Rating: PG, I guess
Disclaimer: Everything but the plot belongs to someone other than me.
Spoilers: none
Author's Note: This takes place the same day as chapter one, just many hours later; Lex makes good on his promise to take her dining and dancing in Metropolis.
Night and Day
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"Here we are, Chloe; the farthest, in appearance, that is, that you can get from Club Zero. Note the chandelier."
"Well, gee, Lex, for a bunch of lights hanging from the ceiling, it's kinda pretty."
"This is the last time I try to give you some culture."
"Don't make that face! I grew up here; it doesn't phase me anymore. I used to practically live at the museum, anyway. If that isn't culture..."
"But you didn't visit said museum in that sexy red dress and those high-heeled shoes, did you?"
"You'd *better* think this is a sexy dress; it's short and tight enough that Dad would have a heart attack, were he here. It's also the most uncomfortable thing I've ever had the misfortune of wearing."
"Ah, but were my illustrious manager present, you and I wouldn't be here; he's unaware we're dating, correct?"
"Well, yes. I was trying to make a point!"
"Which was?"
"Does flashy clothing really equal culture in your eyes, Lex?"
"By Zero standards, yes. Enough about that; unless you want something to drink first, let's go dance."
"Oh, yay; I love this song! Might I say that suit looks lovely on you?"
"I dress to impress. You like Frank Sinatra? I'm shocked, Chloe."
"I enjoy, 'Night and Day'."
"Hmm, learn something new about you every day."
"Meanwhile, you're just an open book. That was *sarcasm*, by the way, Lex."
"Are you implying that I should open up more? Geez, don't trip!"
"Thanks a ton for the heads-up, Romeo; you try spinning in these blasted shoes. And, yes, you should be more open about things."
"I think I'd look hot in those shoes of yours. Was that open enough?"
"You'd look sexy in this dress, too. I mean it."
"Shut up, my dear. Let's dance, okay?"
"You bet."
"You smell good, Chloe....mmm."
"Lex?"
"Yes?"
"Uh, nevermind."
"Chloe, what?"
"This morning, I could've sworn that you...never mind. Really. Let's just dance. ...hey, the song's just getting good! Why are you stopping?"
"Chloe Sullivan: if there's something on your mind, I want you to know that you can tell me! I care about you --you know that-- and if you need to talk, we'll talk."
"Fine. Let's go sit down."
"Well?"
"I want to order something to drink first."
"Right. Water and brandy, sir. Thanks. There, Chloe; now, what?"
"Let me finish my water; I'm hot."
"Yes, you are."
"Ha, ha; smirk away, rich boy."
"That's the thanks I get for complimenting you?"
"Shut up, Luthor, else I'll dump that vile smelling alcohol over your head."
"That's my girl."
"I'm nobody's 'girl'."
"'That's my Chloe'?"
"I swear..."
"Don't roll your eyes at me."
"Do you want to hear what's bothering me, or not, Lex?"
"I do. Out with it."
"This morning, did you really say you were in love with me, or did I just imagine that?"
"..."
"Lex?"
"You did hear me, then."
"Reporters hear and deny everything."
"I do love you, Chloe."
"It took a lot for you to admit that, didn't it?"
"No."
"Let's go dance again, Lex-dear."
"Okay; just don't call me 'dear'."
"'Let's go dance again, Sexy-Lex?'"
"Better."
"...What was that kiss for?"
"No reason."
"Okee doke."
"..What was *that* kiss for, Clo?"
"No reason."
"Okee doke."
MORE LATER...
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