Head down as she flipped through a file and wended her way through the tightly packed desks in the basement of the Daily Planet, Chloe nearly fell over the pair of legs stretched out from her desk. Looking up she gaped blankly.
"Merry Christmas, Chloe." Arms crossed loosely over his chest, Lionel Luther leaned casually against her desk, a few snowflakes turning to water in his hair and beard.
Chloe hugged the files to her chest and turned her gape to a glower. "Mr. Luther."
"Now, now, Chloe, surely as two adults we can dispense with the formalities."
"I'd rather keep things formal, Mr. Luther. I'm not usually on a first name basis with people who try to kill me."
He grinned and reached out to pluck the files from her arms and dump them on the desk. "Tut tut, no one ever proved anything of the sort."
"I was blown up."
"Not by me."
He gave her a look of such exaggerated innocence she had to snort. "What are you doing here on Christmas Day?"
"Technically it's night and..." A moment of distress crossed his face, so quickly gone she thought she might have imagined it. "I was delivering a present to the political editor."
"A bribe for Lex?"
"Actually, I don't think Lex is ready for politics and while I don't think Jonathon Kent is ready either, I've offered to endorse him."
Chloe shot him an incredulous look. "Only you would be so perverse as to endorse the man running against your son."
"Sometimes being a parent means making hard choices."
"I bet Lex is just thrilled even more that you're his father."
Lionel shrugged and rose from the desk, making her look up at him. "As to why I'm down here in the bowels of the building, I just knew you, the diligent girl reporter, would be working late."
"And?" she asked caustically, refusing to take a step back even as he invaded her personal space.
"And I think it's time we got something straight."
Chloe narrowed her eyes and continued to glare at him, wondering what the hell he was up to. "Unless you're here to confess trying to kill me, I..." Her snippy words were cut off by his mouth on hers in a powerful, searing kiss.
Shocked to the core, she continued to stare at him, even as he pinned her to him and forced her lips to part. When his tongue touched hers, heat slammed through her, and she moaned and let her eyes fall shut.
One of his hands cupped her hip, burning through her thin skirt, and the other had her upper arm, holding her to him as she squirmed. With a groan she finally surrendered and collapsed against him.
Lionel broke the kiss and lifted his face from her flushed one.
Chloe gasped and sputtered, burning from shock and more shockingly, desire. "What are you doing? Are you insane?"
"Quite possibly," Lionel muttered and spun her, lifting her and pushing her onto the desk. As he lay her back, her skirt rode up revealing the lacy tops of stockings and pink garters. With a groan Lionel dropped over her, pinning her down, and kissing her again.
Confusion warred with growing desire and Chloe lay passively, desperately trying to figure out how to stop him.
Or how to get him to continue.
When his hand found her breast, cupping it through her lacy top, she shuddered and arched into his touch, her hands going around his neck. All passivity fled, replaced with burning need. Shoving all thought from her mind, she parted her lips and kissed him back with equal hunger.
The buttons down the front of her top slipped free of the holes and the material was shoved away. Her front-clasp bra quickly followed and the first touch of skilled fingers on her nipple made her shudder and gasp into the kiss. Somehow Lionel managed to shrug out of his coat without breaking the kiss. As he tugged at the knot of his tie, Chloe's hands got more involved led, delving into his waistband and tugging free his shirt tails.
Pulling back with some regret, Lionel rose on unsteady legs and jerked his shirt over his head, sending it and the tie flying. Chloe flushed when she saw him gazing at her with lust-filled eyes, and rose on her elbows, letting the top and bra slide down her arms. She didn't know what the hell she was doing but she wasn't about to stop.
When Lionel's fingers flicked open his trousers, she licked her suddenly dry lips and spread her legs around his hips, tugging him back to her. As the trousers dropped along with silk boxer shorts, she reached towards a mug next to her monitor, a gift from Planned Parenthood. With trembling fingers, she pulled a condom from the mug and handed it to him.
Lionel's nostrils flared in desire, aroused even more as her heels played along the backs of his thighs. Taking the condom from her, he quickly slipped it on, then reached for her thighs, parting them wider. His fingers caught in the sides of her panties, placed conveniently over the garters, and he tugged them down and off first one high-heeled foot then the other.
Chloe lay back, waiting breathlessly, her body humming with need, her eyes locked on Lionel's. When his thumb brushed across her clit she nearly bounced off the desk, and managed a glare at his self-satisfied look. He leaned back over her and kissed her again, his chest brushing against her sensitized breasts. As she whimpered in pleasure, she wrapped her arms around his back, her nails scraping along his ribs, and was pleased to hear him groan.
One of his hands lifted her hips and she angled her legs higher, pressing them around his waist, opening herself to him. Lionel broke the kiss to gaze deeply into her eyes as he entered her with a gentle yet powerful thrust.
Moaning as her body parted around him and he pushed deeper, touching all her most sensitive spots, Chloe arched up and buried her mouth in his neck, tasting his sweat and remnants of cologne. As she moved with him, clutching at him, her pleasure building rapidly into a molten knot, she licked at him and heard him growl and felt him tremble.
Feeling powerful, she bit and Lionel jerked, slamming his hips against her pelvis, shaking from head to toe. Chloe laved the tiny wounds, rewarded with powerful, pleasurable thrusts that made the desk rock and shook her to her toes. Every thrust drove the base of his shaft against her throbbing clit, rubbing her just right, and she tightened her grip on him, rocking her hips up to meet him.
She slid her lips around his throat to the other side and bit again, grinning as Lionel lost all control and shuddered over her, his back arched, his hands shaking as they gripped her hips. With a gasped yell he came, slamming into her again and again until he was drained and collapsed over her.
Caught at the peak of desire, Chloe frowned and nudged at his back. Lionel took several deep breaths against her breast, then slid gracefully to his knees, her legs falling loosely over his shoulders. Two thumbs parted her labia and his tongue lashed out to flick against her clit. Two licks was all it took and Chloe gasped and moaned as her orgasm crashed through her. As she trembled and whimpered, eyes shut, lips parted, she felt him rise and leave her.
After a moment, she opened her eyes and saw him fastening his belt, the only sign of what had just happened a bit of perspiration on his chest and the bite marks on his neck. His eyes were cool when they landed on her, and she blushed, suddenly feeling very weird. Sanity slammed back into her and she scrambled off the desk, clutching her bra and shirt around her and pushing her skirt down.
"What the hell was that for?" she demanded, falling back on anger in the face of embarrassment.
"I believe it was a futile attempt to get you out of my system," he replied as he shook out his shirt and made a face at the wrinkles. Putting it on, he began to button it up. Distracted by the state of his clothes, he didn't see her storm over to him, and only barely caught her wrist as she tried to slap him. Cold, hard eyes met confused angry ones and he tightened his fingers until a moan broke from her. "Don't try that again," he threatened softly.
"Why did you do this to me?" Chloe wailed, struggling to free her hand by pushing at his chest with the other one.
"I had to know, Chloe," Lionel said softly, his voice holding that dangerous quality that both creeped her out and aroused her. "I had to know if you'd respond."
"Well, now you know," she snapped in self-loathing.
"We only know the start." His lips descended to hers again, blocking her snarl and breaking her resistence with an oddly gentle kiss. "I for one am looking forward to seeing what the new year brings."
"I...This..." She shook her head helplessly, confused, hot and bothered, and totally freaked out.
"Merry Christmas, Chloe. I'll be seeing you soon." With that knowing smile, Lionel picked up his coat and slung it over one shoulder before heading for the stairs.
Chloe stared after him just shaking her head.
End