The Gods Must Be Crazy
Written by Amazonia V
Chapter 41
Clark looked down at Diana sleeping peacefully next to him. He marveled that each time he made love to her, he felt like nothing he had felt before. Each time was a new experience for him.
And the best part was that he could make love to her without holding anything back. Unlike his experience with Lois. His eyes fell on the switch for the red sun simulation device above his bed. He would need to deactivate that. Rao knew what would happen to him if Diana or he accidently hit the switch while they were making love. His body would retain enough yellow solar energy to take them through the act itself. But he doubted he would have the strength to recover quickly after that.
Not that he wanted to risk it.
Pausing in his thoughts, he brushed his lips against her soft curls, adjusting his body so that she nestled against him. Settling back against the bed, Clark closed his eyes, allowing other thoughts to drift through his mind.
To the first time that he made love to Diana.
After they had left the JLA satellite and reached his Fortress, he'd given Diana some time to gather her thoughts, to be alone before he joined her. When he'd entered the room, Diana had remained perfectly still, as if frozen into immobility.
"Diana?" he'd said.
She tipped her head back a little to give him a brief nod of welcome and he bent forward and kissed her throat. He was standing behind her and his hands pulled her back against him and then covered her breasts.
She was trembling, stiff and tense under his touch, and after a minute he let her go.
"What is the matter?" he asked in a puzzled voice. What had happened to the passion she had displayed on the JLA satellite?
"I… nothing," she answered, bending her head so that her hair swung forward to hide her face.
He put a hand on her shoulder and forced her to turn around. Then he sank down on his heels in front of her. "Did you have a bad experience before?" he asked patiently.
He knew about Ares and for a moment thought that the experience had scarred her. But that was before Bruce and she were married. All sorts of thoughts had exploded in his head.
He half wished Bruce were alive so that he could punch his face in.
But Diana's soft voice drew his attention away from his thoughts. "No."
She looked into his blue eyes. "I suppose I shall have to tell you."
"I think you had better."
She looked away from his face down to her tensely clasped hands. "If I am nervous it is because I have never done this before."
"Never done… But you were married!"
"It was not a… real marriage. Bruce never touched me like you just did. We never touched each other like we did on the satellite. Never got to that."
"Great Rao." He stared at her, clearly stunned by her revelation. "Why? Surely Bruce thought that you were a desirable woman." he asked at last.
"Yes! When I married him he told me …"
"Told you what?" he, asked gently as her voice trailed off.
"Bruce was unable to… to…."
"I see." There was a pause, and then Kal said quietly, "I always thought Bruce was straight. Perhaps I was wrong about him?"
"No…I mean, yes…. That's not what it was. Bruce liked women. It was that he was unable to…" her voice trailed off.
Kal said even more quietly, "Was he impotent?"
Diana looked at him, "Yes," she said softly. "No one knew."
"How was it possible?" he replied a little grimly.
"Bruce told me that Pamela Islay, Poison Ivy was infatuated with Batman. When he rebuffed her, she tricked him, trapping him and kissing him. She'd smeared her lips with a serum derived from South American plants that made men impotent. If she couldn't have Batman, no other woman could have him. It was supposed to be reversible if Batman agreed to her terms. But somehow, the antidote failed. And Bruce was left in that condition."
Kal looked at Diana, absorbing everything she'd said.
Then he asked, "That was unfair to you, Diana. You deserved to know what love is. Why did you marry him? Your life would have been very lonely."
He could see the color slowly rising under her beautiful pale skin, staining her throat and flushing her cheeks and her forehead.
"You were married, Clark. I couldn't not marry Bruce," she said a little gruffly. "It was either Ares or some other god or Bruce, you see."
"Yes, I do see," he said quietly after a moment.
She found the courage to look up into his face once again. There was an odd expression in his eyes.
"And here I was jealous of Bruce, when really he was doing a most honourable deed. I'm lucky to have had a friend like him," he murmured, more to himself than to her.
She didn't say anything, and he reached out to gently smooth her hair back from her face.
"Oh Diana. Here I have been thinking all along that you knew the whole game, and you don't even know the first move."
"I am afraid that I don't," she'd replied in a very small voice.
"Well, we start like this," he'd said, and drawing her to her feet, he took her in his arms and kissed her. His mouth was gentle, the kiss slow and tender, and after a minute Diana felt herself beginning to relax.
He raised his head and laid his cheek against the top of her hair. Her head fit perfectly into the hollow of his shoulder, and she snuggled it there comfortably, her eyes closing in contentment.
He'd slid his hands into her hair and bent to kiss her once again.
Clark's super senses didn't prepare him for the onslaught of emotions as his thoughts suddenly felt very real. He felt the kiss before he opened his eyes. Diana was over his body, grasping his shoulders, kissing him deeply, wetly, thrusting her tongue deep, licking the inside of his mouth. His heart burst.
He opened his eyes, kissing her back, using his tongue to explore her, filled with a passionate need for her.
She moaned, running her hands over his body. Clark was more than ready. He'd spent some time reliving his first time with her, after all.
He gasped in pleasure, his hands finding her breasts. She felt the first spasms begin as he teased her nipples into an impossible state of pleasure and pain, their mouths now fused completely. And then his chest flattened her breasts, and she gave thanks to Aphrodite that she was an Amazon after all for Clark's weight pressed down upon, crushing her spine to his mattress while he slid his body lower over hers.
"Diana!"
Ancient instinct made her lift her long legs and wrap it around his waist.
He groaned, the most beautiful sound she had ever heard, as they began to move in rhythm together.