It was strange. Earlier that day, he had been in a courtroom, absolutely lost for words. And he was never lost for words. A matter of hours ago, everything had been fucked, and he'd felt a genuine panic like he hadn't felt in years, with the word 'conviction' running through his head over and over- he'd become so caught up in the flurry of politics that everyone seemed to forget that these things could actually have consequences. He'd felt untouchable, and that illusion had been shattered in seconds when that photograph had flashed up on the screen.
And now- now it all seemed reasonable again. Now he'd found his voice, and he could tell her exactly what had happened without worrying about turning himself into a criminal over what he genuinely had thought was the right thing to do. And she was smiling at him. He found his own serious expression changing slightly, a small smile playing on his lips, like he'd been caught doing something a bit rebellious and had just outran the cops.
"You do?" he asked, not even bothering to hide just how important her opinion was to him. "Fuck, I never thought I'd be happy about getting kidnapped by a sentient island, but that's the fucking best get-out-of-jail card I've ever been handed," he admitted, with a soft laugh. It was ridiculous, the timing these things had. It was as if his stress level hit a certain point and the universe picked up on it.
She did seem to be kind of building up to something, but he really didn't suspect a damn thing until she was calling him amazing again, and he was about to respond, but found that he couldn't because her lips were pressing into his own.
There was a moment of shock where he felt frozen to the spot and unable to respond. His brain was trying to catch up with what had just happened- he had told her just how much of a leaky bastard he was, and she had called him amazing and now she was kissing him-
Kissing him. The last time he had seen her had been years ago, and he did remember that she had just proposed to Lex. But this was three years in the future, she hadn't mentioned Lex once, she wasn't drunk, she was fully aware of what she was doing... He had to respond- it was already happening, so it wasn't as if he should be thinking it out logically and morally, he just had to go with what he felt at that exact moment.
So, after what must have been quite a painful delay, he moved his lips against hers, pressing back against her with equal enthusiasm, silently communicating that it was okay, more than okay- that it was welcomed.