Title: Unstoppable
Chapter 28
Buffy saw the ache in Lex's expression before he shuttered away his emotions and was immediately beside him. She wrapped her arms around him again and looked up into his eyes. "We all have responsibilities, love. We knew that to begin with. But this is far from over, I promise you that. We'll be back. I'll leave you my phone number and you can call me anytime or stop by in the evenings if you're feeling lonely. I'll always be here for you, whenever you need me."
Her expression and tone were earnest, forthright and very open. She needed him, much like he needed her. And she knew that she needed to tell him. "You and Clark, the way you make me feel... I'm alive again, Lex. And I need you both to keep me going. You'll never lose me, and I'm not going to disappear just because I have to go home and take care of my sister. Okay?"
Her eyes begged him to believe her. She needed to reassure him, because doing so would reassure her too. Because she needed to know that she wasn't the only one dedicated to the relationship between the three of them.
Clark rolled towards him as well and in the blink of an eye, Lex was cradled between the two of them. Buffy pressed against his chest and Clark against his back. He closed his eyes and willed the loneliness to fade. They were still here. He would enjoy every moment until he left them in the Kents' driveway.
Every single moment.
"I believe you, Beauty. My home's always open to you. Both of you. Tomorrow's delivery day anyway." That drew a chuckle from Clark as well as a nuzzle of his ear. Lex shivered, leaning into that touch.
"I'll readjust the route so you're my last stop. Plus... I could use some tutoring in chemistry. It's supposed to be one of the hardest subjects next year and you've got a degree in it." Salt bloomed on Clark's tongue, something he craved right now. It was all he could do to keep from licking Lex's neck. As an experiment, he did just that and got a groan and more skin exposed in response. So he licked again... and again... and again.
"Chemistry... one of the classes I always dreaded," Buffy said with a sigh. "Actually, that's not really accurate. I dreaded all of them until college. When you're up late killing demons, starting school at 7:30 is really not fun." She'd really disliked the school part of high school. True that she had good memories of that time in her life, but most of them weren't class-oriented.
She'd done better in college, with a later-starting schedule and classes she actually chose. Too bad she hadn't been able to finish college. Dawn would have a degree before Buffy did, most likely. She wouldn't be able to put money away for Dawn's education if she went back to college herself.
While she mused over those thoughts, she slid off the bed and tugged gently at Lex and Clark to draw them after her. "Come on, guys. Shower. Get-clean-so-the-Kents-don't-kill-us shower."
One last lick before Lex was pulled out of his arms. Clark followed him across the bed, his feet thumping on the floor then padding along behind them. Lex looked a little dazed and the way his knees were wobbling had Clark worried. He was pretty sure Lex would hate getting carried but if he went down, Clark was ready to catch him.
Once inside the bathroom, Clark caught sight of his reflection. He understood immediately why the shower was necessary. It wasn't just the sweat factor. It was the mussed hair and his lips looked swollen. Nothing like the way Lex or Buffy's looked but enough that his folks would notice. That and the way his skin was glowing. His skin and his eyes and anybody who saw him like this would know.
"Kent, stop gawking and get in here." Both Lex and Buffy were already in the shower with the water running. Turning toward them, Clark caught the gleam in Lex's eye as well as the nod. "Glad you understand. Get in here now before your dad ends up using me for target practice."
Buffy laughed lightly at that. "And me right after, I'd imagine. It's a good thing we heal quickly, Lex... if only so that the swelling goes down before we actually get there." She brushed her fingers over her lips absently as she washed her face. The swelling would be gone in perhaps half an hour, as would the various bite-marks and small bruises. The pleasant ache in other parts of her body weren't visible at all.
But she made sure she was extra careful when cleaning herself up. The whole 'sore later' thing was beginning to set in. And she was still tired - not truly exhausted anymore, but worn out still. Of course, that could easily be blamed on long days of moving and unpacking if the Kents asked about it later.
Soap was produced and Lex took a few moments to thoroughly scrub the sweat off Clark. Who stood almost numbly under the scalding spray, turning when he was told to turn and bending over when asked. Which left Lex with quite the image... pliant Clark mixed with water was just enough for his cock to stir. He derailed that notion himself by washing his own body vigorously.
Turning towards Buffy, Lex lifted her hair off her shoulders and slicked lather down her back. He wasn't about to leave her out of anything. She was the reason why this happened, why any of this happened. For that, he would be eternally grateful.
Buffy closed her eyes and leaned lightly into Lex's hands. Sensual without being sexual, Buffy loved the feeling of being taken care of. Similar to her feelings about having her hair brushed for her, it made her feel wanted as a person and not just as a sexual object. Not that she thought either Clark or Lex thought of her as an object like that, but being taken care of was just another level of reassurance.
When she was clean and rinsed off, Buffy shut off the water on her tap. But rather than getting out right away, she caught Lex with an arm around his waist. She held the other arm out to Clark and mouthed the words 'group hug' to him. The smile on his face as he joined them told her the idea was good. Clark wrapped an arm around her and an arm around Lex at the same time as her free arm settled on his waist.
Touching, leaning on each other, they were still far enough apart to keep themselves under control. It was just another reassurance, for all of them. That this wasn't over by a long shot. Clark leaned into both of them, turning to kiss first Buffy and then Lex. The water cascaded over his shoulders, down his chest and along his legs... bathing him in warmth. When he looked at Lex, Clark noted that his lover's eyes were closed... like he was soaking up every ounce of comfort before they had to leave.
Heavy lids with sparse lashes lifted to reveal eyes so dark that Clark felt himself falling into them. "Thank you," Lex murmured before sliding out of their embrace. He said nothing else, merely shut off each of the taps and opened the door. Steam filled the entire bathroom, obscuring the mirror as well as Lex while he moved further and further away.
They were losing him. Somehow they were losing him and Clark felt the panic rising. He scanned the room, searching with X-ray vision when regular sight didn't work. There was a familiar skeleton in front of the cabinet and Clark strode toward it. Only to have two towels thrust into his hands and a warm kiss placed on his mouth. "Relax, Kent. I'm not going anywhere."
Buffy nodded to herself as she stepped out of the shower to join them. She understood the reaction... loneliness had that affect on people; they soaked up comfort and caring as much as possible when it was available in order to have something to hold onto when they were alone. She did it too, she knew. She was just quieter about it.
While Lex reassured Clark, Buffy took a moment to close her eyes and wrap her emotions tightly within her. Once they left this house, she couldn't do anything that would betray the day's events. She would have to treat Clark like a younger brother rather than a lover in front of his parents. And before they even got that far, she would hide away all her fears and concerns - ones that matched Lex's almost exactly, though she didn't want to let either of them see it.
The kiss eased every last worry. Clark accepted the towels, drying himself quickly before turning towards Buffy. Who was being dried by Lex. He had her up against the counter, the towel gliding over her skin as he paid particular attention to her back and then her breasts.
Lex dropped slowly to his knees, pressing a kiss on the curve of her belly. This was a position he never took. Not since coming to Smallville. Too much of a loss of power to be at someone's feet.
The towel slipped between her legs, rubbing along sensitized skin. Lex took extra care to dry her sex with gentle touches that were followed by an almost chaste kiss. Almost... he couldn't resist a flicker of his tongue between the lips. Just in case this was the last time he tasted her.
Buffy's hands settled on Lex's shoulders and she just quietly watched him dry her body. She appreciated his gentleness, the care he took with her body. Especially the sore parts. The kiss made her shiver and gasp softly. He was being almost... reverent.
And for the second time that day, she got the feeling that she was being worshipped. Treated like some minor goddess who'd deigned to bless his life for a while. Though she knew only time would convince either of them that this really was permanent, she swore to herself that she'd never do anything to hurt this incredible man who cared for her so much. She'd never do anything to hurt either of them.
She just wished she knew what she could do to thank him, to reassure him. Gentle fingertips trailed over his shoulders and head in light caresses; delicate touches lavishing him with the same caring that he was bestowing upon her. It was as intimate as any non-sexual interaction could be... and she loved it.
Lex shivered when he felt a towel being drawn across his own skin. He looked over his shoulder to find Clark drying him with similar care. Any doubts he had that this would continue past tonight were erased as he looked up into his best friend's face and caught not only the quiet smile but a flash of something that could only be desire.
Even after all they'd been through, Clark still wanted him. Wanted both of them because that look was turned on Buffy as well. Gone was innocence and what was left... Lex fell in love with in the span of a single heartbeat. Confident Clark was probably the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.
Buffy returned Clark's smile and her eyes flashed back at him briefly; love, desire, possessiveness, protectiveness... the emotions flew through her eyes in a quick burst before she got them under control again. Then the gentle emotions took over again and she grabbed a hand towel from the rack nearby.
She applied herself to drying Clark's hair without interfering with his vision; they very much needed to have dry hair before they got back to his house. Nothing like that fresh-out-of-the-shower, my-hair's-still-wet look to make parents suspicious. Especially mothers.
Good idea. Especially since he didn't own a hair dryer. Something else to add to the list of items they would need. Lex finished drying Buffy's legs and feet while enjoying his lovers' interplay. He heard Clark's half-hearted protests and smothered a laugh by kissing Buffy's belly. Apparently Kent did have some limits on the whole mothering thing.
Once his hair was dry, Clark did the same for Buffy. Dried her hair and found the comb only to have Lex take it away from him. The movement was territorial in a way that Clark totally understood. He contented himself with wiping up the excess water and hanging up the towels while Lex combed Buffy's hair.
Long, sensual strokes. His body pressed against her back, soft cock nestled in the hollow right above her hips. Every few moments, Lex leaned over to kiss her throat or cup her breast or trail one hand down her side. All the while, he kept drawing the comb through her hair.
**Oh, God, I could so get used to this,** was the one actual thought in Buffy's head at the moment. The rest of her was too caught up in the sensual, comforting feelings. No one had ever treated her like this from day one; Angel had been distant at first and Riley had been shy for a while. But Lex and Clark... right from the first, they both wanted to take care of her. They made her feel normal, feel human and feminine... and alive.
Completely alive, and completely wanted. She'd seen the proprietary way that Lex took the comb from Clark... and that, as much as anything else, told her that Lex did all of this because he wanted to. He wanted her, and she wanted to be his. His and Clark's, and she was. She truly was theirs... and that made her happy.
Some night they would have to do this by themselves. Lex drew up short as that thought flitted through his mind. He hadn't seriously considered wanting to spend an evening without Clark in the mix but here he was doing it.
While there were things that he wanted to discuss with Buffy alone, sex had not been on that particular agenda. Now it was. Just one evening spent pampering her... maybe with a massage to start, followed by a long bath, conversation... dinner in front of the fireplace.
And then sex.
Lots of it.
When Lex finally decided that he was done with her hair - and she'd noticed that it had actually been tangle free several minutes earlier - Buffy turned around with a smile and stood on her toes to kiss him lightly. "Thank you. I could so get used to that... I really do appreciate it," she told him softly. Her eyes met Clark's, her expression saying that she would feel the same way with him, too.
She'd let Clark brush her hair, if he wanted to... there likely would be times when Lex was busy, or didn't feel like doing it himself. Clark would get a chance, she'd see to it.
For now, though, they probably needed to get ready to go. They didn't want Clark in trouble for being home late... it would more than likely mean that encounters like this would be far-between for a while, if he got grounded. And though Buffy had thought about spending time with them individually as well as together, she didn't know if either of them had a similar wish to do so.
Clark leaned over for a kiss as he stole the comb from Lex. He tried to make some sense of his hair, which was a lost cause. It was too long, curling in every direction at once. "Time to cut this again."
Sharp reaction from Lex. One that Clark would never have expected. Once those words were out of his mouth, there was a hand fisted in his hair. "Don't you dare," low growl followed by a viscous kiss. All teeth and tongue and Lex actually bit his lower lip... hard.
Kent's hair was never going to get cut again. Not if Lex had anything to say about it. The curls were just too lush, too tempting to end up on some random barber's floor. Rog was probably dead but that didn't mean that his lover was safe from discovery. There was too much information contained in a single strand of hair for it to be safe. If Clark insisted, then Lex would be the one to cut it.
Oh man... there was that whimper again. The one that made him sound like a five year old who'd lost his favorite toy. Clark closed his eyes and opened his mouth to the brutal invasion, letting Lex vent whatever frustration had arisen. His hand came up to cradle his lover's bald head, holding him close.
Maybe that's why. The loss of his own hair made Lex possessive about his and Buffy's. That made a whole lot of sense. He wished he could obey Lex in this but long hair on a farm was not a good idea. It got into everything and made it hard to see. Maybe once he graduated he might be able to do it.
Buffy stood and watched the exchange with a raised eyebrow and a speculative expression. While she was certain there were reasons behind Lex's vehement command, she marveled at his temerity. Just because they all belonged to each other didn't give Lex the right to dictate what Clark could or couldn't do with his hair. It was Clark's hair, after all. She would never even have thought to tell him that he couldn't cut his hair.
She could offer her opinion and her help if he chose to let it grow, but her opinion would only be an opinion and a suggestion was only that. If she were told 'don't you dare' when she expressed a desire to cut her hair, she'd be more likely to go ahead and do it just on principle.
Of course, Buffy didn't want to cut her hair at all. But the fact remained that she could do what she chose with her appearance.
Pulling back from Clark, Lex caught the possible concern on Buffy's face as well as the apology that was about to spill out of Clark's mouth. Explanation of orders was not something he did normally but these were his lovers - not his father or his employees. His tone was just as intense as he murmured, "DNA, Clark. Any of this gets in the wrong hands..." Gentle tug of his hand in Clark's hair followed by an apologetic kiss. "I won't be able to protect you."
Okay, that made a certain amount of sense. Still, he might have broached it better. Besides, she was willing to bet that Clark's mom cut his hair for him.
Still, she sighed softly and relaxed. She hadn't meant to react badly. "I'm sorry," she apologized lightly. "Didn't mean to get overly concerned." She paused, then in attempt to lighten the mood she added, "Now you know why they didn't like me in the military."
Which was true enough, though they were probably both wondering when she'd ever been in the military. Her stint with the Initiative had been brief, but she had been part of the team. For a while.
"I can't see the military as being the place for you, Beauty." Lex slid an arm around her, holding her close while he kissed Clark again. Long, slow kiss that left both of them trembling. "Or me for that matter... given my tastes."
That drew a startled laugh from Clark even as he eased out of Lex's tight grip. "Me either... About the hair, Lex... my mom cuts it. So no need to worry, okay?"
Lex nodded, turning to kiss Buffy even as he did so. That was a true relief to hear. Nice to know the Kents were two or three steps ahead of him on things like this. There was a pliant woman against him, lifting up into his kiss and wasn't there some reason he could come up with for them to spend the night? Anything at all?
This was nice. It was much too nice. Why did the night have to end? Why? She didn't want it to... she didn't want it to ever end. But what she wanted and what happened were frequently not the same, so at least she was a little used to it. Not that it helped, but still.
Buffy sighed and very reluctantly pulled away from Lex. It was clear by her expression that she didn't want to, that she didn't want this to end. But she also knew that they didn't have a choice, and getting Clark in trouble would be a bad idea.
She hated being the responsible one - with the exception of with Dawn, she rarely was the one to behave responsibly. But someone had to. Her eyes dropped as she slowly, softly said, "We probably should get dressed..."
Lex was in agreement. Reluctant agreement, but agreement nonetheless. He felt Clark's arm tighten around him and shook his head even as he stepped away. Trailing a hand down Buffy's shoulder, Lex led the way out of the bathroom.
His bedroom finally had a lived-in look. The covers were rumpled and sweat-soaked. There were clothes strewn everywhere as well as dirty dishes and half a magnum of champagne. The Matrix was still running on the TV and the air was filled with the scent of sex.
Good sex... great sex.
The only problem was... by the time he got back from dropping them off, Damien would have the room completely cleaned. Sheets changed, robes taken away to be laundered, dishes cleared away and the windows opened to clear the smell that Lex was in love with.
While he appreciated his staff's efficiency, Lex wished that it wouldn't be so easy to wipe this all away. His thoughts continued along that line until he procured a pair of fresh boxer-briefs from a drawer and saw the bruises on his hip. Deep bruises, each of them the perfect mirror of Clark's fingers.
Those wouldn't wipe away. They would last for a day or two... at least long enough until he could coax his lovers back into his bed. Smiling to himself, Lex crossed over to his dressing room, brushing a hand along Clark's shoulder and then Buffy's hip as he passed them.
Most of Buffy's clothes were easy enough to find. Her panties and pants were still where Lex had dropped them. Her bra, shirt and shoes were in the pile she'd left them in. Her socks, she recalled, were still in the gym. And so was the coat Clark had lent her. She slowly began to get dressed; after the silken slide of the bathrobe and the softness of skin-on-skin, the cotton-and-synthetic blend of her sweater felt harsh against her skin.
Not entirely unfamiliar, but not really a pleasant feeling. Still, she finished getting dressed in the same silence she began with. It was her turn to feel awkward and uncertain, she supposed. She knew she would see them again, but she had no idea when. And she didn't like it at all.
Dressed but for her shoes, she slipped into the study. Fortunately, there was a pen and a small notepad on top of the desk, and she grabbed them. Took them into the bedroom, over to the divan and sat down to write.
With a small smile, she handed pieces of paper to both Lex and Clark. "Here... my phone number and address."
Lex accepted his with an answering smile. He was mostly dressed, all that was left to do was pull on the sweater he'd chosen from one of the shelves. But this... this was more important.
While Clark folded up his piece of paper and tucked it into the pocket of his jeans, Lex made his way into his study. He returned a moment later with his PDA, programming her information in as he swung toward the divan. The cell phone was still tucked down in the cushions. Once rescued, he added Buffy to his speed dial.
Clark eased his boots on, tying them as he watched Lex move around the room. He'd never be able to do it again without thinking about how Lex looked naked. How his body simply flowed from point to point. It would probably be a really good idea if Lex stayed away from his house for awhile... At least until he could get the blushes under control. Or until certain parts of his body stopped aching at the sight of him.
The same held true for Buffy. She was sitting on the divan, looking up at Lex as he leaned over for a casual kiss. Soft press of mouths that sent a jolt straight to Clark's cock. Which was already straining against his zipper. The blush got deeper by the minute as Clark pulled his t-shirt down and tried to tuck it in without touching that part of his anatomy.
When Clark reached over for the remote to turn off the TV, it occurred to him that his flannel shirt was up in the gym along with Buffy's coat. Clearing his throat, Clark caught their attention and he nodded toward the door. "Our stuff's still in the gym. I'll go get it and meet you back here?"
"Sure, Clark," Lex answered easily, his fingers sliding along Buffy's collar. "We'll be waiting for you." Keeping his voice casual and his touches casual were the result of years of training. His father's tutelage was actually paying off.
Buffy nodded her agreement and watched Clark head out of the room. At normal speed, since there were other people in the building. He was obviously very aware of when he could and couldn't use his powers.
With Clark gone, she looked up at Lex again. His fingers were still playing along the edge of her sweater, casual-like. She didn't mind, though... he was touching her, obviously wanted to touch her. And since she'd guessed earlier that Lex normally wasn't a touchy-feely person, the fact that he touched her meant a lot.
"Is something on your mind?" she finally asked. "Besides the obvious, I mean." Meaning that she knew that he didn't want her and Clark to leave any more than either of them really wanted to go. Even though they'd all resigned themselves to reality.
Lex shook his head even as he leaned down for another kiss. "Just the obvious..." He cupped the back of her head, tracing the line of her lower lip with his tongue before dipping inside.
Pulling back was an effort as were the words whispered against her temple. "When can I see you again?" Clark he would see tomorrow, that was already established. But Buffy was not. He wanted her to know that she was welcome.
That she was wanted.
"Anytime you want to," she breathed into his ear. Her arms lifted to wrap around him gently and her eyes closed as she soaked up the warmth and caring she felt from him. "I can come by tomorrow evening, after dinner, if you'd like. Or you could come have dinner with Dawn and me... though Andre cooks better than I do." Light touch of wry humor, but the invitation was honest.
She wanted to see him. Wanted to spend time with him. Wanted him to meet her sister, to know her family. Or, as much of her family as was available to know.
She wanted him to feel welcome and wanted.
Her taste was almost as addictive as Clark's. Lex followed it down from her ear to the base of her throat. "Mmmm... tomorrow would be wonderful. I have a dinner meeting but I could drop by around 8? Show you and your sister around Smallville."
He actually liked that idea. Getting to know her and her family. It felt... right. Hopefully, he'd get a warmer reception from Dawn than he'd ever received from Jonathan.
Of course Jonathan had a lot more to worry about. A lot more than he ever realized, given Lex's intentions for Clark. Not to exploit him... to love him and be loved by him... to fuck him until neither of them could walk. Not that Lex didn't feel the same way about Buffy, but this being Kansas, his intentions for her would be accepted much easier than his intentions for Clark.
"When does she go to bed?" Those words were accompanied by his hand gliding down her arm and then across her breast. Lex smiled as she arched up into his touch, her head turning toward the sound of his voice. "I want to make love to you. For hours..."
**Oh, God...** She whimpered softly at the sound of his voice, the tone washing over her and making her shiver. "Ten o'clock, usually. We'll have to be quieter, though... the apartment isn't that big. Or else come back here instead of going on patrol..."
Though the thought of him making love to her in her bed was a lovely one, something to erase all the traces of her past lovers, it probably made more sense to come here. More room, and no one to care if she screamed or cried out. Dawn slept pretty lightly, and in the past she'd complained a few times about the noise Buffy and Riley had made together.
"I can manage quiet." For a second, Lex covered her mouth with his hand before raising her hand to cover his. He licked her palm, eyes dark and dangerous as he murmured against her skin. "Think about it."
The image was right there behind his eyes. Each of them stifling the other's moans with hands and mouths and skin. Muscles strung taut, sweat sliding down backs and between breasts as Lex rode her. Or she rode him. Listening for a quiet call at the door or a gentle tap... coming silently while a voice whispered through the door, asking if Buffy was all right. The little girl on the other side unaware that a man covered her sister's body, driving deeper into her even as the question was asked and answered in a voice as close to normal as possible.
A similar image grew in Buffy's mind, seeded by Lex's words and voice and touch. Mouths melded together, swallowing each other's soft sounds as their bodies rocked. His hand over her mouth to stifle sound while his own noises were muffled by the breast in his mouth. Little sounds that escaped them being easily explained away in the morning as reactions to a dream or nightmare, should Dawn hear them and ask.
"Okay," she agreed breathlessly; she struggled with her body's reaction to the picture in her head. She didn't want to wait, but knew she had to. And at least with regard to Lex, her question about whether or not her lovers would want to see her independent of their trio had been answered.
"Good... I look forward to it." Light brush along the inside of her thigh, equally light brush of his mouth over hers. The image he'd painted was enough to overcome his body's exhaustion. Rising to his feet, Lex took a moment to adjust for the rise of his cock... making sure that Buffy saw it before moving away to retrieve his sweater.
He'd get her a key for the front and side doors as well as her own alarm code. The key wasn't a problem, he had a few of them lying around. The alarm code required a call to the security company in the morning. Something for his new assistant to take care of.
Smoothing the sweater into place, Lex slipped into a pair of shoes and tied them. He fished the lube out from between the pillows. That went into one of his pockets as a gift for Clark whenever he got back to the room.
Buffy blushed lightly but made no attempt to hide the fact that she watched him walk, watched him move. No one in the world moved like Lex, not even her. And the fact that he was so obviously willing to give her the assurances she needed in this relationship... that he let her see how he reacted to her, or just the idea of being with her. It was not only encouraging but incredibly heady.
Both Clark and Lex had watched her outright, the way she moved or just walked across the room. She was beginning to be comfortable with the idea of it and was watching them in return. And Lex was fascinating to watch.
All of his car keys were in the garage. Most of his vehicles were only meant to seat two but Buffy was small. She could fit easily between him and Clark... Plus they all had stick shifts and there was another image not conducive to his cock going back to sleep.
Sunset, bright orange spill of light fading into purple as the minutes ticked past. Buffy spread across the hood of the Lamborghini, her sweater up around her throat and pants pooled around one ankle. Clark with his head between her legs, practicing everything that they'd taught him today while Lex watched. Probably from the driver's seat or maybe from behind Clark.
Not touching either of them. Just watching... and enjoying. Watching Lex move around the room was not helping to shake the images playing in her mind. Images started by the sound of his voice and the merest suggestion in his words. And just from that, all she could see was bodies twined together. She pictured them in all the various positions she knew she enjoyed and wondered if he knew any she'd never tried.
Something in the way he gave orders made her wonder if he liked to dominate, and if she'd be able to let him. That thought conjured a picture of him holding her wrists in one large hand, safely out of the way over her head, while his other hand teased her body. And she realized that not only would she willingly try anything he wanted, she'd probably enjoy every second of it.
Turning towards her, Lex was not surprised to find Buffy watching him. Five steps brought him across the room. Two more had him standing in front of her. Legs spread a little, the only outward sign of his continued arousal was the hitch in his breathing and the undeniable line of his cock along one hip.
Lex reached down to take her hand, laid a kiss in the palm and placed it firmly on that rise. No words were spoken, not a one. He wanted her. If it weren't for the Kents' deadline, Buffy wouldn't be sitting on his divan. She'd be on the floor, or in the chair, or up against the fireplace... or out of the balcony with her legs wrapped around his waist.
Her fingers curled slightly around the curve of his shaft and she pressed her hand a little harder against him. Getting slowly to her feet, Buffy's eyes locked on Lex's and she deliberately pressed her body full-length against his. Her jeans were too heavy for him to feel that she was wet for him yet again... but he didn't need to be able to feel it, he could see it in her eyes.
"If not for Dawn, I'd never leave," she whispered very softly. "I wish this never had to end..." Her voice was wistful but resigned, then brightened when she added, "But there's always tomorrow." It would be a terribly long wait... but perhaps all the sweeter for it.
"Yes... tomorrow." Lex covered her mouth with a kiss even as he slipped his hand between her legs. Gentle press there, very aware that she was still sore, but enough pressure to be felt. Her mouth opened to him, letting him in even as one of the doors opened.
Standing in the doorway with Buffy's coat slung over his arm, Clark stopped short. Lex had Buffy in his arms, they were kissing and their hands were in very interesting places. Rather than feeling jealous, which would have been his normal reaction to something like this, he felt... happy.
Here was proof that Lex actually wanted Buffy, even if he wasn't in the room. Considering that's the way Clark felt about her, now there was no guilt associated with his own feelings. Lex wanted Buffy. Clark wanted Buffy. Lex wanted Clark and Clark wanted Lex... so everything was perfect. Except for his needing to be home in less than twenty minutes.
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Authors: Lex's Lady & Mistress Ace
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Rating: NC-17 (eventually – or maybe quickly depending on the whim of the muses)
Category: Crossover, Romance, Angst
Spoilers: All of season 1 of Smallville and season 6 of Buffy: The Vampire Slayer
Pairings: Buffy/Clark/Lex, m/f, m/m
Disclaimer: We don't own the characters at all (however much we might wish we did). Buffy and all references to BTVS are property of the great god Joss Whedon, et al. Clark, Lex and the Smallville storyline belong to Miller-Gough et al. We're just borrowing them for a while. We promise to put them back unharmed and perhaps a little happier.
Notes: ** denotes internal thought, * = italics.
Summary: What if the Summers girls moved to Smallville? What if Buffy discovered that Clark had a secret and thought he could use a confidant?
Dedications: From Em: To Ace, for her never-ending support and her willingness to work on this with me. She writes both Clark and Lex in a way I could never hope to achieve, and I couldn't possibly have done this on my own.
From Ace: To Em for reminding me why I love Buffy. To Beth for being my Smallville watching partner even when the scripts were awful. To the whole Clark/Lex list for opening my eyes to the potential here. And finally to Christina for her great story; Runaway Trains at 3 A.M. which was part of our inspiration. You can find it at: this site.