CHURCH ○ LEX LUTHOR

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"Do you mind not tipping over the boat?" Felicity looked at him, his figure joking around as he stepped on the corner. The clear blue waters below them never seemed to end, and as she sipped on the mojito Lex made for her, paradise never tasted so good.

"Do you mind leaving some for me?" He turned around, facing Felicity, walking towards her as he reached out for the mojito. "I mean we do have enough alcohol to last us a couple years-"

"We can stay here for a couple years." She shrugged, looking at him over her shades as the sun beat down on their bodies both.

She had guessed that they were probably in the middle of the Fiji Islands or the Maldives. But all she knew was the she was safe, that Lex was safe, and they were together. Arriving a few days ago was pretty hectic, with news of engagement of the billionaire circulating just after the shocking death of Superman, the journalist Clark Kent. She hid behind Lex the whole time, not minding the camera flashes as she had tried to suppress a small smile on her face.

Felicity knew that she was crazy, and not just crazy for the man beside her, drawing circles on her bare arm as he looked into the water. She was crazy for the fact that she was happy for the death of someone that she knew. She was crazy for being alright with jetting off to some unknown island with a man who she knew could be diagnosed into a mental health clinic.

But that didn't matter; she didn't mind anything at all as Lex's hand creeped further up her arm reaching for her shoulder as he leaned towards her and planted a soft kiss on her lips, his green-blue eyes, almost grey now, reflecting so brightly by the sun.

"Do you think those helicopters are gone by now?" She asked lazily, holding up the towel to her shoulders as the sea breeze chilled her.

"A scandal between a boss and an employee, yet magnified by a thousand degrees? They won't let us go, I'm quite sure of that." Lex replied, yawning as he stretched both hands.

The first day they had arrived, Lex had been jokingly saying to Felicity that there were no bathroom utilities where they were headed, much less any internet. She was furious and believed him, screaming for the plane to turn back at once, refusing outright to dig a hole in the sand just so she could do her business.

But the result was very much unexpected. Her eyes first set on the bamboo bungalow, quaint and sizely. It was about a fourth of the island, taking up space as she walked around.

She first asked if he had brought anyone else here before, with which Lex answered by pushing her against a wall, asking if these walls seemed weak enough to imply that he had pushed girls against them before. They seemed to be as strong as concrete, so it was only right that she conceded and let him do what he does best.

At the moment, she was unsure of what day it was, and how long they had spent. The house was stocked with food and supplies that were delivered a week earlier, including her wardrobe for the beach and a car just in case they were too lazy to walk the short distance of house to sea.

"I'm really going to have to send you to a psychologist if you're going to keep spacing out on me."

"It's called thinking, do you know of that concept?" She snarkily replied, snorting as she turned to face him.

"I do, very much so. In fact, I've used "thinking" my whole life to get where I am now. Well, I didn't think much for you." He countered back, also turning to face Felicity. "It was more of an instinct, a command some god whispered to me, that I had to have you."

"Oh, so what, you believe in gods now?" She laughed as if it was the funniest thing to her.

Lex ignored her, simply staring at Felicity as the boat rocked gently against the calm waves.