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17 November 2010 @ 04:13 pm
"À la Carte" (Chloe/Chlex one-shot: Entry for NS Fanfic Challenge #13)- PG  

TITLE: À la Carte

AUTHOR: Lexie aka
[info]lillianschild 

PAIRING: Chlex

CHALLENGE: Naughty-Seduction Fanfic Challenge #13 October 2010- A Halloween Duck Mystery

RATING: PG-13

SUMMARY:
There's nothing like the thrill of the hunt, the rush that comes with not knowing if one might get caught.

 

 

There’s nothing like the thrill of the hunt, the exhilaration that comes with risk-taking, the surge of energy provided by the adrenaline pumping and filling both muscles and sinews. It makes her feel alive, that while the world’s moving fast around her and everyone in this leafy little hamlet is either sauntering in slow motion or standing still, she’s actually doing something to move forward and get closer to her dreams and the city which has never really left her.

She’s a girl on a mission, but this once she’s got no partner in crime. Even though he’s driven the brunette away and pushed her unwittingly into Jason’s arms, Clark’s mind is too busy mooning over Lana to be of any help. Having him on the team would be a liability this time because he’d either try to talk her out of her plan or do something foolish and ruin the whole operation.

Everything has gone smoothly so far. Her recon’s been a success and she’s managed to gather all the pertaining information to make any last-minute adjustments and time her steps carefully. There’s very little room for mistakes since she’ll be working on a very tight schedule.

Slipping behind the wheel of her red Beetle, she shakes her head when she sees her reflection in the rearview mirror. She looks like one of those stealthy jewel thieves who move in and out of rich people’s houses camouflaged from head-to-toe in the middle of the night.

She’s aware that a professional would have driven to the future crime scene in an inconspicuous car, one which blended with the surroundings and didn’t shine like a beacon in the moonlight, but borrowing someone else’s would have required giving explanations she couldn’t afford. Carrying her reliable but colourful vehicle with such a china moon up in the sky was the only calculated risk she decided to run on tonight’s stakeout.

She turns on the ignition safe in the knowledge that she’s too far away for the engine to be heard. And, as she manoeuvres out of the bushes, she breathes relieved for the first time since she left the dinner table and then sneaked out of her house claiming she had to meet a deadline for her last Halloween edition of The Torch.

A couple of blocks away from home she makes a quick phone call to check Gabe and his date are on their way to that jazz club in Grandville she got tickets to thanks to a guy who owed her a favour. Nobody picks up, which is good news since she doesn’t feel like pushing the Beetle up the driveway with the engine off. Her abs still ache after all those push-ups the substitute-gym teacher-from-hell submitted them to a couple of mornings ago. She lets out the air she’s been holding as she turns off the ignition and steps out of the vehicle. Damn! That hurt. Good thing she doesn’t have to climb up the old oak tree to get to her room.

Once inside she changes into a pair of comfortable Halloween-themed pyjamas Gabe bought especially for her when he visited Gotham for a job interview at Wayne Enterprises. No pumpkins or witches on a broomstick like the ones that used to be her favourites as a small kid; these new pyjamas feature haunted houses and a flying bat against a full moon as it befits the city where they were purchased, the hometown of the caped-crusader who became her hero during her distancing from Clark .

It isn’t midnight yet and her stomach’s grumbling after skipping dessert. Her sight falls on the pumpkin and pecan pie Mrs Kent insisted she brought home and, with a sigh, she gives in to temptation. She removes the tea towel, slices a big portion and then settles down on the sofa with a fork and a tall glass of milk to have a good laugh watching Mel Brooks’ Young Frankenstein for the umpteenth time. To hell with her diet; nobody cares about her generous curves and, anyway, she deserves to indulge her sweet tooth after being recruited by Lana to help Mrs K carve all those pumpkins meant to decorate The Talon for the Halloween Bash. At least, all that pumpkin pulp was put to good use.

 

  

The following afternoon she enters The Talon for her daily double dose of caffeine and finds Smallville’s High Prom Queen in a sour mood and being unusually curt with a couple of jocks.

“Wow! What’s with that scowl and that Jason Voorhee’s attitude? I know The Talon’s supposed to adopt the Halloween spirit to attract more clientele, but don’t you think the manager’s gone a little overboard?” chuckles Chloe.

“I’m sorry... it’s just that... . I know I shouldn’t be taking it out on others, but I’m mad,” replies the brunette, closing the till a little too forcibly.

“I can see that,” the blonde cocks an eyebrow. “Who’s the male specimen to blame this time? “

“Don’t you hate it when they try to buy your forgiveness or act as if nothing had ever happened?”

“The story of my life,” sighs Chloe, sitting down at the counter. “So? Spill.”

“It’s nothing really.”

“It didn’t look like nothing a minute ago. Has it got anything to do with a certain handsome and lately unemployed coach?”

“It does in a way. If Lex thinks I’m going to let things go away this easily...”

“Lex?” asks Chloe in a slightly tremulous voice as Lana preps the espresso machine.

“He’s the one who had Jason expelled not Clark... And this,” she adds, looking at the card she’s got in her hands as if she wanted to bore two holes in it, “is definitely not the kind of apology I was expecting.”

“Excuse me, Lana. There’s a client at number four who... wants to talk with the manager,” one of the temp waitresses interrupts them with a hint of panic in her voice.

“It’s OK, Janine,” smiles Lana, “I know what the first couple of days feel like. Been there done that; I’m doing much better behind the counter. I’ll see to it. Go and give Stella a hand at the back.”

“Thanks, Miss Lang,” replies the young girl visibly relieved.

“OK. Wish me luck,” Lana tells Chloe, taking a deep breath and wiping her hands on her jeans. “Mr Sorensen is a client sent straight from hell.”

“How about inviting him to Saturday’s party at The Talon? Tell him the costume’s on the house. It can’t be difficult to get a pitch and a fork considering you’re doing business with a Luthor,”

“Lionel must have rented the last one,” smirks Lana, leaving her girlfriend to pacify the difficult customer.

Chloe takes a sip of her macchiato and, darting a discreet look around, she retrieves the card Lana threw into the wastepaper basket.

“Oh, Lex, you’ve just served me the way in on a platter! “ murmurs the blonde reporter, trying to rein in her excitement so as not to call anyone’s attention.

 

Getting the perfect costume has been the most difficult part. She almost gave in to a naughty impulse that told her to rent a dominatrix costume complete with chains and a couple of handcuffs. The mask covered a good deal of her face but she thought Lex would be able to recognise her. The whole purpose of attending the ball was to sneak in using the event as a cover-up, take the information she needed and leave without calling the host’s or anyone’s attention. And that particular outfit... Well, let’s say all those months of being ignored by him would have come to an end.

She can’t believe an old-fashioned hairpin has opened the door of the cupboard which houses one of Lex’s best-guarded secrets. State-of-the-art security? Hah!

“Let’s see...” she browses the ancient book.”Gotcha!”

“So here you are,” murmurs a velvety voice close to her ear, making her jump. “I didn’t expect to find you in this particular room. May I?” he adds, stretching out an arm to take the book from her hands. “This secret’s been in the family for decades. My maternal great-grandmother’s recipe of Canard à l’orange. Venturing into the bad wolf’s lair for a duck recipe, Chloe? He must be a very special man.”

“He is,” she replies, clearing her throat and wondering if her body will ever stop reacting to Lex’s nearness.

Her plan has been as much an excuse to see the billionaire again as an operation to secure her Dad the perfect recipe to dazzle Kathy before his marriage proposal. “What gave me away?”

“Maid Chloe. Nice outfit. You might consider wearing a longer skirt next time,” his mouth tilts slightly upwards.

Damn it! How could she have been so remiss? The crescent-shaped mole on her left thigh.

“You look better as a blonde,” he adds, removing her brown wig.” So... what shall I do with such a beautiful intruder?”

“Any ideas?”

“I‘m sure I can think of something.”

 

THE END

 

 
 
Current Mood: melancholymelancholy
 
 
 
phoenixnzphoenixnz on November 17th, 2010 07:25 pm (UTC)
Ooh, I know what Lex and Chloe would be getting up to next. This was a fun story hon.
lillianschild: sexylillianschild on November 18th, 2010 01:02 am (UTC)
Thanks, Leanne. It was fun writing it.
iluvaqtiluvaqt on November 17th, 2010 11:02 pm (UTC)
Oh such a nasty way to leave it, but then it is PG-13. Very sneaky, cheeky and cute short. I liked Chloe's snarky thoughts and her plotting. And pecan pumpkin pie with cream sounds so nice right now. I haven't made pumpkin pie in too long.

Somehow the line about Chloe's outfit being short, I'm thinking Lex could recognize her butt and legs in anything. Unless the outfit was designed to dwarf or disguise her figure. :D
lillianschild: smilelillianschild on November 18th, 2010 01:05 am (UTC)
Thanks for reading and reviewing.

And I agree, a man as observant as Lex would recognise Chloe even if she were wearing a sack of potatoes. Maybe Chloe wants to believe she can outsmart him and chooses to deceive herself by thinking it's the mole that has given her away. LOL
iluvaqtiluvaqt on November 18th, 2010 04:09 am (UTC)
Maybe Chloe wants to believe she can outsmart him and chooses to deceive herself by thinking it's the mole that has given her away

That's what I thought ;) Love the icon BTW. Michael is such a good-looking man. I miss him as Lex :(
lillianschild: too hotlillianschild on November 18th, 2010 05:33 am (UTC)
Michael's a lovely man inside and out. Glad you liked the smiling icon; it was made by Ilenia aka miele, an Italian SV fan.
eternal_moonieeternal_moonie on November 18th, 2010 12:44 am (UTC)
Absolutely LOVE it honey! Great new Chlex story.

I was wondering about something, but not about the story. Are you a Vampire Diaries fan?
lillianschild: lex desirelillianschild on November 18th, 2010 01:01 am (UTC)
Glad you liked it, darling.

As regards your question, no, I'm afraid I'm not a VD's fan, I haven't got anything against the show. In fact, I've never watched it because I'm not into vampires. I know you're a fan of the show and, believe me, it hasn't been my intention to slight you in any way by not reading or commenting on your posts, as I told you once I'm hetLex-obsessed... If you ever write something with Lex in a non-slash pairing you can count me in. :D



eternal_moonieeternal_moonie on November 18th, 2010 01:10 am (UTC)
Aww chips! *grabs Ben & Jerry's to digest this friendfail* Nah, I'm just joking. Alrighty. Keep up the good work with Clex then honey.
lillianschild: painlillianschild on November 18th, 2010 01:14 am (UTC)
Aww chips! *grabs Ben & Jerry's to digest this friendfail* Nah, I'm just joking. Alrighty. Keep up the good work with Clex then honey.

ROTFL. By the way, your subconscious has betrayed you- Clex? *big grin*
eternal_moonieeternal_moonie on November 18th, 2010 09:33 am (UTC)
*sings* oops, I did it again!

I did it once before. I meant Chlex, but you're too sweet to edit the comment so I gave ya another one.
Jengreenlady2 on November 18th, 2010 09:23 am (UTC)
Cute story. I like the bit about Chloe's mole. :-)))