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Bliss.

That was all Sophia felt when her eyes fluttered open the next morning. The dull, aching pleasure between her legs couples with the strong, warm arms encircled around her gave her a temporary sense of euphoria. She closed her eyes for a moment to relish in the comfort and serenity, taking a deep breath. She hadn't felt this calm in a long time.

She turned her head slightly to study the man next to her. He was actually asleep, his mouth parted slightly as he snored softly. Sophia giggled quietly and couldn't help but press a light kiss to his jaw.

She took a moment to think about what had transpired last night. It had finally happened. And it had been unlike any other time she'd had sex. Last night had been passionate and powerful and desirable and perfect. She was sure that she had never felt like that before, certainly never with a man. Her cheeks flushed when she recalled just how big Rex was. When he had entered her, she had worried for a moment that it wouldn't fit.

It had been a ridiculous thought, of course, but she hadn't exactly been thinking rationally.

Sophia buried her head into the pillow, embarrassed. She sounded like a teenager again, but she just couldn't help it. She had never felt this with anyone, not even Danica. Rex had reduced her to a trembling, moaning, screaming mess and she had loved every minute of it.

He, in turn, had shown her a side of him that she had never seen. The lewd, risqué things he had murmured to her still rang in her ears. She'd had no idea that he could be so... dirty. Her certainly never acted like it.

She had to smile; it seemed as though there were a lot of things she didn't know about Rex Stewart.

As if reading her thoughts, he began to stir. Immediately, she averted her eyes as she didn't want him to know she had been staring. There was nothing creepier than staring at someone while they slept.

To her surprise- and elation- Rex pressed a quick, sleepy kiss to her lips. "Morning," he greeted tiredly.

Sophia giggled. "Morning," she returned. "Sleep well?" After his insomnia confession last night, she was surprised he slept at all. 'I must have tired him out,' she thought a bit haughtily.

But if she was being honest, last night had taken a lot out of her as well. She'd gone through at least six orgasms, maybe more. She had never been with someone who could keep up with her, most people had to stop after three at the most. Danica's metabolism probably should have allowed her to go further, but she was just too fast.

She felt Rex's hand absentmindedly caress her hip, making her shiver. "Better than I thought I would," he admitted. "Last night..." He searched her face for her thoughts.

Sophia was all too happy to provide them. "Was amazing," she finished, smiling up at him. "I've never felt so much at once before. Gods, is it always like that with you?"

He smirked, nuzzling the crook of her neck. "I'm glad you liked it," he replied lowly, the vibration of his voice shooting across her body. "But to answer your question, last night was unusually... powerful? I can't really describe it. I just know that sex isn't supposed to feel that good that hundredth time you do it."

She smirked up at him. "You've slept with a hundred woman?" she teased him. She knew he was exaggerating and she had to agree. Regular sex didn't feel like that, no matter what you felt for the person.

Rex gave her a dull look. "You know what I mean."

Sophia blew him a kiss. "Of course," she replied noncommittally. She leaned into his embrace for a moment and firmly decided that she wasn't going to work today. That was probably for the best anyway since she didn't know how to even approach dealing with Holland. Should she call the police? That was an option. But Gotham's finest weren't really known for tact or work ethic.

Besides, sexual assault in Gotham was small compared to the other crimes committed. She was also afraid that Holland could spin the story on her. There were no cameras in her office, anything could have happened.

"You can stay with me today if you want," offered Rex, catching her by surprise. "We can figure out what to do about that jackass later." How had he known what she was thinking about work and Holland?

Sophia blinked, but shrugged it off. "As long as I'm not imposing," she responded. She untangled herself from his arms and stood up slowly, making sure to give him a good view. "I'm gonna hop in the shower if you don't mind." She thought about winking, but decided she didn't want to lay it on too thick and quickly left the room.

She heard him groan behind her. "I know what you're doing, Sophia Wayne!" he called after her.

She snorted. "Obviously," she retorted. That was the whole reason she had done it, after all.

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That woman was going to be the death of him.

Rex sighed, discreetly pulling on the pair of boxers Sophia had torn off him last night. He smirked to himself; last night had been nothing less than mind-blowing. He had never imagined how undone she became overwhelmed by pleasure. Seeing the cool, calm, and collected Sophia Wayne tremble under his finger tips was enough to drive him wild.

Two hours. They had gone on for two fucking hours. He had never encountered someone who could endure him for that long. Even Mareena had complained that it was starting to hurt after the first two times she reached.

God, Sophia's body was the definition of perfection. Of course, he'd already known that after seeing her at the airport, but seeing her bare was completely different. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman in the world.

Rex grabbed his towel and patiently waited for Sophia to come out of the shower. He glanced around; they'd fucked so hard last night that he was surprised that the bed didn't collapse. He squinted, however, when he noticed that his dresser lamp had fallen forward. Odd, had one of them knocked it over? He didn't remember that. Shrugging, he set the lamp right.

It was then that Sophia came out, dressed in his clothes and her hair wet. "I texted Beth and told her I wasn't coming in," she announced. She stared at his bare chest for a moment before shaking her head. He almost smirked. "I'm yours for the rest of the day."

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. "Good to know," he remarked. "I'll be right back. You can watch TV in the living room if you want." She nodded and went to do just that.

He hopped in the shower quickly. Rex took a deep breath, allowing the warm water to run down his skin. He winced at a slight stinging sensation, but almost laughed when he discovered the source.

Scratches. There were a lot of them too. They ran up and down his arms, torso, and upper back. They were shallow, but that didn't stop the sting. Sophia definitely liked to play it rough. Although, what was he expecting from an Amazon?

Shaking his head, Rex finished up and exited the bathroom. Sophia, from what he could hear, had turned on the news. She had told him weeks ago that she hated the news, but watched it anyway because she liked to make fun of the anchors. "They sound like mindless drones," she had said. To be fair, she wasn't entirely wrong. In fact, the bland tone was how he could tell she was watching it.

When Rex finished getting dressed, he went out to the living room. "Hey, Soph, are you hungry? There's a diner around the corner that we could-" He stopped talking as soon as he saw her.

Sophia's skin was pale, much paler than her normally olive skin. Her bottom lip was trembling and her hands were shaking, her eyes trained directly on the television screen. He could see the hurried rise and fall of her chest, as if she was struggling to breathe.

He was at her side in an instant. "Soph? Hey." He shook her shoulder slightly, trying to get her attention. She didn't even acknowledge his presence. "Hey, what's wrong?" Without looking at him, Sophia raised an shaky hand and pointed at the TV screen.

'Lawyer Scott Holland Found Dead'

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Sophia couldn't breathe.

The anchor's voice replayed in her head, "Mr. Holland was found dead this morning..." She hadn't heard anything after that, had blocked out everything around her. Her stomach twisted and she felt like she was going to throw up. Dead? How could Holland be dead? She remembered leaving him alive, she had seen him breathing! She hadn't killed him! She-!

"Sophia Martha Wayne!"

Sophia blinked at the use of her full name, turning to meet Rex's worried gaze. She tilted her head. "How do you know my middle name?" She was sure that she had never told him.

Rex glared at her. "Dammit, Sophia, you almost gave me a heart attack," he stressed, cupping her cheeks. "Are you okay?"

She shrugged. "I... I guess." Her hands trembled as fear settled in her chest. "I didn't kill him, I swear!" She didn't know why she had felt the need to say that. Only someone who was guilty would say that and she didn't do it. She was sure of it.

He gave her a strange look. "I never said you did..." he assured her carefully. Great, now he probably thought she was crazy. "Soph, why are you so freaked? It's Gotham, doesn't shit like this happen everyday?"

Sophia ignored that little jab to her city. "That's not the poi-" She was interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone. Her jaw clenched as she pulled it out of her purse and glanced at the caller ID. It was her father. She glared at the small device before shaking her head. Yeah, that was a no. She shoved it into her pocket, ignoring it.

Rex raised an eyebrow at her, but didn't comment.

"Friends found Holland unresponsive this morning in his apartment."

Wait, what?

Sophia craned her neck toward the TV, drinking in the reporter's words. She had left him unconscious in her office; she had never even been to his apartment. And this wasn't an average Gotham street crime either. Someone had deliberately targeted Holland just hours after he had assaulted her. Could that be a coincidence? It had to be; no one knew about the incident other than her and Rex.

She furrowed her eyebrows. It couldn't have been Rex, could it? She knew he had been angry last night, but angry enough to kill the bastard? She doubted it. Besides, he had been with her the entire night.

Sophia's phoned buzzed and she pulled it out again. Examining the screen told her she had one new message. The woman opened it, her eyes scanning the words in front of her.

She promptly dropped her phone.

Rex seemed startled by her reaction. "Hey, what is it?" he asked. She didn't answer, the words seemed stuck in her throat. She was sure that she was starting to shake. She just didn't understand, how was this possible? Holland was dead.

He picked up her phone and studied the message. "He touched what was mine, he had to go," he read. His own expression shifted to mildly horrified at what was being implied.

Holland wasn't her stalker and whoever was had killed him.

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God, this chapter sounds so dead. Please excuse this chapter, I'm running on about 2 hours of sleep. Be warned, this chapter isn't edited. Anyway, I hope you liked it and please review!