Conversations: Late Night and Late Morning

Inspired Junetober's "Talk Until The Morning"

1:00 A.M.

Diana lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing with thoughts of her upcoming meetings with the UN, a lecture at Boston University, and her duties as Wonder Woman. The weight of her responsibilities felt overwhelming, and sleep seemed impossible.

She sighed deeply, her thoughts drifting to Clark. His presence always brought her a sense of peace and comfort. She could almost feel his strong arms around her, his soothing voice whispering reassurances. Diana closed her eyes, imagining the warmth of his embrace, the way his eyes sparkled with love and understanding.

Unable to resist the longing any longer, she reached for her phone and hesitated for a moment before dialing Clark's number.

"Hey, Di. What are you still doing up?" Clark's deep, soothing voice came through the line, instantly wrapping her in a sense of peace and comfort.

"I'm sorry to call like this at this hour. Were you asleep?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry.

Clark's reassuring tone was filled with tenderness. "No, I don't need much sleep if any. Even if I was, I'll always answer when you call."

Diana closes her eyes, letting the sound of his voice wash over her.

"I was hoping you could come over? I want you with me tonight."

Without hesitation, he simply says, "I'm on my way."

The moonlight bathes Diana's balcony in a soft, silver glow. She stands there, lost in thoughts and within moments, she hears a gentle whoosh. Turning around, she sees Clark landing gracefully on her balcony, dressed in a simple white undershirt and navy blue sweatpants.

His presence is magnetic. Diana's gaze travel over his body, mesmerized by the sheer strength and handsomeness he exudes. The undershirt clung to his chiseled chest and broad shoulders, highlighting every muscle. The sweatpants hugged his muscular legs just right, accentuating his strong thighs and calves. The soft fabric seemed to mold perfectly to his form, highlighting his athletic build in a way that was both casual and incredibly attractive. The moonlight accentuated the contours of his physique, making him look almost ethereal. Diana's breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of him, her heart racing.

"Clark," she whisper, her voice filled with a mix of seduction and admiration.

He smiled, his eyes filled with warmth.

Clark takes in the sight of her, bathed in moonlight, taking his breath away. The delicate fabric of her nightgown clung to her curves, accentuating her graceful form leaving little to the imagination, and he felt a rush of desire and affection.

He admired her strength, her grace, and the unwavering determination that defined her. But in this moment, he also saw her vulnerability she rarely showed to the world. It made him love her even more.

Diana reaches out, her fingers lightly tracing the muscles of his arm. "I know it's really late…," her voice barely audible.

A shiver of anticipation ran through Clark knowing that this extraordinary woman wanted to share the night with him. Her touch was gentle, yet it ignited a fire within him. Every moment with her was a reminder of how lucky he was to have found someone who understood him so completely.

"The last few weeks have been stressful. Don't ever feel like you have to hesitate to call no matter the time."

"You can get here in a matter of minutes, I know, but it's still miles away."

"Doesn't matter. I'll be right where you want me to be."

The air between them crackle with shared emotions.

"Our relationship isn't easy with being so busy and the distance. I miss you more than you can imagine."

"I miss you, too, Di. But, the good thing is that there's no traffic in the sky, and no worries about plane tickets. Having the ability to fly definitely has its advantages. Especially when my beautiful lady wants to have a late-night 'talk'."

Diana laughed as his playful grin.

He cup her face in his hands. His fingers gently tracing the outline of her face, his touch sending shivers down her spine. As he lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, Diana close her eyes savoring the sensation.

Clark wanted to protect her, to cherish her, and to share every part of his life with her. The kiss he placed on her forehead was a promise, a silent vow of his unwavering love and devotion.

In that moment, nothing else mattered, as they stand there, wrapped in each other's presence, the world seemed to fade away. Clark's hands move to her waist, pulling her closer. Diana could feel the heat radiating from his body, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

They were just two souls deeply in love, finding solace in each other's arms.

Diana's breath hitch as she look up at him. She could see the love and admiration in his eyes, mirroring her own feelings. She could feel the intensity of his gaze, the unspoken words that passed between them.

"Kal," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion.

He leans in, his lips hovering just inches from hers.

"Diana," his voice a low, husky whisper. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the air thick with the promise of what was to come.

And then, in a moment that felt both timeless and fleeting, their lips met. The kiss, soft at first, a gentle exploration of each other's emotions. But as the seconds passed, it deepened, becoming more passionate and urgent. Clark's hands move to cradle her face again, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her impossibly closer.

Diana responds with equal fervor, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed herself against him. The kiss was a perfect blend of gentleness and desire. It was a kiss that spoke of love, of promises made and kept, of a future they would build together.

When they finally pull apart, both breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. The world came back into focus. The night air, cool against their flushed skin, and the sounds of the city below gently reminded them of where they were. Clark's eyes remain locked on Diana's filled with awe. His breath still coming in soft, uneven gasps. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

Diana's heart was pounding, her mind swirling with the intensity of their kiss. She smile up at Clark, her eyes shining with happiness.

"I have to admit, I do take pride in being one of the reasons for that gorgeous smile."

"You know all the right things to say and do," she whisper, blushing. "By Gods…" she put her head down feeling even more flustered from the look he was giving her.

When Diana looks into Clark's eyes, she feels as if time stands still. His eyes, deep and expressive, hold a universe of emotions that she can get lost in.

Clark chuckle softly, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. He gently lift her chin, his eyes searching hers for a moment before he lean in to kiss her again.

Diana's fingers traced the lines of the muscles of his biceps.

"Come inside," she says against his lips.

Clark smirk. "Gladly."

Diana took his hand as they went inside her bedroom. Clark closed the door behind them.

Diana slowly let his hand go, making her way to the bed. She crawl up the middle of the bed waiting for him.

Clark immediately took off his shirt and sweatpants, tossing them to the chaise in the corner of the room.

He was left in only a pair of boxer briefs. His strong, sculpted muscular frame was illuminated by the moonlight, a sight to behold. Every contour of his body a testament to his Kryptonian heritage and growing up working on the farm in Smallville.

Diana's heart skip a beat. She bither lip and her cheeks flushed with a warm blush. She had seen him like this countless of times, but there was something profoundly intimate about seeing him like this and every time is like the first, so real and unguarded.

She marvels at his strength and the gentle soul beneath that powerful exterior. His presence exudes warmth and safety, making her feel both protected and deeply connected to him.

As she gazes at him, a soft smile forms on her lips. She appreciated not just his physical beauty but the kind and loving man he is. In that moment, she is reminded of how lucky she is to have him by her side, and her love for him grows even stronger.

Clark moved to sit in the middle of the bed with her and took her hands in his. Gently, he pulls her towards him. She let out a light, melodic giggle as she straddle his lap, her eyes sparkling with affection. Clark places a gentle kiss to her neck and began to slowly rub up and down her thighs.

"Hey…Talk to me, Di. What's bothering you?"

"Sometimes I worry that I'm not doing enough," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "The world is so vast, and there are so many people who need help. I fear that no matter how hard I try, it will never be enough."

Clark listen intently, his eyes filled with understanding.

"Diana, you do more than anyone could ever ask for. Your dedication and compassion inspire so many people, including me."

Diana sigh, feeling a bit lighter but still burdened. "I also fear failing those who depend on me. The meetings, the lectures, my duties as Wonder Woman... There's so much being expected of me."

Clark gently squeezes her hand. "It's natural to feel that way, especially with so much on your plate. But remember, you're not alone. You have family, allies, friends, and me. I believe in you, and I'm here to support you."

She nod, tears welling up in her eyes. "I feel so guilty for not going home. It's been over six months, Kal. I miss my home, my mother, and my sisters. But every time I think about visiting, I'm pulled back…piled with more responsibilities here."

Clark wrap his arms around her, holding her close. "It's okay to miss home, Diana. It's okay to say no to take time for yourself. You've told me plenty of times, it's not an act of selfishness. You deserve to recharge and reconnect. It doesn't make you any less of who you are as an Ambassador, a professor or Wonder Woman."

Then, Clark shifted to a more serious tone, opening up about his own struggles. "You know of all my moments of doubt. I know how it feels to have the weight of the world on your shoulders, and it becomes overwhelming. But I have my parents, even Bruce but more importantly you to remind me that I don't have to carry it all alone. So I'm here for you, always. You and I, Diana, are partners through and through."

Diana nods. "For so long, I've had to depend on myself and hold so much in while so many others depend on me."

"It's okay to ask for help when you need it. It's okay to let it all go for as long as you have to because I'm here. Lean on me, just as I lean on you. Let me help take away those stresses and worries."

Diana gently caressing his cheek, she lean in, her lips brushing softly against his in a kiss that spoke volumes of their deep connection. Pulling back slightly, she look into his eyes, her expression one of pure love and appreciation.

"You are such good man, Kal and so good to me," she says softly. "I am so proud to have you in my life, not just as my best friend, but as the man I love."

Clark's heart overflowed with gratitude and affection.

"Diana, I am honored and grateful for you every day."

He began to place soft kisses all over her face and neck, each kiss a promise of his unwavering love. As he whisper sweet nothings into her ear, his hands move gently over her body, caressing her with a touch that was both tender and passionate. He kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her nose.

Diana closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of his lips and hands.

"You always know how to make me feel better."

Her own hands traced over his muscles.

Clark continued to hold her close, his hands gently rubbing her back. "That's because you mean so much to me," he says steadily and sincerely. "I know you, Diana. Every part of you. I'm grateful that you've opened up to me the way that you have. I'll never take that for granted. I'm going to do all I can for you. I love you."

Diana leaned in, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss that spoke volumes. They hold each other close, their hearts beating in perfect harmony, cherishing the love that had brought them together.

"You being my arms, showering you with kisses and making you feel better is one of my greatest joys."

Diana giggled, her laughter like music to his ears. "I feel so spoiled," she admits. "But I do revel in being showered with your kisses."

As their conversations continued and more kisses shared, Diana got lost in his eyes as he made jokes, his humor lightening her mood even more. Clark's gentle humor and unwavering support helped Diana see her challenges in a new light, making them seem more manageable.

The moonlight continued to bathe the room in its gentle glow, casting a serene ambiance over them. The night seemed to stretch on forever, a perfect moment suspended in time.

Clark couldn't help but smile every time she spoke. Her eyes sparkled, reflecting the love she felt for him. She gently twirled the curl that always fell onto his forehead, a playful smile on her lips. Clark's hands found their way to the small of her back, his touch gentle and reassuring. They were lost in each other, the world outside forgotten.

Hours pass like minutes. Their conversations flowed naturally, talking about everything and nothing, filled with moments of vulnerability, laughter, and deep connection.

"Sometimes I do wonder how we manage this," she said softly, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "Being so far apart, yet feeling so close."

Clark smiled, his hand gently stroking her hair. "Like you said. It's not always easy with wanting time to be more on our side. But I think it's because we both know how much we mean to each other. Distance is just a minor inconvenience when it comes to us. When we can have nights like this or even a full day to relax, we cherish that to the fullest. But I also don't mind the time we can be together on missions."

"You're right. And I wouldn't trade what we have for anything."

They fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that only comes from a deep understanding.

After a few moments, Clark spoke again. "Do you ever think about the future, Diana? About what it might look like for us?"

Diana smiled, a dreamy look in her eyes. "All the time. I imagine things slowing down a bit for us and not too much of pressures."

Clark nod slightly. "I want to be able to come home to you more often. Have you in my arms, watch you sleep, wake up next to you, share our mornings, and face the world together."

Diana's heart swelled with love. "That sounds perfect."

Clark's hands move in slow, soothing, deliberate circles on her back. His hands then move up her arms to her shoulders, his fingers working through the tension in her muscles. His touch was firm yet tender, each movement filled with care.

As he move to her neck, Clark's fingers trace gentle circles, easing the knots that had formed. Diana's breath hitched slightly, the sensation both relaxing and electrifying. Diana let out a content sigh and moan, the stress melting away under his skilled hands.

"Feels good?"

"Mmhmm…." she moaned. "Feelings wonderful."

Clark leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath warm against her skin. He continued to massage her neck, his touch sending waves of comfort and affection through her.

Diana reached up, placing her hand over his.

"Thank you, my love."

He smiled and replied with promise, "Anything for you, Di."

Clark's strong hands gently cup Diana's face, his thumbs brushing softly against her cheeks. His fingers trace the outline of Diana's jaw. She lean into his touch, her lips parting slightly. He press a gentle kiss to her forehead, then her nose, and finally, their lips met in a tender, passionate kiss.

As they slowly pull away, their foreheads rested against each other, both of them breathing heavily, their hearts pounding in unison.

Clark's eyes, a deep shade of ocean blue, gazed into Diana's. The softness of her breath against his lips sent shivers down his spine.

"Think you need to take this off now," he whispered huskily, referring to her nightgown.

"Uh huh…It was only a matter of time."

Diana smile and obligingly lift her arms in the air, so Clark can pull the gown up over her head and tossed it to the side. Diana lean forward a bit, so her nipples brush against his chest. The feel of his fine chest hair against her skin sent a surge of pleasure flowing through her, the liquid heat pooling at her center.

Clark staring at her with darkened eyes, his lips parted and his breath definitely more ragged. Diana's own breath became erratic as she groan, her breasts squishing against his bare chest even more and her mouth claiming his again.

Gods, she just wants to drink him in. She can't get enough of his mouth, it's as if she wants to push her whole being into him through this kiss, or pull him into hers. Hot desire consumes them both and Diana squirm against him. She moan in excitement feeling him pressed up against her through the fabric of his briefs.

Diana started to slowly grind herself against him. This caused both her and him to moan. Needing more, Clark starts to grind back and run my hands all over her body, from that voluptuous derrière to those heavy mounds begging for attention.

Clark slowly kneaded her breast and then her nipple, which he took between his thumb and finger gently squeezing it, all the while continuing to kiss her passionately. Clark broke their kiss and moved down to her chest and took her nipple in his mouth. He kissed, sucked, and bit her nipple making her body grind even harder into his.

Clark knew with all this attention and the way she was breathing that an orgasm will be approaching soon.

Her quick build up and continuous release was due to his abilities to please her and at this point, he was happy to oblige. He continued on her right breast and then moved to the left one to give it the attention that it deserves. Diana's fingers creep up into his hair, curling in there to hold his head tightly as his ravishing becomes more urgent.

While doing this, Clark slips a hand down to the nice thong she had on. He pulled the thong up a little and she continued to breathe heavier and heavier. He knew that even this minor attention was getting her to where she needed to be.

Diana gasped as he kept pulling.

"Kal, not ag-" she gasped, feeling the thin fabric tear.

"Ooops," he smirk deviously.

"Gods, you…"

"I'll replace it like last time."

"And the time before that. I'll need something indestructible because of you."

"Or just don't wear any at all anymore," Clark chuckled and captured her lips again. They continue their make out session.

It's the most incredible feeling to have her on top of him slowly grinding herself against him that was still confined.

"I think those need to come off now," she teased, referring to his briefs, and lifts herself up slightly to completely remove her torn thong.

Clark took the moment to push off his briefs even as he remain seated.

Diana feels butterflies seeing his well-endowed length. No matter how many times they shared these intimate moments, the butterflies would always be there, fluttering with the same intensity as the very first time.

Clark's eyes searching hers. He recognized the look on her face and smiled proud. "You know, you give me butterflies too," he confess, his voice soft and sincere.

Diana's heart swell with love. She reached up, tracing the line of his jaw with her fingertips.

"It's because you make every moment feel special, Kal. Every touch, every kiss… it's like magic."

She places her hands on his shoulders and hover over him for a moment. Looking deep into his eyes, Diana sees the heat in his eyes and feels it in his hands sliding down her sides, resting on her hips. Clark press down on her hips, urging her lower. Biting her lower lip, in one long beautiful motion, she lowered herself down.

"By the gods…!"

"Ohgod...!"

Diana caress his cheek, giving him her most dangerous look, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. Oh, how she love the feel of his bare skin on hers. Diana felt the familiar rush of warmth and excitement, the butterflies in her stomach dancing wildly. She melted into the kiss, savoring the way his lips moved against hers, the way his hands held her as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

Diana love this feeling, this stretch as Clark move up into her. She takes it slow, resisting the urge to collapse onto him, wanting to savor the sensation of being opened by him, of flowing around him, engulfing him.

For a woman, there is nothing quite like the amazingly wonderful feeling of her lover tunneling deep into the most intimate and vulnerable part of her body. There is love, trust, consent, emotional connection, primal lust, and sexual power all wrapped up in this one simple action between two people.

When they finally pull apart, Clark rests his forehead against hers.

"I love you, Diana," he gasp out. "More than words can say."

"I know…If not by your words, the way you show me how much you love me is why I can't get enough of you, she replies. "I love you too, Kal."

Diana let her weight sink onto him, moving him even deeper, and hold him there, just feeling his heart beat as it pulses along his shaft inside of her. She nod encouragement, and he thrust up quickly with his hips, burying himself in her.

"Ahhhh!" she cry out, feeling a spasm of pleasure as he bottom out inside of her, their pelvises grinding together.

So perfect. Such ecstatic pleasure, knowing how much they both love this position only intensifying the passion.

Diana let her breasts sway against his chest as she wriggle in his lap, swiveling her hips, grinding against him. Clark's hands reach up to cup them, holding their roundness, his eager fingers finding her nipples, aching and hard. Diana whimper as he roll them between his lips, and throw her head back in delirious ecstasy as he draw one into his mouth.

She slowly lift herself a few inches, sliding along his length, then sigh in pleasure as she sink back down. She pull his head up and find his mouth, kissing him deeply as she continue to bob her hips up and down in his lap.

Diana welcome his echoing thrusts, the shocks when his pelvis slams upward, send out radiating bursts of pleasure. Diana grip his shoulders for stability, and increase the pace of her own movements, timing her bounces to meet his thrusts.

The intensity of the pleasure making their hearts pound and their breathing rapid. Diana digs her fingernails into his shoulders. Nothing else exists but this connection between them. The perfect rhythm, moving as one.

Clark bombard Diana with sweet kisses all over her face and neck. And he loses himself in the taste and smell and feel of her, as his warm lips explore hers.

"By Gods, yes! So good..."

Him bucking inside her, she clenching around him. Diana's body rock harder into him, tensing, and her breathing was going at a rapid pace. With her scraping her fingernails down his chest, Clark knows the release was imminent.

Diana throws her head back again; her eyes roll to the back of her head and a very throaty moan could be heard throughout the room.

So hot. So full. Hitting the right spot.

"Diana…" Clark breathed.

She looks at him with a flirtatious smile and bent her head closer to his to suck on his earlobe and all he hear her say is, "ρίξτε τα όλα (pour it all)." She tightens her muscles around him, gripping at him with each thrust. She feels him start to spasm with in her. "Oh, Gods!"

Arching her back, she thrusts her breasts out and tossed her head back again, crying out to the ceiling and she became incoherent, moaning and speaking in both her native Greek and Kryptonese.

Clark holds her hips tighter, erupting, giving her all that she wanted, which pushes Diana over the edge again and again. Both their bodies quaking with pleasure in a mind blowing climax.

"Oh Gods...ohhhhhh!! Kal!"

"Diana…!"

Their orgasms seem endless, wave after wave crashing over, until it finally it begins to subside.

Diana was panting heavily and Clark could only watch her face as it was contorted in such pleasure. This was the release she needed, and it was the release that he wanted to see.

He lean in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss that conveyed all the love and desire he felt for her. Their kiss deepening as they poured their hearts into that single moment.

Clark gave her time to come down from her high and was happy to know that he could bring her pleasure. Diana looked absolutely incredible with her post orgasm glow.

She collapse against him and bury her head in his neck as he wrap his strong arms around her to hold me tight against him. Their chests mashed together, and a series of aftershocks continue to ripple through them. They sit like that for several minutes in the wonderful bubble, just listening to their breathing return to normal. Diana feels him place a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Being with you… it's my heaven. You are my peace, Diana."

"As is mine. As you are mine." Smiling, Diana began sucking and kissing his shoulder. "Every moment with you is a gift."

Clark and Diana continue their conversations of sweet nothings, their words filled with love and affection. Listening intently, their admiration for each growing with each word.

As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, Diana yawn, trying to stifle it, her eyelids growing heavy, but Clark noticed and chuckle softly. "Looks like someone's sleepy now," he teased, his voice filled with playful mischief.

Diana playfully pout, her lips forming a cute, exaggerated frown, shaking her head. "I'm not," she protest, though her voice was tinged with drowsiness but her eyes sparkling with defiance.

Clark grin, his hands moving to tickle her sides lightly. "Oh really?" he challenged.

Diana burst into laughter, her melodic giggles filling the room, squirming away from his tickling fingers. "Kal, stop it! Clark!" she manage to say between laughs, trying to catch her breath. Her protests half-hearted as she enjoyed the playful moment.

Clark was relentless, his own laughter mingling with hers. "Not until you admit defeat, Wonder Woman," he teased with a growl, his fingers dancing over her ribs.

"Never!" she squeal.

He lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to her neck, which sent shivers down her spine.

When they fall back on the bed, Clark lean down, smiling against her skin and plant more gentle, affectionate kisses.

"Oh, you!"

"I can't help it," he whisper between kisses. "You're just too irresistible."

"Kal!" She laugh then moan. "Gods…you are so…silly…"

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of laughter, Clark relented, pulling her closer into his arms. Diana was breathless, her cheeks flushed from the tickling and laughter. She looks up at him. Clark brush his lips softly against hers.

"There's something about being with you that awakens my spirit. No matter how tired I am, I just can't get enough of you, Kal."

Clark pause, staring into her eyes. "The feeling is mutual, Di. I definitely can't get enough of you either. So gorgeous." His fingers gently caressing her cheek.

They cuddle close, sharing soft kisses and whispered words of affection. As Diana drift off to sleep, she feels the most profound sense of calmness and clarity she hadn't experienced in weeks. A contented sigh escaping her lips as she melt into his embrace.

"Just rest, Di," Clark whisper, his voice a soft murmur in the quiet room. "I got you…always."

Diana's lips curve into a faint smile.

His arms a protective cocoon around her. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering there as he whispered sweet nothings, words of love and reassurance that only she could hear.

Later in the morning….

The sun was higher in the sky when Diana stirred. She blinked, adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. She turned to see Clark still asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful. His chest rising and falling with each deep, peaceful breath. A soft smile spread across her face as she watched him, a faint snore escaping his lips. She couldn't help but smile, feeling a rush of love for the man beside her and finding his snoring adorable and oddly comforting.

Mesmerized by his handsome face, the strong jawline and the way his dark hair fell messily across his forehead, with a tender touch, she traced the contours of his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin under her fingertips. Her heart fluttered with love as she leaned in, unable to resist pressing gentle kisses on his face. Starting at his forehead, moving down to his cheeks, lips then moving down to his chest. Each kiss was a sweet declaration of her love. Clark stirred slightly, a contented sigh escaping his lips, but he didn't wake. Clark remained blissfully asleep, his own exhaustion evident.

She whisper against his skin, "Thank you, Clark, for always being here for me, helping me through trying times and for loving me so deeply. I love you."

Clark mumble something in response, still caught in the embrace of sleep, but the words "Diana", "beautiful," and "love you" were clear enough to make her heart flutter. He still didn't wake, but the sleepy acknowledgment was enough for her.

Diana smile, pressing one last tender kiss to his lips, lingering for a moment. She nestle back into the covers, laying her head back down on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. As she closed her eyes, she feels Clark's arm instinctively wrap around her, pulling her closer even in his sleep. Diana's hand found his, their fingers intertwining and with the steady rhythm of his heart that lulled her back to sleep, she was perfectly content in this quiet, intimate moment, savoring the warm and comforting presence of the man she loves.