Hands Tied

Musically inspired

And "Truth" inspired (Before Superman/Wonder Woman 18)

Clark sat on the edge of the bed alone in his hotel room. He looked around in his dark room. He shook his head in disbelief. He was angry, angry at the world, angry at himself. His whole life has been turned upside down so fast and he didn't know what to do or where to begin to find out why the hell this had to happen.

So many people turned against him. They felt betrayed but why? It wasn't to deceive the people, it was to protect them. Right now, his good intentions were irrelevant. It was best for him to stay distant from everyone even the people who may still be on his side.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"It's me."

He got up, unlocking the door quickly. "Diana…"

They hadn't been able talk nor have any alone time in days. Clark thought any communication would put her and the rest of the League in more danger. But Diana didn't care as long as they were careful. She needed to see him.

"May I come in?"

"Oh yeah…yeah of course…sorry."

She smiled, walking passed him and into the room.

Clark shut the door. "I thought you were going to stay home."

"No, it didn't feel right not having you there with me. None of this feels right, Clark."

"I know." He sat back down on the bed.

Diana walked over to him. She stood in front of him wondering what to say next. Clark reached for her. He grabbed her waist and held onto her. He put his arms around her and tightened his grip.

"Clark, look at me."

He hesitated for a second but slowly looked up at her.

Diana's heart sunk seeing her love in so much pain. He looked so drained. He hadn't gotten any rest in days. He was broken. His eyes were filled with sadness and hurt.

"I don't know what to do," he said looking back down. "I messed up but I don't know how. I thought I was careful. I thought I had everything under control."

"Some things we can't control."

He loosened his grip from her waist and stood up. "But this! This is something that could've been prevented. Did I get too comfortable or careless? Maybe I did! I don't know!"

"Calm down, Clark."

"I've been calm but now I can't thinking about everything. I lost my apartment, my job. Almost everyone I knew now looks at me differently. I've always felt isolated as a kid, growing up having to control my powers. My parents made sure that this secret would stay a secret. Maybe it's best that they are gone so they won't have to deal with this."

"Don't say that!"

"It's true, Diana!"

"I know there has been a lot of talk around Smallville about the Kents."

"Let them talk. Your parents raised you to be the man that you are. A good man, that has done nothing but given yourself and used your gifts to help others."

"I failed them." His voice started to crack. "They protected me and in turn I couldn't protect them." A single tear ran down his face.

Diana listened to him let out all his anger, worries and frustration. He poured out his heart and it takes a real man to do that. Though after a while, Diana had had enough. She couldn't stand hearing him talking this way and the look on his face.

"Stop! That's enough! You are only making yourself angrier. Just let it go for the rest of the night. Now, I want you to get undressed."

Clark was confused. "What why?"

"No questions."

Clark frowned but said nothing and did as told.

Diana sat on the bed and watched him.

Afterwards, he set his clothes on the dresser and stood there waiting for her to say something. Diana surveyed him. His appearance and demeanor has changed. From his hair cut to the stubble on his face and it looked as if he has gotten even more muscular than he already was which he certainly didn't need to. He had such a serious facial expression now. Though she knew under this tough exterior he was trying to have, he was still the sweet, gentle, laidback man she is in love with.

Diana got undressed. She had her own way to show her love. Handing him her lasso she said, "tie my hands."

"What? Diana, what are you doing?"

"I said no questions."

As Clark was looking down to tie her hands, Diana smiled. She found it so cute how he was confused and shocked. He looked up at her again after tying her hands. She stood up with him, pressing herself against him and kissed him slowly. At that moment she realized how fragile he was becoming.

Though, he deepened the kissed and picked her up bridal style placing her on the bed.

They stared at each other.

"It's just me and you right now. Don't worry about anything. Make love to me, Clark."

Diana placed her arms above her head. With her hands tied, she didn't need to feel him. They both knew her truth. She needed him to feel her...touch her…hold her. Feel that she was open to him as he needed to be open with her as he once was.

Clark didn't hesitate starting to roam over her body with his hands and leaving trails of kisses all over her. He looked into her eyes. She nodded and arched her back as he pushed into her. He held her tightly as he continued thrusting.

Diana bit her lower lip but uttered not a word as he rammed into her over and over.

Diana clinched her fists.

Clark kissed her then asked, "Are you ok?"

She nodded. "Don't stop."

Looking into his eyes, they were much softer than before. Just like he always was, he worried about her comfort. Everything about him, the way he breathes, and the way he looks at her, it screams pleasure. Gods, he makes her hot and bothered without even trying.

Her lips curve with a reassuring smile, a smile he reflects. The loving farm boy was starting to show.

They flipped over with Diana now on top of him. She leans over to grip the headboard to get more leverage.

Diana eases her hips downwards embedding him within her.

Clark closed his eyes with his hands placed, gripping her hips.

"Clark… look at me. Now."

It's like magic, she's got a spell on him, the moment the words leave her lips, and he's already obeying her command. Eyes refocused on hers. The blue is unlike anything he's ever seen, exotic, beautiful, mesmerizing and hypnotic. He couldn't think straight. Not when he's like this. Maybe that was her point. Perfect.

She grinds her hips into his, leaning down pressing her lips to his.

Still without breaking connection, they rolled over. They let out loud moans and groans into the moonlit room, too absorbed in pleasure to even be slightly concerned about how loud they may have been.

They could only say each other's name and various curses.

Clark pulled her legs up higher as he rammed into her. He could feel himself ready to explode. He pushed hard, thrusting as hard as he could. He became aware of Diana's body trembling and heard panting moans from her lips and she arched her back as she too climaxed.

Clark untied Diana's hands and pulled her on top of him. They laid there, silently apart from their gasping, their heartbeats in sync.

2 HOURS LATER

Diana laid in bed wearing nothing but Clark's T-shirt. She watched over him as he was finally able to get some sleep. He had a peaceful expression and his body was relaxed. She slowly rubbed his chest.

When they were making love, she didn't have to touch him with her hands nor hold him. She loved and pleased him with her hands tied. She didn't need her hands to show how she felt but she wanted him to use his. Letting him know that no matter how much things around them has changed, they were and still should be the same with each other.

He didn't have to question it. Diana was everything he needed. She was going to stay by his side giving him love and protection.