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     Roy was rough, yet caring â having put enough forethought into his action to protect her head from striking the wall her back was now pressed firmly against. He was calculated, something she had never really thought about him as. There had to be some deliberation between those eyes though. If not, how did he make perfectly times shots at moving targets. It just hadnât been a thought to cross her mind as she watched his perfectly sculpted muscles move with the agility of a leopard. Her eyes met his as he guided her chin towards him. There was no fight left in her. The truth of it was that Donna Troy â no matter how hard she tried to deny it â had always belonged to Roy Harper in some capacity. She was his just as much as he was hers, and that was what every great love was about. But just like every great love, they were destined to end in tragedy. There was no fighting it. Donna knew that. She could face that and wear it on her shoulders like Atlas holding the world upon his if it meant that she got to have him for the rest of his life. Roy was all she had ever wanted. He was worth living a life for. He was worth grieving over. He was worth all the heartache she had been through and would go through.Â
    Her face remained there, inches from his as she focused on her breathing. Her lungs expanded rapidly against her chest almost as quickly her heart beat against it, thumping so hastily she thought it might explode there. Then he spoke, shattering the growing tension, returning air to her lungs. Donnaâs chest swelled with love and hope as she listened to his confession. Her eyes never once left his, connecting with him there in the space between them as she leaned her cheek against his palm. âNo,â she whispered in response. âThat would be a lie.â Donna knew that Roy was true to his word; that if she said she didnât want him now then he would be gone. He would slip through her fingers like water, gone before she could figure out a way to contain him. She couldnât risk that. Not after having lost him so many times before. âI deserve you. All of you. The good and the bad. The parts no one wants to see and the parts youâre too scared to show anyone. I could never hate you. I love you too much.â She finally admitted, eyes lost somewhere in a field of forest green where she searched for his thoughts.        Â
She loved him. 7 billion people in the world and she loved him. He knew in his heart of hearts that she did. But boy had he worried he was wrong. Hearing her say it was like hearing the sweetest of melodies. There werenât words for feeling that crept up from the bottom of his toes to the tips of his ears. He wanted to argue when she said she deserved the worst parts of him, but he didnât want to risk losing the moment. She loved him. Roy closed the gap between them, kissing her deeply. Desperation and desire dripping off his lips with each motion. Many probably would have thought there was no way the two of them could get any closer, but Roy somehow managed to. His hands twitched with the need to run over every inch of her. When he finally felt like his lungs might have exploded, he pulled away, just enough to catch his breath. âI feel like Iâve been waiting a thousand lifetimes for that.â he gave her a goofy grin, lovestruck eyes staring down at her. Gods she was beautiful. Heâd fight Zeus himself if it meant keeping her for the rest of his life.Â
That annoying voice in his head scratched at him. As much as he loved the result, getting Donna back wasnât why he had come tonight. He let out a low growl of disappointment. Iâm going to back away now because if I stay any longer, I might just rip your clothes off right here and now. But I must address the other reason I came here tonight.â he placed his lips to hers once more. âTo. Be. continued.â he told her, and he meant every would between kisses. It took him a moment to find the strength to, but he eventually backed up, the clear air helping calm his racing, and quite frankly very filthy mind. His eyes went over her messy hair, and swollen lips. Gods those lips. Roy literally had to spin around to force himself to not pounce on her. The LAST thing I want to do is talk right now. BUT he would do that. He would talk to her. And then he would be sure that he kept his promise to continue their previous activity. He forced his legs to move, about to sit on her bed. Thoughts of her IN that bed flooded his brain. Â He took a seat on the small stool of her vanity instead. âI met my daughter a few days ago.â he started. âWhich wouldnât be weird, except she was an adult...from the future.â


















