A/N: My dear readers, here is chapter one for you! Enjoy :)
A huge thanks to my betas Dragon166, and Astha22!
A very special thanks goes to Supesfan18 for the creative input in this story!
Disclaimer: My readers who have followed me, know that I choreograph most of the time the dances, in this chapter, however, I borrowed a dance from one of the most talented dancers in the world: Sofia Boutella! The dances and music belong to the one and only Madonna, my La Vierge!
1.
Strong arms were holding her.
Celeste turned around and glanced into the most beautiful cerulean eyes she had ever seen in her entire life.
Clark smiled. "We have to go back," he whispered softly. "The gala will start in just a little over two hours."
Celeste closed her eyes and snuggled even deeper into the red cape, wrapped around their bare bodies.
"Can't we stay here forever?" she asked sleepily.
He kissed her gently on the top of her head, resting on his shoulder.
"I would love to, but you have a very big responsibility at the fundraiser gala and I honestly wouldn't miss the chance to see you dance to a song of one of the biggest pop queens in the world, my love."
Celeste's heart accelerated as she thought of dancing to a song—live—performed by no other than La Vierge. She smiled as she knew how much Clark loved watching her dance. But what wouldn't she give up to stay just a little bit longer! Sitting up to face him, she kissed his soft lips and wrapped her legs firmly around his torso. It didn't take him long to response to her attempts to seduce him. Smiling, Celeste deepened the kiss, as he put his hands to her adorable butt cheeks and squeezed them. Celeste let out a moan of pleasure at his move and looked cheekily into his eyes as she felt him getting ready for her.
"Celeste...," he said breathlessly, his voice husky. "...We... really... have... to go!" Even though this was just the opposite of what he wanted to do right now.
She stopped and curled her bottom lip in frustration. Summoning all her will power, she slipped out of his arms and picked up her clothes, which were scattered over the tropical beach, as crystal clear waves of saltwater swapped over her bare feet.
"Promise me we will come back and end what we just have started," she said to her husband when they were both dressed properly.
Clark kissed her deeply. "Promise!" he said, cupping her into his arms and shooting up into the sky.
As Celeste watched the island vanishing underneath them, she couldn't help but smile. Not every couple in this world had the chance to spend an afternoon for a little romantic getaway on a beautiful island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean and she was well aware that this was very special and unique to their relationship.
The Daily Planet Fundraising Gala was completely sold out.
Most of the well and not so well known celebrities from all over the world attended to help the special cause to donate as much money as possible for the international organization Médecins Sans Frontières.
Celeste waited behind the stage for her performance. She couldn't believe it. Just a couple of months before, she had been contacted by no other than La Vierge herself to ask her if she would agree to dance to one of her songs especially created for this gala.
Clark was watching the show accompanied by Jimmy, Perry, Richard and Lois in the Daily Planet lodge, located just next to the stage.
A few minutes later, the room got dark and a spotlight was focused on a Mediterranean man. He walked up to the microphone and blew a strange shaped horn a couple of times. Then music started to play in an oriental rhythm, united with the man's native tongue. When he started to sing the lyrics, a huge cage appeared on the stage with Celeste curled up on the floor, covered with a light blue silky cape, which also covered her head.
Pictures of a desert and a red sun were projected behind the cage, making the whole scene appearing very surreal.
The man blew once more in the horn. When the music started to play to a completely different beat, Celeste got up into a kneeling position and waved her body to all sides and then rolling on the floor, forming a beautiful figure together with the cape she was wearing over her body.
The audience cheered when La Vierge slowly walked up to the stage. Together with the words to the song, Celeste danced still glued on the floor. After the Arabic singer had repeated the chorus together with La Vierge, Celeste jumped from the cage floor and held on the bars for the next couple of words. Then she jumped back on the floor and danced around, trying to break free from her prison. After a minute, she went into a kneeling position, reaching her hand out of the cage.
La Vierge went up to her and softly touched Celeste's hand. The front of the cage disappeared as if by magic.
Finally free, Celeste started to jump around the stage, forming beautiful figures with the cape. With the next chorus, she started spinning and spinning and spinning until the music stopped for a beat. La Vierge walked slowly up to the dancer and Celeste slipped out of the burden of the cape. Underneath, she was wearing an oriental light blue dress-shirt and trousers. La Vierge slowly touched Celeste's hand and grabbed the cape, looking longingly into the dancer's eyes. Now free, Celeste kneeled in front of the cage and tilted her head back, relieved.
When the music stopped another beat, Celeste got up and jumped in a big loop down the five stairs separating the main stage from an additional smaller stage, and positioned herself on her knees while slipping at least a couple of meters on the floor. In accordance with her dance, more pictures of the desert were projected. With her hand held up in the air, Celeste went into a split and within a second she was back onto her feet to dance to the beat. On the edge of the smaller stage, she got once more into the kneeling position and tilted her head back. Her beautiful, unbridled, blonde corkscrew curls almost touched the floor with this move, until the incredible light effects swallowed her and she finally vanished under the stage.
When the music relapsed into silence, the audience went absolutely ballistic. Every single viewer went up from their chair and applauded the amazing performance.
Celeste had felt like magic to their eyes and had pulled at their heartstrings with her moves, with her unbelievable energy, and freedom of movement.
Up in the lodge, Lois took Clark's hand and whispered into his ear. "Celeste is absolutely amazing. She really dances like a goddess," she said, stunned.
He turned his head and nodded. "I know," he confirmed with a big, proud smile on his face as La Vierge exited the stage.
A couple of minutes later, the two performers appeared again in front of the fundraising guests.
Celeste, now dressed in a skin-tight light-purple suit with white stripes of pearls across her top, took the microphone and cheered the crowd, which was chanting for an encore.
"It is our honor to represent the Save Motherhood Initiative today," she started her speech. "My interest in this project is keen—ever more so due to the fact that my mother has been a midwife for more than 30 years. In the 1990s, a series of global conferences organized by the United Nations identified maternal mortality and morbidity as an urgent public health priority, and mobilized international commitment to address the problem. Governments from around the world pledged to ensure access to a range of high-quality, affordable reproductive health services, including safe motherhood and family planning, particularly to vulnerable and developing populations. La Vierge and I have choreographed the last performance and we would like to acknowledge that it is not our intent to judge different beliefs, opinions and customs. We want, however, to create an awareness about the fact that not everybody in this world has the privilege to have excellent health care and ready access to it. Governments around the world have agreed to support the Save Motherhood Initiative in this endeavor to make sure that by the year 2015 the maternal mortality and morbidity is cut by half around the world. To give a positive example and to support this goal, La Vierge and I have spent our entire paycheck today to the Save Motherhood Initiative," Celeste stated as the whole auditorium applauded. After a few minutes, she resumed speaking. "La Vierge and I am ready to perform an encore if this helps to make you all even more relaxed—and spend more of your money for this good cause. We will also participate in an auction where we both are available for dinner tonight for the person who donates the most," she said cheekily and smiled. "Thank you very much for your support!"
After the two women had exited the stage, the light switched to a dark blue mystic color. Slowly, La Vierge and Celeste entered the stage again and went into their positions.
The music started to play and the two women circled with their hips to the beat. Jimmy, who somehow felt like in a deja vu, turned to Clark and looked at him, puzzled. The man sitting next to him just shrugged, as he had not idea what would come next. Celeste hadn't given anything away about a second dance.
Alexander, Celeste's former dancing partner, walked up to the stage and embraced the young ballet dancer from behind. When La Vierge started to sing, they circled their hips to the beat of the music. Celeste put her right arm up and pulled Alexander's head down to her cleavage as he softly ran his hands over her body. With the next move, he kissed her throat and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs slowly around him and Alexander bent his knees forward for a few beats to lift Celeste up over his head, spinning over the stage the next minute. On the other side he caught her again, caressing her and bending her body back. When she was in her initial position, he swirled her around him. They then started to dance as four other dancers appeared with them on the stage, dancing in unison with Celeste and Alexander. After the next chorus, Alexander lifted Celeste once more over his head and carried her to the other side of the stage. There, the young ballet dancer held on to her dancing partner as he knelt in front of her. When he got up again they joined the other dancers to continue to dance in unison. With the last chorus, La Vierge joined them too and when the music relapsed into silence, the crowd applauded and cheered the dancers as the curtain closed.
Jimmy looked at Clark and smiled widely. "I could swear I've seen something similar before." Clark just smiled back and excused himself.
Ten minutes Later, Clark was standing in front of Celeste's changing room, knocking, and entering after she had asked him to come in. There she was, standing only dressed in her black lace underwear. When she saw him, she jumped into his arms and kissed him passionately.
"Put your hands all over my body?" he repeated the lyrics of the second La Vierge song, raising an eyebrow.
She just bit her lower lip as she hadn't told him about the second performance and that Alexander would dance with her.
"It was very risqué to choreograph a performance such as that for a fundraiser gala like this!" Clark stated with feigned shock and hurt.
Celeste kissed him again. When they both tried to get some air, she smiled cheekily and wrapped her legs around him. "Tell me, what can I do? I'm so in love with you. You thrill me, surround me, you fill me; you put me in a trance... ," she whispered and caught his face to deepen her kiss.
Clark turned around and they both collapsed on the wall. He put one of his hands to her butt and squeezed it. Celeste couldn't help but moan. Clark let out a long sigh, his desire for her on a sky-high level. He put his other hand on her spine to unhook her black lace bra. When the fabric slowly slipped down her arms, he lowered his head and started to kiss her neck. Celeste tilted her head back to give him better access to her special spot, which usually melted her away in only seconds. She felt millions of butterflies flattering through her body when he started to suck on it.
"I'd like to put you in a trance!" he whispered into her ear, hooking his fingers into her panties and helping her out of them.
They just stopped long enough for him to get out of his clothes, too. When they were back into their initial position, Clark couldn't wait any longer. The woman in his arms made him crazy. He wanted to be close to her and fill her with all of his very being. Celeste let out a scream of passion when he started to make love to her. Slowly, she moved her hips in accordance to his thrusts as she looked deep into his eyes. It didn't took them long to fall over the edge.
After their climax, they both collapsed into each other's arms. Still on the high of the aftermath, Celeste kissed her husband passionately. "Have I ever told you why the Australian version of Romeo and Juliet was a scandal?"
He just smiled and brushed one of her locks behind her ear. "No you didn't," he realized. "But I read it all up for myself at the archive of the online edition of the Sydney Morning Herald," he explained to her as he brushed his lips over her exposed breasts. Celeste wasn't ready to let him go. She lifted his chin and kissed him, when a knock on the door made them jump.
Without even waiting for a response of the people in the room, the door opened and a brunette man stuck his head in.
"Wow, still the lovebirds you two, aren't you?" Mathieu realized, arching his left eyebrow with a cheeky smile on his face, when he saw them both pinned to the wall.
Clark had somehow managed to put on his trousers and dress shirt and held up a robe for his wife, with a big smile on his face, making sure that her naked body wasn't exposed to the uninvited visitor.
Celeste couldn't believe it, as a split second ago they had still been naked and practically made love. She cupped his chin and kissed him deeply. "Clark Kent, you never fail to surprise me!" she said, smiling lovingly.
Turning around, she looked at Mathieu with a happy smile. She hadn't had any contact with her ex-lover and now best friend for more than ten months. With the help of her husband, she slipped down the wall, put on the robe and walked up to Mathieu to hug him tightly.
"Mathieu," she said. "I'm so glad to see you! Even though your timing could have been a bit better," she pointed out as she blushed.
"Hi sweetheart!" he said, looking into her eyes. "Well as you know my timing is never perfect. Seriously, how do you do that?" he tried to change the topic to not embarrass his two friends any more. "Every time when I think you can't get any better in your dancing, you prove me wrong and you absolutely blow me away."
Celeste blushed even more at his statement.
"She is just amazing," Clark realized. "Hi Mathieu, long time no see. But seriously, could you please stop stumbling into our… er…intimate encounters?" He greeted his friend with a big grin.
"I'm sorry. I just can't help myself," Mathieu nodded to him and looked at his wristwatch. "To be honest, I didn't want to interrupt you lovebirds in any way, but I was sent to get you sweetheart. The auction will be on in ten minutes."
Putting her hand to her mouth, Celeste realized that she had to hurry to be back at the gala in time. Placing another kiss on her husband's lips, she picked up his jacket and bow-tie, and shoved him and Mathieu out of her dressing room.
Outside, Mathieu formed a wide grin on his face. "Human men only think with a tiny little part of their brain, huh?" he reminded Clark of a conversation they both had had almost two years ago.
The man in front of him blushed crimson and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Well, I didn't say I'm not enjoying it," he replied with a smirk.
"I know," Mathieu said, smiling. "Clark, Oliver wants to talk to you in private after the auction," the Australian pilot revealed the real reason why he had come to Celeste's dressing room.
The man in front of him just nodded with a very concerned expression on his face. Usually, the team of superheroes tried to avoid being seen in public in their every day alter egos. Oliver asking for a meeting with Clark at the gala was a sign for him to really worry!