The Way

It was unavoidable, the happiness that grew inside Diana and Clark whenever they were together. There were countless reasons to why they felt what they felt for each other. Their relationship has flaws, it was challenging but amazing and special.

CLARK'S POV
There was something about the way Diana did things, about the things she did and the way she was. There was always something about it, about her, something... captivating, and something that made it hard for me not to stare at her and notice all the small things, all the things that made her Diana, all the things that made me love her. Because it was the small things about her—the things most people probably didn't notice, didn't take note of—just as much as it was the big things—the things that took up most of her being and that you would have to be a blind man not see—that made me love her like I do. It was the way her voice fills the room whenever she speaks. Her presence, she was a vision and her beautiful smile brightens up every room she walks in.

The way her body moves whenever she takes one little step. The curves of her body... so enticing.
The way her eyes meet mine when she notices I'm staring at something as gorgeous as her. The way she looks up at me with those beautiful innocent eyes with a hint of seductiveness behind them. I would be so caught up in my silent worship of her body that I didn't notice the small smirk that graced her lips. Her soft lips...her taste.
She takes my breath and my heart away.

DIANA'S POV
It was the way Clark watched me when he thought I wasn't paying attention, with his wondering gaze.
It was the way he could always make me laugh, could always make me smile, even when I was in no such a mood.
Clark has a special sort of smile that was wide and pleasant.
The way his masculine chest combined with his broad shoulders and well built stature always making him look so handsome, I admired him and he never ceased to amaze me. I fell a little more in love with this man every day. I know everything there is to know about him. He lays out everything for my viewing and holds nothing back from me, and I offer him the same in return.

Diana danced hypnotizing Clark to keep his eyes on her. Her moves were slow and seductive. Clark moved closer to her wrapping his arms around her as she still moved her hips to the beat of the music. She sighed as he wrapped his arms around her waist and she titled her head on his shoulder.

It was like they were the only ones in the club.
Clark slowly ran his hands down Diana's side, making him lose control of his thoughts. Diana always had that effect on him. She swayed her hips against him and it drove him crazy. Clark spun her around and held her hips still.

It was as if they might have exploded from the tension they felt. A sort of fire ignited between them. Clark leaned in and captured her lips, ever so softly. Just as Diana was going to pull back, Clark pulled her back into another kiss, this time deep and passionate. Grasping each other, they started to kiss harder; not controlling what their emotions wanted them to do. Then they pulled away. Diana grabbed Clark's hand and guided him to the exit.

They left, flying off to Clark's apartment. Diana unlocked the door with a key he gave her and went inside with him. Clark closed the door and locked, while Diana was already going to the bedroom, while Clark was not too far behind.

Clark smirked walking into the bedroom. Diana reached for his shirt, pulling for him to come closer. They stared in each other's eyes as though they were reading each other's thoughts.

Diana's lips were so inviting. As he kissed her, he wraps his arms around her and lifts her up, laying her down gently on the bed.

He kissed down her neck as his hands slid up and down her legs. She moaned at his pleasuring touch. She bites her lower lip.
They undressed each other slowly, kissing forcefully but passionately. The love that poured through their being, unleashed the blazing inferno of desire.

Clark's hands skim Diana's soft heated skin and his lips worship every inch of her. He consumes his goddess.

Diana ran her fingers through his hair. They rolled over, running her hands down his chest. She was ready for him, lowering herself onto him. She closed her eyes and let out a pleasurable sigh. Clark held onto her hips.

They rolled around in the bed, not breaking connection.
Slow thrusts...sounds of contentment...griping the headboard...moving to their own rhythm. They worked each other relentlessly with an overwhelming feeling pulsing through their bodies.

After hours of making passionate love, Diana buried her face in the crook of Clark's neck, locked in lovers embrace with their intertwined souls, hearts and minds together in a place beyond all places where nothing but them could be.