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(It occurs to me there are a couple of ways I can write the next scene. We have Clark and Karen pressed against each other having just kissed. I could do the extended tease. Have them all hot and steamy right up to the point where they are just about to … and then have one or both pull back.

Or I could cue the porno music. Just have them bang one out right there in the alley against the wall. This would involve just getting down and dirty and using words that you hear at a truck stop way more than I really feel like typing right now.

I could do a version of the old switcharoo. Have her slap him into next week and then they get into a knock down drag out. I think I might have already done that once in another story, but I'm not sure. I am sure I've had Clark get slapped before, probably in every story. That's the cool thing about using him as your main hero; he can pretty much take a slap from anyone. If Karen, Diana, or even Kara slap Bruce full force across the face, end of story. They would be picking pieces of his skull and teeth out of a wall several blocks away. You have to change the whole designation of the story type after that. I mean you can't keep it Romance if one of the main characters is missing a head.

A fight would be kind of cool right here, though.

Unfortunately, that's not where we're at in this story. This is where the sex scene comes in. Depending on how well the writing goes, I might even change the rating on this story from T to M. I think we can all agree a really hot sex scene right here would be great. Nothing vulgar, we're not animals after all, but tasteful and hot. Of course just because they have sex doesn't mean it has to be amazing. That's sort of a cliché too, isn't it? It seems like every character in every story has this amazing mind-blowing sex right off the bat, first time out

I'm pretty sure I've done that too in a couple of stories. It is fan fiction after all.

So if I wanted to break the mold and do something different, they should have really bad sex. Of course bad sex is in the eye of the beholder isn't it? One man's bad sex seems pretty good to someone else. I guess he could be a little quick on the trigger since it's been so long, but that really seems more like comedy than bad sex. I suppose I could combine the two. Something like:

"Ow," Clark suddenly groaned.

"What?' What's wrong?' Karen breathlessly asked.

"I missed," he replied, taking a step back from her and doubling over in pain.

"You what?" She said in confusion. "You missed? How could you miss?'

"Well you're kind of a moving target,' he offered, still smarting a bit. Karen turned and saw an indentation in the wall behind her.

"You missed? What the hell Clark? You missed?"

(Yeah, I guess that would work, but I sort of have a reputation of writing Clark as the perfect man, Mary Sue type character that every woman's in love with so I wouldn't want to change my trademark now, would I?

Maybe a fight isn't such a bad idea after all.

No, no, this is the perfect place for a sex scene. Emotions are running high, they're both a little confused and turned on, that says sex scene to me.

I guess I could introduce a bad guy instead. Maybe Solomon Grundy should show up at the end of the alley. The last chapter had Munday in the title, so it would seem like I had it all planned out that way. Of course that takes us right back to a fight scene. How many times has Superman beat up Grundy anyway? Like a thousand or so? It would be kind of anti-climatic if he fights him again, especially since Karen's with him. That wouldn't even really be fair to Grundy. I suppose I could use Toyman. I always like the idea of a foul-mouthed puppet in a story. Than again, I've sort of used that gag more than once, so it would be hard to come up with some new filthy things for him to say. He'd probably not attack but want to watch anyway.

Yeah, I think a sex scene is the way to go.

I could have people vote on what they want to see next. Of course that opens up a whole other can of worms. How do I make it so it's one person, one vote? In a previous story one individual reviewed 37 times asking for Batman and Mary Marvel to hook up. I'll admit that would be interesting in a strange way, but it might really derail this story. Besides in another story I gave two different endings and people wrote back that I'm the writer so I should just pick one and stick with it. Apparently the chose your adventure series has lost some of its popularity since I was a kid.

So we are going to have a sex scene and it's going to involve Karen and Clark. I'm the writer after all, so sex scene here we come.

(Just a side note, that wasn't supposed to be a pun, but it sort of sounds like one.)

How to do it though, that's sort of the question?

I could go all technical, try and show off that I've read some books and remember some stuff. Sort of something like:

Biological imperatives are the needs of all living organisms required to perpetuate their existence: to survive. Without them, a species quickly heads towards extinction. This is a universal truth throughout the galaxy since the beginning of time.

Clark and Karen looked so human it was easy to forget they weren't, even for them. What they were actually was something else. Karen was for all intense purposes the last adult female Kryptonian in the universe. Clark was the last adult male Kryptonian in the universe.

That they found themselves attracted to each other could be explained many ways. She was a beautiful woman and he was a handsome man. The more romantic of us might say what they felt for each other was destiny or fate, like a modern day Romeo and Juliet, except from another planet and different universes.

Perhaps, though, just perhaps, there was something else at work. Perhaps something far more basic to each of them, some genetic memory that was working on the DNA level. Maybe it could all be put down to simple biology. Humans are attracted to humans far more than any other species. Thanagarians are attracted to Thanagarians far more than any other species. Martians are attracted to Martians far more than any other species. Well you get the point, maybe; just maybe, Kryptonians are attracted to Kryptonians more than any other species.

Maybe what had caused their species to flourish before the destruction of their planet and the wiping out of pretty much all of them had been genetically encoded into each and every one of them since the beginning of time. Maybe those biological imperatives that were responsible for the success of every species on Earth were also present in Kryptonians. Maybe when they were close to each other, genetic triggers on an unconscious level kicked in. Pheromones, body language, chemical reactions on a cellular level were all happening without them even knowing it. Maybe some primitive call handed down from their ancestors remained and only when in the presence of another Kryptonian could it be heard. Maybe it was all simple biology.

(I suppose that could work. A little clinical, I'll admit, but it does sound like I know what I'm talking about. Sure another way of putting the same thing is these really advanced aliens have been living among us monkeys and they finally found each other. They find the idea of sex with each other much more appealing than sex with the rest of us monkeys. That's really not going to get a lot of Harlequin Blaze paperbacks jumping off the shelf though.)

(I could go minimal, that would be different.)

Clark kissed Karen. Again. They pulled each other's cloths off. They had sex. It was really amazing.

(The reader would have to, you know, fill in some of the blanks. Yeah, that would be a really, really short chapter. I could probably lengthen it a bit more.)

They had sex again. It was great the second time too.

(It would still be really short on details and of course, actual, well, words.)

(Now that I think about it, maybe it doesn't have to be completely different. Maybe it can just be about two people that find each other attractive and the moment is right. Maybe I can leave what it means and the implications for later. Maybe like real sex it's pretty much all about that moment. Maybe that would go something like:)

Clark was pressed against Karen as she leaned back against the wall. Emotions were running high in both of them. Love really wasn't at the top of the list. Anger, lust, confusion and desire were foremost as they looked at each other.

"I-I thought you didn't-didn't like me?" He couldn't help asking.

"I don't … want to,' she whispered.

He could feel her breath against his cheek. She was so close. Her lips looked so inviting. The way she was looking into his eyes as if she were waiting for him to make the next decision.

Slowly he leaned in and kissed her. She kissed him back; bringing her arms up to circle his neck and pull him in tighter. He could feel every inch of her body against his now. She could feel his excitement pressing against her stomach through the thin dress she was wearing.

One kiss led to another and another. Each seemed to increase the heat they were both feeling. Her mouth followed his as Clark parted his lips and without a thought their tongues entwined. His hands moved down to her slim waist and pulled her tighter against his body. Their lips danced over each other's, their tongues dueling. They couldn't seem to kiss each other hard enough, or deep enough or passionately enough. Her fingers ran through his hair, not gentle, almost angry to get him closer. He pressed her back hard against the wall in an almost punishing embrace.

"Karen, I want …" He stared to say, but she wasn't interested in talking. She captured his lips again. Her hands began to move down his body, slipping their way between their bodies. Her fingers found his belt and began to open his pants. There was no turning back in either of their minds. His fingers slipped under her thin dress. His thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties and began to ease them down. Karen gave a moan, as her fingers couldn't seem to get his pants undone fast enough. He managed to get her panties down to her thighs. Karen did the rest, letting them fall to her ankles. She finally had his pants open and they joined her panties in falling.

In one swift move, Clark lifted her up and Karen wrapped her legs around his waist. Holding her against the wall, he entered her. They both gasped at the sensation. The anger was still there, but lust was overwhelming both of them. Slowly she eased herself down taking him deeper and deeper into her body. He was completely inside her now and for a moment they were still, almost too afraid to move lest the sensations prove too much.

Tentatively he began to ease her back up, shuddering breathes coming from both their lips. He was almost all the way out, when she flipped her hips and took him all once again.

"Oh God!" She gasped, her arms tightly around his neck, their bodies now in motion. Clark leaned into her, kissing her hard as he began to catch her rhythm. They moved against each other, almost as if they wanted to get as close as possible. Words like tight and deep came to mind, but they were too into the moment to form them. Gasps, whimpers, groans and a series of inarticulate noises filled the alleyway.

This wasn't love; this was hot, angry sex. It was what they both wanted and needed from the other. Emotions that had been building all night came pouring out. Her legs were wrapped so tightly around his waist, almost as if she wanted to crush him between her thighs. He held her hard against the wall, his body leaning into her driving deeper again and again. His fingers dug into the concrete, bits of it showering down, but neither noticed.

She met his every thrust with one of her own, equaling him in their ferocity. When she kissed him it was as if they wanted to devour each other, but this only spurred them on to greater intensity.

Karen could feel her orgasm rushing through her. There was no thought of holding back. It seemed to shout to a need deep inside her. She wanted it, craved it, and needed it now. Beads of sweat glistened off her skin as she growled between her clinched teeth, her body imploring him for more. She wanted it faster, harder, hotter. She wanted him to climax with her, for both of them to explode at the same time.

Clark grunted, trying to hold off as long as possible, to make it last just a few moments more. The back of his shirt was ripped to shreds by her fingernails and soaked with his own perspiration. He could feel every inch of her body against his, moving, writhing, urging him on for more. Part of him wanted her to never forget this or him. He wanted her to know that the man she'd been avoiding and ignoring, the man she wanted nothing to do with, could make her feel this way.

Karen sped the pace up, feeling her orgasm picking up steam. She looked hard into his eyes and knew for as much as she might regret it later, she wanted this now. She wanted him. She wanted him to know even if he tried to, he wouldn't be able to ignore her after tonight. He might never see her again, but he wouldn't forget this no matter how hard he tried. She would be the one he would be forced to compare all others too after tonight.

And then neither could hold back any longer. He drove into her one last time. She pulled him to her wanting to feel him as deep inside her as possible. They both screamed and held each other impossibility tight, riding a wave of sensations. More bits and pieces of the wall showered down all around them as he held her hard against it.

That moment, they didn't know how long it lasted. It was as if everything went white before their eyes and they were in a world composed of just sensations.

And then it was over.

They slowly pulled apart, both weak in the knees, gasping for air. It took them several moments to find their voices. So many thoughts rushed through their brains and towards their lips. They each wanted to say so many things to the other.

Unfortunately the words that came first killed all the others.

"That was a mistake."