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"Remind me to pick a fight with you more often," huffed Sophia, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Her crotch throbbed with satisfaction as her eyes fluttered slightly. Hera, she felt so good. "Make-up sex with you is fucking amazing." It had definitely beat their first time together. It was as though sex with Rex got better each time they did it. Or perhaps it was just from the week of having no contact with one another.

Rex, who was also breathing heavily, chuckled at her. "I think you were just sexually frustrated," he remarked playfully. He easily evaded her swatting hand.

She huffed again, this time with annoyance. "One more comment about my sexual urges and I'll permanently ban you from my bed," she threatened. Of course, they both knew this was a promise she couldn't keep. There were days where she would literally jump him.

Sophia sighed in bliss, leaning into his warm, accommodating arms. She had missed him even more than she'd thought. Even though she wouldn't allow herself to mope or recede into herself, their argument had weighed heavily on her mind. She just couldn't understand what she had done wrong.

She had been on her own for so long that it hadn't occurred to her how her actions affected people. And it wasn't as if there had been a lot of talking in her last relationship (just yelling). It had startled her, how concerned Rex had been. It had been a long time since someone had been so invested in her life. She hadn't- and still didn't- know how to deal with it.

But she knew that if she wanted this relationship to work, she would have to be more open. So, Sophia peered up at him. "I missed you," she admitted. She closed her eyes, hoping that this show of weakness wouldn't be exploited.

Rex pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I missed you too," he returned. He cupped one of her cheeks, his thumb caressing the soft flesh. Pain flashed through his eyes for a moment before it was gone. "When I got that picture, I was so afraid. It was like I was being punished for leaving you or something."

Sophia regarded him hesitantly. "Rex, love, you don't blame yourself, do you?" she questioned, furrowing her eyebrows with worry. She was confident that it would have happened either way. As much as she hated it, Rex couldn't be with her all the time. They both had work, for one, and they weren't the kind of couple that spent every second together.

His Kelly green eyes lowered. "I let you walk out," he reminded her. Shame marred his face and she felt a pang in her chest.

Gently, she lifted his chin up. "You didn't let me do anything," she retorted softly. "I left because I was angry and I didn't want you to see it." Her father had raised her to be calm and collected at all times. Sometimes she was and sometimes she wasn't, but she never lost her temper. She usually ended up crying her frustration instead of physically lashing out.

The corners of his mouth twitched, but sadness still darkened his face. "Gotta watch that Amazon temper, huh?" he teased.

Sophia stuck out her tongue. "Like Thanagarians are any better," she shot back. Their childhood had more than proved that. Rex wasn't dangerously angry per se, but he was easily irritated. That had definitely stuck with him. In those moments, he always reminded her of his mother. Even now, bits of Aunt Shayera seemed to peek through.

She lightly punched his shoulder. "Point is, dear, that it wasn't your fault. Just like you said it wasn't mine."

Rex cocked an eyebrow at her. "Dear?" he echoed. The negative energy seemed to have vanished from his expression. "My god, you are a nerd."

The young woman frowned, flicking his forehead. "Not nice," she scolded. Like he was one to talk. She may have graduated at sixteen, but he was the IT guy. She sighed, burying her face into his chest. "But you know what?"

"What?"

Sophia peered up at him, smirking. "You should use that tone more," she suggested coyly. "It's a major turn-on." A part of her had been enraged that he would dare speak to her that way, but a bigger part had been pleasantly surprised. And aroused.

Rex rolled his eyes. "You are such a sub," he told her.

She scowled at him. "I'm sorry, did you want me to break you?" she asked sweetly. Although, Sophia had always known this about herself. She did it on purpose for the most part since she was so strong. However, there was a small fraction of her that reveled in being ravished.

He grinned at her, running a hand up and down her side. "Is that a challenge, Miss Wayne?" he baited.

Sophia might as well have jumped him.

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They had never been closer.

It seemed as though their fight had strengthened their bond. The two of them spent nearly everyday together: talking, going out, watching good and bad movies. Sophia had even opened up to Rex about that night much to his relief. He, of course, had worried that their time together overwhelmed him, but she shot that down. She felt safe with him. She trusted him.

Currently, they were curled up on her couch watching Mamma Mia. "This movie's so stupid," deadpanned Rex. Honestly, how had she convinced him to watch it with her?

Sophia shrugged. "The second one's better," she agreed. "But you have to admit that the first one has charm to it." She chuckled, a memory coming to her. "Mom and I used to watch this movie all the time."

Rex raised an eyebrow. "Why?" He couldn't see his godmother enjoying a romantic comedy. Nor could he see her sitting through a musical.

She grinned. "Well, it takes place in Greece," she reminded him. "And they included the people who actually live on Skopelos. That's two points." She smiled at the scene where Donna, the main character, helps Sophie, her daughter, get ready for her wedding. "Besides, she likes this part."

This scene, in particular, made her fall in love with the movie as well.

Rex couldn't see the appeal, but who understood the bond between a mother and daughter? Certainly not him. "We're not watching the sequel," he told her adamantly. He had already say through this torture for nearly two hours. If he heard the words 'Dancing Queen' again...

Sophia snorted. "Fine," she relented, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. "But we're watching Frozen II next."

He gave her a look of horror. "You're a monster," he decided. "Must you subject me to such torture?"

She laughed, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I happen to love that movie," she told him. Seeing it in theaters had made her cry, not that she would ever tell him that. "Besides, you haven't even seen it."

Rex huffed, leaning back into the couch. He didn't have anything against the first movie, but there was only so much femininity a man could take in one night. "I'm just glad tomorrow's my night to choose," he declared. "You owe me for this, Princess."

Sophia raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin on her lips. "I think I know just how to pay you back," she purred, positioning herself onto his lap. She kissed him deeply, straddling his hips with her own. He responded almost immediately, his hands on her rear and his lips caressing hers. He groaned, pulling her closer to him as he broke the kiss, lips trailing down her jaw. Then her neck. Then...

She gasped as Rex hovered below her covered right breast. Groaning in frustration, Sophia flung the shirt over her head, discarding it onto the floor. He chuckled at her eagerness, but his eyes focused on her bra. They seemed to darken with not just lust, but affection too. She was momentarily lost in his Kelly orbs.

Rex carefully unclasped her bra, exposing her full breasts and pretty brown nipples. He swallowed thickly, his eyes flicking up to hers. But she seemed to be in a trance, her eyes boring into his soul.

"Soph," he rasped, suddenly overcome with the desire he had for this woman. He had no idea why he felt such a connection with her- especially given their rough past- but he did. It was almost as though they fit perfectly together. Opposites in every way, but also so similar that they just... connected.

Sophia came out of her trance, peering down at him with a range of emotions. Then, she smiled brilliantly at him. "Rex," she returned. She leaned down, pressing her forehead to his. They were so close that he could feel the brush of her long eyelashes against his cheeks.

They both took a deep breath, reveling in their closeness.

Neither of them would ever be able to explain what happened in that moment. But for now, they just enjoyed it. They enjoyed being in one another's company and the affection that swelled in their hearts for one another.

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They growled with frustration.

They violently shoved everything off their desk, their computer included. Seething to themselves, they plopped down in the chair behind them, their anger simmering just below the surface of their skin. It just wasn't fair! What did she see in that half-breed Hawk?! It wasn't as though he was rich or handsome; he hadn't even been nice to her for the majority of her life!

Their fists curled at their sides. Why couldn't that Hawk just take a hint? They had been sure that those photos would send him running, but his loyalty knew no bounds. It was as though he and Sophia were being drawn to each other. Almost as though the two of them were-

No. Their eyes widened as they abruptly stood from their chair, knocking it to the ground. That couldn't be it! Could it? There was no way! It was rare and the bastard was only half Thanagarian!

They scowled, suddenly wishing that they had spared the computer. If this was what they thought this was, then separating their beloved princess from Stewart would be difficult. Difficult, yes, but not impossible.

They grinned to themselves, eyeing the many pictures of Sophia Wayne on their wall. There were many of the young woman, some of them as old as her time in France. Their favorite, however, would always be the most recent. The one of her sprawled out on her couch, her shirt exposing her breasts and her panties nowhere to be seen.

How they ached to feel her soft skin once more. How they yearned for her to moan and call out their name as they explored her body. They groaned, the heat of arousal settling in their core as they thought about how wet and tight she would be when they finally-

They caressed the picture of the sleeping woman. "Soon, Kitten," they promised. "Soon."

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Shayera had been feeling it for a few months now.

At first, she had thought nothing of it. They were just a few pulses in her head from time-to-time. She simply thought they were only headaches. She had assumed that they would go away. And yet, they persisted. She had tried everything; meditation, pain killers, talking to J'onn, but nothing had worked. Hell, not even sex had quelled the pain!

They weren't too much trouble, just minor annoyances. They were irritating, yes, but she could deal with them.

But today, the pulse was so strong that she actually stumbled. John, who was standing near, quickly caught her. "Are you okay?" he asked quickly. His dark eyes observed her and she knew that she needed to tell someone.

Especially because Shayera knew what this meant. She cursed herself for not seeing the signs before. "I'm fine," she said hurriedly, untangling herself from his arms. She couldn't waste any time. "I need to make a phone call." She practically flew away from him and the up the stairs.

Once she was in their shared room, the redheaded woman closed the door behind her. Pulling out her cell phone, she quickly dialed the number. "Hey, Di? It's me. We might have a problem."

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