a/n: So I am working on chapter 14 of Part the Clouds but to release a little pre-finals stress…I played around with Earth-2 Kaneco. Admittedly this went more in the 'strong T' zone than I originally intended. Let me know if you guys dig it!

-Lex

His apartment had an open floor layout, the kind she had only seen in movies. The living room and the bedroom was one large space, the areas only designated by furniture and hardwood patterns. A kitchen hidden behind a wall and his bathroom in another space all together. Reverb wasn't a flashy man so the dark furniture and rugs wasn't a surprise. However, the woman was very surprised by the wall of movies and the oversized entertainment center. He had claimed to like movies but…she obviously had underestimated him.

Kane took a seat on the black leather couch, the material bending under her like a sponge. Her attention caught on the bowl of candy on the wooden end table. The rainbow of colors out of place in the room. Servicing her curiosity, Kane leaned over to inspect the candy.

"Please," Reverb chuckled, coming back from the connecting workroom he had mentioned. "Make yourself at home."

"Em&Em's." she mumbled, not stopping her inspection as he took the seat beside her. "and no brown ones."

"Just the way you like." He breathed, stretching his arms out across the back.

Popping a blue candy in her mouth, Kane fought the urge to narrow her eyes at him. Reverb had the tendency to do things without her asking. Of course, she figured him to be thoughtful and considerate…at first. He would arrive at her office just as one of her sisters asked if she wanted lunch…tuned up her electric bat before she knew it was broken…had even gotten her to open up about somethings in her past. It was the incident at the warehouse that made her look closer.

A Belle named Shawna had gotten a lead on the client that had attempted to double cross the Belles a year ago. A meek little med student named Caitlin that had been acting as a criminal informant for the DEA. The lead took the sisters straight to a warehouse deep into the shadiest part of the city. While they had expected to find Caitlin, they didn't know that she was the new ice meta in town. Before the icy fight could commence, Reverb appeared in the warehouse. Threatening to shatter Frosty's nervous system if she didn't stand down.

You bet your ass the gang leader had started to look closer and she knew without a doubt. Reverb was watching her.

The man's slender fingers tangled in her curls, thumb stroking the back of her neck. Leaving trails of goosebumps in his wake.

"I never told you that I didn't like the brown ones, Reverb."

"Francisco." He corrected.

"You want me to start calling you by your real name?" Kane checked, turning her body to face him.

"You introduced me as your boyfriend after I picked you up from the Chapter Meeting. And I never hear that name anymore." He untangled his hand from the curls to drag ever-so-slowly down her neck. "Say it."

"Francisco," she purred, an idea popping into her head as he grinned. "Francisco Armando Ramon."

The meta hummed in approval, sliding his free hand up her thigh. Despite her leather clad legs, Francisco's touch felt as if it were scorching her.

"Again." He instructed as he inched closer. Unable to keep his hands off of her.

The Belle smiled wickedly as she pulled out of his grasp, raising to her full fight. A wave of disappointment passed over the meta at the loss of contact and Kane knew that convincing him to stop using his powers on her would be much easier than she originally guessed. Kane yanked off her jacket and let her boyfriend see the brown skin revealed by her purple halter top.

"Mi vida?" he asked, watching as she pitched her jacket somewhere behind the couch.

"Eyes on me, Francisco." Kane purred and he immediately snapped to attention. "Think you can do that?"

"Easy." He assured, indeed keeping his eyes on her.

Using his shoulder for stabilization, Kane climbed into his lap with her knees on either side of his hips. Pride swelled in her chest as she watched his black eyes grow even darker. Francisco had slept over a few times…her sisters jetting up to her apartment in order to gossip. Kane wasn't really one to kiss and tell so naturally the girls had assumed their night had gone a particular way. Her sisters would have been shocked to know that the couple hadn't even rounded third base. Francisco was known as one of the more…impatient... metahumans but he had let her set the pace. Constantly insisting that they had all the time in the world.

His hands palmed her hips, fingers digging in with the effort of not rushing her. Kane took her time, tugging the on the rubberband until his raven locks spilled loosely around his face. She ran her hands through it, reveling in the silky hair. Francisco leaned into her hands, trailing his own up and under the material of her shirt. She breath in, pulling down his scent: something woodsy mixing with something that was naturally him. It was intoxicating. Her slow smile spread as she wrapped her arms around his solid shoulders. The movement had pulled her closer and Francisco dusted her skin with his lips. Moving lightly up and down her collarbones. Kane zoned in on his lips, stealing his minty breath. He kissed her back eagerly, sucking her bottom lip between his own.

A small moan bubbled in her chest…Francisco took that as encouragement. His fingers scratched against her spine, inspiring a shiver of pleasure on the way. God, would his touch always be so intense. She blinked and her blouse was sliding up…over her rib cage…past her suddenly heavy breasts…and over her midnight curls. She looked into his bottomless eyes, obsidian with desire, and saw the storm brewing in their depths. The same storm that brewed in her own.

He was so sure that they were meant to be. A synergy of forces… leading to a release of energy much greater than any of its individual parties would ever create. A perfect storm, he had called them once or twice. Kane wasn't sure she believed in perfect but she did know about storms. About the torrential downpour that could seep down into your bones. About the whipping wind that could be so strong that it could either sweep you off your feet or steal your breath away…perhaps both. About the thunder and lightning that could make your purse race and your core quiver.

No, she didn't believe in perfect…but they were certainly a storm.

"Francisco." Kane called, breathing slightly labored as she remembered her original plan. "I need to ask you a question."

"uh huh." He uttered, sinking his teeth into the side of her neck. She gasped as Francisco mixed the pleasure with the pain.

"Mmmmhm. Will you be honest with me?"

He returned to her lips, fingering the clasps of her lacey bra. "Always."

The only way that Kane would be able to focus was if Francisco would hold still. She reached back and peeled his hands off of her skin, forcing them to the back of the couch. Her boyfriend didn't quite catch the hint…still dragging his mouth against her collarbone. Luckily, he was quick to catch on when she held herself just out of reach.

"I am guessing that this question requires my full attention." He grumbled.

"Have you been using your powers on me?" Kane asked.

Francisco's brow pulled tight and surprise forced his jaw to drop open with a pop.

"Using my own desire against me." He scoffed. "Damn the Hell's Belle. You're a Siren!"

"Is that your final answer?"

"Kane does it even…" He started to groan.

"Matter? Yes, it does matter to me." She insisted, releasing his hands and attempting to maneuver off his lap. Quickly, his hands caught her waist holding her still.

"Yes, I do…look." He breathed. "I didn't realize it would bother you."

"Yes you did." Kane huffed. " I want you to be with me in the moment. I want to know that everything you do in this relationship is because you choose it…not because you are shifting the outcome."

"Cant you see, Amorcita? I am choosing this. I am choosing you."

"And I love that, I love that you want to watch over me but you cant control me."

Francisco reached up, cupping Kane's face in his hands as he spoke.

"Nubecita, you misunderstand."

"I do misunderstand. What did you just call me?" Kane asked, slightly distracted whenever he used the bit of Spanish.

"I do not wish to control you. Personally that seems like a much more difficult job than I want." He joked. "You told me about your parents and how nothing you ever did satisfied them. Because of that you were neglected…even before your sister was born. That you spent a year in juvie, where you met Canary and Artemis…and when you got out your parents had moved to Hub City. Banning you from your own sister."

"Is there a reason we are on this trip down memory lane?" Kane asked, feeling exposed for the first time tonight.

"I never want you to feel abandoned again. I will not allow it." His fiery eyes bore up into hers.

"So you watch for me because you want to prove that you care about me."

"I want you to have everything: that you want, that you didn't know you needed. I want to prove that you I can be and do…any and everything you need." His black eyes were deep and sincere. "I want you to be happy."

Kane let his words sink it, melting her heart on the way down. They had only been together for two months and she wondered what she had done to deserve someone that cared so deeply for her.

"You do make me happy." She confessed. "I don't think I've ever been as happy as I have with you."

Francisco smiled. A toothy grin that was exclusively for her.

"I purpose a compromise." He started, absently scratching along her spine. "I will refrain from search the timeline for you…as long as it does not pertain to your safety."

"And on my side?"

"You tell me what you…need." Francisco leered, reaching up to bite her pulse point again. Kane was sure that he was working on marking her skin. "Deal?"

"Deal. But really, Is it so difficult to focus, Francisco?" she teased, stoking the arms that held her.

"You bring a man to your alter and ask him not to worship." His hands dropped to her hips and tugged her impossibly closer, mashing her…softest spots against his…not so soft ones. Kane bit back a moan. "mujer mal muy, muy mal."

"Mal means bad right? Arent you the worse one here?"

"Oh, yes. I'm a dick." He chuckled. "One that happens to be addicted to you."

He snorted at his own joke, twisting to the side laying her overheated skin against the cool leather of the couch. The two adjusted: Francisco moving to hover over her, Kane positioning her knees around his hips again. Although she had just been straddling him, Francisco appeared to be larger…as if she had to spread her thighs further to accept him. Perhaps it was because he was blocking all other distractions: being the only thing she could see, smell or hear. His heat crashing into her like waves.

His lips were back against her skin…pulling her out of the thoughts.

"What did you call me earlier?"

"Mi Nubecita? My little cloud."

Kane didn't believe in perfect…but at least this was her favorite kind of storm.