Lover's Dance

Dancing always had the wonderful charm of intimacy without the social complications that might arise with other acts….

Diana Prince's Flat, Midnight

Clark held Diana's leg over his shoulder, turning his slightly stubble face to place a trail of kisses from her ankle to her toned calf. He had a crooked grin as he placed a kiss.

"I thought you said you would take me dancing tonight."

"Yeah, I did but I have a better idea."

"…And what's that?"

Clark took her leg from his shoulder and bent to place a sweet kiss on her lips. He got up and turned on Diana's stereo. A slow melody started to play through the speakers as Diana raised her eyebrows at him.

"Dance with me," he smiled holding out his hand.

"Kal…" she replied.

"Ah, come on."

Diana smiled back and took his hand. He immediately spun her around and she stopped her body close to his. A smirk came onto their lips.

Clark wrapped his arms around Diana's waist hands have slid further down her hips, his fingertips brushing her backside.

Diana snaked her arms around his neck, setting her head on his chest as they began to sway slowly. Clark set his chin on the top of her head smiling. The sway of their hips, the music, and the feel of her body pressed against his, made the dance so soothing.

His hand at her back slowly spread and stretched out a little to explore her curves.

"I'm sorry. I know you wanted to go out."

Diana gave a small laugh before looking up at him, "No you're not," she said knowingly.

Clark couldn't keep a straight face. "No, I'm not," he confessed, his smile growing a little guilty in nature.

"There is no need to be anyway if you actually were." She leaned up to his ear, "I think we can do so much more in private than in public."

A small shiver of excitement ran down the back of his neck and spine carrying first a strange rush and then great warmth that spread throughout his body. His brow arched. One arm slid around her waist completely. His free hand moved over her hip then up her body, past the curve of her breast, and up her arm until, with a gentle pull, it'd freed a hand of hers from around his neck to hold…fingers interlacing with one another.

The music changed, and so did the rhythm. Their movements became more erotic; Clark pulled Diana in tighter, pressing their chests together. Every movement they made was fluid and perfect, like second nature. Her dark eyes shone wickedly, glossy lips curving upward into a smirk as she turned to face him, swaying her hips sensually.

"Keep up with me." Her voice low and sultry.

Beautiful nails grazed the side of his face, before she turned away from him, pressing her back against his chest and moving to the beat of the music. Clark moved along with her. Their bodies melded together.

The smell of her perfume fogged his senses. He felt no longer in control of his own body. It was as if it was moving on pure instinct. He lowered his mouth to her shoulder, eliciting a moan from her. Her hips pressed back into his, grinding against him and making his body react almost instantly. He groaned closing his eyes and jerking forward, causing another moan to emit from her before she spun around and their eyes locked.

Diana slowly took of her night gown tossing it on the sofa.

With the naked goddess in front of him, Clark's body reacted before his mind was even able to register. Blood that'd been rushing throughout his body seemed to suddenly pool dangerously low as his desire soared.

Diana looked down at Clark's pants, giving him a hint to remove them. He did so, tossing them on the sofa as well. He pulled Diana back to him, grabbing her backside in order to do so, as he took deep breaths to try and regain control. But rather quickly, the idea of regaining self-control seemed something of a lost cause.

It felt incredible as they moved together causing a sudden jolt of arousal. Their bodies heated together, they stroked one other's fires. Diana moved to align her sex with his to intensify the friction. Full of lust, passion and sexy movements, they flowed to the beat. While Diana turned and swayed against his body once again, she licked her lips and softly moaned. Both of them were in the deepest of sexual tension.

Clark held Diana tightly, not wanting to miss a single movement of her body against him as he tilted his head slightly to ghost his mouth over her neck. At a moment, the rest of the room was blocked out, as though there was nothing in the world but her…her smell, her sighs as they grew more frequent, and the soft skin of her shoulder. He smiled softly at hearing his name in that voice, in that manner, and gave her neck another kiss

Clark turned her back around and dipped her down; as he brought her back catching her eyes. The look of passion increased tenfold and the only thing he wanted at that moment was to take her to the bedroom. He leaned in and kissed her softly. His tongue already gained access to her mouth and were in a duel with hers. His hands were on her hips and on her sexy curves while Diana's hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him deeper into her mouth.

"This is much better isn't it...?" He whispered, voice husky, betraying his arousal.

He couldn't help himself; he took an opportune moment to dip her again, this time in front of him so that she could feel his rock solid manhood against her. He smirked at the noise of pleasure that greeted his ears when he lifted her back up.

Clark touched her face softly. He knew by now Diana was burning for him inside.

His lips touched hers. It was like fire igniting on a match, the heat from lighting up the fireworks. It was what they felt as they kissed and what they felt throughout their whole body. They couldn't let go of each other or this feeling. Diana pressed more into him.

Clark walked forward toward the plexi glass wall, backing Diana against it.

"Diana…" he whispered.

She sighed as he said her name, reaching down, needing to feel his hardness in her hand. He gasped as she encircled him, as he reached around to her front, palming her breast and running his thumb over her erect nipple. Their faces rubbed against each other and he gently took her mouth with his, sliding his lips against hers, feeling her respond, tasting the bit of her tongue she lightly let slip against his.

He pushed against her as she kissed his jaw line, his soft, beard just slightly scratching the smooth skin of her cheek.

She wrapped her leg around his leg and seductively slid it up and down. Diana pulled him into the hottest of kisses and he kissed back with eager passion.

She whispered. "Kal…"

Clark groaned as she said "Take me…gods, Kal… now."

He planted his right hand against the wall and his left at her waist. Diana gasped as he pushed into her, her soaking wetness surrounding him with tight heat and he buried his face into her neck, groaning as he thrust into her again and again, bracing against the wall. Feeling nothing but her warm, slick center surrounding him, clenching him, tightening around him with every thrust, Diana threw her head back and her breathless voice turned him on more.

Clark pinned her hand to the wall with his own, entwining their fingers and he pushed her more against the glass. He pressed his forehead against hers. Diana bucked against him, meeting his every thrust, both of them grunting and gasping in time to their rhythm. They stood strong, hand in hand, heart to heart, and soul wrapped within soul. They together formed the ultimate bond.

Sigh, moan, and sigh, the music of pleasure rose.

Clark's lips caress her neck and Diana releases another pleasurable sigh into the heated air. Clark groaned deep adding to the melody.

So caught up within each other, they didn't realize the glass was cracking, however Diana felt it against her back.

She gasped.

"I'll fix it."

"You….better," Diana said in between moans as she threw her head back again and gripped his shoulders.

Smirking, Clark grabbed Diana's other leg wrapping it around his waist. He held her, moving her off the wall and laid her gently on the sofa. Diana had her left arm over her head gripping the arm of the sofa and her right wrapped around his neck. Clark stopped kissing Diana as she whimpered for more. He then started kissing down her neck onto her collarbone but went back up to her and kissed her hungrily again.

Slowly, they rocked against each other, neither willing to hasten to the peak. They knew it was coming, the inevitable release of their passion and yet, both never wanted it to end. Hands sought out the other, fingers intertwining as they continued on with their sensual dance of love making.

Tongues clashed as a passionate kiss was exchanged, whispers of names swallowed, lost in the kiss. They basked in the warmth of each other, unspoken words exchanged, silent of messages of love sent.

Though, Clark needed more and, in desperation, gripped lower on her ass until it was enough, feeling her that close, being that close to her essence…the lust that'd been gathering together reached a point of uncontrollability. They didn't realize they ended up on the floor. But that didn't stop them. Clark tried to slow down but he couldn't and he whispered her name against her throat.

Warm fingers traced down the side of the goddess lying under him, lips meeting his own as they ravaged each other's mouths. Diana's voice hitches, her body once again arching at the touch of Clark caressing her thigh. A shudder, a cry, a plea to the gods as her breathing was ragged and her heart keeping beat to its own rhythm.

Diana was holding on for dear life, holding onto Clark as she felt the last of her inner controls slipping from her. Her body shook and she bit at his shoulder.

They came together, hitting their climaxes in unison, bodies shuddering together as they came down from their sexual high, and their tongues dancing as the music fades into the afterglow.

Diana reached a hand up to run her thumb across his cheek and smiled as he turned his face to kiss her palm.

"Having our own private dance was a good idea..."

"What did I tell you?" Clark grinned teasingly and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

Diana sighed lovingly as he pulled her on top of him and she rested her head on his chest. She wondered how it was possible that Clark could make everything so perfect.

"I love you." she whispered.

"I love you too," he said.