Diana happily skipped away from the table and disappeared behind one of the pillars. Leaving Clark confused, as his vision couldn't penetrate the pillar to see what she was doing.

"Hey woah, I can't see through the pillars." Clark looked to Kara. "Do you know what she's doing?

"Me neither. Some buildings are like that, some aren't. Must be some kind of magic." Kara stated. "And Diana specifically told me not to tell you what's going on."

"You have the same power of vision that Kara does?" Said Cressida, the Amazon who had been holding Briony's hand. Cressida, was much taller than Briony, and far more muscular. She was quite beautiful, but while most Amazons were built like bikini fitness models, Cressida looked more like an olympic powerlifter. They were quite the stark contrast, the smallest Amazon, paired with one of the biggest.

Clark groaned in frustration, the damage had been done, the look on his face answered the question for her. Cressida's face contorted to rage, and she spun around and stormed off dragging Briony with her roughly. Clark rocked his head back and stared at the sky. "That never goes well."

"What?" Kara asked.

"People finding out I have x-ray vision. When Diana first found out, she had a similar reaction." He chuckled at that memory. She spent the rest of the League meeting sitting next to him, with her arms over her chest and her legs crossed and a scowl on her face. He couldn't explain himself, as she was still getting angry when he spoke to her. In fact, the only woman who ever had a good reaction was Lois, who wanted proof by asking what color panties she was wearing.

Diana finally emerged from behind her pillar and she came skipping back to him, with a big smile on her face.

"Diana, what's with the speakers?" He asked.

"Come on!" Diana grabbed his hand and pulled him to the open floor where others had gathered but were just standing around. Diana directed him towards the center of the floor, and placed Clark's left hand on her lower back and held his right hand in the air in position to dance.

"Where's the music?" Clark queried, obviously she'd done something, but he wasn't sure what exactly.

"Wait for it." Diana instructed.

A few seconds later, music rang from the speakers placed around the hall. It was the unmistakable sound of 'As' by Stevie Wonder, a perfect song to dance to. Clark's face lit up in a surprised smile.

"Come on Clark, lead me." Diana demanded.

Clark quickly shook his head and began the moves. Two steps forward, two steps back, two spins away, and two spins back to the starting position. Diana had the happiest smile on her face, there was no way he could deny that. They quickly started moving non stop with the rhythm.

The Amazons were watching and listening in awe. They had never heard music anything like this before, and while some had seen dancing between a man and a woman, they hadn't quite seen anything like this. Some stares were angry, and some were just confused. Diana looked to be having the time of her life.

Slowly but surely, the dancefloor began to fill with more and more. Some danced alone, others in pairs. A few couples even attempted to mimic the steps that Clark and Diana were doing. Some were able to get it, others had more difficulty.

Despite the fact that this was only the third time they ever danced together Clark and Diana moved like they'd been doing this together for years. And just as each time before, they may as well have been the only people there. The rest of the world faded away, all the frustrations, all the mistrust and anger, there weren't scores of Amazons staring at them, there was just Clark & Diana.

Hippolyta and Phillipus sat together, off to the side observing others appear to enjoy themselves. Neither could deny the melodious music as both of them rocked their shoulders and nodded their heads to the rhythm.

"The music of man's world is not so intolerable." Phillipus stated.

"The music is as diverse as the people are. I heard several different styles when I visited their world. Some of it was very nice, some was not. I enjoy this tune, but could only stand it in certain moods." Hippolyta stated back.

"Your daughters seem to enjoy it very much." Phillipus noted, pointing out Diana who appeared to be having the time of her life with Clark, and Donna who was rocking her hips back and forth among a group of several others.

"Yes they do." Hippolyta noticed her friend's eyes had trained themselves on Diana. Phillipus got a somewhat disturbed look on her face. "What troubles you Phillipus?"

"This man troubles me. You say you are beginning to trust him, but I find I cannot. Despite the Princess."

"It is not an easy thing for us, trusting a man. However today he has already proven several things to me."

"Has he?"

"Yes he has. And as you once suggested to me, perhaps you should learn more about him before passing final judgement on him."

Phillipus clenched her fists and took a deep breath, the considered her friends words. "Earlier today, when I was searching for Diana. I found them locked in a kiss, Diana told me she asked him to do it, but all I could see was you, on that last night. I still sometimes have nightmares."

Hippolyta's eyes lowered, and she took several pained breaths, remembering that awful night centuries ago. She remembered it all too well, and had nightmares herself. "But this Clark Kent is not him." She couldn't even say the name Heracles anymore. "And I believe even you can see that."

"Yes." Phillipus admitted softly.

After several fast songs, they got slower. Forcing Clark and Diana to slow down, finally giving them a chance to talk.

"Ok so how did you do this?" Clark asked, as they stood together closely swaying slowly.

"I bought an ipod, then when you were at work I copied all the music from your computer."

"You copied all the music?" Clark asked slightly worried. "I've got some songs on my computer that wouldn't exactly be Amazon friendly."

"Yes I noticed. Some of your rap collection is horribly misogynistic, we're going to have a talk about that, but I filtered out everything I didn't want. This playlist will last for hours. By the way I didn't know you listened to country music."

"I'm from the country, why wouldn't I? Charley Pride is awesome and I don't care what anybody says."

Diana changed the subject, as she felt Clark, by making jokes was beginning to get distant again. "I'm sorry my sisters are being so aggressive with you."

"They're being aggressive? Really? And I thought I was getting off easy."

"Well, I know you don't like to talk about sex with anyone but me. Appolonia was out of line, you didn't have to answer her."

"At first I wasn't going to say anything. But if I didn't they would just go on thinking the way they do, at least now they've heard another opinion. They can come to their own conclusions now, instead of trying to solve an equation without all the variables."

"That doesn't mean they'll change their minds." She warned.

"I know that, but at least now they have a choice."

Diana leaned her head on Clark's shoulder and they danced in silence for the remainder of the song. During that time Clark took the opportunity to look around. There were many Amazons slow dancing in pairs, some were standing around staring. Others were standing in groups just talking. Some of them were talking about he and Diana, others the music, and some were talking about what their plans for tomorrow were.

Continuing to look around he noticed the women who served their meals were now sitting down themselves to eat, and none other than Hippolyta was pouring drinks for them. He liked that, that she was a gracious Queen, to serve the servants. That's just how a leader should be in his mind.

A short while later, Donna came to them with a big smile. "Diana can you help us with something?"

"What?" Diana asked.

"Something over here." She took Diana by the hand and pulled her away. "Don't worry Clark I'll have her back in a minute." Donna pulled her sister away, leaving Clark standing alone to face the stares. Now that Diana was away from him more eyes turned to him, perhaps worried what he might do now that she wasn't right there.

Clark decided to see about getting himself something more to drink when from behind him someone tapped his shoulder. "Clark Kent, would you mind teaching me those dance steps?"

Clark turned around and was shocked to see that it was Phillipus had just asked him to dance. Given the reaction she had earlier to he and Diana in her room he figured she'd be the last one to ask him anything.

"Or do you only dance with Diana? She queried.

"Oh no it's fine. I'm sure she won't mind." Clark took her right hand in his and placed on his other hand on her back, a bit higher than he would if he were dancing with Diana.

"So, the slow dance is not that difficult, traditionally the man leads, and the woman follows."

"And why does the man lead?" She asked.

"I don't know, it's just how my mother taught me."

Phillipus caught on quickly, she got in tune after just a few steps.

Diana, now finished with her ridiculous request to describe pizza to Donna's friends, turned to look for Clark. She expected he would be at the table where extra food had been set out, but she was utterly shocked to see him dancing with Phillipus of all people. She could see that they were talking, and she looked rather calm. Which she hadn't been when she caught them kissing or while eating dinner. Deciding not to end something that could potentially help his cause, Diana headed to get something more to drink.

Clark and Phillipus finished their dance, and Diana moved to return to him. But as soon as Phillipus left, another came to him and asked to dance. Part of Diana wanted him to refuse, but part of her was happy that some of her sisters were opening up to him enough that they would be willing to touch him. So she stayed back and refilled her drink, letting the strong and fruity taste roll around on her tongue. She couldn't see the face of the sister who was dancing with him, but based on her height Diana assumed it was Briony.

"You're not using your eyes to look through my clothes are you?" Briony asked uncertainly, as she engaged in the dance with Clark.

"No. I don't do that." He assured.

She was still somewhat concerned he might be, but chose not to dwell on the possibility. "Not even to Diana? Surely she... allows it?"

"We never talked about it, but no I still don't." Given the way they woke up every morning, he didn't need to anyway. "I'm a little surprised you would ask to dance."

"Given my questions earlier? I was simply curious. It will not cause problems between you and Diana will it? I surely don't want her angry with me."

"No it's fine, if it was a problem she would have said something by now." He looked over to where Diana was standing alone. "Besides, she getting her drink on over there."

Briony looked to the ground, as she had several times already. Both her face and her heartrate told Clark she was extremely nervous.

"So where is your uh... girlfriend?"

"Cressida? My lover? She is somewhere." Briony looked around ruefully, unable to see over everyone around them. "I just wanted to know what it was like, to be shown kindness by a man. I thank you, I've never known such a thing."

It was difficult for Clark to take that. He'd heard it several times already, mostly from the servants who were surprised when he was polite to each of them. But now standing in front of someone who was thanking him, just let him further know what was happening tonight. He was angry for them, that they had to suffer so much, it's a good thing Heracles wasn't around now, because Clark felt like beating him senseless.

"I must go." Briony quickly said after another glance around, and without another word she quickly ran away. She ran in the opposite direction of where she looked, and Clark quickly figured it out. She had seen Cressida.

Diana was on probably her 9th drink of the night, and really didn't care. She was still furious with her mother, but since Hippolyta was now socializing with the crowd she couldn't really confront her about it. She was also somewhat angry at Clark, as he'd found yet another dance partner. It was probably the alcohol, but for whatever reason she didn't feel like confronting him either. So she just refilled her goblet again.

Clark had grown tired of giving dance lessons. If he was going to continue with that, he wanted Diana as his partner, but he could not find her for anything. He couldn't see her, hear her voice or pick out her heartbeat which was odd. He wondered if she'd left the hall, he was about to ask Donna when Hippolyta grabbed his arm.

"Clark Kent I wish to speak with you." She said. "And do not worry, I am not angry with you. Come with me, let us talk."

This was probably the third time in her life Diana had too much to drink. She knew she had too much, and as she refilled her goblet, she still didn't care. She had finally begun enjoying herself, socializing with the crowd. Telling them about all the fun enjoyable things she and Clark did, and how much she enjoyed sitting around and doing nothing with him. This was far better than her nightclub trip with Shannon. Probably because she was with her family, and also because she didn't hear any lame pickup lines.

She was in the middle of telling Mala about the clothes women wore in man's world when she saw her mother engaged in conversation with Clark. Her mother looked incredibly serious, and Clark looked to be completely floored by whatever she was saying. Diana wished she had the ability to hear as well as Clark did, because the conversation looked important. But she just continued on with Mala, figuring Clark would tell her later.

Clark was completely shocked by what had Hippolyta just said, he was shocked not only because she said it, but also because he was the first one to know. As Hippolyta left the hall to retire for the night Clark just stood motionless. He needed to find Diana.

Still unable to locate her, he resorted to asking. It took several minutes, but eventually someone pointed her out to him. Now that he knew where she was, he figured out at least in part why he couldn't find her before. Her heartbeat was drastically different than usual and the cadence of her speech had changed. As he approached he realized she'd been drinking. A lot, which was probably the cause of the changes.

"Hey stud, I was just thinking about you." Diana said once he got close, completely forgetting Mala. "Let's get out of here."

"Ok, I guess we can do that, but you wouldn't believe what your mother just told me."

"I don't want to talk about her. Kiss me." She leaned up and held her mouth against his, but she didn't make any type of action with her lips. She just stood there.

"Oh wow. You're drunk." He put his hands on her shoulders and held her at arms length.

"What? No I'm not. You're drunk"

"How many of these have you had?" Clark reached for the goblet in her hand, but she didn't let him take it. In fact she yanked it out of his hand spilling half of it.

"I'm tired of this party. Let's just go home and just rip into each other. I need it." She put her free hand on his belt buckle and tried to push her fingers in his pants, until he grabbed her wrist. "Come on stop it Clark! I want to."

"Not here." He warned.

"Where then? I want you ins..."

"Diana! I'm trying to tell you something important right now."

"Well I don't care!" She shouted, causing many to turn and look at them curiously. "I'm ready to go, and I don't want to talk!"

She downed the last of her drink and jumped into his arms. "Now take me home."

"You two leaving?" Donna rushed up to them.

"Yes!" Diana shouted.

"I guess so." Clark answered calmly.

Donna looked at the way her sister just slumped in Clark's arms. "Wow Diana you've had way too much to drink."

"And?" Diana replied combatively.

"Has this happened before?" Clark asked.

"Once or twice, she'll do whatever she wants for the rest of the night. After she gets some sleep she'll be fine." Donna answered.

"She won't be sick or anything will she?"

"Oh no. She'll be perfectly fine in the morning."

"Stop talking to her! Kiss me!" Diana shouted loudly right in Clark's ear, and licking the side of his face.

"What was that about?" Clark asked about the lick, that was just weird.

"I just wanted to taste you. Now get us out of here, and then you can taste me." Diana said seductively.

Donna got a slightly disturbed look on her face after her sister's words. There are just some things a person doesn't need to know.

"Just get her out of here Clark. Don't worry about us." Donna said, motioning her hands for him to take to the air.

"Come on slowpoke!" Diana called, then she threw her goblet at Donna, who caught it out of sheer self protection. After nearly being taken out by a metal wine goblet, Donna was quite happy Clark was taking her sister away, because Diana was a handful when she was drunk.

They had broken the barrier of Themyscira and were flying towards Metropolis. Diana had started out kissing his neck and cheek, and nibbling seductively on his ear.

"Let's do it right now! Just like our first time!" She moved so that she was underneath him horizontally, but still held onto him as she didn't feel like doing the necessary work to sustain flight on her own.

"We're almost to my apartment. Just relax." He said.

"Are you going to take care of me tonight?"

"Yes I am."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

Clark landed them on the balcony, by now Diana had been grinding her hips into his for a few minutes. Immediately upon entering the apartment Diana kicked off her shoes and went toward the bedroom. Beckoning Clark to follow.

He took his time entering the bedroom and found a beautiful sight before him when he did. Diana was lying seductively on the bed waiting for him.

"Come on, you said you'd take care of me." Diana called.

"That I did."

Clark was in a dilemma, a serious dilemma. On one hand, Diana was ready and willing, and there was no red blooded man, Kryptonian or otherwise who would pass that up. On the other hand she was drunk, and if she had regrets in the morning she would be extremely angry, and make him pay dearly. Then again, she could get angry at him for rejecting her too. For the first time in his life, he actually regretted being a gentlemen. He told her he would take care of her, but hadn't defined what 'take care' actually meant.

Clark sat on the bed with this back to Diana while he took off his clothes. He did so very slowly, giving himself time to consider his next actions. He'd removed his sweater and button up shirt, and undone his pants, when he stood up to remove them he turned slightly and saw that Diana was fast asleep.

Problem solved, he thought.

Diana woke up the next morning with a startle, initially she wasn't sure where she was, until it hit her that she was back in Clark's apartment. The moment of panic subsided quickly. But if she was in Clark's bed, where was he? She looked down and noticed that just as every morning she woke up with him, her top had been removed, but this time his hands weren't in their usual resting place. She suddenly found she was disappointed about that.

Turning over she was met by a wide awake Clark, who was sitting up next to her, reading a magazine. "Good morning."

"Afternoon." He corrected.

"Oh, what time is it?"

"2:21."

"Woah, I slept for a while. What a night."

"You have no idea."

"I can't believe mother would do that. I can't believe any of them would do that. If nothing I thought they would respect me."

"All things considered, it's not so bad. How much do you remember from last night?"

"Everything. I don't black out when I drink."

"Oh, so only when you're sleeping?"

"When I'm sleeping? What did I do?"

"I've never seen you drunk before so I didn't know how you'd act. I've been up all night just to make sure you're okay."

"Oh, thank you, but that wasn't necessary."

"No it wasn't, but I did learn something. Has anyone ever told you that that you talk in your sleep?"

"No."

"I see, well you do. When your little night time habit returned," Clark pointed to her chest. "You literally told me where you wanted me to touch you."

"I did?"

"Yep, I tried talking back but you were totally out of it. However I did indulge you, for quite a while actually. Again, I'm never going to complain about that."

"Don't even worry about it. It's just one of those weird quirks, I won't even let it get to me anymore." Diana sat up in bed herself, and kissed Clark's shoulder before leaning her head on it. "Last night, you said you had something unbelievable to tell me. What was it?"

"Oh I certainly do have something to tell you." Clark began.

"Wait a minute!" Diana cut him off. "You promised you were going to take care of me last night!"

Clark paused, he did say that, but what he had to say now was even more important. "I did take care of you."

"That wasn't what I meant Clark and you know it." Diana moved back down on the bed so she was laying on her back. "Talking can wait, I wanted this all night."

The part of Clark's brain that wanted to tell her the big news he had was quickly outvoted by the rest of his brain, and more importantly his body, which wanted desperately to make love to Diana.

As the springs on his mattress died a most noble death, Clark agreed that whatever he had to say could indeed wait.

A/N: What did Hippolyta tell Clark? Why did Briony run away so abrubptly? Find out soon, hopefully in a couple of days.