What do you command?
Control.
It's something she hasn't had in a long time.
And to think, it's nothing she ever really lost.
For months now, she's holed herself up in that damn watchtower, playing big sister, keeping her eyes and ears open, playing lookout for Clark while he's been off doing God-know-what, both alone, and with her cousin. Just because Jimmy died, and Clark abandoned her, didn't mean that her life was over, too. She's still alive, and it's something she should be thankful for.
It's just taken her so damn long to realize that.
It's been so long since she loosened up, and had some fun. She can hardly remember the last time she smiled, and meant it. She can hardly remember the old her, the girl who took charge, and grabbed life by the balls. The girl who, even though she probably wasn't the prettiest girl in the room (or so she thought), she could command it, just by walking into it.
She misses that girl.
Granted, that girl was one of the spunkiest reporters at the Daily Planet, once upon a time. She can't go back to that, especially not now.
But she misses that sense of authority, that power she knows is hiding deep within her.
And she wants it back.
She doesn't exactly say those words to Oliver, as she sits on his sofa, indulging herself in a drink, for the first time in quite a while. Instead, she just tells him she honestly doesn't remember the last time she had a good time, the last time she really enjoyed herself. He seems to understand, and for once, it feels nice that at least someone can relate.
"You know..." he says, breaking her train of thought. "Sometimes, you gotta take your fun where you can get it. And sometimes... it's right in front of your face. You just have to wanna see it."
She considers his words, studying him for a moment. There's something in his eyes, a sparkle of mischief, and it intrigues her.
What does he want? she asks herself, knowing it's all for a reason.
"Come on." he says, motioning her up, and it only takes a second before she puts her glass down and starts to make her way toward him.
She soon finds herself caught between him and the bow and arrow he's been toying with, and she bites her lip, feeling a hot breath tickling the back of her neck. They're too close for comfort, too close, period, and she knows she shouldn't be right here, with him, this very moment. This is the closest she's ever been to him, and a part of her has a feeling it's not the brightest of ideas. She knows who he is, and what he's about.
"H-How do I know when to let go?" she manages, her hands gripping the bow, as she tries to distract herself from the tension.
"It's all about your heart. Just listen." he says, his voice a little hushed, a little deep. "Right there in between the beats. That's when you let go."
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
Her pulse is racing, and she lets out a shaky breath, her body filled with fear and anticipation. But anticipation of what? She doesn't even know.
Thwack!
She releases the arrow, and whatever it hits, she doesn't even see it.
Because the moment it's gone, so is she.
Her fear, her everything she's been hiding from all these months, falls away the moment she drops the bow, and turns toward him. Her fun is right in front of her, and she knows it, in the very millisecond she looks into his eyes.
The rush to the bedroom is fast and frenzied, and in the end, they almost don't end up making it there.
And what surprises her the most isn't really the fact that this is actually happening. The surprise is in the fact that he lets her lead. She's in control. She's in full command of this situation, she decides what happens and how. It's a change, one she desperately needs.
And before it's all over, she takes the authority, and decides exactly what this is.
"Sex," she tells him, a light growl in her voice. "Casual, meaningless sex."
And that's exactly what it is to her.
She wants nothing more from him, nothing less.
But the unspoken truth is, it's not entirely just sex.
It's her, reclaiming her power, her control.
And for once, she finally knows what it feels like to bring a man to his knees.
It's something she hasn't had in a long time.
And to think, it's nothing she ever really lost.
For months now, she's holed herself up in that damn watchtower, playing big sister, keeping her eyes and ears open, playing lookout for Clark while he's been off doing God-know-what, both alone, and with her cousin. Just because Jimmy died, and Clark abandoned her, didn't mean that her life was over, too. She's still alive, and it's something she should be thankful for.
It's just taken her so damn long to realize that.
It's been so long since she loosened up, and had some fun. She can hardly remember the last time she smiled, and meant it. She can hardly remember the old her, the girl who took charge, and grabbed life by the balls. The girl who, even though she probably wasn't the prettiest girl in the room (or so she thought), she could command it, just by walking into it.
She misses that girl.
Granted, that girl was one of the spunkiest reporters at the Daily Planet, once upon a time. She can't go back to that, especially not now.
But she misses that sense of authority, that power she knows is hiding deep within her.
And she wants it back.
She doesn't exactly say those words to Oliver, as she sits on his sofa, indulging herself in a drink, for the first time in quite a while. Instead, she just tells him she honestly doesn't remember the last time she had a good time, the last time she really enjoyed herself. He seems to understand, and for once, it feels nice that at least someone can relate.
"You know..." he says, breaking her train of thought. "Sometimes, you gotta take your fun where you can get it. And sometimes... it's right in front of your face. You just have to wanna see it."
She considers his words, studying him for a moment. There's something in his eyes, a sparkle of mischief, and it intrigues her.
What does he want? she asks herself, knowing it's all for a reason.
"Come on." he says, motioning her up, and it only takes a second before she puts her glass down and starts to make her way toward him.
She soon finds herself caught between him and the bow and arrow he's been toying with, and she bites her lip, feeling a hot breath tickling the back of her neck. They're too close for comfort, too close, period, and she knows she shouldn't be right here, with him, this very moment. This is the closest she's ever been to him, and a part of her has a feeling it's not the brightest of ideas. She knows who he is, and what he's about.
"H-How do I know when to let go?" she manages, her hands gripping the bow, as she tries to distract herself from the tension.
"It's all about your heart. Just listen." he says, his voice a little hushed, a little deep. "Right there in between the beats. That's when you let go."
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
Her pulse is racing, and she lets out a shaky breath, her body filled with fear and anticipation. But anticipation of what? She doesn't even know.
Thwack!
She releases the arrow, and whatever it hits, she doesn't even see it.
Because the moment it's gone, so is she.
Her fear, her everything she's been hiding from all these months, falls away the moment she drops the bow, and turns toward him. Her fun is right in front of her, and she knows it, in the very millisecond she looks into his eyes.
The rush to the bedroom is fast and frenzied, and in the end, they almost don't end up making it there.
And what surprises her the most isn't really the fact that this is actually happening. The surprise is in the fact that he lets her lead. She's in control. She's in full command of this situation, she decides what happens and how. It's a change, one she desperately needs.
And before it's all over, she takes the authority, and decides exactly what this is.
"Sex," she tells him, a light growl in her voice. "Casual, meaningless sex."
And that's exactly what it is to her.
She wants nothing more from him, nothing less.
But the unspoken truth is, it's not entirely just sex.
It's her, reclaiming her power, her control.
And for once, she finally knows what it feels like to bring a man to his knees.