Unrecognizable

Clark Kent and Diana Prince might be able to be unrecognizable to others, but it's impossible to hide from each other.

The Indiana Convention Center: Downtown Indianapolis, Indiana

Clark Kent and Jimmy Olsen stood watching the guest coming in.

"Why did Perry send us on this lame assignment?"

"Because it's important, Jimmy."

"Dude, this event is for big business people acting like they care but really just want good publicity."

"Some of them are here for the right reasons."

"Ugh...I would much rather be getting pics of the Justuce League kicking ass."

"No, you want pictures of Wonder Woman."

Jimmy shrugged. "Priorities, man. I have to at least get one shot a week."

Clark huffed and shook his head slowly.

"What?"

"You aren't thinking correctly."

Jimmy frowned. "Pft. This is exactly why you don't have a girlfriend or at least a hook up." Jimmy looked up and held up his camera. "Who's next?

Then suddenly, it seemed that everything stopped as a woman walked in. She wore a silver curve fitting Fara high low dress with a twist open back.

Jimmy looked up from his camera already drooling.

"CK?" He nudged Clark, who was checking his phone. "CK?"

"Hmm?"

"Dammit, Clark! Look up, man!"

Clark frowned then looked up to see the jaw dropping gorgeous woman.

"Who is she?"

"I don't know, but I'm going to be the first to find out!"

"Hold it." Clark grabbed the handle of Jimmy's camera bag. "That's not a good idea just walking up to her."

"CK, all I'm going to do is ask if I can take her picture for your article and let my smooth suaveness do the rest of the work."

"No, Jim."

"Come on, man. Alright. I won't turn the suave level up too high, showing you up. Just be my wingman."

"What? No."

"Pft."

Jimmy took off his bag and started walking towards the woman.

"Jim!"

Jimmy smiled and stepped in front of the woman. He was in awe realizing how tall she was and her beauty was indescribable.

"Wow..." was all Jimmy could say.

Clark cleared his throat and quickly walked over to them.

"Hello...Ms..." He flashed a charming smile.

The woman smiled back. "Prince. Diana Prince."

Clark and Jimmy were awestricken by her exotic voice.

Clark held out his hand for her to shake. "Clark Kent."

Diana shook his hand. "Nice to meet you."

"And I'm James! James Olsen. But you can call me Jim, Jimmy...or anything you want. I have to ask, where have you been all my life?"

Clark frowned and slightly nudged him in his arm.

"I believe he means what association are you with. I'm a reporter at the Daily Planet, I'll be doing a write up of this event and Jim is the photographer."

"I would love to take your pictures." Jimmy looked at her up and down. " I do private photo shoots, too."

"Thank you for your offer, Mr. Olsen-"

"Jimmy."

Diana smiled and slightly nodded. "Jimmy."

He smiled as his heart fluttered hearing her say his name.

Clark rolled his eyes.

"I will have to decline the private photo shoot, however."

Jimmy's face and heart dropped. His suaveness didn't work.

"As for my association, I am part of the diplomatic staff working at the Themyscarian Embassy."

"I've been there before but never saw you," Clark said.

"You work with the Princess?" Jimmy asked.

"I work in the records and archives department. Unfortunately, no, not part of the Princess's personal staff."

"If you want like a side job I have a friend...photographer too, you're perfect to model for him."

"I am sorry, Jimmy, I am quite busy with the job that I have."

"With the beautiful smile you have, I do agree that you are quite photogenic."

Diana smiled and tried to hold back blushing. "Why thank you, Mr. Kent."

"You can just call me, Clark." He flashed his charming smile again.

Jimmy quirked his brow then frowned slightly. "Smooth, Kent, real smooth," he said under his breath.

Clark suddenly heard an emergency signal. "Um...excuse me but I have to go...I...uh...I almost forgot I have another engagement. Come on, Jimmy, I'll drop you off."

"What? No, I'm staying."

"I'm sure Ms. Prince has work to do."

"Yes, actually, I must get going as well."

Clark held out his hand again for Diana to shake. "It was nice speaking with you, Diana. I hope that we will get a chance to meet again."

"Likewise, Clark."

2 weeks later...

Gotham City: Wayne Enterprises Fundraiser

Diana Prince stood observing the guest, taking a sip from her glass of champagne.

"Excuse me, Diana?"

She turned around and smiled. "Good evening, Clark."

"Good evening. You look lovely."

"Thank you." She looked around. "Your friend, Jimmy, isn't with you this time?"

Clark laughed slightly. "No. He decided to go with another colleague, Lois Lane, because apparently I choose to take the boring stories often."

"I believe it's mostly that you like the more quiet stories. The ones that may be seen as small but have an impact in its own way."

"That's right! I wish others could understand that."

"Doesn't matter whether they understand or not, I've read your articles, Mr. Kent, and they are always enlightening. You aren't reaching to get the big story for praise or anything like that."

Clark smiled. "And what about you, Diana? I mean I sense that there's more to just records and archives. Another job?" He stepped closer to her. "Let me take I guess..."

Diana smirked. "By all means..."

"You actually do work with the Princess but it's kept secret."

"Hmm...close."

"Well Ms. Prince I don't need to know more but rest assured, I know a thing or two about keeping secrets, how important it is. I won't say a word."

He flashed his charming smile and Diana smiled back.

"Ladies and Gentleman, please give a around of applause for our host of the evening, the man himself who owns this building...Mr. Bruce Wayne!"

Clark and Diana applauded but their focus was still on each other.

About a month later, Clark and Diana had another encounter and another after that. Each time, they became more and more focused on getting more acquainted to confirm whether or not what they suspected of each other was true.

Clark decided he might just have to take a visit to the Embassy.

3 days Prior: Flashback

Superman and Wonder Woman were flying above a crowd all cheering after victoriously saving the day.

"We did it!" Wonder Woman said embracing him.

For that instant of holding each other

"We always make such a great team, Wonder Woman!" Superman said proudly.

"Yes, we most certainly do."

They stared at each other smiling when...

"KISS HER, SUPERMAN!" A civilian cheered.

"Yeah! Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!" The crowed cheered on continuously.

Superman laughed and saluted the people. "It's time for us to be on our way.

Superman took Wonder Woman's hand as they flew off. Wonder Woman frowned.

"Superman?"

He smiled. "Come on."

The flew off to the top of a building.

Wonder Woman sighed. "It's so beautiful up here. Today was such a good day."

"Yeah it was. After working together for what? 5 or 6 years now, we really do make a great team, Wonder Woman."

She looked up at him and at that instant her heart fluttered.

"I agree. We really do." She smiled then quickly looked away. "I should...I should go, though." She embraced him. "Thank you, Superman."

"Wonder Woman?"

"Yes?"

Superman took her hand and pulled her closer.

"Superman, wha-"

He kissed her. Wonder Woman was shocked but kissed him back and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. Superman tightens his hold around her waist.

But suddenly, Wonder Woman pulled away and shook her head slowly.

"I'm sorry, Wonder Woman. I just didn't want to kiss you in public, knowing the stir it would cause."

She stared at him for a moment then lightly brushed her lips against his. Before she could be pulled into a full kiss, Wonder Woman stepped away.

"I have to go..." she whispered and fly off quickly.

Flashback End

Metropolis, LexCorp Fundraiser

Lex Luthor laughed. "Now, now, all jokes aside, no this is not a competition. I mean it's no competition at all given I am always the lead. Sorry, Mr. Wayne, but that's the truth."

Bruce kept a straight face as everyone else laughed at Luther's not so funny jokes.

Clark Kent sighed writing a few notes. He looked up and saw Diana Prince now standing alone. It seemed that earlier, he couldn't get to her with other people talking to her.

He had to take this chance.

"Ms. Prince."

She turns to him. "Mr. Kent."

There was more tension that instantly filled the air than usual. Clark senses it strong from Diana.

Even their conversation was a bit different this time.

"You look stunning as always, Diana."

"Thank you, Clark. And you are always quite dashing."

"Thanks. Jimmy and Lois said I need to give up my glasses though. Other than that I look like a dork."

She frowned slightly confused. "I think you look very distinguished, Clark." She stepped closer. "I can still see your eyes. You have very alluring eyes, Mr. Kent. And that charming smile of yours..."

"Thank you, Diana." He looked at her up and down. "There's nothing that can be compared to your beauty."

"You've been staring at me for quite a while." She put her index finger under his chin and lifted his head. "Eyes up, Mr. Kent."

"Sorry." Clark cleared his throat.

"No need at all, I just don't want you to make it too obvious to the rest of the guest."

Clark smirked. "Maybe we should meet privately sometime."

"Hmm...maybe."

When Clark went home that night, he couldn't stop thinking about her. He had to go to the embassy and confirm what he knew.

London, Themyscirian Embassy

Clark sighed as he stepped inside the Embassy.

The receptionist looks up. "Hello, sir. May I help you?"

"Hello. My name is Clark Kent. I'm looking for Diana Prince. She works in records and archives."

The receptionist frown slightly. "I'm sorry, Mr. Kent but there is no one that works in records by that name."

Just then, Princess Diana walks by and Clark eyes her.

"Oh, it's okay. There's probably been a mix up."

He walks out the building and goes to the princess's office window. To his luck, the window was open giving him the opportunity to swoop in.

Princess Diana walks into her office, shocked to see him.

"Hello, Ms. Prince."

Diana glances at her window open and smirks. "I am Princess Diana. And you are Clark Kent, Reporter from the Daily Planet, correct?"

"Yes, Princess. I was looking for you. Asked the receptionist about you working in records."

"Records? Mr. Kent, now why would the Princess be working in the records department?"

Clark quirked his brow then walks over to her desk and opens the drawer. He picks up a pair of glasses.

"Lots of people have glasses."

"But these belong to Ms. Prince. The first time I saw her, she wore a silver dress, hair pinned back, and these. And she told me she works here in that department."

He walks over and places them on her face.

"Mr. Kent, I-"

He cut her off cupping her cheeks and captured her lips in a soft kiss.

Princess Diana just stood stunned.

"I kissed Wonder Woman like that. But she's avoiding me so I had to find Ms. Prince but it seems even Ms. Prince is avoiding me. So here we are, Princess."

"Why do you think so?"

"I'm sure she is feeling exactly how I feel...surprised."

"That is most likely the reason. And being that's how you kissed her. She probably never had such a kiss."

Diana goes to close the window. Clark steps up behind her placing his hands at her waist.

"What are you doing?"

Running his hands slowly up her sides, he whispers, "You feel the same too."

"You know, Superman has X-ray vision...?"

"Oh well I know for sure he wouldn't use that unless...it was approved."

"A respectable gentleman." She breathed out slowly. "So are you done examining my body."

"No..." He turns her around. "The glasses disguise, slight personality alterations and even body language can help blend in with the crowd. I should know as I'm using them as well...but I recognize you by much more."

Clark starts kissing her and roams her body more.

Diana moans softly as he kissed down her neck.

"When we met...I knew there was something about you. A man built as Adonis. No mere mortal man can hold that comparison. The look...you give me...it's something in your eyes...that the...glasses...cannot hide."

She kissed him, her lips soft and full. Diana relaxed against the firm press of his mouth. Her body progressed towards him like church bells were calling her in, and the sanctuary of their kiss compelled her. She slipped her tongue into the warm cavern of his mouth, meeting with his tongue in a languid ballet. He took her lower lip with his teeth and pulled, then sucked her into his mouth, making her wish he could inhale all of her.

He held her lip between his teeth for the briefest of moments – both danger and delight coursed through her - and then released it. Diana pulled back and gasped, staring at him with hooded eyes.

There's a knock on her office door.

"Just a minute," she calls out. "I have another meeting. If you know that much already about me, you know where I live. So stop by tonight."

Clark smirks and kisses her again. Then leaves out the window. Flying off, he was happy as hell like a kid on Christmas.

That night, Clark goes to her house. He rings the door bell and as he hears the door unlock, he smirks.

Diana opens the door with a slightly see through night dress on and her glasses.

"Good evening, Mr. Kent."

Clark adjusted his glasses gawking at her. "Good evening, Princess."

She smirked and pulls him in by his tie yanking him into a passionate kiss. Clark kicked the door closed and quickly reached to lock it.

Diana giggled as she was pulling him, making him stumble a bit. She reached down unbuckling his belt as Clark took off his jacket.

Still stumbling, a bit trying to get undressed, their mouths were against each other in a manic unabashed kiss, they made their way to the sofa.

Now both completely naked, Diana pushed him down, her eyes hooded with lust, her lips bowed in fevered anticipation. It washed over her, so quickly, her desire for this man, the raw carnal need she had for him.

Clark was about to take the glasses off.

"No..." Diana says as she straddles him. "We keep our glasses on, Mr. Kent."

Clark gave her a questionable look then smirked.

Kinky.

"Whatever you say, Ms. Prince."

His hands mapped her upper body as they kissed, caressing her spine, her shoulders, cupping her breasts.

He gazed at her, the blue of his eyes swimming, sparkling at her from beneath hooded eyelids. "You take my breath away," he croaked.

She smiled, not the least bit shy about being completely naked in front of him, not afraid to be open, vulnerable, safe and wanting, unguarded and willing, needing him, only him, not merely him, but only him, now and for whatever undefined future she could imagine beyond this moment.

She slid one finger between her teeth, biting on it. Her eyes slowly rose, scanning the ripples of muscle at his abdomen, the wide span of his ribcage, the broad expanse of his chest, before meeting his eyes. She raised her eyebrows and then dropped her gaze to his erection. He was ready. He was very ready.

Clark groans as she grind against him. He clenches his jaw and closes his eyes and Diana recognizes the sure signs of him queueing up his self-control.

He leans his forehead against Diana's, stares with desire-darkened eyes that she is sure perfectly reflect her own. He lifts her up and then lowered her onto his waiting, throbbing hard-on.

Diana's eyes grew wide, her mouth dropping open as he filled her. She threw her head back and moaned, her long raven hair cascading down her spine, tickling her sensitive flesh, her soft curls bouncing with each thrust of him into her.

She was paralyzing him with mind-numbing pleasure. They pressed their foreheads together as she kept the light pace, mewls and yelps intermingling in their shared air.

Clark bit his bottom lip as Diana picks up her pace as she feel herself come closer to the edge. But Clark takes control of her pace, slowing her down and torturing her. He stroked her cheek before he started running his hands over her bareness. Diana let out a lustful breath. Clark was so gentle, if she didn't know better she would think he was teasing her. He ran his hands all over her.

His touch was barely there, never once daring to grab or grope, even when passing her breasts or her ass. She couldn't imagine anyone else being capable of such tenderness. He was making her hypersensitive, increasing exponentially the pleasure from the contrasting thick hardness she was tightly snuggled around.

In the throes of passion, she dipped down and planted little kisses all over his neck. Out of frenzy, she started nibbling very gently on a single spot of his neck, forcing him to let out a choked "Di...ana".

She reeled in euphoria from their agonizingly drawn-out thrusts. But, much to her surprise, she was abruptly pulled out of her lustful thoughts as he leaned down on her chest and started to nibble her collarbone as well. She whined slightly as his care made her steadily climb towards the climax, and while trying to fasten the pace a bit, she detached from his neck and went to moan in his ear, hoping to rally him up more.

That seemed to work as she felt him shudder inside her and his breath become even more erratic. Diana nipped his ear lobe.

Clark leaned back on the backrest and grasped Diana's hips as she lied on his torso, and they started thrusting together, the feeble sound of raging gasps and pants quickly filling the room.

"Oh...my Gods!" she squeaked hushedly. "Clark!" she murmured in ecstasy cupping his face.

Clark felt the built-up pressure on the verge of driving him crazy.

Diana wrapped her arms around his shoulders as they locked into an intensely hungry kiss before his soaked member was pulled out until the tip was barely brushing the dripping opening, then pushed inside again all the way to the deepest corners of her.

As her body continues to ride Clark, Diana's mind scatters as her orgasm takes over her body.

"Gods… Clar…Clark...Mhmm…" She moans loudly.

Clark smirks as he quickly kneels down to the floor laying her gently on her back.

Diana clings to him, nails clawing at his back as she rolls her hips into his. The weight of him above her is intoxicating and she feels like she can hardly breathe, hardly think, hardly do anything but ride along with the waves of sensation echoing out from where his core meets hers.

Their rhythm is erratic, like they can't calm down enough to be steady. Before long it settles into a hectic pace that will easily put an end to them both in short order.

One of Clark's hands clutches her hip even tighter. He vocalizes a low groan into her shoulder. Diana runs her hand up through his hair. Clark raises his head and Diana cups his face in her hands, fingertips firm against his skin. Diana looks into his eyes before hers slide closed again. Her moans, long and low, as her perception explodes and he floods into her, she into him.

In the orgasmic daze that followed, they erotically stroked, and ground against, one another, desperately trying to make the moment last forever.

Then, when the highness receded, they tightly hugged each other, both panting.

Diana claws into his back even more harder as her climax crashes through her. Hers triggers his, through bond and body. He shudders against her, gasping, as the movement of his hips comes to a slow stop.

They remained locked and connected for a few minutes, as Clark kissed her passionately.

Pulling away, Clark smiles and rolls on his back.

Still heaving, he laughs, almost a boyish laugh. Diana joined him, with her own soft laugh and with their combined laugher a chorus spiraled between them.

And when they finally caught their breath, Diana glanced at him. Clark pulled her closer as their lips meet in a soft, quick kiss.

"That was...amazing."

"I knew Wonder Woman had quite the fierceness when it comes to leading with almost everything but I didn't know that meant dominance with this too." He grinned. "I like that. I like that a lot."

"And Superman definitely lives up to the name being super in all aspects that comes to mind." Diana trailed her finger down the middle of his chest. "We've gotten familiar with each other in a very peculiar, yet spectacular way but there's a lot more we need to know and learn about each other."

"I want to know all of every thing about you. Know everything that makes you happy so that I can keep you happy."

"Are you saying what I think you are saying, Kal?"

"You know me well enough, Diana. So, yes, that's exactly what I'm saying." Clark slowly runs his hand down her side and grins slyly. "And I have to say, I can definitely get used to you naked with only the glasses on. Very sexy."

Diana giggles. "Kiss me again, Mr. Kent. And don't stop."

"With pleasure, Ms. Prince," he nods as he brought his lips down to hers, sharing the most sweetest of passionate kisses.