Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod!Ohmygod! Ohmygod!
Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod!Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod!
It was a long time before Flash could think coherently again. He was hiding himself in the training room – The Kitchen.
He didn't think that Superman and Wonder Woman had seen him. He'd almost interrupted their hot make-out session on the floor of the JLA satellite.
The floor of the JLA satellite! ...
Flash cut off his thoughts abruptly.
If they had noticed the red blur as he whizzed through the monitor room, if they had…
Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod!
The two heavy weights going at it hot and heavy on the floor of the JLA satellite. The floor of the JLA satellite! Oh, my God!
He had to stop repeating himself.
Get a grip on yourself, Wally!
If they had noticed him, both Superman and Wonder Woman would have been on his case. Mind-wiping him, possibly.
Oh, my God!
The images just wouldn't go away!
Wonder woman had been rolling about on the floor, half-naked, touching Superman, begging him to touch her, putting his hand on her. And Superman had been touching her all over. His hands and mouth had been every where.
Wally had taken one look in that shocked moment and instantly gyrated at super speed through the room. Why hadn't he thought of calling out before entering?
Oh, my God!
Dressing hurriedly as she jumped to her feet, Wonder Woman looked beyond Superman to the wall of glass separating the monitor room from the Council Room. It was deserted, but that didn't mean someone couldn't have walked by at any time.
The JLA satellite was accessible to all the Leaguers. And one or two were known for dropping in unannounced.
Green Lantern, for example. Or Flash, who was due to take over Monitor duty from her. So much for her professional reputation!
She wasn't into public exhibitionism. What had gotten into her?
Not Superman. But only because he had stopped. Sure, he'd been turned on – she'd felt him pulsing against her hip – but what man wouldn't be?
Mortification swept through her, and she dipped her head to hide the telltale flush. What she needed here was calm. Collection. Poise. Amazon training. She drew a deep breath and lifted her head.
Superman watched her steadily, looking way too calm and together, considering the circumstances. "You're doing it again."
"Doing what?"
He reached across and lowered her chin with one finger. "Closing your self off from me, Diana."
Wonder Woman lifted her chin instinctively. "You think I—"
She stopped, because he started laughing. "Would you care to share the joke?"
"There's no joke."
He moved closer to her.
Distracted by the amusement warming his eyes, and the way that made her heart thud loud and languorously against her ribs, she missed his intent. She didn't miss his kiss, hard and purposeful on her mouth. He took advantage of her surprise to sweep his tongue languidly against hers. The giddy rush of heat remained long after he released her mouth and rested his forehead against hers.
"Want to return to Clark's apartment?"
Suddenly Diana didn't want to go to a place that Lois had been to with Kal. She wanted no memories this first time.
"Can we go somewhere else?"
He ran a finger gently down the length of her nose, and she felt herself go into meltdown.
The look in his eyes told her that he understood.
"We can hardly check into a hotel can we? How would it look if we asked for a double room at the Marretts?"
"Themyscira House?"
It was his turn to say no.
They spoke again at the same time.
"Diana…"
"Kal…"
"Kal, you go first."
"Diana, there's an extension that I built to my Artic Fortress. I added it only last week. Let's go there?"
Wonder Woman smiled.
Ares scowled.
His lust for the Amazon Princess had not yet abated. And he still smarted from their last encounter.
He was not very popular currently with either the Amazons or their goddesses after his near rape of Diana. And after the way Diana had rebuffed him, Ares was determined to have his revenge.
Would she be the same in bed as her mother, he mused, reflecting back on his role in Queen Hippolyta's rape by Hercules.
The decree of the Moirae had allowed Diana to be courted by any male – god or mortal.. Ares had tried to use brute force with her, but hadn't succeeded.
It was time to use a different approach in this situation with the Princess of the Amazons.
Ares' scheme to kill her mortal husband had worked. It had been a simple matter to approach Hades and release the super-natural creatures. The mortal, Bruce, had seen them as manifestations of his own childish beliefs, schooled as he was in the modern Christian doctrine. Even the other Olympians had been taken in by the sheer daring and subtlety of the whole plot.
Only Zeus had known the truth. Ares knew that Zeus wanted to bed Diana. That was the only reason why Zeus had given his tacit blessing to his schemes. That and Zeus wanted to punish Hera for her interference.
But the death of Diana's husband hadn't had the desired result.
Ares had been angry to note the affection developing between the Amazon Princess and the alien being called Kal El and had known he needed to move fast.
He had convinced Morpehus to help him. To use the wraith known as Kern to help destroy this Kal El who held Diana's affection. Ares had worked on getting Kal El to destroy himself, would have succeeded too, if it hadn't been for Diana's meddlesome interference. And the egotistic Kern's admittance of his culpability.
Ares looked at the Princess and the alien flying toward the coldest spot in the world.
Watched as they entered the alien's hide out.
Watched as they held hands and smiled secretly at each other.
Watched as they whispered words to each other.
Seethed as the Princess raised her hand and gently stroked the alien's cheek.
Fumed as the alien captured the Princess's lips in a deep kiss.
Raged as they began to explore each other's bodies.