Friends
Written by Amazonia V
Chapter 29:
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
SCOOP! Diana, Ambassador of Themyscira and Clark Kent SCOOP!
Cellphone Photographs by Readers of The Daily Planet
The Princess and The Commoner
Are they a couple? If they are, when did that happen? And if it is true or was true or might be true, how long will they last?
These are the nosy, rude, intrusive, unfair, wildly speculative, and completely titillating lunch-time questions that an ever-widening global mob of gossips has been asking about Clark Kent and the Princess-Ambassador of Themyscira.
It's not the first time news of royalty bedding down with commoners has gone supernova. Readers will recall America's princess of hearts, Grace Kelly who married Prince Rainier to become Princess Grace of Monaco. And closer in our memories are the romps of the royal family of Britain, chiefly the two heart-rendingly handsome Princes, William and Harry, both of whom have girlfriends with common blood.
But what's now being branded the saga of "Clardiana" sets a new, 21st-century benchmark — a sort of perfect publicity storm centered on two different people whom the public is treating as daydream playthings. Its the kind of relationship that keeps whole industries alove – blockbuster movies, romantic novels...Farmer meets Princess, they fall in love, they live happily ever after.
In a world where marriages, divorces, and passing flings are anxiously evaluated as career moves, exactly what is or isn't true about reporter Clark Kent's alleged connection to Princess Diana may never be clear.
For the sake of its very own employee – Clark Kent – Star Reporter, The Daily Planet is hopeful that the relationship works.
Clark Kent sat up right in bed. Had he dreamt that column? Or had it actually been written? He touched his forehead – it had beads of sweat on it. He looked at Diana sleeping peacefully next to him. It was time they decided what to tell the world about their relationship. He didn't want to live through another dream like that again. And he didn't want Diana to face the reality of his dream coming true. Of them being scooped by some nosy gossip column and then the news being broadcasted all over the world. Jeopardizing their relationship, their secret identities, their very way of life.
Diana felt like a cat on top of a stove. She wanted Kal to touch her again. She wanted it more than she wanted to see the sun rise on a bright new day. She reached out for Kal, stretching her arm across the sheet, groping for his body. When she didn't make immediate contact, she woke up fully, leaping from the bed, twirling round, before she flew out of the door, fully dressed as Wonder Woman.
She found Clark in the kitchen reading that morning's edition of The Daily Planet. He had already squeezed fresh orange juice for her and was on his second cup of coffee. "Hi sweetheart," he said as she walked in, "going somewhere? You're all dressed up."
"You were gone when I woke up. I'm too used to waking up with you. If it was an emergency, I wanted to be there."
Clark put down the paper and walked over to where Diana stood. "Thanks...sweetheart," he said softly, and raised her hands to his lips, placing a kiss in the center of each palm.
The brush of his mouth was warm and sweet and set a long slow pulse beating low in her belly. The problem wasn't whether she wanted to make love to him, the problem was how very much she wanted it.
Her belly turned hot and liquid, and she shifted to relieve the pressure between her legs.
He surveyed her out of warm blue eyes. "You look like the cat who got the cream."
"The cream is still waiting." Distantly, she wondered where this confident woman came from. This siren couldn't be the restrained Amazon Princess of Themyscira.
"Does that mean you'll lick away every morsel?" The hint of laughter didn't hide the deep arousal in his voice as he pulled her against his body.
Diana's heart slammed against her ribs. The prospect of licking him all over intensified the throbbing between her legs. "Only if you beg."
His laugh trickled down her backbone like warm sunshine. "You're suddenly very cocksure."
"So are you." Her attention focused on where he held her against his trousers. No mistaking his intent.
His impressive chest rose on a deep breath. "I'll make the pleasure last this time. No faster than a speeding bullet stuff."
Reluctantly she stopped drooling over him and met eyes that held a rueful light. "An admirable ambition," she said, with a coolness she was far from feeling.
"If you look at me like that, it's an ambition fated for failure."
How she enjoyed this subtle push and pull of wits between them. She ran a searching finger down his chest. "You're stronger than you think."
"Every man has his breaking point. Even a Superman."
"Hmm, I'd like to see that."
His muscles bunched and firmed as he lifted her up. "I guarantee you'll see it."
A little while later, they found time to take a few breaths and to talk. And to agree on a few things.
So that when Clark went into work a little late and Diana reported at her office in DOMA, they both had decided that Clark Kent and Diana Prince would be seen dating more often in public together. Star Reporter of The Daily Planet and DOMA Agent would be a couple, gradually building up the relationship in the eyes of their everyday friends and acquaintences.
They'd eventually let the world know about Superman and Wonder Woman, too, when the time was right.