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He snuggled up against her. Burying his face in her hair. Smelling her soft, strawberry scented, golden hair. He could lie like this forever. In his bed - their bed a small voice corrected.
She was sleeping. Curled up against him. In his arms. Silk sheets wrapped around her beautiful body, and his.
He softly traced the scars on her shoulder blade. He didn't meant to wake her up. Just like he wasn't purposely trying to drive himself batty. He just liked the feel of her skin under his hands.
To him, the scars were a tattoo. A tribal tattoo, showing the world what she had been through. A sign proving that you could stand up to Lionel Luthor more than three times, and come out alive. Come out safe.
She was awake before he had began to trace her scars. They were a map of the country she had been in exile. She never wanted to visit that country again. It had kept her prisoner for too long.
Lex had helped her find Chloe Sullivan again. If she ever went back to the depression. The way things were before. She was afraid. Afraid of what might happen to her. Afraid she might not come back again. Afraid she would turn out more flawed than she was now.
She had fought fire. And won. Sort of. She had faced the devil himself. Faced the blazing fires of hell. Watched on in horror as her father died in the same blazing hell fires.
She had lived off of an IV for a month. Struggled to keep down food when they took her off of it. She tried not to cry as she went through physical therapy. To get her hands working again.
Her hands. They were scarred, and frighteningly real. They reminded her about what she had been through. What Lex had pulled her out of.
She had lived under an assumed name to get away from it all. If not for a life time, then for a little while at least. Lex pulled her out.
If life in Gotham had taught her anything at all, it was that she was strong willed. A piece of Gotham was in her blood now.
She sighed contentedly as he kissed her shoulder. Softly. She smiled. He was trying not to wake her up.
"Did I wake you?" He asked softly into her ear.
She murmured, "No." A small response. If she wanted to she could have elaborated. But she was content to feel him softly worshipping the very skin that she once wished that she could shed.
He made her comfortable in her own skin again. He made her wish that she could see the sun rise tomorrow. He made her want to live. He was her reason. Her life-blood. The one thing that kept her tied to this world.
Lex had done the impossible. He had found Chloe Sullivan, and brought her out of the darkness and animosity that is Gotham City. And into the light.
As the only way for her to thank him, she had done the same for him. She had shown him that there were real genuine people in the world.
She missed her father. Lex had helped her realize that she could live without Gabriel Sullivan. That she could live with a different rock. She had found her reason to live on. And he was willing to do anything he could to make sure that Chloe Sullivan would not need to be found again.
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He snuggled up against her. Burying his face in her hair. Smelling her soft, strawberry scented, golden hair. He could lie like this forever. In his bed - their bed a small voice corrected.
She was sleeping. Curled up against him. In his arms. Silk sheets wrapped around her beautiful body, and his.
He softly traced the scars on her shoulder blade. He didn't meant to wake her up. Just like he wasn't purposely trying to drive himself batty. He just liked the feel of her skin under his hands.
To him, the scars were a tattoo. A tribal tattoo, showing the world what she had been through. A sign proving that you could stand up to Lionel Luthor more than three times, and come out alive. Come out safe.
She was awake before he had began to trace her scars. They were a map of the country she had been in exile. She never wanted to visit that country again. It had kept her prisoner for too long.
Lex had helped her find Chloe Sullivan again. If she ever went back to the depression. The way things were before. She was afraid. Afraid of what might happen to her. Afraid she might not come back again. Afraid she would turn out more flawed than she was now.
She had fought fire. And won. Sort of. She had faced the devil himself. Faced the blazing fires of hell. Watched on in horror as her father died in the same blazing hell fires.
She had lived off of an IV for a month. Struggled to keep down food when they took her off of it. She tried not to cry as she went through physical therapy. To get her hands working again.
Her hands. They were scarred, and frighteningly real. They reminded her about what she had been through. What Lex had pulled her out of.
She had lived under an assumed name to get away from it all. If not for a life time, then for a little while at least. Lex pulled her out.
If life in Gotham had taught her anything at all, it was that she was strong willed. A piece of Gotham was in her blood now.
She sighed contentedly as he kissed her shoulder. Softly. She smiled. He was trying not to wake her up.
"Did I wake you?" He asked softly into her ear.
She murmured, "No." A small response. If she wanted to she could have elaborated. But she was content to feel him softly worshipping the very skin that she once wished that she could shed.
He made her comfortable in her own skin again. He made her wish that she could see the sun rise tomorrow. He made her want to live. He was her reason. Her life-blood. The one thing that kept her tied to this world.
Lex had done the impossible. He had found Chloe Sullivan, and brought her out of the darkness and animosity that is Gotham City. And into the light.
As the only way for her to thank him, she had done the same for him. She had shown him that there were real genuine people in the world.
She missed her father. Lex had helped her realize that she could live without Gabriel Sullivan. That she could live with a different rock. She had found her reason to live on. And he was willing to do anything he could to make sure that Chloe Sullivan would not need to be found again.
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