Chapter Three
Friday night slipped easily into Saturday and before they knew it Sunday evening was upon them. Aphrodite had proven insatiable. She didn’t seem to need food or sleep, which taxed Clark to the limit. Finally they had broken apart and she had gone to take a shower. He lay on the remains of his shattered bed, exhausted, spent more then he could ever remember. Pulling the sheet up over his depleted body, Clark let his mind absently ponder what he’d allowed to happen. He knew it wasn’t right. Jonathon and Martha Kent hadn’t raised him as their son to do things like this. Superman most certainly shouldn’t have done anything like this, or even think about doing something like this. He was responsible, a role model, a beacon of truth and justice for the world, above this sort of temptation. He wasn’t supposed to spend an entire weekend having sex with a woman that he neither loved nor trusted; yet that’s what he had done. Clark knew he should feel ashamed and beat himself up over this, like he did every other mistake he made, but that wasn’t how he was feeling. The truth was he was feeling incredibly contented. Being with Aphrodite was beyond anything he had ever imagined. He had been with a few women in his life, but this, this was something completely different. He had held back nothing and Aphrodite had been his equal. As much as his nature was to torture himself over this, it felt hollow trying. He had enjoyed himself more than he thought possible. All his problems and worries had been pushed aside for the entire weekend. Well, he thought to himself, I can always beat myself up over this tomorrow.
The sound of the shower turning off brought him out of his internal dialogue and he glanced lazily towards the bathroom door. Aphrodite was standing in the doorway drying herself with one of his oversized towels, looking at him. Even this simple act she made seem sensual, Clark thought to himself. His eyes moved slowly over her, taking in her sheer perfection again.
“It’s been quite awhile since I’ve been in the world of men, Kal-El. There are many interesting things you clever mortals have come up with. The way the water sprays you from so many different angles is quite ingenious,” she said with a radiant smile.
“Yes, the multi-headed massaging shower is a marvel of the modern age, Goddess,” he laughed, his spirit feeling lighter than it had in quite some time.
“Goddess? I noticed you don’t say Goddess with the same venom you used to, Kal-El. It always sounded as if it were a challenge coming from your lips,” Aphrodite teased, just standing there looking at him.
“If I ever doubted you were the Goddess of Love, Aphrodite, I apologize. I’m thoroughly convinced,” he said with a smile.
“Don’t tell me you’ve fallen in love with me, Kal-El,” she taunted, moving a little closer.
“No, I haven’t, Aphrodite, but I have to admit, I do like you a lot more than I used to,” he said with a smile. She laughed and then moved over to the bed and lay down next to him. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her against his spent body.
“I’m glad to hear you haven’t succumbed to falling in love with me, Kal-El, that would take the fun out of it,” she said softly, pressing herself tightly against his hard, muscular body. “So no regrets?”
Clark looked at her for a moment before answering truthfully, “No, as much as I should have them, I don’t. You were right, this is what it is, Aphrodite. Thank you for this weekend.”
Her smile beamed even brighter as she looked at him. She had come here for the challenge he represented, but had stayed when she found herself enjoying herself more than she had in ages. His power and strength rivaled the Gods and so did his passion. There were none of the complications with him that she had to endure with Ares or the others. Here in his apartment, with him, she could just be a woman and thoroughly enjoyed herself. It was a complete surprise to her that this mortal could bring her such delight. He was the equal to any of her past lovers and she found herself a bit saddened that it was now at an end. It had been by far the best time she’d had in eons. Deciding not to leave on a gloomy note, she let her playful side come out again.
“You know, Kal-El, I will be the envy of the other Gods now,” she teased him, “having vanquished Superman is no small accomplishment.”
He laughed out loud at this, and then gave her a kiss and hug.
“Well, now that they know my weakness, I’m sure they’ll be lining up to defeat me,” he joked.
“I wouldn’t expect Ares, anytime soon, Kal-El,” she replied innocently. This only brought more laughter from him. Aphrodite giggled as well and the two of them lay on the remains of his bed in a gentle embrace.
