Anthony and Cleopatra

TITLE: Anthony and Cleopatra

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Smallville

SHIP: Lex / Lana

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season Five and Six

UNIVERSE: My take on an extended scene with Lex and Lana after the end of Episode Three (Wither), Season six.

DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to The WB and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - Deton8@mweb.co.za

The Luthor Mansion, Smallville, Late

The calm felt great after the last few days of indecision and doubt. The way he'd looked at her when she'd entered the ball had clinched it. She'd spent the rest of the evening in anticipation. She'd also felt a naughty, secret little thrill that she wasn't wearing anything under her costume, not out of any concern for ruining the lines or authenticity of her costume, but in preparation for taking her relationship to the next level.

She had butterflies in her stomach despite her certainty that it was the right course of action. When he asks her the reason why she decided to come to the ball despite their earlier argument, she tells him it' life and that she wants to live it. She's nervous. She had only been intimate with one person, Clark, and she knew that Lex was way more experienced than she was, so she decides to takes the initiative.

They're standing in front of the fireplace and the heat is pleasant on her skin. She unclips his cape, letting it fall behind her and he asks: "What are you doing?" All she does is smile and then unclips the clasps on his armour and lets that drop to the ground too before pulling open the shirt he has underneath. The skin of his solid chest is incredibly smooth under her fingers. He takes the hint at this point and his caressing hands on her shoulders pull her into a kiss.

They've kissed before, but she realizes she had always held back and this time she doesn't. She surrenders herself to his lips and feels her knees go a little weak as she opens her lips under the gentle probing of his tongue. She lets her eyes close and enjoys the slight swirley feeling of vertigo in the darkness behind her eyelids as their lips writhe and their tongues tango. Despite the heat of the fire at her back her skin tingles with goose flesh and she can feel her nipples getting hard and pressing into his chest as he holds her close.

She opens her eyes when he break the kiss, but she is still pressed against her and she can feel his reaction to their kiss and her actions pressing against her belly before he spins them and creates some separation between them. They talk with their eyes. She sees his love and desire for her and he sees her willingness and acceptance of what that implies. He caresses the side of her neck and lets his fingers slide past her wealth of straightened, dark hair and undoes the knot holding her dress up.

Her stomach flutters as the material of her dress slides down her body in a whispering caress that sensitizes her skin. His eyes intensify the caress as they sweep down her body as it is revealed to him. She worries at her lower lip as she stands in front of only the second man to ever see her naked, but she butterflies fade a little when she see the desire and appreciation in his eyes.

They kiss again, slowly, exploring each others mouths, lips, teeth and tongues until they need air. While they kiss their hands explore as well. She hadn't realize how hard muscles Lex was or how smooth his skin would be. His hands are warm on her back, his fingers strong when they caress and squeeze her buttocks. She can feel her body reacting as her nipples expand and the skin of her breasts become prickly with sensation. She can also feel herself opening up and growing wet. After they break the kiss he gathers her into his arms and lifts her off her feet. "Are you sure?" he asks, looking down into her eyes. She doesn't hesitate when she says: "Yes." She feels safe in his arms as he carries her up the stairs and towards his bedroom.

He lays her down on his bed and she watches as he strips off the rest of his costume, revealing his body to her. He is muscular, but in a different way than Clark. She feels a bit guilty about comparing him to Clark, but it is the only reference she has. She is also a little shocked to realize that his body is totally hairless. He stands over her at the foot of the bed, his gaze painting her skin with heat. She watched his hairless shaft twitch and straighten into a stronger erection. He was different to Clark, but that was as far as she was going to let that thought go.

She was a little startled when he grabbed her ankles, but he gave her a reassuring smile as he slid his hands up her calves, testing the firm, sleek muscles under her smooth skin and then back down to her ankles. He took hold of them and gently pulled her towards him and the edge of the bed. The silk of the bedcovers was a whispering caress against her back. He shifted his hold from her ankles, to her calves and then the back of her knees. Each touch left an echo of heat and pressure and then her buttocks were at the edge of the bed and she let him spread her legs further apart as he kneeled between them.

She found herself rapidly blinking up at the painted ceiling above his bed, her teeth once again worrying at the her lower lip as Lex showed her the difference between skill and enthusiasm as he ate her out with expertise she had not experienced before. His tongue explored her with bold, firm and probing strokes sending streams of pleasure radiating through her. When first his lips and then his tongue found the exposed pearl of her clit, her hips bucked and she felt her stomach muscles tenses and quiver as if on invisible drawstrings as he sucked at her sensitive flesh.

Her hands found his head. His smooth, baldness a strange curiosity as she massages his scalp in encouragement, with out the tactile sensation of hair running through her fingers. Her back bows with the pleasure, her shoulders pressing into the mattress, her mouth, now open wide, as she pants his name through the waves of pleasure his oral skills are creating.

She can feel her orgasm building as his hands snaked up either side of her body. His fingers and palms again left phantom sensations of heat and pressure as they moved up her sensitized flesh. She let out a little gasp as his hands cupped her breasts and began to squeeze, caress and manipulate them in time with his sucking lips and lapping tongue. When he starts tweaking and playing with her nipples, her world went a little blurry as she arches and bucks in response to the surges of electric pleasure his ministrations are creating in her body. She doesn't want him to stop, as he drives her closer and closer to climax, but it's not the way she wants it to happen.

It takes a titanic effort of will to tell him to stop and pull his lip away from her most intimate flesh. His lips, jaw and cheeks glisten with her juices and it gives her a little thrill to watch him collect some of it on his fingers and them suck them clean with undeniable relish. "I thought you were enjoying that?" he asks leaning down and lightly kissing her sex, making the breathing she has just managed to get back under control, hitch just a little. "No, no, no, no, Lex. Are you kidding? God, that was... was amazing. It's just... just I..." She replies, unable to vocalize her exact needs.

He gives her a reassuring smile. "Scoot up." He tells her and he follows her onto the bed as she complies. When she stops moving, he continues to until he is poised above her, his weight supported on his elbows and his legs between hers. She can feel him, hard, hot and pulsing against the inside of her thigh. She wraps her arms around him, letting her fingers test the smooth muscles of his shoulder blades and back. He leans down and kisses her. She can taste herself on his lips and in his mouth as she explores it with her tongue.

He lifts his head, sucking on her lower lip, stretching it a little before letting go. He shifts forward and she can now feel the head of his penis pressing between the swollen lips of her pussy, but he goes no farther, simply beaming down at her. She let one hand slide from his back and brings it between them, reaching for his swollen member. She takes a moment to explore it's length, caressing it's girth in her lightly closed fist. She lets go and rubs her thumb over the rest of her fingers. Her hand is slick with the combination of heir lubricating fluids. She spreads it eagerly along his length and rubs his tip back and forth along her slit before moving his head to her opening. The touch of his sex to hers is like an electric charge re-energising her building orgasm as she feels her muscles clench.

She lets out a short, sharp gasp as he thrust forward into her. Her body resists him, but his forward motion will not be denied as he slides into her inch by slow inch. The friction of her clenching flesh and his penetrating shaft is a delicious torture as her body adjusts to his invasion. The muscles of her back tense and her hips buck as he stretches her and fills her completely. He remains still, allowing her to adjust. She luxuriates in her fullness. The very act of breathing tightens her flesh around him. Their tightly pressed pubic bones grind into each other as she signals her readiness by rolling her hips and letting her hands slide from his back to his buttocks.

They begin to move, slowly at first, but soon they build to a steady, pleasurable rhythm. She draws her knees up and then twines her legs with his. Each stroke fuel the fire inside her. Each jolt of pleasure drives her closer to climax. Her hands flex against the hard muscled globes of his ass, urging and encouraging him. Her head thrashes from side to side but stills when he kisses below her ear and then licks and sucks at her pulse point. She says his name on a breath wisp of air and moans loudly when he shifts his position and the angle of his stroke. She pulls her legs up further, opening herself to him even more. His one hand and arm have wormed their way under her back and when his hands hooks over her shoulder he adds extra strength to his thrust by pulling her onto him.

She throws her head back, panting her encouragement of his actions before dissolving into soft cries as her body bucks and rolls in an effort to match his ardour. He is breathing hard, and his hot breathes blast against her skin only to be followed by his hotter sucking lips and swirling tongue leaving echoes of rippling waves of sensation that over lap and make her skin feel alive.

He runs his tongue up the valley of her cleavage lapping up heavy droplets of sweat and replacing them with his warm saliva. Her shoulders roll against the silk of the bed cover and press into the mattress below his lips wrap around the tip of one of her breasts and he nips lightly at her hard, sensitive nipple before bathing it with his saliva-wet tongue. One of her hands leave his buttocks and she scrapes her nails up the length of his back to cup and cradle the back of his had, pressing him to her tit flesh as he nurses at it. Each pull from his sucking lips, lights up her nerve ending and when his tongue flicks her nipple or rolls it she finds it hard to breath as the pleasure cuts through her chest making her spine bow.

She kisses the smooth skin of his had, tasting the salt of his sweat. She drags in air through her mouth and nose enjoying the strange, mixed-scent of his cologne, sweat and sex. Their bodies make wet, slapping noises as their bodies meet again and again and again. Loud cries echo around the room and it surprises her to realize she is their source. He calls her name with such desire before switching his mouth to her other breast, that her body starts to betray her.

She feels her muscles start to misfire as the dam within her holding her orgasm in check starts to show cracks from the battering onslaught of his hard, pounding, thrusting shaft. She feels it clearly, a moment of all encompassing silence and calm, and then the dam bursts. Her sex locks down on him as he buries himself deep in her depths. She feels the tip of his member press hard against her cervix as she releases a hot flood. The pleasure blasts through her body, rippling through her nerves. She thinks she hears him grunt, but her senses are failing with the overload of sensation. She does feel him swell and subside in swift waves, his shaft pressing against her tightly clenched channel that starts to ripple in response.

Her world is a blurry collection of shapes and unidentifiable noises. Her mouth is open wide, head thrown back in a wordless cry. Her heart is racing a mile-a-minute, a pounding counterpoint to her tensing body. Every muscle in her body is tensing and relaxing at different rates, making her body shudder and quiver. Her spine is a taut bow, never quite softening as wave after wave of her climax racks her body. It feels like forever before her body starts to relax in stages, interrupted by orgasmic flare-ups when he or she unconsciously shifts. The last of these is when he gently collapses onto her, resting his head on her chest.

She welcomes the feel and pressure of his weight. It brings her back to reality, giving proof that what just happened was real and not some dream. The room is silent, except for the rasp of their heavy breathes as they try to bring their breathing back to normal. He starts to roll off her, but she stops him. "Not yet." She whispers, her voice sounding strange to her own ears. She can feel him start to shrink out of her and she immediately feels the loss.

He kisses the side of her breast and this time when he makes to lift himself and roll off her she lets him. He pulls her along with him and she sighs as she drapes herself over his side and snuggles into his arms. "Lex, I..." she started but he cut her off. "Shhhhhhhh." He shushed her.
"But..." she tried to continue. "Shhhhhhhhhh. Tomorrow is soon enough, Lana." he tells her and squeezes her shoulder and kisses the top of her head. She can feel a little of his essence trickling out of her and she realizes he is right. He presses something and the lights die, casting them into darkness and she snuggles closer to him before drifting off to sleep.

THE END