Chapter Two
London
Hessia looked at Diana as she buckled up a pair of high, wedge sandals. The older Amazon had to admit Diana looked more animated than she did for a long time. There was color in her cheeks and a brightness in her eyes. But it did irk her that Diana had given in so easily to the Kryptonian. She would have let him grovel and crawl on his belly some more. But Diana was not like that. In any case, was good the silly boy finally manned up and spoke his mind.
Diana stood up and smoothed the legs of her fitted, blue, skinny jeans and adjusted the long sleeves to an ivory, ruffled, chiffon peasant top. The top had a scooped neck so it bared much of her neck and the tops of her shoulders. She wore no accessories. Just left her hair down.
"How do I look?"
Hessia picked up a cute, embroidered, mini purse and handed it to her. It just had room for her keys, bank card, and a strawberry, shimmery, pink lip balm she loved.
"Are you going to sleep with him tonight?" she asked baldly.
"What? Hessia!" Diana flushed and grabbed the purse. "Why would you even...?"
"Just wondering. You know how easy it is to fall into bed with a man you want."
"Look, all we are doing is seeing how tonight goes."
"You want it to work though."
"Yes, Hessia, I do. Why else would I have said yes. He wants to try. He seems genuinely contrite about what happened."
"Oh no doubt he promised you the world if you took him back. Like most men."
"You know, Clark is an alien."
Hessia made a face and picked up the remote lying on the side table and turned on the television. She'd come by just to check up on Diana and offer her some free advice.
"You should make him work for it."
Diana smiled wryly. "In other words, punish him some more?"
"He was horrid to you, Diana! For no good reason. For weeks I had to see you look like you'd never smile or laugh again."
She came to stand before her and touched her shoulder. "He knows he was. Hessia, you know I don't beat around the bush. I say what is in my heart and mean what I say. Clark punished himself, I think, more than I did him."
"I don't want him hurting you again. I swear, if you do get back with him and he pulls another stunt like what he did...I can't guarantee his manhood will stay intact."
Diana bent to give her a side hug. "I'll let him know."
"I hope it goes well, little Goddess," she softened , as the Amazon walked out onto her balcony.
Diana said over her shoulder as she took to the air, "I hope so too."
Metropolis
For the tenth time in the hour Clark moved from the stove to peep out the doors of the small balcony. She would be coming in from the east. It wasn't seven as yet and Diana was always early or prompt. He could heart her miles away but moving around made him less nervous. She was right. Things had changed between them. The ease they shared when they were together had seemed to dissipate overnight. It felt like they were seeing each other after a lifetime. He didn't want it it to feel awkward nor uncomfortable.
He went back to the kitchen to check on the meal. A spicy, grape-ricotta crostini was the appetizer. A slow roasted cod with vegetables was the main with a key lime pie for dessert. He took down a bottle of Chardonnay and two glasses. Diana wasn't a big drinker but like him she enjoyed the odd glass with a meal.
He was putting out the plates and cutlery when he clocked her heart beat miles away. He homed in on her scent as it was carried on the breeze wafting the curtains at the balcony doors. He went to the living room to greet her as she touched down.
"Clark?" She stood outside and waited for him to emerge.
She gave a small smile as she saw him. Since his identity was out the glasses was gone permanently and his clothes were now fitting him to perfection. He was dressed in slim, black jeans and a fitted, black and blue checked shirt. The waving locks at the front, free of gel, was just combed back.
Diana stood and raised her hand in greeting. "Hello"
He smiled warmly at her. God, she was gorgeous. "Diana. Hi. Come in."
She looked at back at the view he had. "Bruce certainly knows how to pick his spots."
"That he does. He offered me the penthouse suite initially."
"Not your cup of tea?"
"No. This smaller one suits me fine. "You look beautiful as always," he complimented.
"Thank you. So do you."
She entered the living room and looked around. It was larger than the former apartment he had and the furnishings, she could guess would have come with the apartment, were high end. But she could see his personality in the room from his numerous books, the typewriter in the corner at the window, his souvenirs from his travels, awards for his writing on the wall along with his degrees and diplomas to the pictures of his parents and friends on the mantle over a fireplace.
She paused to see a picture of her and him taken by Lana when they had visited her and John Henry Irons in Smallville a year ago. Diana was sitting on a fence with Clark standing between her legs, her arms around him, and her chin resting on his head. He wore the Clark Kent glasses and she the Diana Prince frames. They both looked a little bedraggled but remarkably relaxed and happy.
"I took the liberty of keeping that one even after we were broken up. I didn't think you'd mind," he said softly behind her.
"No." She turned to meet his blue eyes. "It was a good day."
"One of the best if I recall," he replied, with twinkle in his eyes.
She felt the color in her cheeks because before they'd met up Lana and John Henry for lunch they had gone for a walk in the countryside after a hearty breakfast. They ended up deep in the woods and found a stream with a waterfall where they'd ended up skinny dipping. From his expression she could tell his mind had gone exactly where hers did. Back to that passionate, lustful hour. Smallville had clocked its first earthquake in a decades.
Diana cleared her throat and moved back to the middle of the living room. "It's nice...the apartment."
"Come and see the kitchen."
She followed him and inhaled. "It smells divine in here."
"Would you like some wine?"
"Sure. What's on the menu?"
He told her as he blew on the wine bottle and cracked it open. He poured them a glass each. Diana took one and sat on a chair at the breakfast bar.
"I just have to check on the cod." He nodded in satisfaction as he glanced in at the oven. "It should be done in ten minutes."
He took the chair next to her and sipped his wine. "So, what's been happening in your life? You stopped being God of War but you never told us what happened."
Diana told him about the return of Ares and Apollo. Her trying to prevent fighting in Olympus by trying to negotiate a truce between them both. The Gods had already taken sides as well and an all out war in heaven would have ended up in disaster for mankind.
"I almost married Apollo," she said casually.
He gave her a strange look. "You mean you almost married Hades?"
"No. I almost married Apollo too."
"What?"
She filled him in on the Sun God's desire to make her his consort.
"Of course, I told him to...get stuffed."
"What is it with your family wanting to marry you? Didn't First Born want you too?" he exclaimed.
She made a face. "Yes."
Clark looked non too pleased. His last interaction with Apollo had not been exactly amiable.
"Luckily my dear father showed up in time before there was a full scale battle."
"Zeus is back? Where was he?" Zeus had been missing for years.
"Apollo had connived with some very powerful primordial deities to contain him. Deities Zeus himself had consigned to Tartarus. While I tried to keep the peace on Olympus, Hermes went in search of him. He found him eventually trapped in one of the most obscure levels, and freed him."
"I'm going to guess Zeus was not pleased."
"Oh his wrath was something to behold. Olympus shook for days."
"What did he do those two roosters?"
"Apollo has been depowered and sent to Uncle Hades to serve him for a while. They don't like each other much those two. But the Cerberus needs a new minder and poop cleaner." Her lips twitched. "Ares has been demoted in favor of Athena for a spell. So it's no coincidence the conflicts in the world has been less in the last few months."
Clark let out a bark of laughter. "What I wouldn't give to see that. Zeus doesn't sound so bad after all. That seemed lenient."
"It was. And my father...well, he didn't really know about me. He apologized to me and seemed genuinely perturbed about my mother's passing."
"So chances are you might be able to forge some kind of relationship with him?"
"We'll never be as close you were with your father but I can try to give him a chance. He's given me permission to visit all the realms whenever I want. Only he and Hermes has that privilege. He was told what transpired with Hera, Ares, Apollo, Hades and the First Born by Hermes and he thanked me for trying to save Olympus. He told me I was welcomed to stay as long as I wanted as well. That I didn't have to go back to earth. But I couldn't. My life is down here."
"I'm glad you didn't," he said softly, all too aware that Diana had given up a life as a powerful God to return to the daily grind of earth.
She nodded sadly. "I never saw myself as one. Being War was the hardest thing I ever had to do. War is hate and death. No matter what, war should never be a first option. I did the best I could but the voices of dying soldiers, child soldiers, families crying in grief..they use to haunt me...they haunt me still. And it hit me, this is what you deal with every waking moment. How do you cope, Clark?"
Clark felt his heart ached with the love he felt for her. The empathy he saw in her eyes made him reach across and took her hands with a heartfelt . "Oh Diana."
He cupped them both in his warm grasp. "I had to learn how to control and filter. If I didn't I'd never stop. I'd be causing international incidents every waking second of the day. I can't rush in and save everyone. It's not possible. Crime and disaster happens every second around me. Right now people are dying or in some trouble around the world. But I had to learn to allow the people whose jobs it was to also help humanity to do so. Police, soldiers, EMTs, doctors, nurses, volunteers, neighbors, family, friends...they are heroes too. Maybe more than I could ever be because they have to make an effort to do what they do. The world has survived without me for eons...for a reason...I'm here to do what I can do, serve by example, not take over. So for now I just listen in on this city. The rest I trust in their own heroes and the League to alert us."
She nodded and her eyes teared up. "I missed this. Talking to you."
He reached out and pulled her into his arms. She held him tight. He said in her hair, "Me too."
After a minute, Diana's stomach grumbled. They both looked down and burst out laughing.
"I think its time we ate," he said.
An hour later, bellies sated, Clark and Diana were sitting on the couch looking at a movie that they chose at random from the DVR. They didn't sit too closely, nor too far apart, just alongside each other. The awkwardness Clark was afraid would be there thankfully wasn't. Diana had kicked off her shoes and tucked her feet under her. Clark had his legs outstretched and bared feet on a pouf.
Diana shook her head wryly. "Gods, how many times will this woman need saving by the hero?"
Clark gave a little wry nod. "Yeaah, she does seem to only have one function. That's about the fourth time."
"She has no role other than motivation for the male lead."
"I think maybe the film makers think she humanizes him."
"Humanizes him how? He could save a cat or a child and you'd get the same reaction. I suppose she gets to kiss him at the end, even though they just met, they'll suddenly be so in love. Honestly, she's very annoying. But I guess if she could handle herself, what is there for him to do? His fighting technique leaves a lot to be desired as well."
Clark chuckled. "You want to look at something else?"
"No, I'll stick with it to the end. See if it can redeem itself in any way."
Half an hour later Diana turned to Clark. "There is a sequel to this?"
Clark nodded ruefully. "Yeah. Planned for next year."
"Please do not take me to see it."
"Promise. You want to see anything else?"
"No. It's nearly eleven." She glanced at the clock. "I should go."
"You know you can stay as long as you like?"
"I know. But we did pretty okay for a first chance, I think." Diana began to pull her shoes on. "Besides, Hessia is probably waiting up for me to get a run down."
He turned the television off and stood up with her. "Hessia? Ah."
"She's not happy with you."
"Oh you don't have to tell me that. I know."
"She threatened you with castration should you hurt me again." Diana picked up her purse and faced him with a playful smile.
Clark smiled ruefully. "You can assure her I will do it myself. Save her the trouble." He took her hand." I hope this isn't pushing but can we meet up for lunch on Sunday? There's this nice diner..."
"Yes, I'd like that but let me take you to lunch in London. You cooked dinner for me, it's only fair I treat you in return. A nice pub lunch."
"Sounds good."
He walked her to the balcony. He wanted to kiss her but didn't know if she'd welcomed it so soon. Diana solved his dilemma by leaning in and gently brushed her lips against his own.
"Good night, Clark."
Clark closed his eyes and just allowed the feeling of her soft lips and fragrance wash over him. How he'd miss this! Before he could reach for her it was over. She smiled at him and was gone.
Clark watched and listened for her until she disappeared from America, and landed in London. Once he was satisfied she was home he went back inside.
He let out a sigh of relief. No matter how long it took he was going to win back her trust and faith.
Three Weeks Later
They were slowly working their way back into each other's lives. Clark had been attentive and affectionate but most importantly sensitive to whatever lingering doubts Diana had. The time they spent together was lovely. They held hands, shared tender kisses and embraces but didn't give into any baser need to sleep together. Not that they didn't have any. The desire was there. But wiser heads controlled their hearts now. In a way the slow burn just added a delicious tension to their second courtship that their first, younger and impulsive one did not have.
There had been a lot of growing up to do and more than likely they still would have a lot more compromises to make if they wanted to stay together. Something that was going to be difficult for any independent, strong willed couple but they knew they loved each other and life without the other was not an option. Pride, fear, guilt and ego had to be put aside.
Diana was dressing for their date. This time they agreed to go into public. It was something they knew they would have to get use to with Clark's ID out. They decided to take in a play and dinner in Metropolis. She put on a knee length, blue, chiffon dress with black heeled sandals that showed off her long, toned legs to perfection. Hessia did a braided chignon with her hair and left soft waving tendrils down her cheeks.
Hessia paused to smile at her reflection in the mirror as Diana put on a pair of sapphire earrings.
"I take it things are going well?"
Diana nodded. "Very well." Diana spritzed some perfume on her wrists and dabbed a bit behind her ears.
"It won't be too long before you might move your belongings back at his place then?"
Diana met her eyes in the mirror. She searched to see disapproval but Hessia only looked matter of fact.
"I don't know if we're close to that yet. I won't ever be giving up my apartment here if that is what you're hinting at." Diana stood up and smoothed her skirts out. "Look, Hessia, I know you think I'm being easy on Clark but it's not about that. If I felt I needed to punish someone I love to make me feel better then I shouldn't really be with him. That's not how love works. At least not to me. The Amazons spent centuries punishing the innocent for the crimes of a few. I won't be like that. I could never be like that. You call it self preservation. It's bitterness and it leads to loneliness. Clark is no saint. And in a way it's a relief to see he isn't and even better to see him accept his limitations. He's as capable of being fallible as the rest of us. A perfect man is a man who probably doesn't need anyone."
Hessia handed the purse over. "You are very wise for someone so young. Your mother would be proud of you. Invite your Kryptonian over next week. I will cook you both dinner."
Diana blinked. "You will?"
"Yes. It's time for the olive branch, I think."
Diana reached out and hugged her. "Thank you, Hessia! You're the closest person to a mother to me and it means so much you accept Clark."
She patted her back. "I always liked him. More than anyone else who showed any interest in you. More than Steve and that cockerel Orion. I knew how much he loved you. How he puts his life on the line for others without question. I never saw you that vulnerable before. It angered me so much when he pushed you away. I knew he had the power to hurt you more than any other. You're the daughter I never had. I only want you to be happy. If you are happy with him then I am too. Now off you go."
Diana moved to depart. Hessia called after her. "I intend to stay over and spend the night watching a Game of Thrones Marathon and I probably might invite Zola over. I hope you won't be coming back home too soon?"
She looked over her shoulder to see a sly smile on Hessia's face.
Diana's laughter echoed in the night sky as she flew away.
Downtown Metropolis
The play was engaging but one could swear the two people sitting in the middle section was more attractive and interesting to everyone whenever the lights came on. Diana and Clark knew they would get attention but they did not bank on people pulling out cell phones, swamping them for autographs and pictures as soon as the curtain went down.
They looked at each other wryly and with good humor and spirit stood up and received the well wishes, squeals and hugs they got from the crowd. Most people knew they were together but getting access to them like this was novel. And they made a striking couple out of uniform. There would be no more hiding and blending in. They were who they were.
"Maybe they'll get tired of us in time," Diana smiled as they took a taxi to the restaurant.
"Maybe. We are kind of dull after all," he grinned.
The taxi driver, like most drivers had been on the beat for years, had interacted with Superman many times. He was not in the lest bit intimidated by the couple. But he was smiling and ever so often glancing at the pair in the mirror.
The taxi pulled up to the harbor front and Diana smiled as she saw the restaurant. It was the Seafood Grill that they had their first ever date as Clark Kent and Diana Prince three years ago.
"Hope you don't mind," Clark said.
"I always knew you were sentimental, Mr Kent. Of course, I don't."
As she climbed out the cab, Clark paid the driver. "Here, thanks. Keep the change."
"My pleasure, Superman. Oh and Wonder Woman is a keeper. Don't you let her go."
"I won't."
Every head turned in the restaurant as they entered hand in hand. Everyone stopped, including the waiters, and some people even clapped as they walked in.
The manager, who knew the intricacies of looking after high profile guests, looked a little apologetic. "Do you want a quiet room upstairs? We have a room we reserve for private parties. It's not in use right now."
Diana looked at Clark. She wasn't fazed by this but she knew it was harder for him.
"No. It's fine. We have to get use to this," Clark said.
They got a table at the window and tried to not take notice of the people stopping on the pier to wave and take photos. The people inside with them were a little more diplomatic. Only some stared and a handful took pictures. Most of them were couples like themselves who were engrossed in each other. They eventually were allowed to dine in peace.
"I got a publisher for my book," Clark announced, as they dug into their appetizers.
Clark had been working on a novel after they had started dating. Many a time she'd suggested to him to send it to a publisher but he'd dismissed it. The story was too rough and really just for his own pleasure. Plus he was so busy with his full time job and the League. She always thought the story was excellent and had great potential.
Diana, enjoying her seafood bisque, lit up at the news. "You did?Wow!"
"Yeah. They loved the first draft. I just have some editing to do. Then it'll be going in to work out the logistics. Like printing and publicity."
Diana titled her head at him. "You'll publish under your own name?"
"Yes. I have nothing to hide. It does feel weird not having to rush into the Daily Planet to clock in to work but in a way it's liberating. I work at my own pace and I don't have to make excuses to any bosses. It frees me up for the League too."
"You told me once your needed to be Clark to keep connected..."
"I'm still Clark," he smiled. "I still have to pay my bills and live as an American citizen and follow the rules. None of that changes. And if anything being without a secret ID...while the limited privacy part does suck sometimes...it's nice just to be me. I think I had this illusion I could be like everyone but one day the bubble was going to burst. I don't age like them. I'm not human. Clark would have been forced to "die" one day. Just disappear. But now...oddly enough Clark can live as long as Superman can. Life is just going to be different and I'm okay with different. But enough about me, what about you?"
"What about me, Clark?"
"You're Queen of the Amazons, Wonder Woman and a daughter of Zeus. A lot on your plate." Clark was ever so mindful of this. He knew he was lucky to be back in her life but he also knew he was not the sun she revolved around.
"Well, being Queen is more demanding than being a Princess. But that's where the Senate comes in. I don't want to be an absolute monarch. My sisters need to be part of the overall decision making process. It's what allows me to do my job as Wonder Woman. The Amazons are steeped in tradition and the idea of not having someone make the final decision is something they are learning to get used to. Getting rid of archaic laws is my priority but again that takes time. My sisters need time to adapt to change. Banning the raids and the exchange of males for weapons is now outlawed. I want to open up the island as well."
"That's great, Diana. I wish you all the luck in the world."
"Would you come to the island as my first guest if the Senate passes the law to open the island up?"
"I would be honored. Do your sisters know about me?"
"They have heard about you."
"And the consensus?"
Diana cleared her throat. "I think they need to see you first." The idea their Queen was lover to a being who was capable of humbling Apollo himself had sent ripples around the island. Some did not like the idea of someone so powerful as a male consort. Others were intrigued.
"Hmm, that doesn't sound too promising."
Diana giggled. "To be honest I think its fifty-fifty. Some are curious. Others not so much. I think when they meet you though, they will come around."
"You're so sure?"
"It's you, Clark."
He smiled.
The next hour was spent eating their delicious main course and dessert and reminiscing about their first year in the League.
"You know I didn't like you for months?" Clark said, with teasing grin as he cut into his apple pie.
Diana made a face at him as she ate her ice cream sundae. "I didn't like you much either."
"I thought you were very rash and arrogant."
"I thought you were very stubborn and judgmental," she countered.
"You remember when I asked you to build a wall and you refused?"
She smiled. "Your face. I doubt anyone refused Superman before."
"Well, not usually. But you told me I overthink in battle."
"And you told me I fight with too little on my mind."
"Well, we were both right and wrong," he chuckled.
"Yes, we were pretty green back then. Gods, has it been eight years we've known each other?"
"Feels like only yesterday when we fought The Trench when we had our first date here."
Diana looked around and then directly at him as she licked the ice cream off her full lower lip. "Let's hope Metropolis stays dry tonight. I don't want interruptions, especially tonight."
Clark could detect the faint flush under her skin and the slight shift in her tone and body language. His own pulse sped up a bit. He put his fork down and his hand reached for hers, lacing her fingers with his own.
"Is Madam and Sir enjoying their meal?"
The voice of the waiter startled them.
Clark nodded. "Yeah. It's great. Um, could we get the bill?"
Five minutes later they both tried to get out the door. They ran a gauntlet of taking several selfies with people and when they stepped out the door, some media were camped outside.
They walked straight up to them and took them by surprise.
Clark said, "Guys, I use to be a reporter just like many of you. I get it. Take your pictures. You have one minute."
For a moment the photographers looked a little taken aback. They were used to people running or hiding. Clark and Diana stood hand in hand and smiled at them.
Clark looked at his watch. "Fifty five seconds."
The photographers scrambled to take pictures.
"Can you give her a kiss?" a voice yelled. Superman kissing Wonder Woman was always a guaranteed sellout, even after their love affair was leaked to the world a year and a half ago.
Clark leaned in and kissed her temple. She put her hand on his chest. It was a simple gesture from them both but the affection between them was palpable.
After the time was up Clark nodded at them. "Have a good night,folks."
He and Diana, then to everyone's delight, walked to the end of the pier and took to the skies.
"They still taking pictures of us?" she asked.
Clark glanced back. "They're trying to."
The moon was out and the sky was clear. They flew leisurely, hand in hand, looking at the many sights and sounds along the waterfront. There were boats, restaurants, a carnival and a concert hall. The sound of laughter and music could reach their ears.
Clark suddenly stopped.
Diana turned. "What?"
"Dance with me."
Clark slipped an arm around her waist and took her hand in his. Diana put a hand on his shoulder, leaned her forehead against his and they swayed to the music wafting up from the concert hall up to the skies.
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
'Til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
Diana sighed and both her arms went around his neck and she closed her eyes.
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you
Clark breathed in the scent in her hair and whispered, "This was Pa's favorite song. He would sing it to my mother. They were inseparable. They fell in love young but they faced the world together. I want that, Diana. With you."
Diana looked up at him and whispered, " You have me. For as long as I draw breath, Clark Kent...Kal-El."
Clark cradled her cheeks. One day, when the time was right, he would marry this woman. Give her his mother's ring that sat in the Kent farmhouse. He dreamed of starting a family with her. He didn't know if they could even have children but he knew they both had a lot of love to spare. There were many parent-less children in the world and he knew Diana would be a wonderful mother. For now he just thanked whatever benevolent forces that drove the universe he had her in his life. "I wished they could have met you."
"It's a great regret of mine too. Not to have met your parents. I wished you could have met my mother as well."
"I love you, Diana. More than I can say."
"Show me."
She drew his head down to her own and kissed him.
The Fortress of Solitude
Long, lithe fingers undid the black tie around his neck and tossed it away to the floor. Then they undid the buttons to his white shirt. Slowly. Clark swallowed and controlled his breathing as he reclined on the edge of the bed. He was trying hard not to grab the beautiful body clad now only in a black lace bra and matching underwear and devour her lips as he'd been doing the moment they crashed into the Fortress five minutes ago.
When Diana had looked at him earlier in the restaurant, he knew she wasn't going to simply fly home after their date. When she kissed him, he knew they were finally going to scale that last hurdle. He also knew his new apartment was not the place for it. Months of not having each other and weeks of taking it slow...no bed of his would take the strain.
Warm, full lips pressed against the skin of his collar bone and teasingly moved down down his muscular torso to his waistband. He grunted in appreciation. He felt the shirt being pull upwards and then sliding down his shoulders. It fell to the floor near her own blue dress, his jacket and their shoes.
He hissed when she knelt and her hands brushed and caressed the bulge in his trousers as she undid his belt and zipped down his fly. Clark helped her ease the pants down his legs, kicking at it impatiently.
"Diana," he gritted.
"Clark,"she smirked, moving between his legs and up his torso to kiss him, her body brushing his. He pulled her down upon him and crushed her lips with his own as they fell backwards on the bed. Her fingers dug into his hair as his hands roamed down her back and smoothed and squeezed her rounded bottom.
They kissed feverishly. Desperately. Hungrily. Clark knew his way around her body the way she knew his. He knew exactly how to touch and kiss her and ramp up her desire. For his part she didn't even have to touch him. Just her lying there, ready to surrender, was enough to arouse him. His erection was straining already in his boxer briefs.
Fingers undid the hooks of her bra and pulled it off as he turned her under him. Clark's lips rained kisses down her neck, while one hand trailed downwards and cupped a breast, gently kneading and molding the soft, firm flesh beneath his large palm. Diana arched into his grasp when his lips followed the path of his hand to capture the tight bud at the center. He greedily laved and suckled one nipple and then the other, until she was flushed and gasping.
His hand trailed lower, teasing between her thighs and then simply tearing the lacy undergarment with a swift jerk of his hand. His lips suddenly were kissing her stomach, abdomen and moving lower. Diana's gasps turned to moans as he intimately teased and tasted her. Her fingers grasped his hair and she whimpered his name as he took her to the brink again and again, leaving her suspended at the edge. Ready to fall but frustratingly not able to take the plunge on her own.
Soon he was out of his own underwear and lying between her thighs, supported on his elbows. His rested his forehead against hers and gritted, "I can't wait any more. I need you now."
Diana reached up to caress his face and hair and kiss him passionately. She whispered huskily," Take me."
He reached down to cup her under the buttocks and hook one leg around his waist. In one smooth thrust he was blissfully home.
Diana threw her head back and cried out. He buried his face in her neck. She was so warm, so fragrant, so tight. Being one with her was nothing he ever felt in his life and he couldn't ever imagine wanting to be with anyone else.
"God...I missed you. I missed this."
Diana ran her fingers up and down his back and then hooked them around his neck. She nibbled his ear and whispered, "And I you, my love."
Clark braced his hands on either side of her head and began to move. Slowly at first, but then with increasing intensity. Withdrawing and plunging in deep to the hilt. Causing her to buck and move up the bed. Diana dug her nails into his back and wrapped both legs tightly around him.
Clark didn't have to work too hard. Her body was already tense and straining for completion. Her teeth bit into his shoulder as she felt her body attain what it yearned. She shuddered beneath him.
"Clark!"
Clark took in a deep, controlling breath and he grabbed her around the waist and hauled her up with him. He knelt back and Diana felt him moving her up and down, one hand supporting her back, the other cupping and stroking her breasts. She closed her eyes and flung her head back.
It was so good. Being with him like this. It used to worry her sometimes how much her body used to crave his when they'd first started sleeping together. Giving up control to any man was taboo. But Clark wasn't any man. He was her partner. Her equal. Her love. Wanting him was just an expression of that love.
"Diana,"he rasped.
She opened her eyes and found him gazing at her. His irises were ringed with that red hue that communed how aroused he was. Their mouths met again, lips parting, suckling, pulling, biting, delving in deep.
Diana moved so she was above him and her hips rising and falling, undulating, like a wave, until she felt herself splinter apart again.
"Oh Gods...Clark...Kal...!"
The second flood of pleasure had her trembling and Clark eased her body back down to the bed. His hands smoothed her face and the hair at her temples, lovingly allowing her to catch her breath. Still kneeling he gently raised her up by hips so most of her body was arched off the bed, her legs draped over his thighs. Only her head rested on the mattress. He held her up firmly and began slowly thrusting into her. Diana grasped the sheets encouraging him to move harder with her writhing body and moans of pleasure.
Clark gritted his teeth, his hips quickening. The sight of his demi-goddess, ebony hair splayed wildly around her, torso lightly covered with sweat, combined with the sound of her husky voice breaking into Themysciran and the delicious, hot, pulsating feel of her around him...he lost control.
He fell towards her and grabbed her close so they were melded as one. He grunted her name against her throat and arched his back as a powerful release racked his body. Diana held him tight, her nails clawing his back, digging her heels into his spine as she reached yet another peak.
They were both breathing heavily, Clark lying on top of her, bodies still joined, as they gradually came down to earth.
He raised on his elbows to look at her. He kissed her brow, nose and then lips. "That. Was. Amazing."
Diana smiled. " Of course it was."
He chuckled and gently rolled off her. He fell onto his side and slipped his arms around her. They basked in the afterglow, gently stroking each other's skin and luxuriating in the way their bodies still hummed with sensation.
"I was afraid it wouldn't be the same," she confessed, after a minute.
He nodded in understanding. He had been worried too. That the intimacy and passion they had shared before would have changed. But it hadn't. If anything it was better now that they were more open and honest with each other.
"You know, I was worried too but I still need to test one thing."
"What?" she asked curiously.
Clark's fingers moved to her armpits and torso and tickled.
Diana squealed. "Clark! Ahhh...Stop!Stop!"
"Ah ha, being God of War has not made you immune to my tickles! I still know your Achilles heel. Okay, okay, I'll stop."
She rolled to face him, still laughing."Well, don't forget, I know yours," she countered.
"I have no Achilles heel in bed, Diana," he scoffed.
Diana simply leaned into him and whispered a few husky sentences in Kryptonian what she wanted him to do to her and what she wanted to do to him. Clark groaned and they both looked down. His relaxed member suddenly began to twitch and harden.
Diana looked at him smugly. "You're putty in my hands, love."
"Not fair."
"Oh, I think it is." Her right hand reached down to stroke his manhood. He groaned in approval. "So, Mr Kent, are you going to do something about my request? Or do I have to take charge?"
He grinned. "You know I like when you do that. I was raised to allow ladies to go first."
She smiled. "Yes, I recall you could be a bit lazy at times."
Clark laid back and allowed Diana to straddle him. "Not lazy, Diana. Giving you your way."
"Is that what you call it?" She arched a brow at him.
"Well, how about it's both of us having our own way?" he winked as he ran his hands appreciatively up and down her curving waist and hips and fondled her breasts.
She purred. "Well, we are a team. Better together."
"A power couple," he grunted in satisfaction as she slowly slid down onto him.
She leaned in to kiss him and corrected throatily, "The ultimate power couple."
THE END