Interlude in the Dark

Interlude In The Dark by Ronnie K "We've been discussing this for too long.  If you two can come to some consensus, let me know.  In the meantime, I have a city to take care of."  With that, the Batman left the room, the automatic door closing firmly behind him as if he willed it to slam. Superman and Wonder Woman sat on the long couch in one of the satellite's many conference rooms.  Their bemused expressions were strikingly similar as they stared at the closed door.  Brusque departures were the norm for the Caped Crusader, but his friends had yet to get used to them. Finally, Diana turned to face Superman across the sofa.  He was still looking at the door. "Kal, get your head out of the clouds! He's gone.  Staring at the door won't bring him back."  Startled out of his reverie, Superman looked over at her. "What?" was his witty reply.  "So Kal, how long has she been gone?"  The Man of Steel stared directly into the Amazon Princess' eyes.  This struck her as odd, since whenever she asked him about Lois he tended to fix his eyes in other directions.  A thoughtful, questioning look entered his eyes.  "It's been a while.  Months? Are you sure you want to start this conversation, Diana?" Matching his stare she replied, "Yes, I do." And that's when the lights went out.  Whether this was an outtage to the whole area or just this room, Diana couldn't tell.  Kal stared at the wall for a moment before answering the unspoken question. "It seems to be only affecting this sector--" "Close your eyes, Kal."  Out of reflex, he did what she asked without asking why.  So, he began to relax and assess the situation.  Lois had indeed been gone for months.  They had falling out after falling out over the past year.  It finally resulted in her walking out on him.  Divorce papers followed the next week.  He had been stunned.  He thought this only happened to other people.  Famous celebrities, usually.  Never to him and Lois.  After weeks of reflection on the past year, he decided that it was just as well.  He had come to realize that he wasn't in love with her anymore.  He had thought it was forever.  Maybe nothing is truly forever.  But, there is always right now. His hand touched her arm before he even realized he was reaching for her--at the same moment her hand came to rest on his thigh.  Diana, her own eyes closed, wasn't sure who moved first, but it didn't matter.  The fact that he HAD moved was enough.  Raw hunger took over her mind and body, as she moved her hand from his thigh to his waist, pulling him closer as his hand snaked up behind her head to bring her lips onto his.  She could feel the urgency in the hand wrapping itself into her hair, and she could feel it in the lips pressed firmly against hers.  His urgency matched her own. Whether the low, urgent moans were his or hers, he didn't know, nor did he care.  The conference rooms were soundproofed, so if either of them had thought about it, it wouldn't have mattered.  But right at this moment, nothing else mattered.  Soft.  He hadn't known the meaning of the word until now.  And yet, he steeled himself to break the kiss of her lips, letting his own slowly trace the line of her jaw and down the side of her neck, his tongue tasting her gently at each pulsing of her heart as he went.  Letting the quickening of her breath guide him, his lips settled at the base of her throat, where he gently explored the small space with the tip of his tongue.  She tasted sweet.  The fruit of paradise.  Fruit meant only for him. When his lips left hers, Diana almost panicked.  Panic was replaced by excitement as she felt him move from her jawline and down her neck with an almost agonizing slowness.  Settling at the base of her throat, she could feel his tongue softly massaging her.  When she felt the suction of his lips, the shiver shook her whole body.  Her hands caressed his shoulders, his back, kneading the heavy muscles beneath her strong fingers.  Thoughts were merely fleeting things to her now.  Desire.  Finally.  Mine.  Even those fleeting words faded abruptly away as she heard the snap of her uniform being undone.  His hand had been as busy as his lips.  She felt her top fall away and whatever reason was left to her fled.  She clawed at his uniform.  She wasn't able to tear it off, but in her frenzy, she managed to unclasp the cape and his top and fling it across the room where it settled on a far wall, forgotten. Their moans were constant now, a background music to their lovemaking... He desperately wanted her out of that uniform.  His fingers found the clasp of her top and snapped it open.  As he did, he felt a tugging at his uniform.  He finally felt it get ripped off his body, momentarily breaking their contact.  Once the shirt and cape were gone she was pressed up against him again, her lips against his again and her bare chest pressed tightly to his.  He had never allowed himself to wonder what her breasts would feel like. To imagine it would be...dirty. Even his dreams had been limited to passionate kisses. Now he was glad that he hadn't tried to imagine it because any thoughts in that direction would have been terribly inadequate compared to the real thing. A pair of boots could be heard hitting the floor, soon followed by another pair. The back of his fingers trailed down from her neck to her chest.  Without breaking contact with his lips, she eased her body back to give him access.  His hand continued down her chest, tracing small circles with one of his fingers.  His breathing increased along with hers.    Her fingers made a wavy line down his chest and down to his shorts.  She began to make her own circles with her fingers...He began to groan.  Like an animal.  It fed her lust as her circles twirled faster.  Finally, he could no longer stand it.  With a growl, he put his hands underneath her and stood her up in front of him while he still sat on the couch.  Grabbing her buttocks, he pulled her closer.  Firm fingers followed the line of her waistband and started to gently but insistently tug downward.  Each bit of exposed flesh was kissed.  A quick yank pulled the shorts free and she casually kicked them aside.  Eyes still closed, he felt, rather than saw her right foot come to rest on the couch next to his leg, giving him more room to work.    Hands on her behind again, he pulled her closer still, until his lips were even with her hips.  He pressed his lips against her hair to reach the skin beneath, moving lower and lower...his tongue was slow, yet persistent, his lips gently sucking first one area, then another.  He could feel her fingers as they grabbed his hair, her hips rocked back and forth at him while her hands held his head close.  Her hands held him harder as she pushed her hips harder against him.  It became a wild and feral rhythm that lasted forever.  The source of the heat was between her legs, but she felt it radiate throughout her body.  As she felt his tongue against her flesh, there was a throbbing .  Like the heat, it too radiated from that central spot.  The sensations were agonizing and she prayed fervently that those sensations would never cease.  She was molten lava inside and as the heat built it demanded a release.  With a cry that seemed more like a howl, she felt the heat and the throbbing increase yet again and she could hold back no longer.  She trembled with the violence of her release as she clutched his hair even tighter, holding him fast.  She could not stop if she wanted to, she was a willing slave to her own body. The taste of her was going to drive him mad.  It had to.  The area between her beautiful legs that was just moist was now a raging flood that he would gladly drown in. Her whole body shook in reaction as she cried out.    Soon, too soon, it was over.  Her body relaxed, as did her grip on his hair.  He reluctantly pulled away as her leg on the couch went back to the floor.  He could hear her heavy breathing, even over his own.  She grabbed his arm and pulled him off the couch.  He could sense her kneeling down in front of him and his tights and shorts began to fall down to his ankles. The shorts were difficult because she had to work around his hardness.  He had never felt so hard in his life.  His whole world was sensation right now as she kissed him and teased him.  Eventually, she slowly took him into her mouth while her tongue rolled around him.  Now he could feel the throbbing and the heat as she continued to slowly draw him in and then pull back again, all the while not touching any other part of his body.  It was the sweetest torture he had ever experienced.  Just when he felt he couldn't stand it any longer, she stopped and stood up. She found that she liked to tease him like this.  It was only fair after what he had just done to her.  She let her lips and tongue slide over him again and again until she was sure he couldn't stand it anymore.  She stood up and was only shaking a little after that wonderful release she had.  She kissed him tenderly before she pulled him down to the floor.  She turned him onto his back and swung her leg over him to straddle.   She eased herself down until she was just touching his hardness.  "Open your eyes now, Kal.", she whispered.  They opened their eyes at the same time.  The intensity of his eyes as he looked at her almost took her breath away.  It would have been frightening if she didn't know him as she did. He opened his mouth to speak, but she put a finger against his lips to silence him.  What good were mere words now?  He playfully bit her finger before she pulled it away, but those intense eyes never changed.  She finally recognized that look.  It was hunger.  For her.  She would wager everything she had that her eyes had the same light.  That was enough to arouse her even more. Still staring into each other's eyes, she reached between her legs until she found him.  As she eased herself down onto him, a small gasp escaped her.  After what seemed like a very long time, he was completely inside her.  Filled her.  Completed her.   She eased herself back up, then back down again.  She felt her inner muscles squeeze  him as she went down and reluctantly release him as she came back up.  Her breasts swayed gently as she moved, until he reached up to cup them, holding them as his thumbs caressed her nipples.  Her breath came more quickly now as she gradually increased her speed.  Her hips were rolling as he thrust his hips up to meet her, each stroke seeming deeper than the last. A drop of sweat fell from her forehead onto his chest.  He let go of her with one hand and picked up the droplet with his finger.  Slowly and deliberately, he raised the finger to his mouth and sucked the drop from it, never taking his eyes from hers.  The heat was back.  The sweet ache was back, even sharper than before as she slammed herself down onto him.  She wanted to finish with him.  She needed to see his moment of ecstasy that she caused.  It would be her and no one else that gave this pleasure to the man she loved. Thought fled again, as the pressure began to build again inside her.  Reading his eyes, she could tell that the pressure was building in him too.  She couldn't hold on, though.  She couldn't control it.  She screamed his name but she couldn't hear it because he was screaming hers.  His eyes went wide.  Her dam broke again.  Wave after wave of liquid heat leaving her body.  It felt as if she would never be able to stop.  And that's when his dam burst too. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her and he could easily have gotten lost in them, but her body had most of his attention at the moment.  Just watching her sinuous grace as she moved over him.  She had the grace of a great cat--and the fierceness in those blue eyes!  The sight of it alone would have aroused him.  Her breasts swayed in front of him and he reached up to hold them.  So this is what physical perfection was like. He never felt harder in his life as he realized that he didn't have to hold back with her.  For the first time in his life he could let himself go with a woman.  And to do it with Diana, the woman he had loved for so long... His thoughts flew away as she doubled her effort and he began to feel as if he would soon explode.  Her eyes glazed a little and her dark hair whipped around her from the exertion.  Her hips slammed him even faster now and he could feel her inner muscles tightening again.  Then warmth flooded over him and he couldn't hold himself back any longer.  He cried out her name and heard her cry his.  It seemed as if there was no end to the well within him.  Eventually, the well did dry out, however.  She could feel him let go inside her.  It was a warmth, but a different warmth than what had been consuming her.  She wanted to milk him for everything he had, and eventually, she did.  Easing herself back down onto him, she laid herself flat against him putting her head down onto his shoulder.  She was exhausted.  His shoulder was sweating, and she found that she was sweating from her toes to her hair.  It didn't matter.  He had his arms around her and she could rest.  After a few minutes, he took her head between his hands and lifted her head to look at him.  Gone was the intensity.  In it's place was a gentleness.  The gentleness she had always seen in him.  He kissed her, not passionately, but sweetly, holding his lips to hers as she wound her arms around his neck. The lights came back on. Soon, she found herself getting up off of him slowly, savoring the last meetings of their flesh.  The closet was stocked with towels, one of which she tossed to Kal and the other she used to wipe herself off.  Why there were towels in the conference rooms, she couldn't begin to guess.  She was just grateful they were there. As for the carpeting, well, the cleaning bots wouldn't really care about it, they would just clean it. When she turned back to him, he had already dressed.  He beckoned her over, and when she came, he began to dress her slowly and carefully.  It was perhaps the sweetest thing she had ever witnessed.  'By the gods, I love this man', she thought as he bent down to put her boots on her.  As he straightened from his task, she noted that the little hint of shyness was back in his eyes.  Just a little.  Like a sweet, shy boy.  She felt a fierce protective wave engulf her for a moment.  She would never hurt him, she swore to herself.  It was a pleasure dressing her.  Almost as much pleasure as undressing her.  Sitting back on the couch, he watched as she adjusted her uniform for a moment.  Out of politeness, he averted his gaze and let her fix herself without him watching.  He found himself staring at the door again.... "Kal, get your head out of the clouds! He's gone.  Staring at the door won't bring him back."