So these next few chapters will take place before the last one. Think of them as flashbacks of sorts so you can get a better idea of Sophia and Rex's relationship leading up to her illness. Anyway, please enjoy!
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Sophia stuck out her bottom lip. "Are you sure you can't make it?" she questioned for the thousandth time. She had her arms crossed over her chest and her face was twisted into a pout. She leaned back against the couch, looking up at him through narrowed eyes. It had about the same effect that an angry puppy would.
Rex chuckled lowly. Sophia's parents were making her attend a charity ball in their place. He would have been her date, but he had work. "I would if I could," he swore. "but I have an appointment tomorrow night." He plopped down next to her, looping his arm around her waist. "I think you'll survive."
She huffed. "Fine," she accepted. "but if I throw someone out of a window, I'm holding you responsible."
He kissed the top of her head. "I'm fine with that," he replied, gently tugging her onto his lap. He almost wished that he could go. For one, he wanted to see what dress Sophia was wearing. She was staying quiet about the subject and the suspense was killing him.
There were also going to be rich kids dying to sink their talons into Gotham's most eligible bachelorette. After what Sophia had gone through, he was worried that there would be...complications. He was unsure how she would react if someone were to approach her.
Of course, Sophia said she was fine. But Rex wasn't an idiot. He saw the small flinches and the subtle tenses. He couldn't help but think that she should see a therapist.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck. "I just think you're being antisocial," she grumbled.
Rex laughed. "Maybe," he replied cryptically. He set his hands onto her waist. "Just power through it, okay? I'll try to meet you after and we can do whatever you want."
Sophia smirked. "I'm holding you to that, Reginald," she purred, shifting slightly.
He groaned, closing his eyes as her core brushed against his. "Save it for later, Princess," he contended, standing up. He pulled her to her feet. "I have plans for us tonight."
She grinned. "Can't wait," she responded.
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Sophia absentmindedly wandered out toward the balcony the next night. She felt the cool, crisp breeze ruffle her long, elegant dress. It was a quiet Gotham night, no signs of attack or disarray; there were never many of those. She ran her slender fingers over the cold stone, shivering slightly. The pleasant chatter of the party sounded in the background and Sophia was glad that everyone was getting along.
She just wished it wasn't so boring.
The young woman groaned, massaging her temples. Both of her parents were on missions, so she was left to handle the high-society of Gotham alone. Honestly, she would have pulled a no-show, but this was a fundraiser to repair the children's ward of the hospital. It was important for the Waynes to make an appearance and show support.
Sophia sighed, shuffling awkwardly. The adults inside were so stiff and stuffy. Even the people her age were trying to be miniature versions of their parents. Would it kill anyone to be spontaneous?
She tensed when a large hand settled on her waist. "A pretty girl like you shouldn't be this lonely," a deep, raspy voice uttered into her ear.
Sophia instantly relaxed, recognizing the voice. "Rex!" she giggled, shoving him away. She was sure that her entire face lit up as she tackled him in a hug. The woman pulled back, taking it in his dark suit and sapphire blue tie. "I thought you had to work late?"
Rex grinned down at her. "They canceled at the last minute," he told her. His hands stayed stationary at her waist as he stared at her Kelly green gown. "Interesting color, Princess." His thumbs soft caressed her sides, sending chills down her spine. "I can't help but feel you drew inspiration from something."
She smirked, raising an eyebrow. "I could say the same about your tie," she retorted. She had picked this dress out with Rex's eyes in mind. She never wore much green and had wanted to see how it would look on her. She still wasn't sure green was her color, but his appreciative gaze said otherwise.
Rex began to draw lines up and down her sides. "Well, you look gorgeous," he declared. His left hand traveled up her back before tangling itself in her hair. "Green suits you."
She smiled. "Think so?" she murmured. She moved her hand to the nape of his neck, stroking the sensitive skin there. "I think you look exceedingly handsome in blue." Well, he always looked handsome, but she didn't tell him that much. Perhaps she should make a habit of it.
"The dress is pretty on you," he continued, pressing his lips to the top of her head. The man cupped her cheek, lowering his head to her ear. "But I think you'd look better without it."
The line was extremely cheesy, but that didn't stop her knees from buckling at his words. She felt her cheeks grow warm with embarrassment as she ducked her head. "I don't think I'll ever get used to your dirty talk," she confessed, burying her head into his shoulder. All of a sudden, she felt extremely aroused. She needed to leave.
Sophia peered up at him, a sudden longing burning in her core. "The, um, fundraiser's almost over," she admitted, glancing over at the hall. People were already filing out, so she assumed it was safe to do the same. Besides, if she didn't get Rex alone right now, she was going to end up jumping him. "Do you, uh, wanna do something? Like right now?"
Rex smirked down at her. "Why?" he teased. "Feeling hot?" He mockingly shivered. "I think it's kinda cold."
She glared. "Reginald John Stewart, I will walk home and use my goddamn vibrator if we don't leave right now," she threatened. She bit her lip, the heat between her legs burning hotter. Hera, she felt as though she was going to burst.
He, of course, was taking joy in her suffering as he lowered his lips onto her neck. "I don't think you want that," he taunted into her skin. "I might ruin that pretty dress of yours." Though, as he said this, he slipped his hand into the slit of her dress. However, his hand came to a stop upon her upper thigh. "Are you wearing panties?"
Breathless, Sophia shook her head. "No," she gasped out without thinking.
Rex immediately recoiled. "Jesus," he hissed. It was his turn to look thoroughly abashed. "Why not?"
"I-I didn't want to have panty lines," she admitted, her face burning even more. She adjusted the skirt of her gown, making sure that nothing showed. The young woman studied his face and felt a small stab of victory at the desire sparking in his eyes. "Now can we go?"
He pressed his lips against hers. "Whatever you want," he agreed against her mouth.
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There was something about Sophia's expression after she reached.
Rex observed as her eyelids fluttered delicately as she attempted to force them open. He knelt over her, watching with fascination as her hips bucked and moans tore from her lips. He slowed down his movements, allowing her to recover as her grip on the sheets loosened. She let out a final, sensual gasp as she finished, eyes closing as she processed.
He wasn't too far behind her, groaning as he came to his own release. Rex grunted, nearly collapsing on top of the gorgeous woman beneath him. "Holy fuck, babe," he moaned into the supple skin on her neck. Fuck, she was tight.
Sophia whimpered a bit as he removed himself from her protesting folds. "That was eight," she remarked tiredly. "I think your endurance is improving."
Rex rolled his eyes at the playful jab. "Look who's talking," he retorted, settling in the space next to her. "You lasted, what, five minutes?" He had learned that her body was extremely sensitive and he loved it. The first time, he hadn't even reached her snatch. He had been focusing all of his attention on her gorgeous tits.
Damn, he had it bad.
She glared at him, panting as her chest rose and fell. "You're just jealous that you didn't hit this when we were kids," she responded, tugging the covers over her bare body.
He cringed. "We're two years apart," he reminded her. "I wouldn't have hit that even if I'd liked you." He honestly didn't know how Danica'd had the guts. Honestly, they had all been terrified of her parents, her father especially. How does one sleep with Batman's teenage daughter? No sane person would. So he supposed Danica fit.
Sophia rolled her eyes. "Like you could have." She allowed him to pull her into his arms. They laid in silence for a moment before she spoke again. "You know, you can just say it."
Rex glanced down at her curiously. "Say, what?" he asked, confused. What was there to say? The tension in the room was suddenly palpable and this time it wasn't sexual. He couldn't help but feel that this was the calm before the storm.
She sighed, turning away from him. "You're worried," she stated plainly. "Though, I have no idea if it's about my stalker or..." Her voice broke here. "Or what happened with Holland. Whatever's bothering you, you can just tell me. Neither of us should have to walk on eggshells."
He swallowed thickly, allowing her words to sink in. "I am worried," he admitted. "About both, obviously, but the thing with Holland had been on my mind lately." He hesitantly laid a hand on her hip. "Soph, it's okay if... if it's not okay."
Sophia turned, raising an incredulous eyebrow at him. "What?" She seemed unable to comprehend his point.
Rex sighed, taking her face in his hands. "You ignore things," he told her. Sometimes, the direct approach was best for her. "Things bother you and you brush them off. I've seen it."
She took this in. "Perhaps," she confessed tentatively. "But that's just how I've always dealt with things, okay? Some things tend to make me and other people upset. So why bring them up? If I ignore them-" She promptly cut herself off. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
He took a deep breath, trying to take the irritation off his face. "Sophia, that's not healthy," he almost snapped. He took a moment to reign in his patience; Sophia was still a bit young. He had to remind himself that he hadn't made the best decisions at twenty-three. In fact, his stupid choices hadn't stopped until last year and she had a lot more common sense than he had.
Sophia glared at him. "Why not?" she bit back. "I'm not hurting anyone."
Rex examined her face and found that she was completely serious. "Except yourself," he countered dryly. How could she not see that? Now he was really convinced that she needed to see a therapist.
Her nostrils flared. "I am perfectly fine," she insisted hotly. "How dare-!" She stopped for a moment, closing her eyes. She inhaled deeply through her nose. When she opened them again, a steel gray had replaced the sapphire blue he was used to.
He recoiled; the last time he had seen her eyes like that, her shirt was torn and she had bruises everywhere and- Stop. Breathe.
Rex eyed Sophia who was cursing under her breath in various languages and pulling an undamaged shirt over her head. She was okay. She was here with him. She hadn't been... He swallowed the bile trying to crawl its way up her throat.
Maybe he hadn't completely healed from that night either.
"Soph," he tried, quickly pulling on his own clothes. He swiftly followed after the young heiress who was stalking away from him. "Sophia, hang on a second."
Sophia stopped suddenly, whipping around to face him. "Rex, don't," she warned. Her eyes sparked with anger and he was taken back. He hadn't seen that spark since he was eighteen years old.
He had forgotten just how irritatingly stubborn Sophia was. She had never cared what anyone else thought, she was going to do things her way. She arrogantly assumed that she was the only one her actions affected. Why? Because she was spoiled and could do whatever she wanted.
The thought of young Sophia only served to make his blood boil.
Rex recovered quickly, crossing his arms. "You can't just bottle everything up," he insisted, ignoring her warning. "It's only gonna hurt you more." A small, distant part of him knew that he was going about this in the wrong way, but at the moment he didn't care. Why couldn't she just accept help? If she didn't reach out, she was going to fall off the cliff and into the deep end.
She stared him down, a thousand different emotions passing through her eyes. They finally settled on just one: rage. "I think I should leave," she decided. She turned on her heel and walked right out the door, slamming it on her way out.
He stared at the spot she had vacated before grunting and stomping back into his room. Fine. If she wanted to be stubborn and self-destruct, who was he to stop her? When it bit her in the ass, he just hoped she didn't lose herself.
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Sophia's rage burned in her stomach.
Sometimes, she was reminded of why she had hated Rex as a child. He was a haughty wiseass who lacked an understanding of human emotions. Why couldn't she just cope the way she wanted to? There was no point in upsetting herself and bringing down everyone's mood. Maybe she just didn't want to talk about it, did he ever think of that?
She swallowed as she leaned against a nearby building. She didn't want to talk about it. Talking about it would mean it really happened. She would have to acknowledge that she had been weak and defenseless and-
Tears welled in her eyes as her heart thumped painfully. She had called him that night because she had been scared and she trusted him. Perhaps that had been a mistake. Perhaps this whole thing had been a mistake.
Rex was uncharted territory, after all. Maybe she should have stuck to an area she was familiar with...
Unconsciously, Sophia reached into her pocket for her phone. She didn't need Rex. She had someone else in her corner. She was going to make him see- She had almost finished dialing Danica's number when she abruptly stopped herself.
What the fuck was she doing?
Shame burned her cheeks as she shoved her phone back into her pocket. She couldn't go crawling to Danica. For one, they hadn't spoken in weeks. For another, she couldn't hurt her or Rex like that. That wouldn't be fair to either of them. No matter how angry she was at Rex, she didn't want to hurt him. And she couldn't take advantage of Danica like that.
She shook her head at the reminder of what a self-centered bitch she had been. Whenever Danica had annoyed her in their teen years, she had shamelessly flirted with Jon and sometimes Mareena.
She never wanted to be that person again.
So Sophia slid down the wall until she hit the concrete beneath her. She stared up at the black, inky night sky before she instantaneously began to sob her heart out.
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Writing this hurt me. But it had to happen. I wish it could be fluff all the time but it can't. Anyway, I hope you liked it and please review!