Private Tour
by a campbell
Smallville, Clex (implied), Lex/Victoria
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The state of Kansas was colder in winter than Victoria had expected, and she shivered in her sleeveless gown. Instead of prairie heat and dry air, she was getting gray slush and sleet. Oh, well. She was learning, though she did regret not bringing a proper wrap to the museum this evening.
She waited for Lex, who’d paused to confer with his young friend before that hideously gaudy breastplate in the main display case. Her friend from boarding school had fine artistic taste, except for the occasional spectacular lapse. Which, Victoria had to admit, didn’t extend to his present choice of amusement, however rude and boorish he might be.
Her glance fell on Clark Kent, toothsome boy, tall, dark, killer green gaze. He’d been shadowing Lex earlier in the evening and seemed glum about something now. Rather young for her taste, but she might be persuaded. Still, he’d seem to take an unusually instant dislike to her, as witness the snarky comments to Lex under his breath. Strange, that. Teenage boys typically fell in droves before her, whether or not they were in love with other men.
"So, what brings you here to Metropolis, Victoria?" Lex’s silk-soft voice murmured near her ear, very close. She looked up to see him holding two fresh flutes of sparkling wine, one of which he held out to her. Lex’s eyebrows went up, just a touch, as she took the glass from his hand. She looked forward to running her tongue along them later in the evening.
"Just looking up an old friend." She sipped slowly, luxuriously, let her tongue run around the rim of the glass and noted his hard swallow with satisfaction. She coughed and stifled a sneeze at the little bubbles that drifted up into her nostrils, and Lex’s features relaxed into a preoccupied smile.
"You’re with someone?" he asked absently after a moment. He turned slightly as the Kent boy passed by, gaze following Clark as he strode off toward the museum entrance. Victoria cleared her throat ostentatiously, and Lex turned back to her.
"Not as of this moment," she declared. The escort provided by her father could find his own way back to the hotel. "And I’m ready for my private tour."
His response was a sleek shrug. "Then allow me."
She laughed a melodious, throaty chuckle as she laced her arm through his.
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They halted in the semi-darkness of a room well away from the gala guests, a long chamber filled with tall pillars, shrouded statues and stacks of forgotten paintings. Lex let one finger trail gently down her bare arm and she made sure a low moan escaped her in response. He grinned and bent to touch his half-open mouth gently to hers, but she held him gently back, made him wait for it. She lifted her hands to loosen his tie, tugged at the collar of his shirt, then tightened his fingers on her wrist before blowing a short, cool breath in his ear.
Victoria laughed as he yanked her smoothly behind the pillar. She opened her lips so his tongue could plunder her mouth in little stabs, making her shiver deliciously. Wrapping her slim arms around his shoulders, she stretched and sighed. She was ready for a good fuck any time, now, and it appeared she was going to get it before the evening was out.
"So, Lex," she murmured in the most kittenish purr she could muster when he paused for breath. "Not getting any of it out here in the wheatfields?" She knew his interest in her was limited beyond the physical, despite the family issues they had in common, so she might as well play it to the max.
"Wait and find out," he admonished. "You should be able to tell." He leaned in closer, as yearning and focused as Lex Luthor could be for anything, and pressed her back hard against the stone pillar."
"Aren’t we eager..." and she touched a manicured fingertip to his lower lip as she reached between them for a grope at his crotch, causing him choke back a gasp before pressing into her grip.
The men all thought she was a fool, nothing more than a beautiful body on legs, but she usually wound up on top in more ways than one. He was easy prey.
As was his father.
"So how about coming to see my new digs?" One hand was on her left breast, kneading expertly, the other was gliding back to cup her left cheek. Lex’s warm lips were cruising down her throat to place a wet kiss on the hollow of her neck. She let one soft hand glide up and over the sensuous smooth skin of his bare scalp and felt his sigh cool the dampness on her skin.
"You might be able to persuade me," said Victoria. She held his face steady as she planted a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. Just keep on the way you’re going, Lex."
"Well, hell, let’s get on the road now, then."
"My, we are impatient, aren’t we?"
"The limo’s comfortable and private. I’ll just have to find Clark before we go."
"Why?" asked Victoria, her gaze darkening.
"He was my special guest tonight. Farm boy, doesn’t get to the big city very often. He can ride home on the tour bus with his friends."
"Ah, I see. I thought perhaps we were up for a threesome tonight."
Lex, who was downing the last of his sparkling wine, choked and coughed, and Victoria chuckled.
"I’ll wait while you talk to him. If you’ll promise me one thing, Lex."
"And what might that be?"
"That we can include Clark in our arrangement at some point during my visit."
Oh, this was delicious. She wasn’t sure if it was jealousy or fascination that darkened his gaze, which stabilized in a smile within a few seconds. He reached out to finger one of her chestnut curls. "Tsk, tsk," he murmured in that dusky voice. "We're naughty, aren’t we, Victoria?"
"You know it’s the way you like me, Lex. You always have."
He shook his head. "That’s not the way it is between Clark and me, Vic."
She gazed at him for a long moment, narrowing her eyes deliberately. "Pull the other one," she said, letting her voice go sultry. "Maybe not yet, but I know you, Lex."
Lex paused, smiled, then his gaze darkened as he moved in again. He reached down, curling fingers around her wrist, then pinned the arm behind her with a sharp twist. His lips sought hers hungrily as he pressed her back against the pillar once again.
My God, she thought. He may just fuck me right here.
Victoria crossed her fingers mentally as she slipped her hand free. Her arms wound around him as she lost herself in the kiss.
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