War of Emotions
WatchTower
Superman smirked as he saw Wonder Wonder walking alone down the hall from her quarters. His intentions were crystal clear in his mind as he seeks her; knowing all too well her locations as though it was imprinted and engraved deep down into his senses… into his system… into his very core.
He quickly flew closely behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Diana gasped, jumping slightly and abruptly stopped walking. She turned her head slightly with a raised brow.
"Superman?"
"Good Morning, Wonder Woman."
He let her go slowly as she backed against the wall. He placed his hands on either side of her against the wall.
His eyes traced all over her, taking in all her glorious beauty.
"You know the day is just getting started but my day is already made because I get to work very closely with the most gorgeous wondrous peach."
Her cheeks were aflame and her nerves were rattling her to her very core as his fingers came to brush her cheek. He moved a bit closer for their faces to only be a few centimeters apart. She took in a breath, trying to keep her body under control which wasn't working.
Diana places her hand on the middle of his chest, giving him a very light push back.
He got the hint and a devious smirk plastered on his face.
"Starting early with the flirting, Kal-El?"
"Never too early and I have to take every opportunity."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why have you taken such an interest in me?"
"Give me the chance to show you."
"I would like for you to tell me."
He just stared into her eyes without saying a word.
"Kal-El?"
Just then the emergency alert went off.
"Saved by the alert..." she whispered raising her brow.
He grinned boyishly as they flew off together to the teleporter.
They've come so far within the passed 5 years. But how and why did Diana of Themyscira, an Amazonian DemiGodess and known as Diana Prince in Man's world, UN Ambassador and Assistant Professor at Boston University, let her guard down for Kal-El of Krypton, a man from beyond the stars and a God in his own right and known as Clark Kent of Earth, big city Metropolis reporter.
As a child, Clark grew up in a quiet friendly town of Smallville, with lovely adoptive parents, Jonathan and Martha Kent, though, he had very few friends, isolating himself feeling and being so different from the other children. He would stand up for smaller kids against bullies, he would help any and every one but never wanted praise. Even with his first love, childhood best friend, Lana Lang, not understanding himself just yet with his powers, kept him a bit distant fearing he could possibly cause harm. Other than that, he had it all. Good looks, intelligence, laidback and cool personality, kind and gentle soul, strength...need this go on?
One who could do whatever he wished, though he felt deep down something was missing. When his parents died in a car accident when he was 18, he felt even more so isolated from the social front and from love, moving to Metropolis after graduating college, becoming a reporter for the Daily Planet and debuting himself to the public as Superman. That feeling of something missing still weighed on him and even more as Superman. Though, he was determined to fight for the greater good and keep moving forward, in honor of his parents, both Kryptonian and adoptive.
Then that beautiful light of joy came to him in the middle of a battle, meeting the one and only Amazon Princess, Wonder Woman. He was spellbound the moment he first saw her.
A woman of perfection. She was a stubborn, fierce, take no nonsense yet compassionate woman who demanded world peace, love, and respect. That was already enough to interest him. She was captivating… alluring… fascinating. She was an obsession that he couldn't seem to get out his system.
It was instinctive… yet spontaneous. No matter where they are in the ends of the world, they would always, always find their ways to each other. Like magnets, they couldn't be separated as though it was their fate to be with each other.
She cared not for luxuries, didn't care for any one's affections, praise or acceptance. She was unapologetically confident within herself and faced challenges head on. There was this aura of strength and determination that surrounded her with each step she took. She was braver than any of the heroes and took lead into every battle.
They gradually became closer not only professionally but personally, too. The first time they trained together and went on patrol, he saw a side of her no one else saw.
Flashback: Watch Tower
Diana smirked before launching herself at him. The two clashed. There was something about the way they moved together that fueled the fire between the two of them. They didn't have to hold back.
"You're good. Even though you've never been properly trained," Diana said as she put her hand on her hip.
"Thanks," Kal smiled. "Though, I think our training sessions helps me out a bit, don't you think?"
Diana smirked. "Fight me. And we'll find out."
It happened in a matter of seconds. They dashed at each other and Diana began swinging her fists at him, hitting into his arm as he moved his arms, blocking her.
He swung back. Diana ducked and swept his feet making him hit his back on the mat. She looked down at him and grinned.
Kal jumped back up to his feet. They dashed at each other again and he grabbed her fist in his palm and pushed her back. Diana stumbled but caught herself and charged at Kal, slamming him onto the ground again. She straddled his waist and pressed his wrists into the mat.
"I'm starting to think you are doing this on purpose?"
"Doing what?"
"I don't want you to-" Diana stopped abruptly and gasped as she felt her body being turned around.
Kal forcefully, pushed her down, pinning her hands with his own. Diana felt the heat radiate from his body.
"Hold back? No. I'll never hold back with you," he smirked.
Diana stared into his eyes, suddenly lost in the moment. Her breathing became uneven.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"I'm fine," she replied. "You?"
"Better than ever..."
Kal let her go and stood up then reached out his hand for Diana to take. She smiled and took his hand. As she stood up, they stood close, Kal still holding her hand.
Flashback End
Oh how he fell so hard for this woman. He was finding himself changing, that intense feeling to protect and watch over her, even though he knew she didn't need him to. Never the less she saw his efforts. And appreciated them. Making his heart soar as he saw that kind, loving smile on her face.
Being that Kal had realized his feelings for Diana was rapidly evolving, he also developed a sense of jealousy when other men looked at her a certain way or tried to talk to her. She never gave any of them a time a day, though he still couldn't shake the feeling.
Flashback: Los Angeles - Charity Event
Clark Kent stood against the wall writing on his notepad. He looked up to see Diana Prince being surrounded by sleazy business men.
"Ms. Prince, you are quite lovely. It would be a pleasure if we could get more acquainted over dinner."
"I'm sorry, Mr. McCormick I-"
"Ms. Prince, why don't I show you-"
"Ms. Prince-"
Clark could see the discomfort, irritation and annoyance in her expression. He adjusted his glasses before walking over and making his way to Diana.
"Excuse me?"
Diana felt her face heat up as he took her hand and bowed to her.
"Ambassador Prince, I believe we were to have an interview?"
"Oh...um...yes."
He looked up at her with a smile and winked.
"Shall we go somewhere more quieter?"
She smiled back. "Yes, please."
"Excuse us, Gentlemen." Clark held her hand tighter guiding her out of the crowd.
They left out to a secluded stairway.
"Better, Ms. Prince?"
She couldn't stop blushing. "Thank you, Kal."
"Well of course, Diana. I could sense your uneasiness. Although, those guys deserved to get their asses kicked, wouldn't want your beautiful dress to be ruined with something so tedious."
"I think I would rather just go enjoy the night's breeze."
"I would gladly join you."
Staring at the lovely goddess before him, he adored the innocent blush scorching her cheeks.
Flashback End
Charlotte, North Carolina
"Alright... so what the hell is that suppose to be?!" Shazam asked as the League was approaching the city.
They saw a large dark grey cloud with what looked to be demon eyes.
"We are suppose to fight a cloud? Seriously?" Green Lantern said.
"No, it's someone there," Superman said.
"What?!"
"Lantern! Shield now!"
As Lantern created a shield around the league, Superman grabbed Wonder Woman shielding her with his cape. Surprised she looked up at him. He looked down with the most serious face she had ever seen.
"What the hell is-" Flash squinted from the Batjet.
Sharp blades hurdled towards them, slicing through the air.
"Raining knives?!"
"You will all perish under my reign!"
"Was that a pun?!" Shazam laughed.
"Focus, Billy," Wonder Woman said.
"Oh...yes, ma'am."
"I have a plan. Lantern try to move as close as you can." She then looked at Superman. "You have a clear visual. Heat vision distraction."
"Diana..."
"Do it."
"...Ok."
As Lantern tried to move closer, his sheild became weaker with the impact of blades.
"I don't know how long I can keep this up."
"Just a little bit closer."
"So the mighty Justice League hides?! What a shame."
"Look who's talking?!"
"I can't...hold...I-"
The shield bursted.
"Kal now!"
Superman quickly fired his heat vision hitting the menace clearing the way for Wonder Woman.
She smirked. "I knew it was you, Egon."
"Zeus' bastard daughter. What a pleasant supri-" said Egon as he was interrupted by Diana kicking him in the side of the head, knocking him straight down to fall to the ground.
"Damn! Nice hit, Wondy!"
"His name is Egon. A demon from the underworld overseen by Hades. Not sure how he managed to slip up to here."
"What do we need to do?"
"Lantern, Flash, Batman, make sure all areas are clear. Civilians are all safe. Superman and Shazam...with me. Let's give this demon the hell he so desperately is asking for."
Superman smirked. He was so taken by this beautiful, fierce, strong woman leading every way in every battle.
"Shazam, create a distraction."
"Yes ma'am!" He saluted flying off. "Hey ugly, come get this ass kicking!"
"Kal, you know what to do."
"Eyes on your every move as always, Gorgeous."
She smiled. "Be serious, Kal."
"Oh I am. I am very serious."
Wonder Woman blushed as she flew ahead of him.
Shazam chunked a car at Egon, however, a large battle ax appear slicing the car in half.
"Oh sh-"
"Shazam, move back."
Wonder Woman seemed to be head directly for Egon.
"Come to me, bastard daughter."
But to Egon's surprise, she then she vanished from sight.
"What?!"
Superman swung his right arm, knocking Egon into a nearby wall.
"How did you?" asked Egon as he fell to his knees. "You bastard!" yelled Egon as he got up and ran at Superman ready to throw punches.
Egon threw more blades in his direction. It was dodged with skillful ease.
"You are formidable, Alien, though, not as skilled as your master. I would be honored in combat with such a fighter."
"Oh? In that case, here I am!"
Egon was struck in the gut by Wonder Woman's shield, her foot sweeping his from beneath him. He fell to the ground quite painfully.
"So tell me, demon, what was your purpose? I've faced bigger more menacing demons than you could ever be. I was trained by the God of War himself and I have the strength of the Amazons running through my vains," Wonder Woman taunted him, clearly trying to get Egon riled up and off focus, but he said nothing back; only returning to her a steely glare of hate. "You are nothing."
With that, Egon finally lost his composure as he went in for a high attack with Wonder Woman quite easily parrying each of his advances, and decided to put an end to her attempt at offense and kneed Egon right in the gut, knocking him back onto the ground.
Egon smirked. "It's far from over...I won't lose!"
Egon uttered a single word and in an instant, he had a large battle ax in hand, engulf inflamed. He started swinging the ax of fire at Wonder Woman. However, Wonder Woman remained unscathed.
"Superman! Shazam! Now!"
Egon was left in utter disbelief as Superman and Shazam attacked him from behind. Superman's eyes glowed a dark red blasting with his heat vision as three rather large bolts of lightning from Shazam struck Egon with great force tearing open his black plate armor a slight bit, struggling to maintain consciousness.
Egon grit his teeth. "You...will...not-"
Before Egon could finish, Shazam and Superman punched him.
"Lesson learned, Egon. Never underestimate me nor the rest of the league. We are a pantheon of our own," said Wonder Woman as she kicked Egon in the head, knocking him out.
"Woohoo! We kicked demon ass! YES!" Shazam cheered.
"Now what do we do with him?" Superman asked.
"We call the messenger God to make the delivery back to the underworld."
"Who's that?"
"I call upon Hermes."
A flash of light then a very tall, lanky figured man with blue skin and feet of an eagle.
"Woah... bird-man!"
Hermes frowned as he bowed to Wonder Woman.
"You have summoned me, Diana?"
"Yes I-"
"So like...you're really Hermes? I pictured you much...much different."
As Shazam was about to touch Hermes, Hermes' staff appeared in his hand and he hit Shazam's hand.
"Hey! Ow!"
"Diana, who is this literal manchild?"
"Apologies, Hermes. He knows how to mind his manners, don't you, Billy?" She asked rhetorically raising her brow.
Billy quickly flew behind Superman to hide.
"I don't know what's worse, a punch or that look."
"Best not to try to test neither one, kid," Superman said.
"Hermes, as you can see we had an uninvited guest here. Would you be so kind as to take him back to the underworld. My message to Hades is to watch more closely of his minions."
"So be it, Diana."
A still unconscious Egon started to levitate and floated towards Hermes.
With a slight nod and a flash of light, Hermes vanished.
The cloudy grey sky slowly started to clear, opening up for the sun to shine brightly.
The league made sure everything was clear and civilians were unharmed before heading back to the tower for the debriefing.
WatchTower
"There seem to be numerous cases coming up involving magic, I've sent out the information to Constantine, Zatanna and the rest of the team. We need to stay alert and aware."
"Aren't we always, Bats? We just aren't as paranoid as you," Hal said.
Wonder Woman glanced at the time.
"If we are done here I must be on my way now."
"Why in a rush, Wondy? Date night?" Barry asked.
"Be sure the dude doesn't try anything funny. With Big Blue being bodyguard and all, last time that happened, dude was about to get decked!"
"Wait what?" Hal frowned. "What I miss?"
"Dude, you don't know?!"
"What? Barry, what the hell didn't you tell me."
"Wasn't my place."
"Billy, don't bring that up again. It wasn't a big deal," Diana said. She then glanced at Kal who had his fists clenched.
"Ah man, I gotta know now!"
"You were off with Lantern stuff but we went to that city hall banquet. Some drunken sleaze was following Wondy around, obviously not knowing who she was, and got a little handsy. Big Blue snatched the guy up so fast. Then the guy might have broke his hand trying to punch Big Blue."
"Billy, enough."
"What? It was funny and everyone applaud Big Blue for throwing the guy out. He was hitting on other women too."
"Ha! I would've love to see that. I'm not surprised at all either. Supes is like an overprotective boyfriend when it comes to Wondy."
"Enough!" Diana warned standing up.
"Oh, come on! Just joking...a little bit."
Diana rolled her eyes trying not to blush but her heart beat picked up a bit. Kal just remained silent although shooting glares at Hal and Billy.
Diana shook her head. "I can't deal with you all any longer. So immature."
She left out of the briefing room.
As Hal and Billy continued on with their jokes and teases, Kal couldn't wait a moment. He stood up and left out of the room.
"No need to deny. They have a thing for each other and can't even hide it," Hal laughed.
Barry shook his head. "You two really do act like insensitive idiots."
As Diana was walking the hall to her quarters, she gasped suddenly feeling strong hands on her hips stopping her in her tracks.
"Kal..."
"They're right," he whispered in her ear. "It's becoming harder and harder to try to hide how I feel about you, Diana."
"Kal, we-"
She paused feeling Kal move her hair to the side and planted a soft kiss on her neck. A chill went down her spine.
"The one thing I agree with...maybe I should call you my Mistress when we're training or in other situations. It'll be just between us. Would you mind?"
"I..." Diana took a deep breath still trying to keep her composure with him so close and still trying to wrap her head around the fact the he just kissed her neck. "No...I don't mind."
She breathed out slowly again feeling his lips against her shoulder.
"Good. As much as I want to, I won't hold you any longer."
Her body screamed for him as he let go. Diana slowly turned around to face him. She smiled and bit her lip.
"I should go."
"But you don't want to. I don't want you to."
"It's not a date, Kal."
"I know but it still doesn't change how I feel." He reached to caress her cheek.
"You'll be waiting for me?"
"If you want me to."
Diana smiled. "I have to go."
She slowly backed away from him and walked away to her quarters. Kal watched her with a sly grin.
Menton Restaurant
Diana sighed as she walked into the restaurant.
"Good evening, Ms."
"Good evening, I-"
"Ambassador Prince! Good Evening!"
She looked up and smiled politely. "Mr. Hathoway."
"Please, call me Nyles. Our table is over here."
"Oh...ok..."
Nyles pulled out her chair for her.
"Thank you."
"I have to say you look stunning. But that's a given."
"Thank you."
Diana could already feel the vibe from the way Nyles was looking at her. This is suppose to be a professional dinner, yet some men just can't help themselves.
After ordering, there was an awkward silence.
"So I have given more thought on your proposal..." He said trying to break the ice. "The location you are inquiring about. I believe we can move forward."
Diana smiled. "Really?! This is very much appreciated, Director. I-"
"Nyles."
Diana paused then slightly frowned then nodded. "Right. Nyles...this project means so much for the women and children who needs a safe haven."
"I admire your work ethic, Diana. Your determination."
"Thank you."
Nyles smiled. "You are very...very beautiful woman, Diana."
Diana glanced away. She was relieved when the waiter had finally came with their food.
For the rest of the time, there was more awkward silence with Diana not having much to say, however, Nyles kept trying to keep a conversation going as well as flirt.
Diana eventually tuned out not only Nyles, but everyone around, only focusing on the one person that has been occupying her mind for a long while, Kal-El. Gods, that man made her have feelings she never thought she could have and thoughts running through her mind that could possibly be inappropriate to speak of.
And the way he kissed her neck earlier. She could still feel his soft warm lips on her skin. She could still feel him all over. Maybe that was what he wanted. It's as if to mark her, letting her know how serious he is.
Upon finally finishing, Nyles paid for the dinner.
Diana had hoped an available taxi was waiting for her to have a chance to leave without any hesitation.
Walking out, no taxi in sight, she let out a sigh. She needed to figure out something before Nyles tried to hold her for much longer.
"Dinner, was quiet enjoyable, Diana. We should do it again sometime."
"Um...Well I have-"
"Excuse me, Mistress..."
Diana gasped, turning around, immediately recognizing the voice.
Clark Kent stood there clad in a tailored and elegant black tuxedo. Diana raised her brow curious as to what he was up to.
"I will do better with timing. Apologies for having you wait."
"Your driver, Diana?"
"Well he's my-"
"I'm Clark Kent, Madame Prince's driver, bodyguard, and...whatever else she wants and needs me to be. I am at her every service as she hired me to be."
Nyles frowned. "You look familiar."
"Oh, really?" Clark questioned as he adjusted his glasses.
"You look exactly like that reporter from Metropolis. Name seems familiar too."
Clark smiled. "Well, yes, I am that reporter as well. But there's nothing wrong with having multiple jobs, right?"
"No, it's not. Quite impressive actually."
"It's getting late. I should get Madame Prince home."
"Ah, well Diana, we'll talk more soon."
She nodded slightly. "Good night, Nyles."
"Mistress..." Clark smiled at Diana.
Diana smiled back and latched onto his arm as they walked to a moonbeam color Bentley Flying Spur.
Clark opened the back passenger side door for her.
When Diana gave him a hesitant look, he only gave a her another reassuring smile and wink.
Diana smiled back again and got in. Clark went around to the driver side and got in, driving off, leaving Nyles still utterly bewildered.
"Are you going to explain, Clark?"
"What would you like for me to explain?"
"How did you know where I would be? The time to be there? The car and tuxedo? What are you up to?"
"I'm always watching over you, Diana...even if I'm miles away."
"So you mean you have Bruce or Vic keeping tabs?"
"No, I mean, super hearing comes in handy listening to your heartbeat. I think my arrival might have been a bit of luck. As for the tux and car...well I had to look the part."
"This is yours? It's a very different feeling seeing you drive than fly."
"Just borrowing it for the night. Superman helped out the dealership owner about a year ago so asked a favor to help out Clark Kent."
"That's nice. And so what is it you have planned for the rest of the night?"
"So you're saying I have you for the rest of the night?"
Diana blushed and smiled. "Yes."
Clark pulled up to a parking meter.
"What are you doing, Kal?"
He got out of the car and walked to Diana's side opening her door.
"How about we take a stroll. Enjoy seeing the nightlife?"
Diana took his hand getting out of the car. After Clark closed and locked the doors, he pulled Diana to him. Always and only to him.
Diana giggled. "Kal?"
He wanted her to be his only. The only woman he wanted to love, to kiss, and touch.
"See? You make the lights shine even brighter," he said as his other hand slides down to hold her hand; lifting it up so he can press an almost non-existent kiss at the back of her palm.
He wanted all of her, every single part of her body. And his intense… greed to claim was so intense and concentrated that he might detonate any coming minute.
"You are breathtaking, Diana."
"You've turned the charm up to another notch."
The temperature of her skin spiked even more when his eyes narrowed to her parted lips… down to her smooth throat and further down to her chest.
"Just letting you know how serious I am. But I told you... I'll show you just as much too."
"I trust you."
He nodded and leaned forward to press a soft kiss on her forehead.
If they weren't in a comfortable silence, enjoying the city's night life as they took in the beauty of golden lights illuminating from buildings, the two shared a moment of hearty laughter, drawing brief, curious glances from others. Smells of delicious food came from restraunts and food stands that cater people who were on the night out in the city. Party-goers were seen walking down the streets, most likely traveling to the next big dance party. Of course, being in a big city, there was no escaping constant loud noises originating from vehicles, construction sites, police sirens, and the occasional loud pedestrians. But it is part of the charm of living the city life.
"I know there's still a lot for me to learn about man's world. I'm glad my experiences are with you, Kal. You make everything so magical for me and I'm so happy," Diana mused as they walked on down the sidewalk.
Clark nodded. "I'm glad that I can make you happy. That makes me happy."
Sometime after, they eventually reached the Boston public garden.
"This is absolutely gorgeous…" Diana practically awing at the sights around her.
The moonlight reflected of the causing the water to glisten and sparkle while the whole garden was dimly lit by light posts creating a romantic vibe.
Clark looked at Diana. Her bright cerulean blue eyes and those luscious red lips parting as if she wanted a kiss, a kiss he couldn't ever deny. He pulled her closer to him.
"What are you doing now, Kal-El?" Diana asked, smirking.
Holding her chin up, he says, "I can't... resist."
He stooped down to place a soft kiss on the skin where her neck and shoulder meets. Diana gasped and her eyes went wide. She didn't know what to do, if she even wanted to do anything.
Supposedly, it was just a simple kiss. But the taste of her skin was enough to drive Clark senseless that he couldn't stop himself from biting her… from marking her… to showcase she was his Diana, his Goddess, his Mistress and that nobody else can contest that.
After he's done, he looked up into her eyes, his eyes burning with different emotions. Love. Passion. Lust.
"This is the sec-"
He bent forward and kissed her, to silence her; reveling in the taste of her. It was the most amazing kiss ever, soft and warm. He kissed her gently and slowly, like he's feeling every movement. Diana responded by kissing him in the same intensity, her mouth welcoming him. Gentle. Slow. Sweet.
Finally leaning away, Clark smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"It's getting even later. I should get you to Julia's."
"Don't try to brush off what you just did."
"I'm not. I'll do it again...and again. But my beautiful Mistress needs her rest."
"You are very persistent with this and I can't resist playing along."
Clark planted a soft kiss on her forehead again as he interlocked their fingers for them to walk back to the car hand in hand.
This time Clark opened the front passenger door for her.
The drive was quiet. When he stopped at a red light, he took her hand into his, interlocking their fingers.
When they arrived at Julia's, Clark got out of the car to open the door for Diana. He walked with her up to the porch. Diana unlocked the door, but didn't open it to go inside yet.
"So what do I owe you for your service tonight?"
"Just you being happy, Diana."
Clark leaned over and kissed her cheek. Diana held her breath. She thought that he was going to kiss her lips.
When he pulled back slightly, she stared at him.
"Kal," she said.
"Yeah?"
"Nevermind," she said shaking her head.
Clark smirked as he leaned in and kissed her lips softly.
"Good night, Di."
She couldn't stop smiling. "Good night, Kal."
She watched him as he walk to the car and got in. She waved as he drove off and once inside, she sighed lovingly leaning against the door. Dians couldn't stop her heart from fluttering nor her mind from racing.
Sometimes, love takes you further away from your plan. Love was something that could happen at any given time at any place, and anywhere at all. Love was so mysterious, and so amazing, like joining a rollercoaster of adventure. Life itself has its own mixes and twists, some of which make being loved a series of complications and mixed emotions.
"Diana?"
"Oh! Julia, I'm sorry. It's so late. I didn't mean to wake up?"
Julia smiled walking down stairs. "No. I was actually still up with last minute lesson plans changes."
"Need any assistance?"
"Oh, it's fine." Julia then noticed a red mark on Diana's neck. She raised her brow. "I see you and Clark have moved things along."
Diana gasped and quickly covered her neck with her hand.
"Julia, Kal and I...we..."
"I was young and have been in love before."
"I've never felt this before, Julia. Kal has been completely honest with me about how he feels. He isn't rushing or pressuring me. I trust him and I do...love him."
"Then don't fight against your feelings, Diana. Though, you aren't putting much up of a fight anyway."
Diana blushed and laughed.
For the next few days, Diana had received small gifts that only Kal would think of and love notes at her office.
"Sometimes at night, I lay there drowning out every other sound across the world only listening to the rhythm of your breathing and the sound of your heartbeat because it fills me with happiness. But I wish to be there with you."
Diana read the note over and over again. This man knew exactly how to make her heart soar and sing to the high heavens being such a hopeless romantic.
After a long day at the embassy and otherworldly dealings on Mount Olympus and the spiritual realm, Diana just wanted to relax for the rest of the evening.
She hasn't heard from Kal just yet. He must have still been on his mission in Beijing.
Superman flew from Beijing heading to London.
"I have to tell her tonight. I want to move forward with her."
"We got everything handled, Clark. Communicators will be offline."
"Thanks, Bruce."
Clark made his way to Diana's.
Clark took a deep breath as he rung the doorbell.
Diana opened the door and saw him just standing on the door step, leaning up against the side of her house with his charming smile. Her presence was already more than enough but just being by her side made him feel so much more grateful.
"Good evening, Mr. Kent."
"Good evening, Madame Prince."
Diana stepped aside and he immediately stepped in and shut the door, locking it behind him.
"So what can I do for you, Kal?"
"I should be asking you that."
"You've already done so much. And thank you for the lovely gifts, especially the one of today. And your note." Diana smirked. "Were you hinting at coming here tonight with that?"
"Of course. I want to be at your service all night...every night."
"So what do we do now?"
He wraps an arm more firmly around her. She's flushed against him, his other arm between her and the wall and she's pressing into him in all the right places.
"This."
Diana watches and waits, because she wants him to make the first move. She's willing to be tempted and seduced so she's letting him run the show.
Clark nuzzled along her cheekbone, letting his tongue play with her earlobe before pressing a gentle kiss just beneath it. Her body jerked at the feeling and her eyes slide closed. Her hands clenched at his shirt.
Diana was suddenly lost in a haze of Clark's tongue and teeth because he's sliding along her neck, paying special attention to any spot that gets a reaction out of her. She's quivering by the time he pulls away, sliding both hands up to cup her face as he fuses his mouth to hers. This time, she gives as good as she gets, responding and twining her left hand through his hair. She holds him to her mouth and he stumbles them through the short hallway to the living room.
When she hits the arm of her couch, she laughs slightly against him. He smiles back, dimples and all, taking the break of their kiss as carte blanche to look at her.
Then his hand slides up and around, his other still settled on the arm of the couch at her hip. He's going to be patient about this, he's going to take this slow, because it's what they both need, want and sure as hell deserve.
Diana's hand on his cheek brings his focus back to her face. Her free hand slipping beneath his shirt. She moaned feeling his rock solid abs.
Clark smirked and pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the floor. Diana's shirt came off next and he was more breathless than her at the sight of her exposed skin...all his for the taking.
Diana gasped and giggled as Clark yanked her off the support of the arm, whirling them until he was sitting and she was standing over him. Diana slid a knee on either side of his hip. They're in direct contact now, and she can feel the bulge in his pants pushing against her. It's so right that she gasps and slides, spearing heat through her veins. When she finally meets his eyes, he grasps her hips. His hands make sure she's lined up correctly and his mouth goes to work at her neck and shoulder as she moves against him.
Clark loved the fact that everytime he touched a new area, Diana groaned louder. He slid his lips up her throat and finally capturing her lips. He touched her lower lip with his tongue, tracing the shape of her parted lips. Her moans caused to heighten his emotions.
"We will need something bigger, Diana. The sofa is too small. You know, I'll need more space to work on my Mistress." He laughed and then continued, "In our state right now, the sofa might break down if we continue this here," he said jokingly with a grin.
Diana smirked and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Take me."
Clark leaned in and kissed Diana tenderly, yet passionately. Diana kissed him back with equal emotion and care.
He gripped her ass, holding her as Diana wrapped her legs around his waist, when he stood up. Clark didn't hesitate to leave his marks on her skin as he delivered her to the bedroom. He laid her down gently; the mattress gratifyingly soft. Her hair spread out like a halo and her face so angelic. She wants the rest of their clothes off, wants bare skin on bare skin.
"Kal, undress me," she said softly.
He towered above her. "As you wish, my Mistress. But I'm going to take my time worshipping you. Is that okay?"
Diana nodded slowly and gave him a reassuring smile.
She loved the way Clark moved, he never fumbles, so sure of himself.
He unbuttons her shorts, sliding them down her long smooth sexy legs.
She was a sight to behold. His lips curved into a genuine smile that made his eyes sparkle.
They're both feverish now, Diana half-naked, the only thing covering her upper body is the flimsy lacy bra, her erected nipples can be seen and a very thin thong.
She arched when he spreads his palm over her back, covering her bra clasp, unhooking her bra with ease.
He holds her eyes while he slides the straps down her bare arms and the bra drops away quickly. Her breath catches as her breasts are revealed, full voluptuous supple size. Clark's hands stroke over her shoulders, then her collarbone. He stared at Diana's body and then continued to kiss her collarbone down to the valley between her breasts. Every kiss, lick and suck made her groan and purr which only fuels Clark's excitement.
He leaned down, tracing her skin. Her breath hitched again and her hands slide into his hair. His mouth felt good against her, brilliant against her. His hand sliding up to cup her breasts he's already worshipping and her head tilts back as he kissed around its peak.
She's primed for it, waiting for it, but she still cries out when he licks her, rolling her harden nipple with his warm tongue, teasing her as waves of pleasure rippled through her core. She closed her eyes in ecstasy. As Clark sucked both of her nipples greedily, she was beyond the point of return now.
He laughs, low and dark making her entire body shiver. Then he pays homage to her right breast before switching to the left, and the heat in her abdomen curls tighter.
She whimpers when he pulls away and he grins up at her flushed face, the red hue of her chest and the glazed expression. When she felt Clark's kiss and tongue again on her areola she could not resist the pleasure that was so good. The hot breath, the tickle of his lips, the wetness of his tongue. It feels so good.
"Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Mmmmm.. Kal, Kal, ahhh. More, more."
Clark continued to lick and suck.
"Oh, yes...yes...Ahhh.. More, more… Mmm."
Clark proceeded to kissing her stomach, touching with his hands too on his way down. Only a thin layer of lace now separated him from his awaited treasure. The fabric bore into her skin as it resisted before coming undone from Clark's strength, ripping it apart.
Diana's breath hitched as his mouth came down on her sex. She quivered when she felt Clark's tongue at the base of her entrance, sucking out her overflowing juices. Clark groaned, memorizing her taste as he explored every inch of her crevices. Over and over, again his hot talented tongue had lashed and penetrated deep within her.
Diana's taste and scent was driving him insane. She ran her hands through his hair. It took every ounce of self-control she possessed not to climax as she felt a series of spasms that threaten to erupt from her core. Clark was so close to making her come. Diana's fingers dug tightly into the bed sheets, heat radiating over her body, but his persistent tongue did not falter until he brought her over the edge.
"Oh GODS! CLARK!"
Diana screamed out his name as he drank her in. Her hips bucked wildly against him. Clark's mouth became coated with the taste of her orgasm on his tongue.
He smirked, as he swallowed all of her essence. A warm blush crept through Diana's cheeks as she lay gasping for breath.
She's sensitive when his fingers reach her and so damn responsive. Her body bows, her eyes open and her breath catches once again. It's a thrill, to him, that he can make her do this, respond like this. He takes his time exploring, stroking, rubbing, circling, discovering what she likes and what is still too sensitive. Eventually, he comes up with a pattern that has her gasping above him.
"Clark...Gods."
He grinned, full-on with dimples. She's so hot and wet against his hand that he doesn't voice the comment. Instead, two fingers slip easily into her depths and her body bucks then stills. She waits, paused impaled on his fingers, trying to figure out what he's going to do next. He holds still, knowing she'll get impatient eventually.
Sure enough, a breath later and she's twisting on his fingers until she gasps, then his free hand cups her rear as he searches, rubs, and finds the spot inside her that sends her careening over the edge of orgasm.
Clark plants kisses on every part of Diana, marking her as his own. Diana moaned with pleasure as Clark spread her legs wider. She can't explain the feel of his touch. Clark was the one who could make her lose control like this.
He started moving his fingers back and forth, slowly at first then getting faster
"AHHHHH! KAL! AHHHHHHHHH!"
As he expected, gushes of juices came out.
"AHHHHHH.. CL-CLARK! KAL! AHHHHH!"
Clark thrusted his fingers farther inside her, more of her juices came out.
"Kal!" Diana is panting loudly, gripping the bed sheets tightly again.
He continued with his intense explorations not stopping to let Diana catch her breath.
"OOOHHHHH! AHHHHH! GODS!"
He was giving her so much pleasure. More panting and grasping for air but Clark evokes reactions of pleasure.
Gushes of liquids still flows freely from her but Clark is not stopping, he's enjoying this.
"OOHHHHH! KAL!"
Clark retracted his fingers from her dripping wetness.
"Oh...by the Gods...," she said when she finally caught her breath.
Meeting his gaze, she saw a sexy smile lingered on his lips.
A moment later, Clark got up from the bed. Diana sits up a bit on her elbows and watches him as he takes off his pants and boxers.
She gasped and bit her lip when his well endowed length came into view. She felt herself growing wetter for him. A primal instinct took over her then. She needed him inside now.
Clark chuckled. His Goddess was simply adorable. Climbing back onto the bed, he follows when she falls back to the pillows, Diana's hands cupped his cheeks while he supported himself above her shoulders. She reads him well, spreading her thighs, cradling him in the arc of her pelvis. He settles comfortably against her, feeling the curves and dips of her body against his and absorbing the fact that he's here, she's here and it's something more than anything.
He's hard against her and she's slick against him. Their skins flushed, eyes dilated, breathing erratic, hearts furiously beating as one. They both let their hands wander at the same time, stroking bare skin.
Clark kisses her now swollen lips softly. He kissed her neck, jaw line, cheeks, eyes and nose before claiming her lips again. He kissed her deeper, nibbling on her lower lip every now and then. He proceeded to kissing the area behind her left ear. He kisses, licked and sucked there, leaving a new love mark.
He raised his head, stroked Diana's hair, then looked at her eyes with sincerity.
He slowly guided his shaft, grinding his hard length against her entrance, before he plunged into her.
Diana felt the small rush of elation, awakening the dormant senses. Eyes closed of ecstasy as she felt a pool of wetness trail between her thighs.
Instead of moving immediately, Clark waited until she was well-adjusted.
"Di, look at me," he cooed.
She struggled to open her eyes but once she did, he captivated her sole attention. She nodded, her breasts heaving. When she finally relaxed, Clark started moving. He slowly moved backward and forward.
He continued his slow pace, gauging her reaction.
Diana moaned and gripped Clark's back, pulling him closer.
"Clark..." she breathed, never feeling anything like this. A feeling she can't describe with just bliss, happiness.
Diana moaned at Clark's movement, fueling Clark's sexual desires.
He kissed her passionately.
It's a warm, wet glide that has Diana throwing her head back, panting harshly while Clark just tries to remember how the hell to breathe.
She starts to move against him when she's adjusted to the feel of him and he realizes that he's got his own part to play. His hands now gripping her hips, pinning her hips to the bed, chuckling at the little mewl that escapes her throat. Then he's thrusting in earnest and she's meeting every thrust with one of her own.
It's him, it's her, it's them and it's a dream come true.
"Kal," she whispers as she clenches around him. "Kal."
"I got you, Di," he whispers back against her ear.
Her breath stutters, then her eyes open wide and her body tenses and she's over the edge for a third time. She takes him with her and they're clutching each other by the time he manages to gather his head again.
When they're already both accustomed, he thrusted into her harder making her moan louder and arch her back into him again. On its own accord, her legs tightened around his waist making him hiss in pleasure.
"OHHH! Yes! Mmmhhh. Ahhhh!"
Clark smiled, pleased by her reaction, thrusting harder and harder. The friction was unbelievable. He closed his eyes, the pleasure is making him crazy. Diana is moaning and screaming, wanting him not to stop. Their hips swaying in rhythm, enjoying their moment.
Clark groped for her left breast, sucking on it while still thrusting forward and backward feeling Diana's tight insides. He did the same with her right breast, hungrily sucking. Diana's arms wrap around his neck pulling him closer, urging him on. They're in a war of emotions: love, lust, passion and urgency combined.
Clark bit her nipple gently as Diana pulled Clark's hips towards her, his jabbing thrusts sent pleasure to them.
The bed is squeaking, he was right, if they continued this on the sofa, it would've broke down. The bed kept hitting the wall harder and loudly, as he continued to ram inside her. Diana gripped his back, nails digging into it once again.
They continued to satisfy their needs.
Diana pants and screams loudly, arching her back. But she can't let Clark stop, he's hitting her G-Spot, Clark knew he was hitting her spot, thrusting harder and it feels so damn. Again, he groped for her breasts, he sucked on it loudly, stroking and squeezing it every now and then. When he's not busy with her breasts, he claims her mouth.
The pleasure is maddening. Still moving through the unbearable heat of her climax, he doesn't give her time to recover.
He flipped them over so Diana was on top. Her palms rested on his chest for support as she moved against him, guiding her along the hard length of him. Diana felt his warm big hands squeezed your bare ass, helping her move faster. His firm grip had no doubt left temporary faint marks against her delicate skin.
As Diana moved up and down, in synchronization with the movement of her big breasts. Clark lifted his hand and groped for her breasts, squeezing and stroking it feeling its softness. Both of them moaning with pleasure.
Diana leaned down, pressing her breasts against his chest, and her forehead into his neck. Clark closed his eyes closed as his head arched into the pillow. He felt her hot lips on his throat nibbling gently on his adam's apple. She let out a groan sending a tickling sensation down his throat that mixed with the pleasure somewhere in his gut.
Their tongues met each other, exploring one another. Giving into the pleasure, Diana moaned in his mouth.
Clark flipped them over again, and continued his surging thrusts inside her hitting her g-spot again making her scream and want more. The bed banged louder against the wall. They could feel it coming, their orgasm. They rode through the waves of orgasm.
Being with each other is still so much better than it has any right to be. Cerulean blue eyes meets ocean blue. Diana whispers Clark's name in reverence as his mouth eagerly crashes down to hers; his fingers running possessively over her skin in futile attempt to caress and possess all of her.
Diana lets out a breathless moan as she climaxes while he buries his face against the crook of her neck; softly biting on her skin as he pours himself inside her.
Nothing can dampen the way it feels to be inside her: her warm breath, her warm skin, the comforting weight of her hands on his back and the feeling of her: soft, warm and tight around him.
He was lost in her. Covered by nothing but her and also seeking to cover her with nothing but himself… to fill her with him and to mark each other with nothing but themselves so thoroughly that there can never be denial that everything about about one another belongs solely to each other.
By the time they're really tired, it's already dawn. They can't remember how many rounds of love making they had. Love marks all over her body, so much pleasure and bliss. They cuddled with each other, kissing lightly, and stroking each other's naked body. Diana heard Clark utter sweet nothings to her before she drifted off to sleep.
He laughed at her lovingly, giving her and himself time to rest as he watch her sleep beside him.
He can't even imagine it, all night till dawn of sex. Ahhh. So pleasurable. They'll continue later, especially knowing there won't be any interruptions. If Clark would be asked, he'll gladly make love to Diana nonstop all and every day and night. But it would still all depend on Diana, he wanted her to be comfortable and happy.
Nearing to afternoon actually, Clark was awakened by the rays of light coming from the windows. Diana is still sleeping, her head pressed against his chest. He stroked her hair lightly, moving with caution because he doesn't want to disturb her in her rest.
He noticed that the bed had moved in its position since they started last night. This means they were indeed pretty wild.
He watches her; the faint sunlight casting shadows across her peacefully asleep face, sharpening her features. In a simple instance, he was captivated yet again. Clark ran his fingers on the exposed skin of her shoulders… down to her arms and back up to caress her warm cheek.
He was still seeking answers to his questions the way he seeks and craves her attention. He was wretchedly in love with her but none of it could answer the providential query of why he is still seeking for her despite having her.
It was something so much more deeper than he realized. Something more akin to affection than passing infatuation. He was smitten and he couldn't stop himself from feeling so. He is drawn to her… he cannot and will never be able to resist her and her power over his will is far more unconditional more than any known and unknown force in this world. And it all comes down to him with the force of a wild and violent tidal wave. He surrenders only to her. His Goddess, his mistress, his wonder, his woman, his Diana.
When she moves as if to shift away from him, his hands automatically and alertly wraps around her; dragging her back to him so they were skin-to-skin. Diana moans softly and, by instinct, wraps her arm around his waist; burying her face more against his exposed chest, her neck revealing more of the love bites he'd placed upon her creamy sun-kissed skin.
Clark didn't move until he was certain that she was peacefully asleep again. And when she was unconscious of the world again, he kissed the top of her head.
"I love you, Diana," he whispered.
He wasn't expecting any response from her since she was sleeping.
But he was suddenly taken aback when Diana moaned a soft "Love you, too," against his chest.
Clark was still for a moment. When Diana finally opened her eyes, she looked directly into his eyes, a soft gorgeous smile touching her lips.
"For you will always be mine, Kal-El."
"Forever and always, my beautiful Mistress," he smiled back and he tilted her chin, his lips capturing hers once more.