Superman had been strategically flying around the world, low, slow and where he could be seen. He stopped when necessary, but mostly did it to make people feel safe.

After doing so for several hours he returned home to his Metropolis apartment, where his girlfriend Diana was fast asleep. She had been asleep when he left too. Oh well. He shrugged and went into the shower.

He took his Bluetooth speaker into the shower with him, and played it with no regard for the sleeping woman in the next room. He hoped to wake her up, but no. When he exited the bathroom she was still out like a light.

As a super powered Kryptonian, he didn't need as much sleep as a human did, and apparently not as much as an Olympian demigoddess either, but it was time for her to be awake. He was bored, but still in a good mood. They didn't have any plans for the day so he needed some entertainment. He got the idea to stand up on the rail at the foot of the bed.

Taking advantage of his vaulted ceilings and power of flight, he jumped forward, and backflipped in the air landing directly on her, chest first.

Diana thrashed awake with a yelp, ready for anything before she quickly realized it was Clark on top of her. "What are you doing?"

"I just wanted you to know I love you." He said with a wide smile on his face.

Diana was highly confused, it was highly irregular for Clark to randomly tell her he loves her, and even more strange for him to wake her up like that. "What did you just do?"

"It's called a shooting star press. It's a prof..."

"A wrestling move, I know." She interrupted him. "What time is it?"

"Time to say I love you."

"Get off me man!"

Clark rolled off of her, allowing her to get her phone to look at the clock. 5:32, 28 minutes before she planned to get up anyway.

"You want something to eat?" He asked.

"Sure."

"You stay here, I'll go get something." He said, floating off the bed and into the closet. A few seconds later he was dressed and headed out the door.

Diana snuggled back into bed, but she was wide awake now. Mostly just confused at what just happened.

20 minutes later, she heard the door open and close.

"I got coffee." He called from the kitchen.

The word coffee brought Diana out of bed and into the kitchen where she found him setting plates on the counter in front of the barstools.

Next to one plate was a large clear plastic cup full of orange juice, but her whole focus was on the insulated paper cup next to it.

"2 cream, no sugar."

She reached for the cup and took a sip. "Hmm. I love you."

"Oh now you say it." He complained while placing a large foil tube on her plate.

"What is that?"

"The extra fat ass breakfast burrito." He put another one on his plate too.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, they're all called the fat ass, but this is the extra fat ass."

"Why extra?"

"It's just bigger. Basically it's a breakfast sampler platter in a burrito."

He passed her a knife so she could cut hers in half. She spied sausage, bacon, ham, onions, cheese, both scrambled and runny eggs with fried potatoes. It smelled really good. And tasted even better.

"Mmm. This is really good. Did you get the same thing?"

"Yeah."

"Is this place nearby?" She asked.

"No. It's in North Carolina."

"How do you have time to rescue anyone when you're just looking for restaurants?"

"I once rescued a woman in the restaurant."

She paused to look at him for a moment. "That makes sense."

After eating, Clark cleared the counter while Diana buried herself into her phone. Seemingly every day she had dozens of emails and messages to respond to. And early in the morning was the best time for her to do so. She had relatively few today, and technically didn't have to answer them, but she did begin responding to those that needed immediate responses or scheduling for later.

She was walking back towards the bedroom when Clark smacked her on the butt. Hard enough that she dropped the phone.

She turned around to see Clark with a satisfied grin on his face.

"I had an uncontrollable urge to see your booty jiggle." He said.

"Really? Did you enjoy that?"

"I did."

She eyed him narrowly as she returned to the bedroom where she planned to shower. She wondered if this was going to be a problem. The wrestling move was unusual for him as was the ass slap. While he touched her butt quite frequently, he was more of a squeeze type of guy. What was he on today? Would the shenanigans continue?

He didn't follow her into the bedroom nor did he do anything while she undressed, but he could always be watching.

By the end of her shower she forgot all about it, she could hear him in the living room as she toweled off. Figuring all was normal she tossed her towel into the hamper and reached for her panties, but it only took a second and there he was. The panties were smacked out of her hand and she found herself being hugged from behind. He thrust into her to make sure she felt everything.

"I had a premonition." He whispered in her ear. "That if I didn't feel your cakes jiggle against me the entire world would collapse."

"Did I prevent it?"

Before answering, he squeezed her breasts. "Yes."

"Is there a reason you're being like this today? You seem extra."

"Really? I didn't notice."

"I'm sure you didn't."

"What are you going to wear today?"

"I hadn't decided."

"Wear this." He reached into the hanging closet rack she kept most of her clothes in, and pulled out a navy blue with white flower printed sundress.

Diana examined the dress, it was one of his favorites, which is why she kept it here. But not so practical for November in Metropolis, so she wouldn't wear it outside. It had a deep v to show off her cleavage, which was why he liked it.

She debated if she should, since he was being extra today but ultimately decided to humor him. Maybe he had some grand day in the house for her planned out. Either that or he was just going to slap her ass and squeeze her boobs all day.

When she took the dress Clark backed off. "But before I go, shake it for me one time."

Diana obliged him by jumping up off the floor just an inch or so so her butt shook for him. He then gave her cheeks a squeeze then he left the room.

She put on her dress and a pair of slippers before looking around the room, was there any Red Kryptonite in here that was making him act like this? He could be handsy when he wanted to be, but usually he was a bit more direct with his actions when he was horny. She mentally prepared herself for anything. In fact, she was prepared to take care of him if necessary. A kiss or a lick here or there might preemptively shut down whatever he was doing.

But then again, it might be an extra sexy day. So for now she would let him test her limits.

When she returned to the living room Clark was laying on the couch dividing his attention from the sports update show on tv and his phone.

She sat on the chair and too scrolled her phone, diving into the hole that was social media, TikTok's and Reels were actually a good way to get a grasp on what was happening outside her purview. On top of that she enjoyed the shenanigans that people got themselves into from time to time.

She briefly wondered what might happen if Superman and Wonder Woman got on one of these platforms and joined into the fray. But getting Clark to get in front of a camera and dance was simply not going to happen. Despite the fact that he was actually a good dancer. He knew a couple different styles, from Detroit Ballroom, Merengue and her personal favorite, lapdancing. Nor would he do silly pranks and jokes, not on camera at least. He'd been extra silly all morning. She wondered what he had planned next. She could see him over there, he was pretending to be watching tv. But she knew he was plotting.

When he suddenly stood up and crossed the room she was ready for anything, but he just went to the bathroom. Nothing out of the ordinary, although she did briefly wonder if he washed his hands for longer than normal, but that may have just been in her head.

When he returned, he stopped in front of her and pushed her hair to the side, and leaned down to kiss her neck. Which was fine, nothing wrong with a neck kiss. He was a little extra lovey today anyway so this seemed pretty normal. Except for the fact that before he went back to his chair, he licked the whole left side of her face.

While she wasn't grossed out, she didn't particularly like it. "What are you doing?"

"What?" He said as if he hadn't done anything out of the ordinary.

"Was it really necessary to lick me?"

"I lick you all the time." he shrugged.

"Not on my… You know what nevermind." She got up and washed her face, then came back. But Clark was standing in front of her chair, in the defensive posture of a basketball player.

"What are you doing?"

"You can't cross me, can't euro step, and you damn sure ain't got no J. You locked up, no hoop dreams."

She tried to walk around him, but he shimmied to the side to keep her in front of him and block her path.

"Traveling on the Amazon!"

"What is happening right now?" She asked aloud.

"Take it to the rack!" He shouted.

As annoyed as ever, she pretended to dribble a basketball she then turned around and put her body into him like a post player and backed him down, and spun around so she could get back in the chair.

"Two points." She said.

"See that wasn't so hard." he shrugged and sat back down.

"What are you on today?"

He didn't answer, he just went back to his phone. And after several minutes of quiet, she did too. Eventually she dozed off to sleep.

The next thing she knew she was being yanked up by her arm, and pulled into the bedroom. Once there he bent her over at the waist and out her head between his legs, he reached around her waist and flipped her up over his head. Another wrestling move was coming. He powerbombed her onto the bed.

He then lifted one leg up to pin her and smacked the bed 3 times to seal the pin fall.

"What are you doing man?"

"Jackknife power bomb."

"I know that!" She was getting more irritated now. "Why are you doing this today?"

Once again he didn't answer, he just dove on top of her and mashed his face into her breasts and motorboated her. He then flipped her over on top of him and he took the opportunity to massage her butt.

"Is that it? Are you horny?"

"No more than usual."

"Will that do it? Will you stop acting like this if I have sex with you?"

"Sure." He said a little too casually.

She turned her head to get a good look at him. "Why don't I believe you?"

"I may or may not be lying."

"So I'm just stuck with you like this?"

"Basically."

"Get off me then." She slapped his hands away and jumped off the bed floating in the air above him.

"You always have to hate on my visions." He said.

"What? That's not true at all."

Clark pulled his phone out of his pocket, then stuck his tongue out at her then turned around. She just left. She picked up her phone and left the whole apartment. She flew back to her place figuring to just give him some space to be by himself.

She poured herself a glass of water and sat down in her favorite chair but instantly detected she wasn't alone. Clark had followed her and was standing in front of her. He had the same full access to her place as she did his, but he was pushing it today.

"Where are your clothes?"

He looked down at himself. "Oh look at that, I must've lost them on the way here. I flew kinda fast."

"What do you want, man?"

"You left me, I don't want to be alone."

"You don't have to be alone, just be still. You've been bothering me all day for what?"

"So me showing you I love you is bothering you?" He feigned hurt.

"That's you showing love? I guess butt touching and motorboating is pretty normal, but the wrestling moves and the basketball, what's up with that?"

"I just wanna be appreciated." He complained, and flopped onto the sofa.

"Hey! Get your dirty butt off my couch."

"My butt isn't dirty."

"Get off my couch!"

"It's not dirty, wanna smell it?"

"Clark, get off of my couch!" She got up and yanked his arm this time. "Go put on some shorts."

This was quite unlike him, between the two of them she was far more likely to walk around the house naked. He pretty much never left the bedroom without pants. If he weren't acting so strange she might think it sexy.

She pulled on his arm again, but he resisted. And when she loosened up he took her arm and twirled her into a dance move.

She reflexively started dancing with him, they were fairly well practiced with dancing. There were a number of times over the years when Clark Kent needed a date for an event, where there was dancing. The tall nerdy looking couple killing the dance floor always turned heads. They did about 8 steps until Diana found her chance to get a little revenge. She broke off on a turn and smacked him on the butt.

He jumped back "Hey, hey, hey! Don't do that!"

"What? You've been slapping my ass all day, it's time for your booty to jiggle."

"No! Never that."

"Well then put some shorts on!"

"Nah. I like it better like this." He started twisting his torso, swinging himself back and forth.

Diana looked down, because of course she was going to look down. She always found herself slightly mesmerized when he did this.

"You see something you like?"

That broke the spell. "I can't win with you today." She threw her arms up in exasperation.

"Oh now it's a problem. I specifically remember you saying 'Clark open up more, you have nothing to be ashamed of, I like you au natural. Our bodies are beautiful and meant to be seen by each other."

"Man, that was like 3 years ago! First of all I was probably just horny when I said that. But secondly, since then I've come to accept your definition of comfort. So when you completely switch that up, on a day you're acting weird anyway, I'm a little concerned."

"Concerned about what? Have you ever stopped to consider that maybe I'm just happy?"

Diana paused, and gave him a skeptical look before scanning him up and down several times. So she made a decision. She pulled her dress off, and threw it on the floor before tossing her panties at him which landed on his head, but he didn't swipe them off.

"How happy are you now?"

"Up to 11."

"Good, I'm happy for you. We're a happy naked couple now. Just don't sit on my couch. Go get us some towels, lay one down, you can sit wherever you want."

"Question: Why is it I can sleep in your bed butt ass naked but on the couch suddenly I'm dirty?"

"Clark, go get a damn towel!" She was extra serious this time.

He picked up her dress on his way out, and also tossed the panties from his head onto the floor in her bedroom. He got some big bath towels from the linen closet and returned.

While he was laying his towel out on the sofa Diana decided to take advantage of him being bent over. So she grabbed his hips and gave him a thrust from behind. He'd really hate that.

Before she could even blink he jumped on her and pinned her to the floor.

"What did I tell you about that?" He got in her face.

"Oh gods." She exclaimed while laughing. She was not expecting to be tossed to the floor quite that aggressively.

"See now I have to punish you."

"Oh no." She said sarcastically.

He pinned her arms to the floor above her head, and hovered over her.

"I've been a bad girl, how exactly are you going to punish me?" She asked.

He considered his options for a moment. Her 'bad girl' statement was a pretty clear invitation for sex, one that he was probably going to take her up on at some point but he needed to keep the pressure on her. He'd taken the shenanigans this far, he needed to see them through.

So he popped up, and grabbed her feet, and stepped through one of them, then hooked the other one over. And went back down putting her in a figure 4 leg lock.

"How is this my life right now?" She asked out loud.

"Because that's what happens when you step into the ring with the Krazed Kryptonian! You're in for a world of pain!" He said like a wrestler cutting a promo.

Apparently the only way out of this was for her to climb into the crevasse and come out the other side. While she hadn't watched wrestling since childhood like he had, she was a special guest referee for the women's title at a big pay per a few event a few years back. So she knew enough.

"But the Amazing Amazon breaks the hold." She announced, and got up to her feet, in a traditional wrestling stance. She then went for his leg to take him to the floor.

After that though she went to a more traditional wrestling, which she was far more familiar with. At that point it became an outright wrestling match, in which neither had an outright advantage. In close quarters, Clark had pure strength over her, but she was simply more adept at not only wrestling but fighting in general.

After several minutes of struggle, Clark realized he had lost control of the situation, Diana became the aggressor now, and he was just barely keeping himself moving. She was heated, and he narrowly avoided an armbar that may have dislocated his shoulder. It was time to end this. He stood up, and called it.

"Alright I see I've gone too far."

Diana didn't care, she jumped up and threw her legs around his head for a flying triangle choke, she wrapped her legs around his head and pulled him to the floor. He was done for now, her legs were locked. The effort it would take to get her off of him might damage the apartment, or the block.

He squeezed her butt one last time, then he tapped out on it. "Alright I give up."

"Not that easy." She said, not releasing her hold. "What are you on today? Do I need to bring out the lasso?"

"I was just bored, and I can see I crossed the line."

"Boredom? That's all it was? You got naked and jumped all over me because you were bored? Why don't I believe you?"

"Because it's only partially true."

"Why didn't you just ask?"

"Where's the fun in that?"

"It wasn't fun for me at all. But you can make up for it right now. There's a job for Superman literally in your face. Do that thing I like and I'll forget the whole thing."

Clark obliged, and then Diana reciprocated. And after a few rounds of vigorous lovemaking they came up for air.

"I need food." She said, standing to go clean herself up and get dressed.

"That sounds pretty good." He grumbled, not moving from his place on the living room floor.

It only took about 20 minutes for Diana to return. Finding that Clark hadn't moved, and was fast asleep.

Diana eyed him on the floor like that. She walked up to him and jumped in the email to deliver an elbow drop directly to his chest. But at the last second she stopped herself and floated back up and to her feet.

"It would've been so easy." She whispered before retreating to the kitchen.