Author's Note: A little something sweet, fun, and a whole lot sexy before we resume our normal programming. You deserve it, and so do Diana and Clark.


Chapter 28


Earth-36

2044

Fortress of Solitude

"How is she?"

Kal took the cup of steaming hot coffee Wonder Woman handed him and a few sips before answering Superman's question.

After everything that had happened on Mount Olympus, Kal thought it best to get as far away from there as possible. So he decided on the Fortress of Solitude, inviting Superman and Wonder Woman to join them. In truth, the invitation wasn't needed, because Kal didn't think Wonder Woman would leave Diana's side until she was convinced all her efforts weren't in vain.

Now, they sat in Kal's kitchen around a glass table. Hot drinks in hand.

"Put simply, Superman, I'm not sure. Diana hasn't spoken since her fight with Wonder Woman. When I left the bedroom, she was about to take a shower. I thought it best to give her some alone time."

Three more healthy gulps and the coffee was gone. Before he could think what to do next, Wonder Woman refilled his coffee cup and slid a plate with apple pie to him. He smiled at the woman with gratitude, and tried real hard not to stare. Seeing his younger self in Superman was one thing—a very weird one thing—but looking into what he'd always thought of as Diana's eyes, was something entirely different.

"Thank you."

"It was nothing. I only provided you with what you already had in your kitchen."

Kal shook his head, then reached for her hand. Finding and covering the one closest to him. "No, I mean thank you for what you did for my wife. I don't know how the two of you knew Diana was in trouble, but I thank you both for what you did for my family."

Pulling his hand back, Kal began to dig into the warm apple pie. She'd heated it for him, just the way he liked it. And there was that strange factor again. They didn't know each other, but Wonder Woman had not only prepared the pie the way he liked, but his coffee as well. On that odd thought, he realized she'd most likely done those things because it was the way her Superman liked his coffee and Ma Kent's homemade apple pie. And didn't that just up the weird meter for Kal.

"It wasn't me," Superman said. "I was just along for the ride." He nodded his head in Wonder Woman's direction. "Diana was the one who knew something was wrong with your wife."

"How?"

"I felt her pain." She raised her right hand and laid a palm over her heart. "I've only ever felt something like that once … when my own mother died. Even then, my pain didn't include the deep despair and rage of Diana's. I have no explanation for the connection. It didn't exist when she came to our Earth and time." She turned to Superman. "Clark, do you feel a similar connection to Kal?"

"No, but maybe it takes time. Like with you and Diana." A shrug. "I have no clue, but I think we all know one man who would likely have the answers we want."

"Bruce," they said in unison.

"Speaking of Bruce, I called and let him know you guys will be staying the night here. I didn't go into any details, though he pressed me for them. But the four of us need to get with Bruce and learn exactly what he knows. I believe that was my wife's plan, anyway."

"It was," Wonder Woman agreed. "She was going to bring you to the Manor so you could meet us and then speak with Bruce. If she's up to it, I think we should have that conversation later this morning. After we've gotten a few hours of sleep."

"Sounds like a plan to me." Kal pushed to his feet, grabbed up his cup and small plate, and put both in the cleaning unit. "Everything you'll need for the night is already in the first guestroom to your left. I'm sure Superman knows the way."

"I do. Thanks."

Kal began to make his way out the kitchen but stopped and turned back to Wonder Woman. "Why didn't you use the lasso?" He had to know. The entire time Wonder Woman and Diana battled, Kal couldn't help but wonder why the Amazon didn't just subdue Diana with her golden lasso.

"I could have. It would've been the quickest method to get her under control."

"Right. So why engage her in a dangerous sword fight that could've left one or both of you dead?"

Wonder Woman's smile, while undeniably beautiful, held a hint of something else. It was the same way Diana would smile at Kal when he said or did something that showed how little he understood Amazon culture.

"Okay, tell me what's so funny?" Kal asked, when she kept smiling at him. Youthful mirth written all over her lovely face. Kal couldn't help but return the smile. Diana of Themyscira reminded him so much of his Diana. But they weren't mirror images of each other, just as Diana had said.

Wonder Woman was more mature and worldly than Diana had been at the same age. But Wonder Woman had lost her mother and became queen twenty years before Diana did. Which probably went a long way to explaining some of their differences. But there was something else about Diana of Themyscira. Something Kal couldn't quite pinpoint.

"Clark asked me the same question."

"And did you give him the same you-don't-know-squat-about-Amazons smile that you're giving me?"

"No, she's being nice to you." Superman rubbed his left arm. "You would think that after fighting for almost three hours, she would be too tired to pick another fight. Well, this bruise on my arm says differently."

"Stop whining, Clark, I barely touched you. It was nothing more than a love tap."

"Barely? Love tap? That's not what I would call a love tap. Let me show you what a love tap is, Diana."

Kal watched on, totally amused by the young couple. Did they even remember Kal was still in the kitchen with them and had asked Diana a question? He didn't think so, because Superman just tried to give Wonder Woman a love tap on her bottom. But the woman was damn fast. Before Kal knew it, he was in the kitchen by himself.

He laughed. How could he not? They were just as Diana described. In love and in lust with each other, with some growing up to do. Kal just hoped that as they grew, their paths would continue to merge.

Walking away from the kitchen and back to his bedroom, Kal wished Diana had answered his question before she darted off. He supposed he could get the answer out of her at another time. As he reached his bedchamber, he could hear laughter coming from the opposite hall. It brought a smile to his lips. If Kal were very lucky, in time, he and Diana would be able to laugh and play like that again.

Placing his hand on the doorknob, Kal stopped. While all the bedrooms in the Fortress were soundproof, the hallways were not.

"Did you see his red shorts, Diana?"

"I'm trying to forget. I thought men wore their underwear on the inside."

"We do."

"Well, maybe wearing underwear on the outside is normal on this Earth, Clark. We probably shouldn't judge."

"I'm not judging. I'm just saying that those red shorts are an eyesore. They mess up the Superman image."

"He's Superman here. It's his image. And I'm sure it works for Kal just fine."

"Work for him? What it does, Diana, is draw the eye to his package."

"His package? What are you talking about?"

"You know … his package. I saw your eyes drop there once or twice."

"I wasn't looking at … oh, his package. Well, yes, I can see your point about the underwear. It does draw the eye to that region. But he's big all over, Clark. So I guess it kind of evens everything out."

"'Big all over,' huh? Aren't you Ms. Observant?"

"Really, Clark? You want to argue over a guy who looks almost exactly like you? Would you rather I tell you that Kal-El is the most unattractive male I've ever met?"

"No, what I want is for you to not notice another guy's package because he wears a pair of tight red shorts that leaves very little to the imagination. Eyes above the waist, Diana. Eyes above the waist."

"You do know something is wrong with you, don't you?"

"The only thing that's wrong with me is that I haven't had sex with you in weeks. And it's driving me crazy. And I'm beginning to think you like having this power over me."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm not being ridiculous. And you need another spanking."

"I'm Queen of the Amazons. Don't you dare—"

The door to the guestroom opened and then closed.

Kal shook his head. If Clark thought going without for a few weeks was bad, try ten years.

When he opened the door to his bedchamber, Kal knew it would be a long while before Diana felt light of heart enough to smile, no less laugh. He closed the door behind him and sighed. He could hear the water from the shower. More, he could hear Diana's soft cries.

Leaving the lights dimmed, Kal examined himself in the mirror. He plucked at his signature red shorts. There's nothing wrong with them. I don't know what Clark was … Oh, shit, now he saw it. The shorts did encourage the eye to linger on a certain part of him. Damn, how could he have never noticed before? Diana never said a thing. And neither had Bruce. Then again, Batman wore black shorts over his uniform and the Martian Manhunter pretty much strutted around in what amounted to blue underwear. Hell, maybe it was a thing with the heroes of this Earth.

Pissed-off that he now saw his classic Superman uniform in a new, somewhat disturbing light, he removed his red boots, cape, and uniform. Tossing everything on the black leather chaise Diana used to love reclining in whenever she read one of his novels.

Naked as the day he was born, Kal went in search of his Amazon. Pushing the partially open bathroom door wide, Kal's eyes settled on the hunched-over figure of his wife. Surrounded by thick steam, Diana was on the shower floor, legs raised to her chest, arms wrapped around her knees and head down. Too-hot water streamed over her.

As happy as Kal was to have Diana home where she belonged, he never wanted her return to be like this. Besides, he didn't actually know where their marriage stood now. Sure, Diana hadn't disagreed when he flew her to the Fortress. No more than she protested when he'd escorted her to their bedroom, instead of a guest room. But a lack of protest didn't mean Diana had made a decision about the status of their marriage. It simply meant that Diana wasn't yet ready to make any decisions about her future … their future.

Kal could respect that. He didn't want to rush her. Knew now was not the time to talk about their marriage and the possibility of Diana moving back home. No, Diana needed time. He only hoped that she didn't take too much time. Because Kal didn't think he could handle Diana walking out on him a second time.

Scooping a soaking wet Diana into his arms, Kal carried her out of the bathroom and into the main bedroom. And tried, very, very hard not to notice how creamy her flesh felt, how erect her beautiful nipples were from the shower, or how her feminine curves rubbed enticingly against his hard, neglected body.

Kal sucked in a calming breath, then went about drying his wife with a towel. Diana allowed Kal to dry her body and hair with a large, fluffy white towel, then comb out her long locks so they wouldn't tangle when she slept. Through it all, Diana remained mute but her blue eyes watched everything Kal did for her.

Kneeling in front of Diana, who was seated on the left side of the bed—her side—Clark asked, "You still have plenty of clothes here, honey. Do you want to sleep in the nude, or shall I get you a nightgown?"

She didn't immediately answer. Yet after thirty seconds, blue eyes blinked and focused. "Will you hold me while I sleep?"

Kal smiled. Diana really did have no idea how much she meant to him, how much he would do for her. Which, in a way, was humbling. Because Diana never took him for granted. But, sometimes, like now, he wished she would.

"Of course. We haven't done that in a long time."

"I know. I'm sorry."

Lifting his hand to her cheek, he caressed the warm flesh with his thumb. "I didn't say that because I wanted an apology from you. We've both made mistakes, even though we thought we were making the right or best decision, at the time." His hand fell away. "I want to hold you, Diana. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms and wake up knowing it's not another one of my dreams."

"I would like that as well."

Her voice, while low, was nearly back to normal. And she had stopped crying. All good signs that, slowly but surely, his Diana was returning.

As soon as Diana scooted back on the bed, and then turned over to crawl under the covers, her lush rear up and tempting him, Kal regretted giving Diana the option of going to bed naked. He should've just helped her into one of his too-large T-shirts and called it a night. Glancing down at a penis that was morphing slowly from flaccid to interested, Kal grimaced. Maybe he should take a cold shower before climbing into bed beside Diana.

But when he looked up and caught her watching him, blue eyes shimmering with knowing, he decided to forego the cold shower. It wouldn't make a damn bit of difference, anyway. Ten years was a long damn time. No way could he get through this night without getting a raging hard-on.

He shrugged. There was no help for it. So he jumped on the bed, in all his naked Kryptonian glory. Within seconds, he was under the covers with Diana. He thought they would spoon, Kal behind and Diana in front of him. Instead, Diana turned to face him. Close but not touching.

"Where did we go wrong?"

Kal knew what Diana was asking him. He'd posed the same question to himself, over the years. And had finally come up with an answer. Not a good or even satisfactory one, but a hard-to-admit truth.

"We didn't do anything wrong, honey."

"T-then why did Athos turn out to be such a horrible, morally corrupt person?"

"We loved Athos, as best we could. He wanted for nothing—emotionally, financially, materially. He wasn't abused in any kind of way. We didn't drink in excess or do drugs. And we didn't do a thousand other things that criminals point to as a reason to explain away their deviant behavior. We were good parents, Diana. Sometimes there are kids who grow up with pretty crappy parents but turn out well. Then you have parents like us. I won't take responsibility for our son's sins, and neither should you."

Diana seemed to consider his words, when she went silent again. This was the first time they had discussed Athos without Diana thinking it necessary to defend him, blaming his behavior on a Doomsday disease that, if a cure could be found, all would be well with Athos Kal-El. Diana knew better now. Athos was as he was. Sure, the Doomsday virus probably had a hell of a lot to do with him being a less than ideal son, a less than model person.

Diana stirred to life again. "What are we going to do with him? He can't stay on Mount Olympus forever?"

That was the million dollar question, now wasn't it?

"There's always the Phantom Zone."

"Do you really think someone as conniving and intelligent as Athos wouldn't be able to find a way out of there?"

"It would be a short-term solution. But no, I don't think the Phantom Zone could contain Athos for very long."

"So then what?"

"I really don't know. I guess that's what we'll talk about when we meet with Bruce, Wonder Woman, and Superman."

"They didn't sign on for this when I asked them to come here. I feel guilty for unloading our family drama on them."

"I know how you feel. But I doubt if they feel the same way. If they did, they would've used those trans-dimensional watches of Bruce's and returned home by now. But they stayed. They're here in the Fortress, probably discussing my clothing choices."

At that, Diana frowned in confusion.

"They think the red shorts of my Superman uniform highlight my 'package.'"

"Your what?"

Kal glanced in the direction of his groin, and Diana's eyes lit with understanding.

Then she laughed. Actually laughed. And kept laughing. If he weren't so stunned at hearing the glorious sound come from his wife, Kal just might be offended.

He sat up in bed, covers sliding to his waist.

"I can't believe you think that, too. Why didn't you ever tell me?"

Wiping laugh tears, a welcomed step up from her tears of grief, Diana looked over to the chair that held his uniform.

"I'm sorry, Kal. But you love wearing your red underwear. How could I tell you? You wear your Superman uniform with such pride. And it does look good on you. What? Did you think the only reason all those women you've rescued, over the years, swarmed you because you saved them from some calamity?"

"What's your point? Are you saying they were gawking at my …?"

"Gods, Kal, of course. And that includes most of the female members of the Justice League. I can't tell you how many times I caught Dinah and Zee checking you out."

"And you said nothing? I can't believe you didn't mind."

"I didn't say I liked the fact that other women looked at you as if you were a prime cut of beef. But I had little standing to tell you what to wear."

Kal narrowed his eyes at his wife. He got her number now. "I get it. You didn't say anything about my shorts because you didn't want me to say anything about your itsy, bitsy Wonder Woman bathing suit. That, by the way, literally stops traffic."

"Well, yes, it would've made for a double-standard, on my part. By the way, it's not a bathing suit. It's a respected Amazon armor."

Yeah, whatever. And his red shorts were not underwear, dammit.

Kal flopped onto his back and couldn't help from chuckling. Who knew a pair of red shorts would bring out the sunshine in Diana? His heart began to lighten. And he thought they just might be okay, after all.

Diana scooted until she was looming over him. Her right hand on his bare chest, her face temptingly close to his own.

"If you'll have me, I would like to try again."

Surely Kal couldn't have heard her correctly. Or perhaps he did and he was interpreting her words in a way she hadn't meant them.

"What are you saying, Diana?"

"I'm saying that I've been a fool. I'm saying that I don't want to lose you or your sexy red underwear. I'm saying that I'd like to be your wife again, if you'll have me."

Kal could only stare up at the woman. First the red shorts, and now this. Could this day have been any more unpredictable?"

"I know we have a lot to work out, starting with what to do with Athos. But once this is over, I would like for us to sit down and talk about where we want to go from here. Earlier, you said you never stopped loving me. Well, the truth is that I've never stopped loving you either. I've missed having you in my life. I've missed talking with you, fighting by your side, sharing inside jokes, and waking in your arms. I missed it all. And I would like to earn it back. If you want the same. If you'll allow me."

Now Kal was absolutely convinced Diana was completely out to lunch when it came to his feelings for her.

"You are the most bullheaded woman I know."

"I know."

"And the most mind-boggling."

"I know."

"And the most prideful."

"I know. I know. I know. Do you intend to list all my faults, Kal?"

He grinned. "Not 'faults,' Diana. I've always loved you as you were. I've never wanted to change you or make you feel as if you had to change to please me. I accept and love all of you, even those characteristics that drive me insane."

Diana ran a thumb over his lower lip. "You say the most wonderful things, Kal, especially when you're being brutally honest. I hold you in the highest regard, as a person, as a man, and as a hero. It's been too long since I've told you that, but it's true. It has been such since the first day I laid eyes upon you, battling parademons and protecting innocents."

She humbled him. Had a way of making Kal feel less like a fish out of water and more like a man of worth.

He leaned up and kissed her. Nothing too much, just a pressing of lips and against lips. She didn't open her mouth and neither did Kal. No matter that Kal wanted nothing more than to deepen the kiss, to flip Diana over and make love to her, tonight was far too soon for that level of intimacy. When they finally made love, he wanted the conditions to be ideal. And, unfortunately, tonight's conditions were far from perfect.

Athos' villainy and Hippolyta's murder still hung, like rotting fruit, in the air.

Kal kissed both cheeks, then moved to her jawline. Peppering Diana with soft, gentle kisses. Next came her neck, which he nipped the way she liked. Just to remind her how good it used to be between them and how good it could be again.

Feeling his body stirring, Kal withdrew his lips and the hands that had, of their own volition, begun to caress Diana's sides and back. "We should try to get a few hours of sleep."

She nodded. "I'm exhausted." Diana rolled onto her side, leaving a perfect spot for Kal to curl in behind her.

He did. Then found himself swallowing a moan of pleasure when his semi-erect penis came into contact with Diana's softly rounded ass.

"Sorry," he mumbled against her hair.

"Don't be. I would be concerned if my naked body didn't have that effect on you."

"Well, in that case, you won't be shocked in the morning."

Diana laughed.

Clark smiled and pulled her closer. In less than five minutes, they were fast asleep.


At the same time …

Clark watched Diana sleep. She'd bathed, about an hour ago, then slipped into the short-sleeve nightgown Kal had left for her to wear to bed. For him, Kal provided a white T-shirt and matching shorts. Both of which, like Diana's nightgown, appeared brand new. Once Diana had fallen asleep, Clark slipped out of the shirt and shorts. Now, well, now Clark found himself, once again, watching Diana sleep.

She smelled good from her bath. So good, in fact, Clark had the uncontrollable urge to lick her all over. He'd been mulling it over, for the last twenty minutes. How would Diana react if she awoke to Clark pleasuring her in the most intimate of ways? He'd awoken her like that countless times, especially on mornings when Diana slept in because she was exhausted from a mission or from a stressful visit to Paradise Island.

On those mornings, Clark could normally bring her right to the point of climax before she'd awake. But they hadn't made love since before he was infected with the Doomsday virus. And she'd, more or less, implied that she wanted to wait until Clark got over his feelings of guilt before they made love again. He couldn't say he no longer felt guilty. But one thing was for sure, after learning about what Kal's son had done to the Amazons, Clark thought that maybe Diana's miscarriage had been a blessing in disguise. No way did he wish for them to be saddled with a devil child like Athos Kal-El.

After seeing Athos today, Clark wondered if Diana had had the same thought.

Then there was the sword fight. Even now, hours later, Clark still couldn't believe what he'd witnessed. The women were simply amazing. Amazing in a frightening kind of way. It wasn't until Clark watched Diana's swordsmanship that he realized the extent of her control and mastery over the weapon. When she'd fought Zod and Faora, she only burned the woman's face from the sword Zod had heated when Diana blocked his heat vision. She could've just as easily lopped off the Kryptonian's head. But she hadn't, sparing Faora's ungrateful life.

Clark knew, that in battle, it often took more strength of character to not kill a foe who wanted and was capable of killing you, than it was to hold onto your code of honor and not kill. Yet there were times, like when Clark fought and killed Doomsday, when your enemy's death was the only and best option left to you. The alternative far worse. It didn't make Clark feel better to admit to such a truth, but life wasn't as black-and-white as he used to believe it to be. There were endless shades of gray. And a wise person, like Diana, understood that heroes sometimes had to make the most difficult of decisions.

Clark began to smile. He comprehended Diana's decision to engage in a sword fight instead of using her Lasso of Truth. He rose onto his elbow, leaned over, and kissed Diana on the lips. She stirred but didn't wake. Clark kissed her again, rimming her lips with his exploring tongue. He did this until she let out a soft, sleepy moan and parted her lips. Taking advantage, he swept inside. Finding her mouth minty from the toothpaste she'd used after her bath.

Circling the inside of her mouth, Clark cradled her neck in his hand. Holding her close and tight for his seeking tongue.

On a ragged, needy moan, Diana melted into Clark. Her arms came up and wrapped around his shoulders. And she kissed him back. From the way Diana began to move against him, Clark knew he'd succeeded in both awaking and arousing her.

He pulled back from her lips.

Her eyes were barely open, heavy-lidded from sleep and desire. If he let her be, within seconds, Diana would fall back into a deep sleep.

Clark had no intention of letting her be. He palmed one of her breasts through the silk nightgown. Squeezed ever so softly, then began to tease her nipple. He leaned into Diana, pressing his body into the side of hers, hand plucking and playing.

Diana's eyes slid completely closed, back arching into his purposeful touch. Offering him more of her.

Clark accepted the silent invitation. Lowering his head, he tongued her nipple. The silk an inconsequential and erotic barrier to her tasty flesh. He tongued her nipple again, flicking it back and forth until it was hard and erect.

"Clark," Diana moaned on a succulent whimper.

He glanced up, trying to determine if she was fully awake. Her eyes were still closed, which could mean basically anything.

Clark turned his attention to her other breast, sucking it while he continued to toy with the other. He had settled himself between her legs, his chest on her pelvis, his mouth and hands teasing every inch of Diana's upper torso.

She squirmed under him, rubbing her quickly moistening sex against his muscled stomach. If he allowed it, Diana would come this way. As she'd done times before. But that wasn't what Clark wanted.

Clark worked the nightgown up and over Diana's head. And she still didn't open her eyes or truly stir.

Oh yeah, this was going to be fun.

While kissing and laving her stomach, Clark began to speak. "I get it now. Diana was full of rage and out of control. You wanted to give her an opportunity to not only burn off her fury in a way befitting an Amazon, especially a Queen of the Amazons, but to earn and fight for her self-control. The lasso would've compelled it, forced her to submit to its more powerful will. Her pride and honor were at stake. But, as you've told me before, there's no dishonor in losing, only in not giving your all in a battle."

Diana didn't reply, but Clark knew he was right. When Diana submitted, she was submitting as much to a superior combatant as she was submitting to herself.

Working his way down Diana's body, Clark felt like the cat that was about to get the cream.

He began with open-mouthed kisses to her inner thighs. Sucking and licking and biting his way from her right knee, up her thigh, across her stomach and down her left leg. Then the reverse order, going slower and slower with each trek. Moving closer to her center each time he kissed her stomach.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer.

Nudging her center with his nose, Clark couldn't wait any longer. Giving up control to his tongue, Clark basked in the sweetness that was Diana. No matter how many times Clark pleasured Diana in this way, he never got use to that first magical taste of her on his tongue. Her sleek wetness was like the ultimate sugar high. A rush of blood and need going straight to Clark's rock-hard, for-Diana-only erection.

He delved deeper. As deep as he could go. And when Diana moaned his name, her hands suddenly in his hair, her hips bucking upward, Clark knew Diana was officially awake.

"I-I thought we decided to wait."

If Diana had said that with more conviction, instead of on a pleased moan, while shifting his head where she most wanted him, Clark may have felt guilty about taking liberties while she slept. As it was, Clark was too busy claiming Diana's clit to give her token protest a second of thought. But, to make sure, Clark lifted his head and asked, "Do you want me to stop?"

Diana glared down at him. "Only if you want me to kill you."

Yeah, that was what he thought.

"Then lie back and let me work."

"Come closer first." She opened her arms, encouraging him to crawl up her body. Once face-to-face, Diana placed her hands on either side of his face and stared deeply into his eyes.

He knew what she was looking for, and he hoped fervently that she didn't find it.

She pulled his face even closer. He could hear the pounding of her heart, smell her arousal. But he also sensed her hesitation.

"What do you feel when you look at me?"

Ah, the same question she'd asked him a few hours ago. After the events with Athos and Diana of Mount Olympus, it seemed more like days.

"I feel lucky to have you in my life. I feel that, no matter what's thrown our way, we can overcome all, as long as we deal with it together."

He shifted his weight so that he was directly at her opening. Reaching between them, Clark took himself in hand and began to rub himself over wet lips and unhooded clitoris.

Diana's response was immediate. She closed her eyes and rocked into him.

"I'm still saddened by the loss of our baby, Diana," he said, not wanting this to be a matter of seduction but a mutual submission. "It wasn't until you told me about the miscarriage that I realized that I would someday love to become a father. I didn't think that was even an option for me, with my alien DNA."

Jeesh, he could hardly think. Diana felt so good. And hearing her moan his name and respond to what he was doing to her was ushering Clark swiftly to the edge.

He rubbed harder, faster. Just the firm tip up and down her clit. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.

What was he saying? Hell, he no longer knew. Something about becoming a father.

"Diana I …"

"Stop talking. I get it. Mmmmm. Yes, yes! Do that again. Oh, yes, that, that …"

Head thrown back and hands gripping and shredding the sheets, Diana's orgasm ripped through her. Her shuddering, quivering body felt unbelievable. Too good to let her down from the high. So Clark slipped his face between her legs again and began to devour her. Two fingers inside, while his mouth sucked and licked her clit.

She screamed louder, hips undulating as she demanded more.

More Clark gave her. Finding her g-spot with his fingers and stroking, stroking, stroking. Sending another shockwave through Diana. Her sobs of pleasure music to his ears.

And Clark really hoped that this bedroom was soundproof, like his Fortress at home. Otherwise, sitting across from a knowing Kal at the breakfast table would be more than a little awkward.

"Clark! Clark! Clark!"

That's all she kept saying. His name. Over and over. He liked that. Loved it in fact. Would do anything to keep her in this blissful, enraptured state. And, one day, when they were ready, if not a little older and wiser. They could sit down and talk about beginning a family. Because there was no one Clark would rather have as his wife and mother of his children than Diana of Themyscira. His personal Wonder Woman.

After her fifth orgasm, Clark finally gave into his body's need to be inside Diana. And what a heavenly place to be after so much preparation. He could pitch a tent and stay forever, so warm, wet, and welcoming was she.

But his body had a mind of its own. Delayed gratification making it difficult for Clark to do anything other than steamroll forward. Thrusting hard and fast and relentless. Shaking and moving the bed.

At some point, they were in the air. Diana's back against a wall, legs around Clark's waist. His hips grinding and thrusting, like a man on a sexual mission.

Diana yanked his head down to hers and kissed him with animalistic ferocity. The kiss was all-consuming. Her tongue plundering his mouth with desperate intensity. Her nails raking a path of uncontrolled desire down his back.

And Clark was coming. Like a god damn freight-train, he was coming. And there were no cool points to be had in the way Clark's entire body succumbed to the sheer satisfaction of being one with Diana again. Pulsing and convulsing and draining himself dry. Diana's name and caveman grunts reverberating through the bedchamber.

Then they were peeling themselves off the wall. Clark and Diana falling back to the bed—boneless and sated.

If he could walk and breathe come morning, Clark would dash to Wayne Manor and grab their overnight bags and be back before Diana was ready to shower and dress for the day.

Until then, well, Clark didn't want to think about anything else beyond Diana and this bed. He most certainly didn't want to think about one Athos Kal-El. That Doomsday freak of nature that could've been his and Diana's son. Their worst nightmare come to life.


TO BE CONTINUED