A/N: This chapter is a continuation of the last chapter, only in Lex's pov. It is also the last chapter this month; the next one will be sometime in July. I REALLY hope you enjoy this one- I wrote, rewrote and editing one more time. I think it will answers almost all of your questions about Lex/Chloe's past leading to the beginning of the story. This chapter is named after a puddle of mud song. Enjoy!

Chapter 5: Blurry

Two months prior…

Even with both hands occupied, mouth firmly latched onto the hollow of Chloe's neck and navigating a semi-stumbling girl through the maze of corridors, Lex was a master at making sure he advance towards his final destination: his plush, silk sheeted bed.

He wasn't sure what had sparked Chloe's sudden interest in having sex with him- just as their entanglements with each other where about to end- but frankly Lex didn't care. Chloe was attractive, passionate and willing member of the opposite sex. Most importantly, she was his wife and technically it was within her job description to have sex with him.

So now that she willing to entertain him sexually, he didn't care whether she was drunk or stoned. She was incredibly eager- if her roaming hands pulling at his clothes were any indication.

"Lex…" Chloe moaned and pushed her chest more firmly into his. "Please, bed. Now."

He didn't need to be asked twice.

Kicking the door shut with his right foot, he stopped long enough to squat down slightly and place both his hands under Chloe's buttocks. He hoisted her up and against him, thrilled when she wrapped her legs around his waist. He kept walking until his knees hit the edge of the mattress and promptly dropped her onto the mattress; Their limbs easily untangling from each other.

Chloe let out a drunken giggle as her body bounced once on the mattress and when she had finally settled on it- lying back with her arms at her side and legs slightly spread, she peered at him through half-hooded eyes and crooked her finger at him in a "come hither" expression.

For a second Lex actually wanted to laugh. Wanted to call a timeout like Zach did in Save By The Bell and analyze the situation thoroughly before proceeding.

There he was: thoroughly kissed, extremely aroused and incredibly perplexed as to why his ice queen of a soon-to-be-ex-wife was now going to let him fuck her brains out. It was in one word completely… surreal.

Chloe must be tremendously drunk Lex decided.

For a second that inner voice, the one that he thought had disappeared long ago, spoke to him. Told him it was wrong to take advantage of Chloe in her current state. She was not in her right mind, the voice tried to reason, it would be morally repugnant to bury himself inside her, carry out the other half of his plan and then immediately dump her to rush right back into Lana's arms.

That made him still. The other half of his plan. The part where he took advantage of Chloe and with some assistance- in the form of Luthorcorp manufactured fertility pills- impregnated her and then bargained an exchange with Clark- releasing Chloe in exchange for Clark breaking his commitment to Lana.

Of course, in his original plan, this event- finally consummating his marriage with Chloe- would have happened months prior, ensuring that Chloe was pregnant before he negotiated with Clark. No matter though, he resolved, he would complete the task now and then, armed with the knowledge that Chloe was most likely pregnant, proceed to prevent Lana from bounding herself to Clark.

He focused his attention back on Chloe, who was seductively draped at the edge of the bed rubbing her thighs together and waiting expectantly for him to progress things.

So here he was at a crossroad. He could take option A- sleep with Chloe, carry-out his plan and get Lana back, or he could take option B- sleep with Chloe, forget his plan with Lana and strive towards the family he had always dreamed of with his wife.

One thing was for sure though. Both plans involved fucking Chloe. So he'd do that now and worry about everything else later.

He felt Chloe's leg slid up his thigh and come to rest on the hard bulge in his pants.

"Are you done mentally examining every aspect of this? Can we get to the good part already?" She was biting her lip anxiously and her eyes were racking over his body.


"So…" She propped herself up on her elbows and her eyes twinkled. "What's the verdict? Am I getting some assistance with my orgasm this evening or should I use my hands?"

"No need to use your hands, you can use mine."

Chloe smiled- genuinely smiled, not seductively or deviously- and started to take her hair down from the pins that confined it in its dignified twist. Then she took off her earrings.

"All that time spent perfecting your appearance wasted?"

Reaching over and setting the pins on the nightstand, Chloe chuckled. "As long as you don't smudge my makeup, it's all good. I can easily redo my do… the makeup on the other hand will be tougher."

Lex nodded and removed his cufflinks, setting them beside her hairpins. "I'll try my best not to ruin it."

"Good. Now come here."

She fully sat up and stretched her arms out to grab the front of his shirt; He'd lost his jacket somewhere between the study and the bedroom. Hopefully one of the maids found it, picked up and hung it for him.

Her hands worked franticly to pull his shirt tails out of his pants and her fingers maneuvered themselves quickly to unbutton his shirt. Once it was unbuttoned, Lex helped her push the shirt off his shoulders.

"Wow." Chloe gasped, reaching forward to stroke his chest with her fingertips. "I knew you worked out, but you're in better shape then I imagined."

Lex quirky his right eyebrow. "Really? You imagined my body?"

Chloe rolled her eyes and stifled a giggle. "Of course silly. I may have wanted to stab a knife through your heart- at night, while you were sleeping peacefully in your bed next door- but I'm not blind to how attractive you are." She leaned forward slightly, the flaps of her halter parting and giving Lex a nice shot of her cleavage.

"I know you've thought about it Lexie." Had he not been distracted by her chest, Lex would have cringed at the name. Her voice had dropped timber and taken on a slightly seductive tone. "You may be in love with Lana all you want, but you desire me. Because I'm passionate and exciting and your last wife," she sneered. "Was demure and pristine and quiet. You probably haven't had a good fuck in a while."

Lex was shocked by Chloe's words- honestly astounded by thoughts he didn't know she'd been having. Apparently she was talkative while under the influence.

"Interesting assumptions."

Chloe reached around and unhooked the halter, watching Lex's expression carefully as she bared her breasts to him.

"So, are we doing this or what Luthor?" She practically purred at him.


He leaned over and fiercely locked his lips with hers. Their lips slanted over each other firmly and Lex snaked his tongue out, pushed past her plump lips and tangled their tongues.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and hooked her legs over his, pulling his body over hers. She ground her hips against his shamelessly.

She let out little mewing sounds as Lex worked one hand over her breast- alternatively kneading them softy with his fingertips and pinching the nipples- while moving his lips across her neck and nipping at her flesh.

"God." Chloe released a satisfied sigh. "Keep going."

Lex's other hand pressed against her thighs, working its way up her body and dragging the hem of her expensive custom made dress up. Removing one hand from his neck, Chloe covered the hand on her thighs and moved it until it was over her center.

She made a little grunt as Lex's fingers began to stroke her over her underwear.

She pushed him away from him, and for a second Lex thought she had reconsidered having sex with him. Instead she used her hands to shimmy out of her dress, pushing down her underwear as well.

There she was completely naked- except for her necklace- spread out on his bed and waiting for him. It was… exhilarating.

They locked eyes and silently communicated with each other. She pulled him back to her and began working on getting rid of his belt and working him out of his trousers. He began pushing his feet out of his shoes and then proceeded to shove the remained of his clothing- trousers, boxers and socks- off of his flesh.

He didn't have to check if she was wet. She was too worked up not to be. He grabbed her by the waist and dragged her further onto the bed. Until they were both situated in the middle, his body completely covering hers.

"Did you need more foreplay?"

He knew he really should work her into a frenzy using his fingers and his mouth, but if he planned on disrupting Lana's wedding- which he still had yet to decide what course of action he would take after they had had sex- they need to do it now and he needed to have enough time to make it to the wedding.

Chloe giggled like a naughty schoolgirl with a dirty secret- she was obviously still drunk- and nodded no.

He took hold of his penis, lined it with her entrance and thrust inside her before Chloe had a chance to blink.

She let out a moan of approval and clenched her legs around his hips. Lex waited a second before he started thrust wildly into her and she bucked against him with as much ferocity.

She clawed at his back, worked her hands over his back and lightly brushed his smooth scalp.

"Your bald head is SO sexy." Chloe groaned out amidst the thrusts. "In fact, I think you'd be less sexy if you had hair. I want to lick your scalp one day. It's a fantasy of mine."

Lex wanted to laugh out loud. And he would have, if it wouldn't have ruined the moment. Only Chloe could form a sentence like that at a time like this.

Chloe tightened around him and bucked her hips roughly against his own.

Lex tried to contain his grunts of pleasure. He had not had a great lay like Chloe in so long- since before he started courting Lana.

His orgasm was approaching, and from the way that Chloe was thrashing wildly beneath him, he knew hers was looming close as well.

He pulled their pelvises closer, changing the angle of his thrusts, and then he felt her shatter underneath him. The sensation, combined with the sounds she was making and the expression on her face, triggered his own reaction.

Neither of them uttered the other's name; It would have been too hypocritical of them to do so. They didn't love each other- or even tolerate one another- and past this one time, he doubted it would ever happen again. So they both just grunted and moaned out loud as they climaxed and then came off their high.

Lex rolled off her- sexually satisfied and physically tired. He glanced at the watch and saw that the wedding would start in a little more than half an hour. Plenty of time to hurl his bombs at Clark and Lana, and walk away with the ex- and also future Mrs. Luthor.

"Chloe," She rolled over to look at him through heavy eyelids. Her hair was matted to her forehead in chunky clumps. Little beads of sweat had formed around her collarbone and her skin was flushed a lovely rosy color.


He could tell she was barely awake. Good. With any luck she would skip the wedding altogether.

"The wedding is starting soon."

She muttered something.

"Are you going?"

This time she actually managed to get a coherent sentence out. "Nope. I'm going to stay here- bask in the post-coital bliss of an orgasm, come down off my drunken stupor and celebrate the ending of our hellish union."

Lex studied her. She looked almost giddy to the point of loony. She was obviously taking this as their final meeting and residing under the same roof.

Lex wanted to stay and savor his orgasm, but alas he had things to do. He hurled himself upright and out of bed. He gathered all his clothes quickly and shoved himself back into them. He checked himself once in the mirror to make sure he looked presentable and then took off for the Kent farm.

It wasn't hard to locate Lana. She was in Clark's old bedroom, primping in front of the mirror to ensure she looked one hundred percent radiant as she walked towards the love of her life.

Lex admired her- standing there in her modest spaghetti strap dress, with her hair in a beautifully done French twist and a modest veil covering her elegantly painted face.

She was glowingly, ethereally beautiful.

She noticed him in her mirror and whipped around so fast so almost lost her balance.

"Lex," She gasped. "What are you doing here?"

He stepped forward, placed his hands on her shoulders- a move she didn't shy away from- and stared deeply, lovingly into her eyes.

"I just wanted to see the most beautiful woman I've ever met on her wedding day." Lex slid his hands to cup her face delicately. "You look lovely Lana."

Lana's eyes soften towards Lex.

"Thank you. For being here, despite our differences, and for being so nice and gracious right now. Especially with the way things between us ended…"

Lex felt the familiar feeling well-up inside his chest; Start near his heart and then pleasantly wash over his entire being. The feeling he always received when Lana was within his grasp. An emotional mixture of bittersweet longing and unimaginable blissful. An almost unbelievable feeling of euphoria- like possessing the ability to fly or winning the lottery.

He really wanted to pull her face close, basket in the warmth of her flesh and indulge in the sweet taste of his mouth slanting over hers. He wanted to hold her tight, run his hands all over her sides and feel the heat of her body curled next to his own. He wanted to tuck her into his body until it was impossible to distinguish where she ended and he began.

Instead he politely smiled at her. He imparted onto her false well-wishes and tenderly kissed her cheek- lingering longer than socially politely acceptable.

And then he was off to find Clark and finish off this plan once and for all. He found his ex-bosom buddy in his personal domain, overseeing the wedding site and observing the guests as they mingled and waited for the wedding to start. He had only minutes to execute his plan.


He knew Clark wasn't surprised by his presence. After all, super hearing was one of his many powers.

"Lex." Clark returned evenly. "What are you doing here? Where's Chloe?"

Lex had been looking for an opening and without coaxing Clark had presented him one. Now was the time to place the final stroke to his plan and achieve everything he'd been working for.

"My wife is at the manor, recovering from overexertion." Lex showed Clark a dubious smile. "I don't know if she's informed you that she's pregnant."

He saw Clark stiffen and his eyes widen to the size of saucers.

Clark shook his head. "You're lying. Chloe would never let you touch her."

Lex's smile only widened.

"She did and she is."

It wasn't a total lie. More than likely, thanks to the supercharged Luthorcorp vitamins he'd had Amelia crush into her food over the last couple of months, there was a ninety-eight percent chance she was pregnant.

Clark seemed to stutter over his thoughts. The pain was clearly etched over his face. He probably viewed this revelation as a betrayal. He also probably felt guilty over it. Good. He needed Clark to play the martyr and sacrifice his love for Lana to save Chloe from all the dangers remaining at his side would befall her.

"I'm sure you're well aware of the… conditions Chloe's been living in as my wife."

Suddenly fire blazed in Clark's green eyes.

"Of course we know of the way you've had Chloe locked up. Away from me and Lois. Controlling her life and making her miserable Lex."

"Well," Lex knew he had to play this right or else all his work would be for nothing. "I've decided that I'm willing to return to her her freedom. In exchange for something else."

Clark gritted his teeth and fisted his hands at his sides. "What do you want?"

"I want you to leave Lana and never see her again."

He could tell Clark hadn't been expecting that as a trade-off for Chloe. Save his best friend from damnation or renounce his love for Lana. He couldn't have both.

"Now before you make a rash decision," Lex rushed on before Clark could speak or even think about it further than the few seconds he had had to contemplate it already. "Think about it very carefully. You can let Lana go, let her rush back into my arms and have her be taken care of. Treated like a queen and loved more than any other woman on this earth." His voice got harsh. "Or you can keep Lana and leave Chloe by my side. But I can assure you Clark that I will make her life a living hell. I will take that child away from her the second she gives birth and never let her see it again."

Clark visibly paled.

Lex had presented the choices. Now it was time to choose.

He watched Clark struggle with the decision, with a look as if the weight of the world was upon his shoulders. And then he finally spoke up.

"Okay Lex. I'll break things off with Lana." He looked as if he was in physical pain as he spoke the words. "I'll go tell her now."

Clark started to head out of the loft, but Lex grabbed his arm and stopped him.

"No. You leave now and return in a couple of weeks. Chloe will be free and Lana will be over you."

Clark looked like he was going to argue, but then he just sighed and resigned himself to what Lex was telling him to do. He marched out of the loft and then used his super speed to zoom away. Now he just had to wait for Lana to fall apart.

He found Lana an hour later, on the back forty of the Kent Farm, attempting to not let the pain show.

Her dress was mud-caked, her mascara was streaked down her cheeks and her lovely hair was in disarray. Even so pathetically miserable, she was still gorgeous to him.

She was seated in the mud, staring blankly into space. He took a seat next to her- not caring that his fifty thousand dollar suit was now ruined- and pulled her into his side. She let the dam of tears break and began convulsed with grief into his side.

"God Lex," She screamed through tears. "He left me. In my wedding dress. Without saying a word."

Lex wanted to sympathized, but he couldn't. He was too giddy.

It had all worked out. Clark was gone, Lana was vulnerable and Chloe was unknowingly incubating a child for him and Lana to start their family with. Everything was right with the world.

He kissed the crown of her head and waited until the sobs subsided.

"I would have never done that to you Lana." He whispered it to her. He wanted to sound gentle and compassionate. "I would have loved you and treated you like the goddess you are."

He tilted her face towards him until they could lock eyes and tried to silently imprint his sentiments into her mind.

"You left my side to be with him, but look where you ended up. Broken by his hand as always. I love you Lana. I still love you. I'll always love you." He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "Why don't you just forget about Clark and come home? To me and the family we could have together?"

Lana looked at him through thick lashes and for a second he flashed back to Chloe's husky eyes as she lay wantoningly beneath him, flashing him a similar look of tenderness mixed with distress. He pushed that thought away quickly and returned to the issue at hand.

"What about Chloe?"

Lex cupped her face affectionately and brought their faces within centimeters of each other.

"I don't love her. She was a cheap replacement for you. I only ever wanted you."

He pressed his lips against his softly and waited for some type of response. Lana was tentative and only briefly moved her lips against his before moving away.

"I can't Lex." He felt his heart shatter like delicate crystal. "Not right now at least. I need to leave Smallville for a little while. Examine my feelings and get sense of self."

She pulled her body out of the crook of his body.

"I do love you Lex… some part of me always will. But I don't know if I can just jump from Clark's bed into yours again."

He wanted to rage out at her, 'But you jumped from mine into his so easily. ' He knew it was true, but he also knew he couldn't admit it out loud. He would definitely lose her then. So he just curled inside himself- like a lost and frightened little boy- and waited for her to finish.

She pressed a kiss to his cheek and stood up. "I'll be back. And when I come back we can talk about us. If we have a future or not; If you still want to."

Lex nodded, knowing if he used his voice he would breakdown and cry. He needed a minute to process and contain the emotion that was threatening to leak out.

"I'll see you around Lex." Lana started to head back to the house, never bothering to turn around and look back at him.

He sat in the mud for almost an hour before he had the nerve to move.

The drive back to the manor had been suffocatingly quiet and right now Lex knew his thoughts were his own worst enemy. So he did the only thing he could do when affronted with an uncontrollable crisis- he found something else to focus on.

He found Chloe in her room, sauntering around like an excited hummingbird and packing her bags with care despite her rush.

She spotted him and despite the animosity that existed between them, she flashed him a bright smile.

"Hey Lexie-boy. I'm almost done packing." She pulled more clothes into her suitcase before shutting it. "I can secure my own ride home."

He didn't say a word, just let her prattle on.

She looked elated. Her body language characterized her pleasant mood and her smile seemed to illuminate the room. She was freshly showered, her skin still slightly damp and her chestnut colored hair neatly combed back and glistening wet.

He watched her pick up her suitcase and purse and turn to look at him. "So the divorce papers will come in the mail, I suppose. I hope you and Lana have a gloriously rotten life blissfully together." She even flashed him a smile at the end- not a nice one, but definitely not a mean one. Indifferent was more like it.

The sting of her words hit him like a ton of bricks.

He was losing her for Lana, but Lana wasn't here beside him. She was most likely miles away from Smallville, headed to God knows where, to recover from the loss of the man of her life. She hadn't accepted him as easily as he had expected. She'd rejected him instead of opting back to a life beside him, where her every need and whim was met.


Chloe shrugged her shoulders. "Okay. Have your lawyers call me with a date to sign the divorce papers."

She started to head for the door, but Lex violently gripped her arms as she passed by.

"I said no."

Chloe lost her grip on the suitcase, but maintained eye contact. The only sounds in the room where the reverberating clang of her suitcase hitting the hard floor and their combined harsh breathing mingling together.

"What the hell is your problem Luthor?" She snapped as she narrowed her eyes at him. "We had a deal remember. Our contract ends today."

He fisted her upper arms harder, likely leaving a bruise on her pale flesh.

"Listen to me Chloe Sullivan," He hissed. "I make the rules here, not you and I've decided to take back my promise of letting our marriage end now."

Chloe struggled against his hands.

"You can't do that!" She screamed. "You promised." She tried to beat her fists against his chest, but he had too firm of a grip on her arms. "You promised! It ends today!"

He could see the tears bubbling up. They started to slip out of her eyes, but her voice remained steady.

"You can't do this Lex. Let me go please. Please!" She implored.

Her eyes were wild and tear-filled, her nose was beginning to run and her words sounded desperate now.


He released her, hurling towards the mattress. She ended up collapsing on the floor a few feet away.

"No Mrs. Luthor. There will be no divorce, at least not yet." He spoke with such authority that he sounded like his was addressing the board of Luthorcorp. "We will stay in Smallville one more night then head back to Metropolis tomorrow. Dinner will be in an hour. Show up if you like- I could care less either way."

He started to march towards the door. The only sounds in the room where the click of his shoes against the castle floor and her sobs bouncing off the walls into his ears. He stopped at the door and turned to face her.

"Oh, one more thing." Chloe looked up at him, her face completely broken and her eyes silently begging him to reconsider; To let her leave his side. "Starting tonight we will begin to share the same bed."

He didn't give her a chance to respond. Instead he slammed the door behind his exit as hard as possible and stalked back to the study to fix himself a large glass of scotch and drown his sorrows.