Chapter 37

That took me a while. Sorry guys!

Part I: Diana

Clark Kent has always been a hands on kind of guy. Literally.

You discovered that on the early stages of your relationship and that hasn't changed to this day. He's always had to keep his hands on you, whether it was on your on hands, or on your on hand, your shoulders or your waist.

Right now is a perfect example of it.

As you two lay on the couch, each of you reading a book, with you laying down with your head on Kal's lap, he has his hand that is not holding the book, under the neckline of your striped shirt, well, his striped shirt, cupping your naked breast.

"It's comfy," he told you the first time he did it and you had to agree. Funny thing of it is that it's not a sexual touch. Well, maybe a little.

His phone rings and with a sigh, he takes his hand from you to pick it up. Immediately the spot where his hand was gets cold.

"It's Barbara," he says before pressing the call button. "Ms. Minerva. What do I owe the pleasure?"

You chuckle and go back to reading your book.

"Yeah, sure. That sounds good. Let me check with Di. Babe?"

You are enthralled in your book so you don't hear him call out for you.

"Babee," he says again as he pokes you on your waist.

"Oh, sorry. What is it?"

"Barb wants to know if it's ok we meet for lunch somewhere near the museum on Wednesday?"

"Yeah, sure, it will be great," you smile sincerely. "I can't take more than an hour though. I've got those visitors from Shanghai arriving at 2."

.o.o.o.o.o.

Part II: Clark

You still can't believe how cool Diana is with meeting Barbara. You'd like to think you would be just as at ease were you meeting one of her exes but you'd be lying to yourself.

Truth is, the thought alone of another guy with his paws on your girl make your blood boil. Luckily, you won't have to dwell on the subject .

Since you cooked lunch, Diana is in charge of the dishes. Though you usually help each other, regardless if you had cooked or not, today you decide not to offer help. Instead, you sit on the couch and just watch her move around. As usual, she's put music on. "I don't do house chores without music. Music makes anything better," she'd told you the first time you asked her about it. She'd been right.

With your shirt on and a pair of boxers, she looks more feminine than if she had one of her fancy dresses on. The sight of her dressed down always brings up thoughts of you and her living in the farm, a couple of kids and a dog running around. You smile. You want every single thing in the world with her.

Unaware of your presence in the room, she calls out for you, rather loudly.

"Kal! What are- Oh!" She squeals when she seems you. "I thought you were in the bedroom."

Smiling, you shake your head. "Nope. Been here all along."

She frowns, making her way to you. "So you were creepily staring at my ass?"

"Not creepily." You wrap your arms around her waist as she wraps her own around your neck. "Just appreciating your assets."

She licks her lips, trying to hide a smile. "Is that what kids are calling it these days?"

"Don't know," you reply as you tug her closer. "Have I told you how much I love it when you were my clothes?"

"Several times, yes," Diana laughs. "Speaking of clothes, I was actually thinking about something that I wanted to ask you."

"Shoot."

"Why is it that men get crazy when they see women in lingerie but not with swimsuit." You frown. "See, when we go to the beach, men, well, most men, act normally around women in bikinis but with lingerie, men seem to lose it. Why? Sure, the fabric might be different but it does cover all the same parts." You raise an eyebrow. "What?" She asks.

"Where did that come from?"

"Well…" She trails off. "I have very random thoughts when I'm driving to and from work."

You laugh. "Ok, let me think."

She crosses her arms under her chest and even though she is no longer holding you, she is still settled in between your legs. She's waiting patiently, but you can tell she's doing her best not to push you. That's one of the things you love the most about Diana. Her neverending curiosity.

"Well, I think- My perspective, ok?" She nods. "Yes, both garments cover the same bits, but the thing is that- once again, what I think, crude as it may be, when I see you in your underwear, there is a 90% that I will be taking them off later. That doesn't apply to bikinis."

"That did apply to my bikinis when we took those vacations in Italy, remember?"

You smile like a fool when you remember the week you spent in the Amalfi Coast. No work, no friends, no family. Just you and her. Swimming, shopping, drinking, eating… Making love. You actually let out a giggle earning a chuckle from Diana.

"By the look on your face I don't even have to ask if you remember."

"Oh, I remember," you say as you wrap your arms tighter around her. "If those hotel room walls could talk…"

"We'd have to tear them apart," she says as you begin to kiss her neck.

"Brick by brick," you mumble against the skin of her neck.

When your mouths meet, you still taste lemon sorbet you had for dessert. Maybe you should get the rest of that pint and use it for other-

"Oh, for heaven's sake," Arthur groans from the front door, baby Art in his arms. He has his hand covering the baby boy's eyes, even if the baby is looking at another direction. Dramatic. Classic Arthur. "Get a room, you two."

Diana, looking over her shoulder, says "You do know this is our apartment, right?"

"So you keep saying," he mumbles as he heads to the stove. "Any leftovers?"

"Where's Mera, Arthur?" You ask impatiently.

He shrugs. "She's getting ready for girl's afternoon out."

"Oh, shit!" Diana exclaims, earning a complaint from Arthur.

"Hey! There are kids in the premises." The baby lets out an adorable giggle.

Hand in her forehead, Diana says "I had completely forgotten it. Mera is going to kill me."

You squeeze her waist. "Go get dressed before hurricane Mera arrives. I'll hang out with Wolf and the cub."

She kisses your lips quickly before running to the bedroom. Arthur, bummed out that the is no food left on the stove, seats beside you on the couch. AJ stretches his chubby arms towards you and you pick him up gladly.

"Sorry for interrupting you two."

"No, you're not."

Arthur chuckles. "No, I'm not."

AJ reaches for your face and with his tiny hand, couches your chin. He looks puzzled, maybe by the lack of beard on your face.

"Diana and Barbara are finally meeting."

Arthur's eyes widen when he realizes what you said. "Shiiiiiit."

You cover AJ's ears. "Hey. Language." The baby giggles.

"You sure you are ok with that, man? Introducing your girlfriend to your ex is not a very bright idea."

You answer him, but your eyes are glued to the baby in your arms. "Barb isn't just an ex. You know how important she is to me. She helped me become who I am."

"Be that as it may, CK, she is still your ask. I know Diana is evolved in every way possible, but be careful, ok? You just got her back."

"Wow," you say, truly surprised.

"What?"

"That was incredibly mature of you, Arthur. I'm impressed."

He punches your shoulder lightly. "Shut up."

"I am out," Diana announces as she enters the living room.

Clad in faded jeans and an oversized sweater, she looks breathtaking, even without makeup.

"You boys behave."

She kisses your lips before kissing AJ's hairy head and Arthur's cheek.

"Yes, ma'am," Arthur salutes.

"Enjoy your day at the spa, babe."

The apartment is silent, only AJ's baby talk filling the silence.

"So…" Arthur says. "Wanna catch a game?"

"Sure."

Arthur gets up and head to the door. "I'm gonna grab some beers and his bottle upstairs."

Once he's out the door, you and the baby look at each other.

"What do you say, bud? Wanna kick back and watch daddy yell at old football games? Yeah?"

When Arthur comes back, AJ is giggling as you blow raspberries on his neck.

"I created a monster," you friend says as he opens a cold one.

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