The Superman & Wonder Woman Fan Archive

CHAPTER TWELVE

Caught up in the heady glory of his kiss, Diana did not even realize that Superman was whispering something to her. Unable to make out what he was saying, she reluctantly pushed herself out of his embrace and asked, ‘How do you feel about this?’

He pulled her sharply back into his arms, groaning into her hair, as if he hadn't known what to expect from her. 'I've been so afraid…' he ad­mitted shakily. 'Needed you so much… Oh, God, Diana, I love you!'

Her breath shot from her lungs in a tortured sort of gasp. Her heart nearly burst for love of him.

Joyously, elatedly, she said, “I love you, too, Kal.”

‘So,’ he ventured carefully, ‘You didn’t’ mind my kissing you?’ It wasn’t a question.

“No,” she answered honestly.

It was perfectly clear in that moment. It just clicked, like the cap on a pen, and just as simple. When he shifted closer, she dared to look up at him; the expression on his face made her heart stop. Something in it was different. His eyes seemed brighter, his smile slight, yet almost seductive. She was so mesmerized by it, she didn’t realize what was happening, until his lips were on hers.

With a soft cry of compliance she moved her arms up about his neck as her body curved into his, loving every pleasurable sensation that action caused. The world slipped out beneath her, and she floated weightless in the tender wash of the kiss, his breath hot and sweet, his tongue smooth as glass as she opened to him.

What was happening?

‘Diana,’ he breathed against her mouth. “Put your arms around me.”

She obeyed without thinking, and he deepened the kiss. His body settled atop hers, the weight of him solid, comforting. His mouth moved over her skin like a firebrand, and she gasped with a spiraling sensation she could not comprehend, his hands moved quickly removing her clothing and his, baring their flesh.

‘Touch me,’ he whispered in her ear. It was not a command, but a plea, invoked with such sweetness she could do naught but respond. His fingers played her like some rare instrument.

Her hands roved his back and buttocks with a will of their own. He moaned in pleasure, and his surprising response spurred her on. She kissed him with a ferocity that shocked her, ‘Kal,’ she breathed involuntarily, and fisted handfuls of his hair. Heat spread from her center like molten steel.

'Oh, Diana,' Superman groaned. 'Rao, the warmth of you!'

Warmth didn't begin to describe the raging inferno that exploded between them, a fire that had her gasping with pleasure at the moist heat of Kal’s mouth on her breasts as she ex­plored every hard inch of his body with hands that trembled in the shy compulsion. Lips that searched, hands that caressed, bodies that cried out for a burning satisfaction neither of them could deny.

And when that moment came it seemed to last forever, and yet for the briefest, most beautiful moment in time, suspended pleasure that made them soar and peak before gently falling back to earth with their bodies still entwined.

For a long time after, he did nothing—he simply held her close to him, looking at her in the softness of the torches’ glow. She feared to look at him, but curiosity overcame her apprehension and she stole a glance.

His face was shadowed in the firelight, his black hair had gold highlights. Her gaze drifted lower, across the muscled expanse of his chest, which rose and fell with each measured breath he drew. His body was hard and lightly furred, all burnished gold as if the sun had kissed him.

Her own breathing grew quick and shallow under his scrutiny. And when their eyes finally met, what she read in his stirred her blood.

Desire.

Nay, it could not be. Not again.

Yet even as she formed the thought, his hands trailed lightly over her thighs. She gasped at his touch.

Kal pulled a blanket over the sleeping Diana beside him, and wondered what had come over him. The torches burned low, and in their waning light he looked at Diana, his love and swore to always make her happy. Would she agree to be his forever? He did not know if he could bear to settle for anything less. He knew that she would be truthful with him.

She was, in her lovemaking, as open and straightforward as she was in her other dealings with him. Even now, his desire for her surged anew. He knew if he touched her, chanced the simplest caress, she’d wake and look at him in wonder, as she had when first he’d touched her, as if he’d done something remarkable.

There was no way this could be real. It was a dream. It had to be. Only, it felt too real to be. Felt too perfect to question it, though a tiny little niggle at the back of her brain told her she probably should.

Diana stretched with the sensuousness of a cat, cozily warm beneath the blanket despite her nakedness.

Nakedness…

Her lips flew wide open as she realised from the glowing ache she felt in her body that the memories she had this afternoon were no dream, that every ecstatically beautiful moment of it had been a reality.

Kal and she had made love, not once, but twice, with a gentle intensity that made her cheeks blush and her breathing become raggedly erratic. He was everything she had thought he could be. Compassion, tenderness, generosity… and she smiled…

She turned to see him sitting at the foot of the bed, watching her avidly. Afraid of his reaction, she smiled nervously, but Superman put her fears to rest by gently kissing her.

Smiling, she looked up at him, ‘I love you,’ she said. ‘And I love you,’ he responded, ‘and we need to talk.’

They spent the next few minutes cuddling and kissing, enjoying their new found intimacy, before realizing that they would be missed. As they dressed, Diana hoped her mother had not sent out a search party for them.