come, Lex. I didn’t know who else to turn to. Clark…well he can be confusing.” She smiled and laughed a little and Lex smiled back. He leaned against the piled pillows and she did too.
“So tell me, Lana,” and the way he said her name made her blood warm and tingle. “What do you think I can do for you? “
“Talk to him, he listens to you—tell him not to be afraid to ask me--”
“Faint heart never won fair maid, eh? I’m not sure Clark would care to listen to me now. Particularly concerning you.” A knock brought Lex back to his feet and he went to the door of the study and took the tray. He gave Lana her drink, sipped at his and put a bowl of fruit between them.
“Tell me what you’ve done so far—talked about, I mean. I haven’t really had meaningful conversation with Clark lately.” He laughed, a little high and sharp. Lana glanced up. Was he angry? “I’m sorry, maybe I shouldn’t…”
“Oh no, I’m happy to help. All I’ve ever wanted is Clark--” He took a sip and smiled. “--to be happy. And you, of course, I want you to be happy too.”
She leaned her head against the couch. “He doesn’t touch me. I mean—he touches but it’s…it’s…like he’s touching glass.”
“Tentative, very careful, I imagine. He’s hesitant, maybe afraid of hurting you? Lana, Clark’s a big man. He probably has the same unreasoning fear a lot of big men have--that in passion, they might lose control.” He stopped and smoothed a warm hand over her arm and gooseflesh broke out again.
“Experience is the cure for that. Time will change things,” he whispered, “time is a great healer.”
He moved the fruit away, slid a bit closer, and she felt his warmth all down her side. She closed her eyes and breathed in the clean scent of his cologne, and her head tilted slightly towards him.
“May I ask, and please feel free to smack me if I’m being too personal—how far…” He coughed dryly, his hand curled into a fist at his mouth, but his eyes sparkled over it and a look passed between them. She smiled at him. There was no reason she should be embarrassed to tell him. They were friends.
“We’ve been very intimate. We’ve gone--”she wasn’t about to say ‘gone all the way’—that sounded so immature, so high school. “We’ve had sex.” There, she said it. She sipped at her toddy, let the warmth fill her. She really felt quite brave.
“I see.” For long moments only the crackling fire broke the silence but it was a god silence, comfortable. The quiet of equals, she thought. She looked at him. He was so handsome, so sophisticated, so much a man of the world. He understood loss, pain—he understood her. She suddenly realized—Lex cares for me, more than just a friend…she reached out and ran her hand down the side of his face and his eyes closed. His hand came up to cover hers, for a long moment they were motionless like that—and then his eyes shot open and he stammered an apology.
“I—I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”
“What, touched me? Lex, you’ve already touched my heart.” She leaned closer, she felt bold and wise and brave--she said,” I know you want to help me. You can help me to be a woman.”
Lex’s eyes flickered.
“Lana, Clark is—was—my best friend…”
“Clark…Clark is…I don’t know what he is. He can’t make up his mind and I can’t wait for him.” A real woman knows her mind. She knows what she wants, she wants a man, not a boy. And Lex—was a man in every sense of the word. She leaned over and touched him, pressed her lips to the tender skin under his ear and whispered, “Show me. Show me what a man can do for a woman.”
He smiled back. “Oh, I will—I promise.”
Heat, waves and waves of heat rolled over her, making her sweat—strands of hair pasted itself to her cheeks, clung to her lips as she whipped her head from side to side. He was making her explode, she was losing all control. His lips searched out the points that made her helpless, his tongue swept over her clit and sent fresh waves of pleasure through her—Clark had never done that. He’d never touched her until she thought she’d scream, never made her ride his fingers while he licked and rolled his tongue against her, brought her from peak to peak, and so unhurriedly—Lex mouthed and nibbled tenderly at just the right spot that made her hips jerk mindlessly, made her pussy gush and tremble around his fingers….
The liquid sound that Lex’s fingers made thrusting in and out of her only made it that much better, wilder, freer—he pushed his finger in and bit down on her with just enough force to tear an orgasm out of her—she screamed with pleasure so intense it skirted the edge of pain.
She dropped back to the sheets and groaned, long, low….God. It seemed an eternity until she could breathe normally, before her mind was back in her body.
Suddenly, she didn’t feel so brave, or so positive about her actions. Should she have been so wild, so free in her reaction? Did it make her a tramp?
Clark never brought that out in her. Sex with him was so quiet, so still, so…she blushed hot—so boring.
Lex rose up onto his knees and she looked at his penis. It was stiff and red and gleaming…she’d been afraid to look at Clark. She’d been afraid to touch it. Lex motioned her forward.
“Open,” he said and she spread her legs. He laughed. “I meant your mouth.”
She blushed; she could feel the heat wash her face down to her breasts. He smiled, a lift of his lip and small white teeth gleamed.
“You ever do this for Clark?”
She nodded. Of course she had. Sort of. Anyway, she’d licked him once, but he’d made her stop and she’d felt ashamed.
Lex laughed. “Liar.” He held himself, staring down at his fingers as they stroked along his shaft, coaxing a shining drop from the tip, dragging it with the tips of his fingers down, around the ridge and her eyes never left the trail of precome.
“Come here,” he said and there was no request in his voice and she did what he said without thinking. “Open your mouth,” he said again and when she did, he wrapped her hair around and around his fist, held her in place. She closed her eyes and waited for pain, waited for him to choke her with his penis, but he shocked her—with gentle slow movements, he slid the head in and out of her lips, softly, slowly coaxing her until she couldn’t stop herself—she licked him, tentative little dabs of her tongue, firmer when he moaned.
“Did you do that to Clark? Did his dick fill your mouth? Is it big, big and thick and long--did it make you choke?”
The whole time he spoke, his hips moved slow and steady like liquid and she had to hold them, feel his muscles slide under her hands. Feel his smooth skin, so clean and neat, the delicate, sparse nest of ginger curls framing his penis, so unlike the unruly tangle of black that grew up and around Clark’s, over his balls and up the crack of...she blushed so hard.
What was she doing? Why was she doing this for Lex? Why? She swallowed and Lex groaned and shook, saliva ran over her chin and into his hair.
“God—that’s good!” He moaned and tightened his grip in her hair, pulling it in a way that should be painful. He pulled away from her and she felt her tongue running out of her mouth to chase him, she licked the few pearly drops that spun from the tip of his penis and he smiled down at her, pet her head like a dog.
“What else do you do?”
“I—I…” she gasped and closed her mouth. Should she wipe her chin?
“Do you ever do it differently; does he ask you to do strange things? He doesn’t does he? You’re both so good, such little straight arrows in everything…including bed.”
The entire time he talked, he was stroking her, fucking her with his fingers and she moaned, “No. We. Clark won’t--he doesn’t—he only comes from behind. When he takes me from behind.” She shuddered and squeezed her eyes as tightly closed as she could, until little red stars floated behind her eyelids.
Lex stopped, he was so still that Lana opened her eyes again. His eyes were black and wide--he looked angry, and aroused and frightening.
“Roll over.”
“What?”
“Roll over,” he said again and yanked her around so that she fell to her side, he pushed her to her face, into the mattress. “Like this? Does he do it like this?” he hissed, and sunk into her, a burning plunge into her and she yelled, moaned…
“Yes! Like that!”
He pushed in and out a few times. “You’re lying,” he said, “it’s like this,” and he pulled out, shoved his cock into her ass, and she screamed.
“Like that—you like that.“ he growled and began to fuck her hard, harder than Clark ever had, harder then anything she could imagine, and it hurt, it burned and stabbed and his fingers dug into her hips, and they scrabbled across her hack and they pressed like brands into her ribs and he yelled.
“Does he fuck you like this, does he call your name, does he make you come like this?”
Her face was deep into the pillow, her lungs were burning as she tried to pull in air and her ass no longer hurt, his fingers were inside her and she could feel him touching himself through her…everything was spinning out of control and that feeling was coming again from the pit of her stomach, through her spine, her ass, her pussy, everything exploded and she felt his cock jerk and empty inside her, pouring hot waves of come into her—but most of all she heard him screaming, screaming for Clark.
She rolled her head to face him and through the veil of hair over her eyes, she could see his twisted little smile, the scar on his lip a pale line against the red of his mouth. His eyes were cold and blue, and then he blurred away as tears of pain of shame flooded her eyes.
He…he was laughing at her…she didn’t need to hear it, she could see it in his face.
He knelt beside the bed and fished about in the pile of her clothes on the floor. He wiped his cock with her shirt and sauntered away. At the bedroom door he turned to her and said, “You weren’t too bad, next time, come see me after you fuck him. We’ll make it even better.”
She shouted, “I’m never coming back here, I’ll tell Clark—he’ll—he’ll…”
“What? He’ll what? Beat me? Beat you? Join in, you think? I could get off on all of that,” he grinned.
“I’m never coming back!” She screamed.
Lex laughed. “No, of course not. You’ll never come back. And you’ll never bring Clark with you.”
TBC, but who knows when.
Fandom: SV
Rating:nc-17
Word count:2224
A/N:There’s a definite beginning and end to this WIP folks.
This is part three of four parts. The previous parts are here:
Touch Of Fire
Touch Of Water
Lana stood in the middle of the study and shivered. A cool breeze wafted in from somewhere and Lex looked up from his desk.
“Oh, I’m sorry—are you cold?” He sprang up and quickly came from around his desk and lightly resting his fingertips against Lana’s back, guided her to stand closer to the fireplace.
“That’s the danger of living in an authentic castle,” he said with a little laugh. “It’s always cold, furnace roaring or not. These fireplaces aren’t just decorative.”
She smiled and he dropped pillows from the couch onto the floor close to the fire. “Here, it’ll be like camping.” He smiled warmly as he spoke, and she shivered again, gooseflesh breaking out on her arms and he slid to the floor next to her and rubbed gently at her cool skin.
“You are very cold--like ice,” he said quietly, and Lana realized that she was leaning towards him to hear his soft voice--she found herself doing that frequently, letting his voice cover her. It was like velvet, his voice…touching her in places he never would with his hands.
She thought about these two men--Clark was like chocolate, deep and rich and so sweet, but Lex was like whiskey, golden and hot, burning and chilling at the same time, making you doubt yourself…He rose back to his feet and promised her a warm drink, “A toddy, it’ll get right in you and warm your bones” and she blushed a little at his choice of words. He was kind enough to act like he didn’t notice, and it makes her blush a little deeper. He called down to the kitchen for drinks, and gave her time to compose herself before settling back next to her.
“Thank you for letting me come, Lex. I didn’t know who else to turn to. Clark…well he can be confusing.” She smiled and laughed a little and Lex smiled back. He leaned against the piled pillows and she did too.
“So tell me, Lana,” and the way he said her name made her blood warm and tingle. “What do you think I can do for you? “
“Talk to him, he listens to you—tell him not to be afraid to ask me--”
“Faint heart never won fair maid, eh? I’m not sure Clark would care to listen to me now. Particularly concerning you.” A knock brought Lex back to his feet and he went to the door of the study and took the tray. He gave Lana her drink, sipped at his and put a bowl of fruit between them.
“Tell me what you’ve done so far—talked about, I mean. I haven’t really had meaningful conversation with Clark lately.” He laughed, a little high and sharp. Lana glanced up. Was he angry? “I’m sorry, maybe I shouldn’t…”
“Oh no, I’m happy to help. All I’ve ever wanted is Clark--” He took a sip and smiled. “--to be happy. And you, of course, I want you to be happy too.”
She leaned her head against the couch. “He doesn’t touch me. I mean—he touches but it’s…it’s…like he’s touching glass.”
“Tentative, very careful, I imagine. He’s hesitant, maybe afraid of hurting you? Lana, Clark’s a big man. He probably has the same unreasoning fear a lot of big men have--that in passion, they might lose control.” He stopped and smoothed a warm hand over her arm and gooseflesh broke out again.
“Experience is the cure for that. Time will change things,” he whispered, “time is a great healer.”
He moved the fruit away, slid a bit closer, and she felt his warmth all down her side. She closed her eyes and breathed in the clean scent of his cologne, and her head tilted slightly towards him.
“May I ask, and please feel free to smack me if I’m being too personal—how far…” He coughed dryly, his hand curled into a fist at his mouth, but his eyes sparkled over it and a look passed between them. She smiled at him. There was no reason she should be embarrassed to tell him. They were friends.
“We’ve been very intimate. We’ve gone--”she wasn’t about to say ‘gone all the way’—that sounded so immature, so high school. “We’ve had sex.” There, she said it. She sipped at her toddy, let the warmth fill her. She really felt quite brave.
“I see.” For long moments only the crackling fire broke the silence but it was a god silence, comfortable. The quiet of equals, she thought. She looked at him. He was so handsome, so sophisticated, so much a man of the world. He understood loss, pain—he understood her. She suddenly realized—Lex cares for me, more than just a friend…she reached out and ran her hand down the side of his face and his eyes closed. His hand came up to cover hers, for a long moment they were motionless like that—and then his eyes shot open and he stammered an apology.
“I—I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”
“What, touched me? Lex, you’ve already touched my heart.” She leaned closer, she felt bold and wise and brave--she said,” I know you want to help me. You can help me to be a woman.”
Lex’s eyes flickered.
“Lana, Clark is—was—my best friend…”
“Clark…Clark is…I don’t know what he is. He can’t make up his mind and I can’t wait for him.” A real woman knows her mind. She knows what she wants, she wants a man, not a boy. And Lex—was a man in every sense of the word. She leaned over and touched him, pressed her lips to the tender skin under his ear and whispered, “Show me. Show me what a man can do for a woman.”
He smiled back. “Oh, I will—I promise.”
Heat, waves and waves of heat rolled over her, making her sweat—strands of hair pasted itself to her cheeks, clung to her lips as she whipped her head from side to side. He was making her explode, she was losing all control. His lips searched out the points that made her helpless, his tongue swept over her clit and sent fresh waves of pleasure through her—Clark had never done that. He’d never touched her until she thought she’d scream, never made her ride his fingers while he licked and rolled his tongue against her, brought her from peak to peak, and so unhurriedly—Lex mouthed and nibbled tenderly at just the right spot that made her hips jerk mindlessly, made her pussy gush and tremble around his fingers….
The liquid sound that Lex’s fingers made thrusting in and out of her only made it that much better, wilder, freer—he pushed his finger in and bit down on her with just enough force to tear an orgasm out of her—she screamed with pleasure so intense it skirted the edge of pain.
She dropped back to the sheets and groaned, long, low….God. It seemed an eternity until she could breathe normally, before her mind was back in her body.
Suddenly, she didn’t feel so brave, or so positive about her actions. Should she have been so wild, so free in her reaction? Did it make her a tramp?
Clark never brought that out in her. Sex with him was so quiet, so still, so…she blushed hot—so boring.
Lex rose up onto his knees and she looked at his penis. It was stiff and red and gleaming…she’d been afraid to look at Clark. She’d been afraid to touch it. Lex motioned her forward.
“Open,” he said and she spread her legs. He laughed. “I meant your mouth.”
She blushed; she could feel the heat wash her face down to her breasts. He smiled, a lift of his lip and small white teeth gleamed.
“You ever do this for Clark?”
She nodded. Of course she had. Sort of. Anyway, she’d licked him once, but he’d made her stop and she’d felt ashamed.
Lex laughed. “Liar.” He held himself, staring down at his fingers as they stroked along his shaft, coaxing a shining drop from the tip, dragging it with the tips of his fingers down, around the ridge and her eyes never left the trail of precome.
“Come here,” he said and there was no request in his voice and she did what he said without thinking. “Open your mouth,” he said again and when she did, he wrapped her hair around and around his fist, held her in place. She closed her eyes and waited for pain, waited for him to choke her with his penis, but he shocked her—with gentle slow movements, he slid the head in and out of her lips, softly, slowly coaxing her until she couldn’t stop herself—she licked him, tentative little dabs of her tongue, firmer when he moaned.
“Did you do that to Clark? Did his dick fill your mouth? Is it big, big and thick and long--did it make you choke?”
The whole time he spoke, his hips moved slow and steady like liquid and she had to hold them, feel his muscles slide under her hands. Feel his smooth skin, so clean and neat, the delicate, sparse nest of ginger curls framing his penis, so unlike the unruly tangle of black that grew up and around Clark’s, over his balls and up the crack of...she blushed so hard.
What was she doing? Why was she doing this for Lex? Why? She swallowed and Lex groaned and shook, saliva ran over her chin and into his hair.
“God—that’s good!” He moaned and tightened his grip in her hair, pulling it in a way that should be painful. He pulled away from her and she felt her tongue running out of her mouth to chase him, she licked the few pearly drops that spun from the tip of his penis and he smiled down at her, pet her head like a dog.
“What else do you do?”
“I—I…” she gasped and closed her mouth. Should she wipe her chin?
“Do you ever do it differently; does he ask you to do strange things? He doesn’t does he? You’re both so good, such little straight arrows in everything…including bed.”
The entire time he talked, he was stroking her, fucking her with his fingers and she moaned, “No. We. Clark won’t--he doesn’t—he only comes from behind. When he takes me from behind.” She shuddered and squeezed her eyes as tightly closed as she could, until little red stars floated behind her eyelids.
Lex stopped, he was so still that Lana opened her eyes again. His eyes were black and wide--he looked angry, and aroused and frightening.
“Roll over.”
“What?”
“Roll over,” he said again and yanked her around so that she fell to her side, he pushed her to her face, into the mattress. “Like this? Does he do it like this?” he hissed, and sunk into her, a burning plunge into her and she yelled, moaned…
“Yes! Like that!”
He pushed in and out a few times. “You’re lying,” he said, “it’s like this,” and he pulled out, shoved his cock into her ass, and she screamed.
“Like that—you like that.“ he growled and began to fuck her hard, harder than Clark ever had, harder then anything she could imagine, and it hurt, it burned and stabbed and his fingers dug into her hips, and they scrabbled across her hack and they pressed like brands into her ribs and he yelled.
“Does he fuck you like this, does he call your name, does he make you come like this?”
Her face was deep into the pillow, her lungs were burning as she tried to pull in air and her ass no longer hurt, his fingers were inside her and she could feel him touching himself through her…everything was spinning out of control and that feeling was coming again from the pit of her stomach, through her spine, her ass, her pussy, everything exploded and she felt his cock jerk and empty inside her, pouring hot waves of come into her—but most of all she heard him screaming, screaming for Clark.
She rolled her head to face him and through the veil of hair over her eyes, she could see his twisted little smile, the scar on his lip a pale line against the red of his mouth. His eyes were cold and blue, and then he blurred away as tears of pain of shame flooded her eyes.
He…he was laughing at her…she didn’t need to hear it, she could see it in his face.
He knelt beside the bed and fished about in the pile of her clothes on the floor. He wiped his cock with her shirt and sauntered away. At the bedroom door he turned to her and said, “You weren’t too bad, next time, come see me after you fuck him. We’ll make it even better.”
She shouted, “I’m never coming back here, I’ll tell Clark—he’ll—he’ll…”
“What? He’ll what? Beat me? Beat you? Join in, you think? I could get off on all of that,” he grinned.
“I’m never coming back!” She screamed.
Lex laughed. “No, of course not. You’ll never come back. And you’ll never bring Clark with you.”
TBC, but who knows when.
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4/24/06 04:40 am (UTC)Thank you a million times, beloved!
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6/7/06 05:01 am (UTC)Only you and Lex to make het sex WITH LANA so freaking HOT!!
*is goo*