Wow, it's been a while, huh? Can't believe we're only three months away from this story being a year old! Can you believe I wrote this in September? Anyway, please enjoy!
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As planned, Rex and Sophia spent nearly every day together. And when they weren't together, they were with someone else. Sophia would go shopping with Danica or drop by the Manor when Rex worked late. Rex would go over to Jon's apartment or the two of them would stop by a bar every once and a while. He even went to his parents' house more often, much to his mother's elation.
For Sophia, it was odd. She had spent seven years on her own. To have someone with her constantly was a hard adjustment. Though, she would be lying if she said it wasn't welcomed. It was nice being around people. And it was made that much better by the fact that it was Rex. He was good for a laugh or a cuddle or even to just talk. He may have been quiet, but that made for a good listener.
And, well, obviously the sex was good too.
She furrowed her eyebrows, sifting through her laundry. "Odd," she muttered. "Rex!"
Rex poked his head in, eyeing her in one of his old T-shirts. "Yeah?" he replied, grinning stupidly. Somehow, it was endearing. Damn him.
Sophia pursed her lips. "Have you seen my bra?" she questioned. It just wasn't here. Ugh, between her apartment, his apartment, and the Manor, she just didn't know where anything was.
He thought for a moment. "The red one?"
She nodded. "Yeah, have you seen it?"
Rex smirked, cocking an eyebrow at her. "Maybe I have," he answered cheekily. He approached her, lowering himself onto the ground next to her. Hooking a raven lock behind her ear, he kissed the supple skin of her neck. "But I think I could use a reminder..."
Sophia rolled her eyes, but obliged by tilting her head back. "All this trouble for a bra," she murmured as his lips moved along her throat. Her eyes fluttered closed, a sigh of content escaping her. "I'm beginning to think you don't even know where it is..."
He grinned into her flesh, teeth raking against her lightly. "Guilty," he admitted. "But if you had a girlfriend as beautiful as mine, well, I think you'd understand."
She smirked. "Yeah, I am pretty hot," she agreed, closing her eyes in contentment. But this provided her mind an open window. Suddenly, she wasn't on her bedroom floor with Rex. She was in her office, her blouse torn and her legs pried open. The gentle grazing of Rex's teeth morphed into harsh bites and holy shit she couldn't breathe-
Hands gently gripped her shoulders. "Soph," Rex's voice broke through her terrible memory like a ray of sunlight in a dark storm. "Sophia, you're okay. I promise. Just breathe. It's only me."
Sophia slowly opened her eyes, his beautiful green orbs making her heart slow down a bit. She swallowed down bile along with the memory, forcing it down to the deepest recesses of her mind. Her bottom lip trembled, but she refused to cry. She cried much too often in front of him.
Instead, she plastered a smile on her face. "Whoa, I was totally out of it, huh?" she joked, shaking her head. "No more working past twelve for me. I need more sleep."
Rex stared at her for a long time, the silence between them nearly unbearable. Then, wordlessly, he leaned forward and stroked her cheek with his thumb. He then pulled back, showing that his thumb was now wet.
Wet with her tears. Tears she didn't even know had fallen. Dammit.
Sophia glanced away from him. "Sorry," she muttered, hanging her head. She hated that he had to deal with all her problems. She was sure that Mareena didn't have problems like this. No, Mareena was perfect and sweet and beautiful. Why couldn't she have been more like Mareena? Why did she have to have so many issues? Why-?
Rex frowned at her. "Stop that," he chastised, tilting her head up to meet his eyes.
She blinked. "Stop what?"
He placed a soft kissed on her forehead that warmed her to her fingertips. "You're brooding again," he told her. "There's nothing wrong with you, Soph."
Sophia crossed her arms. "Doesn't feel like it," she murmured. In fact, it felt like there were a lot of things wrong with her. Too many things. He deserved so much better than her...
Rex sighed, his palm curling around the curve of her cheek. She found herself leaning into the touch. "I love you," he reminded her. "There's nothing that can change that, okay?"
She looked up at him. "But I'm fucked up," she pointed out.
He cocked an eyebrow. "And I'm any better?" he teased. She giggled a bit and he kissed her cheek. "He can't hurt you anymore, okay? He's gone."
Sophia nodded, laying her head on his shoulder. "I know," she responded softly. That was probably why she wasn't struggling more; the fact that Holland was dead. She hated her stalker, but she had to admit they had done her a favor.
Of course, she was sure she would be paying for that favor sooner rather than later.
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"You're whipped."
Rex rolled his eyes, glancing at his companion. "I am not whipped," he snapped as he tucked his phone into his pocket. That had been Sophia, negotiating their dinner plans for tonight. Admittedly he had given in, but she was very persuasive. Besides, it wasn't as though he cared what they had too much. As long as she was happy then he was content-
Oh. Maybe he was a little whipped. Just a bit. She was just hard to say no to.
Jon grinned stupidly. "Definitely whipped," he reaffirmed. "Never thought I'd see the day that Rex Stewart was tamed by a woman." His expression turned wicked. "And by Sophia Wayne, no less."
Rex frowned at him. Honestly, if anything he had tamed her. It wasn't as though the heiress was known for her stability regarding relationships. "Shut up, Jon," he muttered, shoving his friend.
Jon laughed annoyingly, taking a sip of his beer. He didn't even know why the half-Kryptonian bothered; it wasn't like he felt anything. At least Rex could get buzzed, though, he didn't drink often. "Gotta give Sophia props, she knows how to get you."
Rex glared. "Why do we always talk about my relationships?" he complained. "When is Jonathan Kent getting a girl?"
Jon shrugged. "When Jonathan Kent figures out how the hell girls work," he answered flippantly. "Besides, it's not like I'm in a rush."
He rolled his eyes again; Jon needed a life.
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"Shay?"
"Yeah, Di?"
Diana pursed her lips, her motherly instincts had been going off for months. Something wasn't right with her daughter. "Do you ever get the feeling that our children are hiding something?" she inquired. She thoughtlessly stabbed at a piece of pasta, lost in thought. Sophia had always been an enigma, but she'd never been so secretive before.
She knew she shouldn't have let her go off to France for seven years.
Shayera shrugged, though her green eyes gleamed with insight. "They're adults now," she reminded her. "No matter how we feel, we have to trust that they can handle themselves."
Diana raised an eyebrow. "So you agree?" she demanded.
The redhead sighed. "You know how me and Rex are," she pointed out a bit despondently. "If I ask, he'll think I'm prying."
The Amazon hummed in understanding. While there was no doubt that Rex loved his mother, there was also no doubt that there was turmoil between them. He, like his father, valued loyalty above all else. There was no doubt that he'd seen his mother's actions all those years ago as humiliating. "Sophia's been pulling away too," she told her softly. "She won't talk to us if she can avoid it, even when she's at the Manor. I... I think she's ashamed."
Instantly, Shayera's face darkened. "She doesn't have a reason to be," she stated firmly. Of course, Diana had confided in her about what her daughter had gone through in France. Shayera had firmly stated that if Noël Richard wasn't already dead then she would do it herself.
The situation hit a little too close to home for her. John had been silent, but she'd been able to see his silent support.
Diana immediately nodded. "Of course not," she agreed. She knew her husband's stance on killing, but she- as well as John and Shayera- was a soldier, a warrior. Sometimes, the hard path needed to be taken. She didn't kill in Man's World out of respect for Bruce and Kal, but this was her baby. The bastard had tried to kill her daughter.
Noël Richard was lucky that his death had been swift.
"This bond between them," she spoke up. "Is it dangerous?"
Shayera grimaced. "I don't know," she admitted. "It's so rare and I've never met a Thanagarian couple who shared it. I haven't heard of any danger that comes with it. All I know is that, as it develops, they begin to know how the other is feeling. I talked to Sophia and she said that she could almost feel when Rex had been shot, almost as though she had been shot herself."
Diana nodded. "So they are attuned to each other," she concluded. In an odd sense, this was a good thing. It was fortunate that Sophia had someone who understood her completely.
She was very lucky to have such a soulmate.
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Waking up next to Rex in the morning was something of an experience.
Sophia had to grin as she watched his sleeping face. It was rare that she got to see him so peaceful. He was usually focused or thinking hard about something. It was actually nice to see him so relaxed. She rested her head on his shoulder, bringing her hand up to cup his cheek. Such a strong jaw he had and, well, she was kind of a slut for strong jaws.
Rex's head turned suddenly, kissing the center of her palm. "Morning, Princess," he greeted, voice heavy with sleep.
She pouted. "How do you always do that?" she complained. Ugh, he could never just let her enjoy the view, could he? Stupid dreg.
He chuckled, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. "Dumb luck," he murmured into her ear.
Instantly, a chill went down Sophia's spine, her body igniting with desire. Placing a hand on the back of his neck, she pressed her lips to his. Immediately he responded, hands finding her waist. He groaned as she reached under his shirt, lightly clawing at his chest. She began to tug the article off, moving her body against his. His hand reached into her shorts...
Only for him to suddenly pull away.
She gave him a questioning look. "What's wrong?" she asked. He wasn't one to ever pull away from her, not since that night.
Rex regarded her. "Are you okay?" he inquired, his green eyes shaded with hesitance. Come to think of it, when was the last time they'd had sex? It wasn't last night, for sure, and she'd been at the Manor that night before...
Sophia suddenly glared at him, recalling when, exactly, they had last made love. "Please tell me you aren't still bent out of shape about what happened a few days ago?" she demanded, suddenly feeling defensive. It was just one freak-out, he didn't have to take it so seriously. She was fine.
He cocked an eyebrow. "Bent out of shape?" he repeated incredulously. "Soph, you were crying."
She rolled her eyes. "I cry about everything," she pointed out. She was a sensitive soul, sue her. "It doesn't mean you can't touch me."
Rex crossed his arms and she knew she was pushing him. He hated it when she disregarded herself and her boundaries. But when you did something for your entire life, it was hard to stop. "Doesn't it?" he challenged.
Sophia almost snapped at him, but reigned herself in. Starting an argument wasn't fun for either of them. And it would just suck more now that they were more-or-less stuck with each other. Instead, she gave him a sweet smile. "I don't like it when we fight," she said simply, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. "I'll go make coffee."
He sighed. "Soph-"
She waved him off. "Too early," she sang, waltzing into the kitchen. She had neither the patience nor the energy.
Though, she couldn't help but feel guilty. Rex, she knew, was just concerned. But she hated being babied by him, she hated that she relied so heavily on him. She could take care of herself and he shouldn't have had to walk on eggshells around her. Still, she shouldn't have brushed him off. He only worried because he cared about her. He wasn't like Noël, he wasn't trying to control her.
Sophia would make it up to him later. Somehow.
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A nice bit of filler fluff with a hint of angst. Very nice. Anyway, I hope you liked it and please review!