Author's note: This is easily the most adult chapter to date, though it does not contain full-on smut because I don't think it would fit right in this story. But anyways, you have been warned. (And yes, I did up the rating just to be safe).

"Wow." Lucas commented out loud as he took in the huge, modern penthouse.

"Sorry, I haven't had the time to decorate it." Wednesday apologized as she peeled off her mask and carelessly tossed it aside. "Man, that thing is hard on my skin." She complained. Lucas nodded knowingly.

"You get used to it after a while. Have you gotten the reverse raccoon eyes rash, yet?" He asked before sitting down on one of the sofas in the living room.

"Yes." She groaned as she walked into what Lucas assumed was the kitchen. "I'm actually surprised they work so well. That thing barely covers my eyes." Wednesday said from the room.

"People aren't nearly as intelligent as they're given credit for." Lucas explained, and she entered with two bottles of water, handing one to him. "Thanks." Wednesday nodded.

"I think it really comes down to people seeing what they want." She sat down next to him. "I'm sure at least one person has looked at you out of your suit, recognized the facial similarities, and then simply denied it because they actually don't want to believe that you can be normal." Lucas nodded at her rationalization and stared at the untouched water bottles.

"So you wanted to see me as Lucas at the party?" He asked.

"Of course. To see your enemy for what they truly are, is to see their every weakness." The man sighed at Wednesday's intelligent, but cold response. In a way, that same description could be hastily given to the girl herself.

"My weakness is that I do not use contractions." He half-heartedly joked. Wednesday realized she'd probably hurt his feelings and sighed.

"Also, I like you a lot more than this other guy." She admitted, and slowly reached towards his face. Lucas couldn't stop himself from letting out a minuscule gasp when her finger touched his cheek just below where the still-present mask ended. She gently peeled away the piece of black rubber and smiled genuinely. "Much better." Just as she was going for the kiss, Lucas leaned in and beat her to it, molding his lips to hers, and bringing his hands up to the back of her head.

If some people felt a spark when they kissed the one they loved, then Wednesday and Lucas were feeling ten-thousand volts of electricity coursing though their bodies, conducted by their own positive and negative charges meeting at the joining of their mouths. They both occasionally broke away for fractions of a second to get much-needed air, but they always came right back, exploring each other's mouths and finding the places that made them tick.

Wednesday managed to reach around to Lucas' upper back, and felt around for the Lux suit's zipper. He realized what she was trying to do, and reached around to assist her, never once breaking the kiss in the process. Wednesday yanked the suit down to his waist, cursing the stretchy material for making this difficult. Lucas used the opportunity of being naked from the waist up as an excuse to yank at Wednesday's cape, smiling when it snapped off without ripping. He broke away for just a moment to carelessly toss it aside, and then resumed sucking face with Wednesday.

At some point, he began to question if this was what he wanted, if it was moving too fast, and he knew he could stop if he had to. But these thoughts immediately vanished when he let himself give in to his inner desire to be with someone who could truly understand him, who cared about Lucas, not Lux. Even if Wednesday's hands were admittedly a little cold, she made him feel warm all over with every touch, and he knew this wasn't a mistake.

The two stood, still intertwined, and Lucas lifted Wednesday off her feet, levitating just above the floor.

"Bedroom." Wednesday whispered, and Lucas wasted no time in flying in what was the most likely direction of the bedroom, given the locations of the kitchen and living room. He zoomed through the correct open door, and landed on top of Wednesday on the king-sized bed, reaching around for her zipper and kissing her neck simultaneously.

"Wait!" She stopped him, and pushed him an inch or two away. She lowered her eyebrows and smirked. "Is it true you have x-ray vision?" She whispered. Lucas fought the urge to laugh as he slid off the bed and stood up. The glow emitted from his eyes for half a second before it turned off and he smiled.

"Postaxial polydactyl. Sexy." He commented, and Wednesday instinctively looked at her boot-clad right foot.

"You looked at my feet?" She asked in disbelief.

"It's the only thing out of the ordinary in your skeleton." Lucas admitted defensively and plopped down on the bed next to her.

"So you can't see under my clothes?" Wednesday confirmed, and he nodded. She kicked off her boots and turned to him.

"Well, okay then." She stood in front of the bed and turned her back to him. "I guess you'll just have to undress me." She whispered in the biggest fail of a seductive voice Lucas had ever heard. He desperately wanted to giggle, but the task at hand was no laughing matter. The man tentatively stood up again and reached out a shaky hand, going through Wednesday's cascading black hair to the zipper of her catsuit.

Realizing that he was no longer appreciating the anticipation, he furrowed his brow and jerked it down with one swift motion, exposing the back of Wednesday's lacy black bra, and more of her pale skin. Lucas ran his hand down her spine, causing her to gasp, then spun her around to face him. She pulled his head down to bring her lips to his, and tackled him onto the bed, tugging at his hair, and thanking Charles that there wasn't a half-bottle of gel in it.

Dalia finished putting her hair up into two high pigtails, and stepped away from the broken mirror to look at herself. Aside from the blue lines(which Ultra assured her, weren't that noticeable), she thought she definitely looked better than before, which was good considering that Ultraman had said he was once attractive.

Using the stuff Ultra had stolen for her from the Buckman building and various department stores, she'd managed to make herself a nice little ensemble of purple spandex booty shorts, silver stilettos, and a silver shirt outfitted with pockets made of Buckman's latest bulletproof material and an M for Magnificent.

She'd decided to fill the pockets with Buckman Inc.'s latest explosives, which supposedly proved that she and Carson(as Ultraman had told her only she was allowed to call him) weren't the only military-grade weapons coming out of that place. She supposed this also explained the "flyers" he had helped weld to the bottoms of her shoes.

Dalia had grown quite attached to Carson in the few hours that she'd known him. Once they'd gotten past the whole 'I gave you superpowers by force' thing, he'd turned out to be really sweet, and he loved the suit she'd made for him. It was rather easy to make since nothing was out of her reach anymore.

"You look stunning." Dalia heard Carson purr from the doorway of her room. She smiled and turned around.

"As do you, Ultraman." The girl stretched out her arm across the room to run her hand through Carson's now gray-streaked hair.

"All thanks to you, my sweet." He looked down once more at the white and dark gray suit that showed off his bulging muscles. He'd originally worried it resembled the one worn by Lux, aside from the color differences, but Dalia had assured him that he looked much better, especially considering the lack of a redundant mask.

Logically, Carson knew he couldn't really feel that way after a few hours, but Charles, he loved everything about this woman. He pulled in Dalia's stretched arm like a rope, and eventually could hug her to him. She rested her head on his shoulder, and he remembered what he'd came to do. Ultraman pulled himself away from Dalia and brought forth the messenger bag he'd had on his shoulder.

"Ooo, more presents?" Dalia asked eagerly as he reached into the bag and produced a beautiful, one-hundred percent real, diamond tiara.

"I was out looking for anything else we may need, and I came across this beauty in a shop on the upper east side." Carson placed it on her head and smiled. "It's as if it were made for you, my lady." He complimented, and lightly pecked her lips, relieved that the serum in her blood kept him from wanting to eat her- in the literal sense.

"So, when we take over, I'm going to be the lady to your overlord?" She asked with a giant grin on her face.

"But of course, Lady Magnificent." Carson crooned and kissed her again. Dalia sighed into his lips.

"I know you have something else to say." She said, and he looked down. "Come on, you know you can tell me anything." The lady pried.

"There's trouble afoot, Dalia." Ultraman admitted deeply, and Dalia had to not swoon at how sexy he was when he was mysterious.

"You and I can fight anything." She reassured him, and he nodded.

"Even so, we must act quickly if we are ever to be allowed to live as we wish." Dalia smiled dreamily.

"Oh, I love the way you talk, Baby." She hugged him, loving how protected she felt when wrapped in his muscular arms. "And you know I'll help you with anything."

"I need your help with something big." He started. "I need you to help me take out the heroes."

Wednesday quickly tied the belt of her bathrobe and opened the sliding door out onto her balcony. She spared one last glance back at the sleeping man in her bed before stepping out into the early morning darkness, phone in hand. After a moment or two of looking at the city, she looked down at the screen of her phone, revealing several new texts.

Where R U?!
-Pugsley

Wednes, it's 2 AM!
-Pugsley

I am officially presuming you dead if you aren't back here by 6.
-Pugsley

She sighed and looked at the clock on her phone. 5:48 AM.

I'm fine. Just stayed at the new place. Calm down.
-Wednes

"You're up early." Wednesday nearly dropped her phone over the ledge at the sudden sound of Lucas' voice. "Sorry." He apologized and stepped closer.

"No, it's fine. Sleep deprivation makes me a little...on-edge." She slipped the phone into her robe's pocket and turned to him. "Good morning." Wednesday forced out before she could laugh at the sight of Lucas wrapped in a sheet-toga.

"Shut up. I don't have any PJs here, and I learned to tie one of these a few years ago." He defended, and waited for Wednesday to ask why he knew how to tie a toga, but she didn't. "So last night was-"

"Fantastic." Wednesday finished for him. Lucas smiled.

"I'm glad to hear it." He moved around behind her and wrapped his arms around her abdomen, kissing her neck while she smiled and looked out over the city again.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Wednesday asked.

"Hmm?" Lucas asked wordlessly.

"You know, being with your equal." She clarified. "Being one with someone that's neither lesser or superior to you. It's marvelous." She relaxed back into Lucas' arms.

"I don't have anything for comparison, but that definitely makes sense." Lucas agreed and ran his hand through Wednesday's hair. "It's cold out here." He muttered. "We should go inside, maybe sleep for a few more hours?" He suggested in a whisper, and Wednesday shook her head.

"I don't think I can sleep right now." She said, and Lucas nodded.

"Well, we could go out for breakfast together. Maybe eat on top of a tower on the Brooklyn Bridge?" He suggested, and Wednesday smiled.

"How about waffles at Denny's." She suggested, getting a good laugh from Lucas.

"You got it, but I might have to wear this." He agreed and looked down at the sheet. It was Wednesday's turn to laugh, now.

"What if we made a bit of a guest appearance as Lux and Nera?" She offered, and Lucas nodded enthusiastically at the humorous thought of a Denny's server's face upon seeing them. Wednesday led him back into the apartment where they began to pick up the pieces of their suits and put them on.

"Um, I think this is yours." Lucas called over to Wednesday as he realized his boot did not in fact shrink in the night. The girl laughed and held her hand out for him to toss it to her. She caught it effortlessly and stepped into it.

"So I think there's a Denny's on-" Her statement was immediately cut off by an enormous ball of flames erupting from one wall of the apartment, blowing her across the room.

Yes, yes, I'm terrible for leaving it off there, I know.

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