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"I think we're in trouble."
Sophia looked up from her paperwork to Rex's captivating Kelly eyes. "Why do you say that?" she questioned, her voice hoarser than she would have liked. She hated that he had such an effect on her. She had always found Rex quite plan compared to the other boys vying for her attention, but holy shit had she been wrong. His strong jaw, his tones muscles, his smoldering green eyes. He was sexy and in a completely unexpected way. Her attraction to him was visible, she was sure.
Dammit, what was this man doing to her?
Rex smirked for half of a second. "My mom called today," he revealed. He approached her casually, standing next to her. "She wants to talk to us."
She glared up at him. "Stay away from me, Reginald Stewart," she ordered firmly. She was at work, after all.
He tilted his head in confusion, but his grin gave him away. "Why?" he asked innocently. "I'm not doing anything." Yet, as he said this, he brushed his hand across the back of her neck.
Sophia shivered. "Rex," she whined. Dammit, she actually wanted to get something done for once. But she knew she couldn't resist him. He had an effect on her like no other. "I'm working."
Rex hummed, dipping his head down to her collarbone. "And I'm bored," he countered, kissing the sensitive skin. "Besides, I think you need a break."
She unwittingly moaned, leaning into him. She bit her lip as he reached into her blouse, cupping her breast. "Fuck," she hissed as his thumb circled her nipple. She tilted her head back as he kissed down her throat. Sometimes, it felt as though he knew just what spots to focus on. Like he knew what would throw her into a sex-crazed frenzy.
"Do you want me to stop?" he murmured against the hollow of her neck.
Sophia's eyes flicked down to his face, gasping at the raw desire she saw in his eyes. Sometimes, it boggled her how someone could want her so much and could communicate so with a simple look. "Fuck no," she snapped, grabbing him by his shirt. She pulled him forward so that his lips touched hers. He replied in kind, tugging her closer by her waist. He groaned, deepening the kiss as she-
There was a knock at the door. "Miss Wayne?" came Bethany's innocent voice. "I have some papers that need your signature..."
They both froze, the kiss broken. Sophia was the first to recover. "Hide!" she hissed.
Rex was frantic. "Where?" he demanded quietly. She almost laughed at how scared he looked. She knew that he was a private person and didn't want their relationship for others to see. He had explained to her that he liked having her to himself and enjoyed their time alone together. She would be lying if she said she didn't find it sweet.
She gestured to her desk. "Under here!" she answered.
He gave her a blank look. "Seriously?"
She glared at him. "Reginald Stewart!" she threatened.
Rex glared back before doing as she said. He ducked under the desk where he barely fit. Sophia quickly tucked in her chair and fixed herself before folding her hands on her desk. "Come in," she called sweetly. Though, she was sure that her cheeks were beet red. Damn Rex for getting her flustered.
Bethany, the sweetheart, shuffled in, her blond hair in a bun and her glasses resting on her nose. "These are from your father's board," she announced. "They require your signature for the Delta Project."
Sophia nodded; the Delta Project was to move Wayne companies to other locations. Her father had discussed as much with her. "Of course, Beth," she replied, reaching to take the papers. Her hand tensed, however, when she felt something brush against her panties. Her breath hitched as the touch became probing, pressing down on her clit.
Bethany tilted her head in obvious confusion. "Miss Wayne, are you alright?" she asked with concern.
She swallowed thickly. "Of course," she replied, taking the papers. Her hand trembled as she reached for a pen, her panties now around her ankles. Despite his many times seeing it, Sophia couldn't help the pounding in her chest as she knew that Rex was eye-level with her womanhood. She closed her eyes for a moment as his thumbs caressed her inner thighs.
Sophia bit her lip, moving to scrawl her pen against the first page. She jumped when she felt his lips connect with her core, earning an odd look from the blond in front of her. She ignored it, moving onto the next page. Rex, of course, wasn't about to let up as his tongue slipped into her entrance. She swallowed the rising moan, quickly signing and flipping to the next page.
She lurched forward with sudden movement, Rex's hands on her hips and pulling her closer to his mouth as his tongue caressed her clit. She unwittingly bucked her hips forward, finding the paper in front of her hard to focus on. His tongue began to move at a faster pace, making it hard for her not to cry out. She held off on her release, determined not to reach with her secretary literally a foot away. She was going to kill him.
Sophia pressed her lips together, quickly signing the last page. She resisted the urge to just give in. Fucking why was Rex so good with his tongue? "Here you go, hon!" she exclaimed a little too excitedly, thrusting the contract into her secretary's hands. "Thank you!"
Bethany nodded. "Of course Miss Wayne," she said hurriedly. She scampered out before Sophia could say more.
As soon as she was gone, Sophia came with a loud, sensual cry, her hips thrusting forward. "Fuck," she moaned, her eyes fluttering close. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." She gathered her senses, glaring at the culprit of her sensations. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air. "May I ask... why you felt the need?"
Rex smirked up at her, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. "You've been stressed," he observed, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "Just wanted you to relax, Princess."
Sophia huffed, her nether lips still clenching at nothing. "Asshole," she muttered. Though, she couldn't find it within herself to be too upset with him. Not after he made her feel like that. She straightened out her skirt, standing up. "It's just about closing time, anyway. You ready for a late-night trip to Detroit?"
He grinned, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. "With you? Any time."
She couldn't ignore the flutter in her stomach at his actions.
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Though Rex didn't show it, he was anxious.
It wasn't often that his mother insisted that he go there for a talk. Seriously, his parents lived in Detroit. He lived in New Hale. That was over six hundred miles by car which was why he and Sophia had to use the Zeta Beams. Speaking of which, "Soph, do you want me to ask Uncle J'onn?" he questioned, not even trying to hide his amusement.
Sophia glared at him. "I know it's over here somewhere," she snapped. "Besides, Uncle J'onn won't answer our call if we're not League members."
He hummed. "Take your time, sweetheart," he replied, swiftly dodging her swiping hand. "I'll be over here." He was left with his thoughts as his mind swirled. What could his mother want? He hoped everything was alright. This visit was really random.
"Found it!" announced Sophia, beaming at him. Instantly, he felt a little lighter. "C'mon, I wanna see my aunt and uncle."
Rex grimaced. "If you call my parents aunt and uncle and I call your parents aunt and uncle, does that make us cousins?" he asked, attempting to hide his anxiety. He did that often, bothering her with strange questions to divert her attention. Usually, it worked.
She turned up her nose. "Absolutely not," she decided. She fixed him with a hard stare. "Are you... alright?"
Dammit. He cleared his throat, giving her a smile. "Of course," he brushed off. "Just tired. It's been a long day without my mother making us go halfway across the country." Damn her and her perceptiveness. She was too smart for her own good.
Sophia pressed her lips together before gently lacing her fingers with his own. "Whatever Aunt Shay wants, we'll be fine," she assured him and damn how did she know? "I'm sure it's nothing."
Rex nodded. "Of course," he agreed. Though, he couldn't help the uneasy feeling in his stomach.
She ushered him into the phone booth. "Come on," she urged. She pulled him in, closing the door behind her. He smirked, noticing how close their bodies were pressed together. She noticed and glared at him. "After what you pulled today, you're lucky if I let you touch me for another week."
She wouldn't survive the next day. "I totally believe you."
Sophia elbowed him. "Shut up." They both stilled as the machine scanned them. 'Recognized: Liberator-B04, Warhawk-B02.' The Zeta Beam opened and they walked through it.
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They casually appeared outside of his parents' house in Detroit. Sophia smoothed out her skirt, then adjusted her hair which he found odd. Was she nervous? It was just his parents. They adored her, they had doted over her since before she could talk. Rex nudged her hand out of her hair. "Stop stressing," he ordered gently, taking the dark strands out of the restricting bun. Sophia pursed her lips but didn't make an effort to re-tie her hair.
Instead, she delicately knocked on the door which quickly swung open. Instantly, she was attacked by a flash of red. "Sophia, dear!" exclaimed his mother, clutching his girlfriend to her. He was relieved when Sophia fiercely returned the hug; his mother could be a lot.
Sophia was the first to pull away, beaming. "Hi, Aunt Shay," she greeted softly. There was an emotion on her eyes he couldn't identify.
His mother moved onto him next. "Would you look at that?" she teased, her green orbs glinting with mischief. "My son! I haven't seen you here in about eight months. How have you been?"
Rex gave her a blank look. You would think that the greetings would be reversed. "Mom," he greeted curtly.
Shayera rolled her eyes. "Well, don't just stand there, you two, come in!" she urged, moving out of the way.
Rex looped an arm around his girlfriend's waist and quickly ushered her inside. "Mom, what did you want to talk about?" he asked as he plopped them down onto the couch. He narrowed his eyes, knowing that whatever it was, it was serious.
Shayera sighed, sitting opposite of them. "You never were one for subtlety," she observed. "Of course, your father will say that's my fault." And it was probably true. He did think that he took after his mother a lot. "Let me start with this, have the two of you ever felt a pull between you?"
Sophia tensed and he instantly rubbed his hand up and down her side in an attempt to comfort her. "What... what do you mean a pull?" she questioned, her voice suddenly hoarse.
His mother's lips formed a thin line. "From what I remember, the two of you couldn't stand each other," she recalled, steering the conversation. "But looking at you now, that seems to have changed. Why?"
His girlfriend grew rigid and Rex felt himself get defensive. "We grew up, Mom," he snapped, feeling particularly protective of the woman next to him. Of course, he was always protective, but it was strange since he didn't have a reason to be. It was just his mother. "We were just stupid kids back then. We're adults now."
Shayera raised an eyebrow. "Were you a kid at her Sweet Sixteen?" she questioned sharply.
Both he and Sophia flinched at the reminder. He remembered that night, probably the worst he'd ever treated her. Their worst fight to date, including the last one. It had been over something stupid- something he couldn't even remember- but had turned into a screaming match between them. Jon and Mareena had had to intervene, it got so bad (Danica, of course, had been ready to pounce on him).
"Mom, stop," warned Rex, not even having to look at Sophia to know she was upset. "What are you trying to get at?
His mother inhaled deeply. "Didn't you find it weird?" she asked them. "How you just stopped hating each other? It took Diana and I a trip to hell to resolve our differences and we had been friends. You both hated each other's guts and suddenly you can't keep your hands off one another? Suddenly you have these feelings that are completely different from your old ones?"
Sophia was trembling at this point. "What are you trying to tell us?" she inquired softly, no power in her voice. Suddenly, he just wanted to pick her up and leave and protect her from whatever this was.
Somehow, Shayera looked into both their faces. "I think the two of you are bonded," she revealed.
It took some time for the words to register in Rex's head. "What the hell does that mean?" he demanded hotly, his temper rising. He had a feeling that he wasn't going to like this. He cooled slightly at the feeling of Sophia's hand on his shoulder.
His mother swallowed thickly. "As you know, Rex, when two Thanagarians in true love wed, they are bonded," she began. "Mates for life. Nothing can separate them, save for death."
He nodded, recalling his mother's lessons on their culture. "Yeah," he replied. "I knew that. But what does that have to do with us?" 1) He was only half Thanagarian, 2) Sophia was no Thanagarian, and 3) they weren't married.
"There are some rare cases, however," the redheaded woman continued. "Where two Thanagarians just instantly click once they are both of age. This is because their primal instincts have deemed them perfectly compatible in every way. They are, in a way, destined for each other."
Rex felt his heart pound against his chest. Oh god, his mother couldn't be saying what he thought she was saying. He risked a glance at the woman next to her and noticed that she was considerably pale.
Shayera reached for both of their hands. "I think that the two of you are experiencing this bond," she told them softly. "This is why you don't have any animosity between you. This is why you've been feeling the pull."
He snatched his hand away. "That's ridiculous," he insisted. "We aren't bonded, we just like each other!" How could his mother even suggest it? God, sometimes he hated being even half Thanagarian because there was always a complication. It was never just a normal thing. There was always something he had to live with.
He already had to live with the fact that his mother had been a traitor for the rest of his life. Couldn't she just leave him alone?
"Why did this bond only start now?" asked Sophia and he was thankful. It was better to let her talk right now than him.
His mother shrugged. "You haven't seen each other for seven years," she reminded them. "By the time you came back, you were of age. Though, I wonder..." She trailed off, apparently lost in thought.
Rex's head snapped to her. "What?" he glowered.
Shayera sighed. "You broke up with Mareena two years ago, right?" she recalled and he tensed with the question. "That's around the time Sophia turned twenty-one. I feel as though that might have been the bond telling you that she wasn't right for you."
God, this was too much. The room spun for a second before his eyes refocused. He stole a glance at Sophia who looked like she was about to be sick. And honestly? He wasn't too far behind her. God, how was she taking all of this? His instincts had just decided for them. Neither of them had been given a choice.
"So you're telling me that these feelings aren't real?" snapped Rex. He was angry and he was confused and God, he just wanted to run away. "That we're being forced together?"
His mother bit her lip. "Not necessarily-"
Rex jumped to his feet, turning onto his heel. "I'm done here," he spat, heading toward the door. He had to get out of here. He couldn't stand to look at her any longer/
He didn't have to look to know that Sophia's bottom lip was trembling. "Rex," she whispered and damn it all he just had to look at her big, pleading sad eyes. "P-Please don't leave." She stood up, slowly approaching him. "W-We can figure this out, can't we? We always do. I l-"
He covered his ears. "No," he hissed. "Don't say it." He couldn't hear those words right now.
Pain flashed in her blue orbs and he hated himself. He swore, he hated himself. "Rex," she pleaded.
Everything inside him was screaming at him to apologize, to take her in his arms. Every muscle was hellbent on kissing away her forming tears and showing her how much he returned her sentiments, how much she meant to him. But Rex resisted, forcing himself to turn around. "I'll call you later, Soph," he said coldly before making his way to the Zeta Beams.
As it scanned him, he risked one last glance back and saw how Sophia had all but collapsed in his mother's arms. She was sobbing, he could hear it. 'Go back,' he hissed at himself. 'She wants you there. Go back.' He nearly did.
'Recognized: Warhawk-B02'
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Uh-oh. Looks like Rex doesn't react well to plans by fate! Remind y'all of someone? Anyway, I hope you liked it and please review!
