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"Must you go?" he asked.

"Yes, my sisters need me." she said, sullenly. Her blue eyes met his gaze.

"Will you at least say goodbye?" Clark pleaded as he reached out for her head, his fingers curled through hers as she flew into his thick arms that held her closer to him. The scent of her hair permiated that of sand and sun. She kissed him and he eagerly returned her notion – ravigged by her intoxicating aroma and irrisitable soft curves. Tension built within him as he surpressed a groan, at the feel of her tongue tracing his own teeth.

They parted for a moment before Clark captured her lips with his, once again, suckling on her lower lip sent her into hysterics as she yanked arousingly at his dark thick locks. "Clark," she moaned and he found himself above her as the thick green strands of grass tickled his naked skin. From his waist down did the rest of his uniform remain as Diana wore a toga.

Her attire seemed strange for this age.

He was sure that she would wear those out of dated greek attires on Themascrya but here with him – certainly not. He continued to kiss her feverously as he pressed against her, closing the aching distance between them. His hand roamed from her ankle to her inner thigh, he felt her body react to his gentle touches. The gasps she whispered in his ear shot through her teeth as he nibbled on her ear lobe and trailed tender kisses along her jaw down her neck and over her cleavage concealed by her attire, drove him mad.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he groaned against her and slipped off her dress revealing her bear breasts and pale-yellow underwear. With his free hand he stretched from her leg, he clasped both of her wrists together. He cupped and teased her breast until he found it not enough. She wiggled under him and that broke his control – he was hard and now desperate.

He released her wrists and moved towards that irritating fabric and tore it off. "Clark!" she gasped both mad and wet. He could smell it, her arousal and see its baby pink lips almost twitching for his touch. His mouth captured her as his fingers held her open for his tongue that drove her to shake and shudder beneath him. Her erotic gasps and pleasured moans were drowned out.

The only sound he heard was the sea and the blood hammering in his ears.

He explored every inch of her with his lips and fingers. He felt her buck and pull at the roots of his hair but as always, he kept his ground, refusing to quell her needs not now not when he finally was so close. Even as he suckled her senstive spot she locked onto him but that didn't stop him not until he was sure she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

With her taste on his lips and flooding his tongue, he hovered over her once more and demanded, "Want a taste?" Diana pulled him to her and locked her lips against him as much as she could while her tongue fought against his. Clark never noticed not until he saw her heated cheeks and flustered skin, he smiled and just to test his theory. He pressed his firm thick manhood against her own, almost losing the tiniest bit of control he had. The pressure of her against him, the soft smooth contours and heat of her genatalia, he would control himself. He would!

That was before he heard her loud gasp. His eyes regarded her for a moment, the look in her eyes were ravished and burning with desire. He figured to play with this for a moment, "Do you like that?" he mused and her body arched as she pulled at the grass in response. Her moist lips parting, desperate for air. 'Those lips,' he thought as he bent over and lightly pressed against them. 'Will always be mine.'

As she threaded her arms around his neck, her legs locked around his waist. "Clark?" she asked, looking at him.

"Yes beautiful," he purred whispering in her ear.

"Get up." This puzzled him. Didn't she just want him a moment ago, so why is she looking at him with annoyance?

"Huh?" he asked. Soon pain radiated through him, he was used to pain and his strength to deal with blows that would kill normal people.

"Get off of me Smallville!" That's when his mind registered. His eyes slowly fluttered open at bit dazed before shocked only to reveal an annoyed Lois Lane beneath him holding pepper spray just inches from his face not noticing the raging taser in her other hand. "You disgusting Barbarian!" she growled and pressed the button.

Soon the small apartment was filled with Superman's aching screams.