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                   Clark And Diana
                     by Ann Douglas

The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes
of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted
by DC Comics. This story is intended for the non-commerical
enjoyment of fans and should be considered a parody . No
copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made
from the distribution of this story.


	It had been just over two years since the chorus had
first echoed through the canyons of the city.  Twenty-six months
during which the simple four sentence litany had become a
source of unabashed pride to the people of Metropolis.

	"Look, up in the sky,"  someone would shout as the rush
of the wind caught their attention.

	"It's a bird,"  another would add as he looked upward in
the direction in the direction the first man had indicated.

	"It's a plane,"  a woman would loudly add, knowing full
well that it wasn't.

	"It's Superman!"  numerous voices would finally chime
in, their voices reflecting the admiration they had for
Metropolis's premiere resident as he swept over their heads.

	A thousand sets of eyes looked skyward as the red and
blue-garbed young man soared between the tall buildings of
Bessolo Boulevard.  Jet black hair and a flowing red cape flared
in the wind as the Metropolis Marvel raced across his adopted
city.  The speed of his flight carried him quickly out of view.
Before his admirer's chant could totally fade from their ears, he
was already miles away
and dropping out of the sky.

	With a casual ease, the six foot three hero set his two
hundred and twenty-five pound frame down on the center of
Star Lab's helicopter pad.  His cape draped over his powerful
shoulders as the Man of Steel focused on the white-coated
woman who had been awaiting his arrival.

	"Good afternoon, Doctor Hamilton,"  Superman said
with a broad smile as he stepped off the pad and walked toward
the redhead.

	"Good afternoon, Superman,"  the thirty-eight year old
said as she met him halfway and extended her hand,  "I'm so
glad you could stop by and examine our find.  I know how
valuable your time must be."

	"I'm glad to do it, Doctor,"  Superman replied as he
shook her hand,  "Especially if the artifact you've discovered
does turn out to be Kryptonian in origin."

	"Well, that's what we're hoping you can tell us,"  Phyllis
Hamilton said as she guided him to the Institute's side entrance,
"and please, call me, Phyllis."

	As Superman walked beside the shorter woman, his
enhanced senses couldn't help but make him aware of the effect
his presence was having on her.  It was an effect he had grown
quite used to in his life.  Their brief physical contact during their
handshake told him that Phyllis's body temperature had risen
almost a degree, along with an increase in both her heartbeat
and respiration.  Regardless of the circumstances, it was an
almost involuntary response from most women.

	"You said in your call to Mr. Kent that the artifact didn't
show any sigh of Kryptonite radiation?"  Superman asked as
they entered the building and passed through a security
checkpoint.

	"That's what's been puzzling us,"  Phyllis said as she led
Superman through the maze of corridors.  "Almost every
previous Kryptonian artifact has shown at least trace amounts.
It's almost as if, if it is Kryptonian in origin,  it left the planet
before it's destruction.  At least that's the theory some of us
have come up with."

	"Well, let's see of I can settle the matter,"  Superman
said as they stepped through a final checkpoint and into the lab
filled with Doctor Hamilton's associates.


	Spotting their distinguished visitor, the small crowd
quickly parted to give him a clear path to their prize.  Despite
their assurances that there was no trace of radiation, the Last
Son of Krypton hesitated slightly before approaching it.  When
he did, Superman's first impression was that it was indeed a
relic of his long dead world.

	"Well, Superman?"  one of the other scientists asked.

	"Give him a chance, Donald,"  Phyllis said as Superman
effortlessly picked up the large metal fragment from the table
and examined it more closely.

	His blue eyes focused on the metal, examining it on a
level equaled only by the most advanced equipment.  The sub-
atomic structure did indeed match that of the rocket that had
brought him to Earth some two and a half decades before.  The
inscriptions on the outside also matched what he had learned of
his native language.  Deep within his mind, he translated the
half erased words into English.  The result surprised even him.

	"It's part of a spacecraft,"  Superman finally said.  "A
ship equivalent to the space shuttle, at least in function."

	"And it's Kryptonian?"  the scientist repeated his
question.

	"Yes, definitely Kryptonian,"  Superman said, making the
scientist's face light up.  "She must've been in space when the
end came."

	"Did the ship have a name?"  Phyllis asked out of
curiosity, not really expecting an answer.

	"Yuda,"  Superman answered with an unaccustomed
tremor in his voice,  "named after one of the goddesses of
ancient Krypton, also one of her moons."

	"What must it have been like to have flown her,"
another of the group asked,  "to have been on her at the end ...
to watch as your world died beneath you."

	"Martin!"  Phyllis snapped at her young colleague,
thinking the statement to be highly insensitive of their guest's
feelings, seeing that it had been his Homeworld as well.
"Superman, I'm sorry, that was ...."

	But the Man Of Tomorrow was already gone.

				-=-=-=-

	Once more high above the city, the fragment of the long
destroyed space shuttle dominated Superman's mind.  Just the
discovery of the artifact would've interested him, but to have it
been the Yuda totally shook him to the core.

	His mind drifted back, sorting out memories most
precious.  Recollections of a world that, if fate had been more
kind, might've been his.  A life filled with people he had loved,
and who had loved him in return.  Loved him enough to have
sacrificed all they had to give him a second chance.

	Ever since his emergence as a super hero in his mid-
teens, the world had known the story of his origins.  Of how his
father, Jor-El, one of the greatest young minds of his age, had
discovered the impending death of their world.  A discovery that
Krypton's ruling Science Council had refused to accept.  Leaving
the young scientist to labor alone to try and save his family.

	In the end, he had simply run out of time.  On the night
that Krypton died, the full sized spacecraft with his experimental
stardrive was only half completed.  All he had was an unused
test drone, fully functional but with only room for one.  The
decision for Jor-El and his wife was simple -- their son would
survive.

	Yes, almost anyone who heard of Superman had also
heard of Jor-El.  A much fewer number, however,  had heard of
Lara Lor-Van.  And that was their loss.  A remarkable student
and athlete in her school years, Lara had also been one of
Krypton's first astronauts.  A field of scientific endeavor that had
come late to that ancient culture.  Prior to her marriage to Jor-El
and the birth of their son, Lara had been the commander of one
of the first space shuttles.  A ship she had named, Yuda.

	"Mother,"  Kal-El of Krypton thought as he remembered
the face of the woman who had placed him in the escape rocket
and sacrificed her dreams in the hope that he might find his
own.

				-=-=-=-


	The image of the woman who set the example by which
he would judge all others remained in his mind until, faster than
the human eye could follow, the Man of Steel entered the Daily
Planet building through the open window of a little used
storeroom.  A quick flash of his x-ray vision seconds before had
made sure that the room was indeed empty.

	A familiar transformation took place as Superman once
more assumed the identity that he had lived most of his life
under.  That of Clark Kent, the son of Jonathan and Martha who
had rescued and then raised him as their own when his lifecraft
crashed outside of Smallville, Kansas.  Aside from the
camouflaging effects of a non-descript blue business suit, the
conversion included a change of posture along with a slight
voice alteration.  The final touch was a pair of ordinary glasses
that gave new meaning to the phrase, to hide in plain sight.

	Stepping into the newsroom, Clark was greeted by a
half dozen good afternoons, all of which he dutifully returned.
Sitting down at his desk, he took a moment to scan his terminal
for any of the keyword news alerts he had programmed into it.
Thankfully, the world seemed to be quiet during his all day
absence.

	His attention turned to the empty desk situated across
from his.  The owner of which had been out all day as well.
Clark didn't need his super-senses to know when she finally
entered the newsroom a quarter hour later.  You could just feel
her presence by the reaction of those around her.

	Lois Lane had already established her reputation as a
star reporter by the time Clark Kent appeared on the scene two
years before.  Yet it still bothered her that the story of the
century had gone instead to the unknown reporter.  She had no
way of knowing of course that Kent would always have the
inside track on any Superman story since beneath the shirt of
the mild mannered reporter rested the irregular yellow and red
pentagon of the Man of Steel.

	The competition between the two of them had always
been fierce, but it had evolved into a working relationship that
Clark worked hard to make something more.  Only two months
before, the two of them had begun to date, if somewhat
irregularly.  Lois was, she quickly let him know, not ready to
settle down with any one man.  At least not with any ordinary
man.

	That lesson had been driven home to Clark in a dramatic
way only the weekend before as his alter-ego decided to check
in on Lois towards the end of his late night patrol.  The two of
them had a few words over a story and it had been his intention
to have Clark show up with a peace offering.  A quick x-ray
check of her apartment to see if she was home quickly put an
end to that idea.

				---

	Lois had indeed been home, but she hadn't been alone.
Superman recognized her guest as Jose Delgado, AKA
Gangbuster, the homegrown costumed hero who was doing
wonders in cleaning up the section of the city known as Suicide
Slum.  Not since the disappearance of the Guardian in the early
1950's had that part of Metropolis had a hero to call their own.

	Normally, he would've been glad to see Delgado as he
greatly respected the work he was doing, both as Gangbuster
and as a teacher in one of the local schools.  This time,
however, that admiration didn't really apply, seeing as both Jose
and Lois were nude at the time, with Lois riding his cock on the
way to orgasm.

	Not really wanting to watch, but yet compelled to do so
at the same time, Superman watched as Lois bounced up and
down on the Latino Hero.  Her large breasts heaved, covered
with sweat, as she called out her lover's name along with an
demand that he fuck her harder.  Jose responded to her order
as he grabbed her waist and pulled her down on him hard.  The
action was repeated again and again until Lois cried out in
triumph as her body climaxed explosively.

	Delgado's orgasm was only a few moments behind hers,
but it was long enough for Lois to do what she had in mind.
Sliding off his cock even before the last of the tremors had faded
from her flesh, she spun around and slid his cock into her
mouth.  Less than a heartbeat later, Jose exploded like a
volcano, sending a hot white lava into her mouth.  A sharp, salty
magma that Lois swallowed with enthusiasm.

	It was at that point that Superman finally turned away.
Even in a situation like that, he thought, Lois still had to be in
total control.

				---

	People who knew them, tended to think of both Clark
and Superman as the world's greatest boy scouts.  They were
wrong about both aspects of his personality.  Either as Clark or
Kal-El, he had grown up with the same urges and desires as any
other man.  Subject to the same temptations, possibly more so
because of his amazing abilities.  It was just that in most cases
he'd learned to become more circumspect in their uses.  At least
that was the example he tried to impress on other heroes.

	As a teenager, Clark had been smitten by Lana Lang,
one of his classmates at Smallville High.  His relationship with
the redhead had been close enough for them to achieve a level
of intimacy, up to and including oral sex.  Yet it never
progressed to a point where for the young visitor from another
world was able to lose his virginity.  Lana on the other hand had
lost hers with Clark's best friend, Pete Ross, whom she also
dated at times.

	It wasn't until he left Smallville and was a student at
Metropolis University that Clark duplicated Pete's
accomplishment.  Working at a small diner while he attended
classes, Clark had become close friends with an older waitress.
A friendship that had ended in her bed one night, much to both
of their satisfactions.

	So far, his relationship with Lois hadn't progressed much
further than the one he'd had with Lana, but that wasn't to say
Clark lived a life of abstinence.  During his previous cold spell
with Lois, he'd had a short, somewhat fiery relationship with Cat
Grant.  The blond bombshell was a gossip columnist over at
WGBS who also wrote a column for the Planet.  The least that
could be said about their nights together was that they had
indeed been memorable.

	A new chorus of greetings from the far end of the
newsroom signaled the late arrival of Lois Lane.  At least late
from Clark's perspective, but he had learned long ago that
allowances had to be made for those who weren't able to simply
soar above the gridlock of midtown traffic.

	By the time Lois came into view, Clark was waiting with
a hot cup of her favorite flavored coffee.  He had made it earlier
and it only took a brief flash of his heat vision to make it
steaming hot.  Lois reached her desk just as Clark placed it on a
clear section of it.

	"Good afternoon, Lois,"  he said with his patented smile,
projecting all the warmth he could manage.

	"Afternoon Kent,"  Lois said with a noticeable frost in
her voice as she all but ignored his latest peace offering.

	Lois Lane stood five six with shoulder length dark brown
hair and blue eyes.  An army brat, she had been a take-charge
type of woman since her teens, earning her reputation the hard
way.  Too many people had learned, to their regret, that there
was a lot more to her than an attractive woman with a well-
defined figure.

	"Was there something you wanted, Kent?"  the brunette
asked as she dropped her carry bag alongside the desk and
settled into her chair, turning on her computer as she did.

	"No, not really,"  Clark said, realizing that she was still
too angry with him to accept any acts of conciliation.

	"Well then some of us have work to do,"  Lois said as
she ignored the tall reporter standing in front of her desk and
turned her attention to the story in progress that was
reappearing on her screen.

	Clark opened his mouth to say something, but was
interrupted by an ultra-high frequency beeping that only he
could hear.  The source of the persistent sound was the belt
buckle of his Superman costume, worn under his street clothes.
Specifically, the signal device he wore as a member of the
Justice League of America.  From the pattern of the alert, he
could knew it was a call for all available members to report to
the group's headquarters as soon as possible.

	Seeing as Lois was already ignoring his presence, Clark
backed away and closed out the files on his own computer.  Just
before he did, he logged himself as out checking a story in case
the Chief should look for him while he was gone.  Luckily the
two stories he had been assigned on the previous day were
already waiting on Perry White's desk.  Despite the age of
technology, White was an old time editor who liked to feel paper
in his hand and read hard copy.


	Heading for his favorite storeroom, Clark couldn't help
but overhear his name in a discussion as he crossed the floor.
In his case, it didn't matter that the brief  conversation had
taken place on the far end of the room or had been in Japanese.

	"I don't understand what Miss Lane's problem is?"  the
first girl's voice, which Clark identified as belonging to Kiko
Noboru, one of the copy girls.  "How can anyone resist those
puppy dog looks of Mr. Kent's?"

	"I think there's a lot more to him than just being cute,"
said the second voice that belonged to Susan Mizuka, a
photographer.  "I bet if you got under those old suits he wears
you'd find something rock hard."

	"You thing that about every man in this place like that,"
Miko replied.

	"Well you never know until you take the time to check it
out,"  Susan replied.

	Both girls quietly giggled at the thought as Clark
reached and opened the door to the supply room, a wide smile
on his face.  He was surprised to almost bump into Jimmy Olsen
as the freckled faced teenager stepped out of the small room.

	"Jeepers, Mr. Kent, you sure seem to spend a lot of time
in the supply room,"  Jimmy said. "Most of the other reporters
just ask me to get what they need."

	"Well, some of us appreciate the fact that you have
other things to do, Jim,"  Clark smiled as he stepped past the
younger redhead.  "Speaking of which, why don't you ask Susan
Mizuka out to lunch one of these afternoons.  I have the feeling
that the two of you might have a lot in common."

	"Really, Mr. Kent?"  Jimmy asked, his tone showing not
a small level of excitement.

	"Let's just say I have a hunch,"  Clark said as he closed
the door behind him and Jimmy set out in search of Susan.

				-=-=-=-

	The transformation from man to Superman took only a
few brief moments, as Clark shed his outer garments to once
more reveal a form made more of steel than rock.  A running
leap sent him out into the late afternoon sky, this time on a
vector that had him passing high altitude jets less than a minute
later.  The sky around him shifted from light blue to darker
shades and then  finally to black.  Scanning the heavens,
Superman soon spotted the new Satellite home of the Justice
League, resting serenely in geosynchronous orbit over the
United States.

	Other members of the League usually made use of the
teleport tubes that had been hidden in the cities of the major
members, but Superman liked to fly up under his own power.
The large man-made structure looming before him was a long
lifetime away from anything the major Earth powers could
dream of putting into orbit.  Its construction  had involved the
combined sciences of several alien members of the League.

	As he prepared to enter the airlock, Superman caught
sight of a flash of green light streaking up from the Earth's
surface, much like a meteor in reverse.  The luminescent beam
took on human shape as it closed on the JLA Satellite, revealing
a man in green and black garb who became clearer as the bright
light retreated into an emerald ring he wore on his left hand.
The Kryptonian knew him as Hal Jordan, test pilot of some of
the world's most advanced aircraft, but to the world at large he
was better know as the Green Lantern, a member of an
interstellar police force created by the eons old race known as
the Guardians of the Universe.

	Together the two men entered the airlock, to be greeted
by other members who had preceded them through the magic of
futuristic technology.  The first to welcome them was a man
dressed almost head to toe in red, with yellow boots and
decorative lightning bolts on the chest and wrists of his uniform.
Yellow wings also adorned his cowl denoting speed, a symbol
well befitting Barry Allen, the Flash.  He and Hal were the best
of friends and after a quick hello to Superman, the two went
ahead into the conference room to catch up before the meeting.

	Behind the fastest man alive had stood a tall blond
haired man in orange and green.  His face reflected a concern
with being  so far out of his natural watery environment.  King
of Poseidonis, he was better known to the surface world as
Aquaman.  Able to exist in both worlds, if only for a short time
out of water, the ruggedly handsome man could also
communicate telepathically with most sea life.

	Standing on the shoulder of the regal member was
another man just six inches tall.  Clad in blue and red, Ray
Palmer was a physicist who used his discovery of white dwarf
matter to shrink his body in size.  Able to control his size and
density, he fought crime as the hard-hitting Atom.

	The only female member of the impromptu reception
committee was a young woman dressed in blue and white.
Anyone who had spent time at any of the major hotels on the
west coast might have recognized her as Zatanna, one of the
country's premiere stage magicians.  Few realized that the
nineteen-year-old Maid of Magic was actually a daughter of the
magical race Homo Magi and could actually perform the feats
she only mimicked on stage.

	Together the small group moved to the main meeting
room on the uppermost level of the satellite.  There they caught
up with the Flash and Green Lantern as well as three more
members who had preceded them.

	Standing alone in the shadows as seemed to befit him
was a tall, athletically built man in gray and black.  Without peer
as the world's greatest detective, Bruce Wayne had turned a life
long obsession to avenge the murder of his parents into a
personal war on the underworld of Gotham City.  Many would
disagree with his methods, but the Darknight had defiantly
made a difference in his city that couldn't be argued.

	The second woman of the group was a blond haired
young woman in her twenties who wore a black outfit that
looked as if it belonged to another age.  Which in fact it actually
did, having been designed by her mother, the original Black
Canary who had fought crime decades before.  The second
heroine to carry that name,  she added a shattering sonic beam
that she called her canary cry to the martial arts Dinah Lance
had learned from her mother.

	The final member of the assemblage was like Superman,
born of another world.  Unlike the numerous light years that the
Man of Steel traveled to reach his new home, J'Onn J'Onzz's
world was less than fifty million miles away.  The Martian
Manhunter was one of the last survivors of the now dead planet,
and had chosen to carve a new life for himself on her sister
world.   Six foot seven and weighing three hundred pounds, the
green skinned Martian possessed among his other abilities, one
that enabled him to change his physical form at will.  This
allowed him to blend in among human society.

	"Well it looks like no one else is going to make it,"
J'Onn said in his capacity as the current Chairman of the
League.  "So we might as well get started."

	No one objected and they all took their seats.
Automatic recording devices came into play as the meeting was
called to order, making a record of the proceedings for any
absent member that wished to review it later.

				-=-=-=-

	Mundane but necessary matters took up the bulk of
their discussions.  They agreed on most of the important issues
so they moved down the agenda rather quickly.  The meeting
was running so smoothly that J'Onn was about to call for a
break an hour later when a new arrival entered the room.  All
heads turned in her direction, an action in no way related to her
lateness.

	The woman standing in the large entranceway stood
five eleven and weighed in at a hundred and thirty-five pounds.
A size that was quite deceptive when it came to the awesome
power her body contained.  The only daughter of Hippolyta,
Queen of the legendary Amazons, Diana of Themyscira had
come to man's world only a half dozen months before.  She had
immediately captured the public's imagination as Wonder
Woman.

	Born of the clay of the Earth and given life as a gift of
the Olympian gods, Diana wore a form fitting costume that
consisted of little more than a red and gold bustier atop a star
spangled pair of blue briefs.  A gold tiara and belt, as well as
white trimmed red boots completed her outfit.  Around her
wrists were wrapped bracelets of an almost indestructible metal
and a glowing lasso, said by some to be magical, hung by her
waist.

	The Amazon would have drawn the same level of
attention if she had been garbed in the proverbial sackcloth
instead of the quite revealing costume.  Beautiful seemed such
an inadequate word to fully describe her.  Long black hair hung
free down her back, drawing only the slightest of distraction
from the deepest blue eyes any of the Leaguers had ever seen.
Her face and body seemed more suited to that of a model or
movie star.  Not a warrior woman who could bench press a
tractor trailer or fly among the air currents.

	"I'm sorry to be so late,"  the Princess apologized as she
took one of the empty seats.

	"I'm sure it was unavoidable, Diana,"  J'Onn said as he
waited for her to sit down.  "As it was, I was about to suggest
we take a short break."

	"Excellent,"  Diana replied,  "it will give me a chance to
go over the record and catch up."

	With no objection, J'Onn called for a pause in the
proceedings.  Half the attending membership headed for the
gallery to get some refreshments as Diane engaged a small
screen by her seat and ran the computer transcribed record at
high speed.  Watching her, Superman was surprised that she
was able to fully digest the information at that rate.  He'd
thought that only he, J'Onn and probably Barry could read that
fast.  By the time the others returned a few minutes later, she
had read the record all the way through.

	After J'Onn called the meeting back to order, Diane
made a few comments about what she had read.  Basically, she
didn't disagree with any of the decisions that had been made,
but she did offer a few suggestions.  Two of which so impressed
other Leaguers that they called for the record to be changed to
reflect her input.

	"A few more items on the agenda and we can call it a
day,"  J'Onn announced to the accompaniment of a few
comments from the gallery.  "We received a request from the
Daily Star in Metropolis to do a series of features about the
League.  In deference to our member of their distinguished
competition, I was inclined to simply deny the request, but on
second thought felt that it should be up to the entire
membership."

	"I more than agree, J'Onn,"  Superman said from his
seat on the far end of the table.  "Matters affecting the League
shouldn't be decided over how they might affect any individual
member."

	"I thought you might feel that way,"  J'Onn replied, "So
I'll leave it open to discussion."

	"Well, I'll close the discussion,"  the Flash said as his
mid-western accented voice filled the room.  "Wasn't the Star
the rag that did that story last year on the sex lives of
superheroes?"

	"I believe it was,"  J'Onn said, "but we shouldn't judge a
paper based solely on a single story."

	"The hell we can't,"  Green Lantern chimed in,  "I might
have expected a piece of trash like that from one of those
supermarket tabloids, but not from a major paper.  I say we tell
them no right off."

	It was quickly obvious that a majority of the members
felt that way so that J'Onn accepted the inevitable and logged a
rejection into the computer that would send an e-mail to the
managing editor of the Star.  It had been his hope, he
explained, that a series of articles on the JLA might go a long
way in allaying of the fears that some people still seemed to
have about super powered beings.

	"If that's the case, J'Onn,"  Superman interjected, aware
that being the least human in appearance, J'Onn was sometimes
too sensitive about such things,  "I'm sure I can get the Planet
to do a series like that."

	"I didn't want to put you in a position where..."  the
green hued Manhunter started to say.

	"Not a problem,"  Superman cut him off.  "If I can write
about my own exploits in the third person, I doubt I'll have any
trouble with the rest of you.  Besides, I didn't want to mention it
before the vote, but the Star had been lacking a certain
journalistic integrity of late.  We'd be much better off having
them run in the Planet, and I say that without any personal
bias."

	It was only then that the Man of Steel considered that
after delivering what would undoubtedly be a Pulitzer Prize
worthy series of articles about the JLA, it might be a very long
time before Lois talked to him again.  If that was the case, he
told himself, well then so be it.  He had been totally honest in
what he had said about the Star and the way they now seemed
to handle the news.

	It wasn't just that the article the Flash and Green
Lantern had referred to had been so far off the mark, although it
was.  It was that the truth, if they had been able to discover it,
which was highly unlikely, would've been so much more
interesting.

	As the Martian Manhunter went on to the last few and in
his mind, unimportant matters of business, Superman allowed
his mind to drift and considered what he actually knew about his
fellow members around the table.  At least what he knew about
their sexual interests.

	Two of the members sitting at the table were married,
the Flash and the Atom, and as far as Superman knew, led
pretty much ordinary sex lives.  The same could also be said of
Green Lantern who despite the fighter jock mentality of his
profession, seemed to have one steady love.

	Zatanna, he had once discovered inadvertently, was
bisexual if not a lesbian.  A fact that might be expected of
someone as involved in show business as she was.  He wasn't
being judgmental in any way, just taking note of the truth of the
situation.

	The same could be said of Aquaman, having lived half
his life in a totally alien environment.  Orin, which had been his
birth name, had once gone out of his way to present that fact to
Superman to see if he might be interested.  The Man of Steel
had been quick to explain that while his own birth culture made
no distinction as to gender when it came to love, or even just
sex, he himself preferred the company of women.

	Dinah Lance made no secret of the fact that she
preferred the company of men.  Actually, in her case it was a lot
of men, to a point where her sexual exploits were on the verge
of becoming legendary.  If anyone had the opportunity to scan
her luggage with x-rays as he had done on several occasions in
the interests of security, one might also discover a keen interest
in various bondage and discipline paraphernalia.

	Bruce Wayne, the Batman, was likewise very straight,
but with a constantly revolving variety of women that could
make Hugh Hefner jealous.  Superman had never been able to
decide how much of it all was part of Bruce's Playboy alter-ego
or just his desire to live every moment of life to it's fullest.

	The most interesting member at the table, at least from
a sexual perspective, had to be the current Chairman.  All of the
members were aware that J'Onn used his shape shifting abilities
to live as a human during his long exile on Earth, and that in the
three decades he's been here, that had included several
different identities.

	 What would amaze the others was the knowledge that
Martians were actually both male and female in their genetic
makeup and that for a few years, the Manhunter had lived as a
woman as well.  Seeing how the other half of humanity lives, he
had explained to the Kryptonian when he had mentioned it to
him during one of their discussions on being an alien among
humans.  Additionally, J'Onn had also lived as both a gay man
and a lesbian over the years.

	Finally, Superman turned his attention to Wonder
Woman, the last but certainly not the least of his fellows.  From
the day she had first appeared, she had fueled numerous sexual
fantasies among men and to be honest with himself, the man
within the Man of Steel had been no exception.  If only on a
physical level, Diana would certainly qualify as every man's
dream.

	Yet, in those times when he allowed himself to think
about it, there was much more to the attraction he oftentimes
felt for the dark haired Amazon Princess.  She was highly
intelligent, determined and totally self reliant, all of the things
the Metropolis Marvel most admired in a woman.

	Still, even if he found himself in a situation where he
might want to pursue his attraction, Superman was quite
uncertain as to how it might be received.  Diana, after all, had
grown up in a society of women, in which lesbianism was the
norm.  To confuse matters more, there was the subject of Major
Steve Trevor.  Almost since her debut, the Air Force Officer's
name had been constantly linked with hers.  If she was at least
bisexual, she might already be in a relationship.

	So focused on the beautiful woman sitting across from
him, Superman didn't even realize that J'Onn had declared the
meeting adjourned.  The brief lapse had gone almost totally
unnoticed, except by the member who had caused it.


	With no emergencies to occupy their attention, and
most of them having already taken care of excusing themselves
of any daily responsibilities in their civilian identities, the men
and women of the Justice League were all to willing to take the
opportunity to just take a break.  It was rare that they had the
chance to just socialize and talk about the kind of things that
only someone else who lived the life behind the mask would
understand.

	Green Lantern, Flash and the Atom, friends under the
masks as well, tended to form their own group.  Batman was
involved in a conversation with J'Onn J'Onzz about some aspect
of a case he was on.  Zatanna was following their discussion
with some interest.
Aquaman had said goodbye as soon as the meeting had ended,
as did the Black Canary.  Superman was considering making his
own goodbye when the last member of the assemblage
approached him.

	"Superman, may I speak to you for a moment?"  the
tall, Amazon said in a soft, melodious tone.

	"Of course Diana,"  the Man of Steel replied as he
turned to face her.  "What can I do for you?"

	The dark haired woman smiled as if she was considering
a private joke at Superman's choice of words.  Then she asked a
rather mundane question about a rule of law that she had
encountered the previous week.  Proficient in both Federal and
the local laws in all fifty states, as well as most foreign
countries, Superman spent the next few minutes explaining the
one she had asked about.

	"Society here in your country is very complicated at
times,"  Diane commented after Superman completed his
explanation.  "On Themyscira we take a much simpler, direct
approach to things."

	"I guess when you come from a small, closed culture, it
doesn't take some getting used to."  the Metropolis Marvel
replied.  "I grew up in America and it was still somewhat of an
adjustment to go from small town living to a big city.  Don't
worry, it will all come to you quick enough.  If there is anyway
that I can help you, please feel free to ask."

	"Well there is something else that I would like to ask
you about,"  the woman in red, blue and gold asked, "but I have
hesitated before this because, like I have said, I am still
adjusting to the rules of your society."

	"Princess, no one knows better than me what it's like to
be a stranger in a strange land,"  Superman said.  "So you can
ask me anything you like in total confidence, and please, call me
Clark."

	"Very well then, Clark,"  the powerfully built young
woman said as her body seemed to tense.  "Both today, and on
a number of previous occasions, I could not help but notice that
you seem to have much more of an interest in me than the
other male Leaguers.  An interest that resides outside of a
professional relationship."

	The Kryptonian's face went slightly pale.  He had never
realized it had been so obvious.  Had anyone else noticed it as
well?
His head turned to his left to see if anyone else had overheard
her comments.  Thankfully, not even J'Onn, whose hearing
almost equaled, his own had noticed.

	"Princess, I assure you, I've never considered you with
anything but the highest respect and if you took it any other
way than I most sincerely apologize."  he quickly said.

	"I'm afraid that you misunderstand why I brought the
subject up,"  Diana said after listening to his apology.  "I wasn't
voicing my observation as a complaint, but rather an inquiry as
to if you plan to act on your interest."

	For a man who spoke regularly to Kings, Prime Ministers
and Presidents, Superman found himself suddenly speechless
before the Princess of Themyscira.  The Amazon certainly had
been correct when she said her people took a more direct
approach to things.  Now that it was out in the open, the Man of
Steel found her directness even more attractive.

	"My experience with men had been somewhat limited,"
she continued,  "but I would like to expand that knowledge."

	"I had thought that you and Steve Trevor were ...."
Superman started to say in a somewhat flustered tone, suddenly
realizing how Doctor Hamilton and other women felt when they
were around him.

	"Steve and I were more a matter of circumstances than
anything else,"  the warrior woman admitted.  "He was, after all,
the first man that I had ever known."

	It was pretty obvious from her tone that she meant that
in the traditional biblical sense.  Superman also got the
impression that Major Trevor had been found somewhat lacking,
at least as far as what the Amazon had expected.

	"Relationships between League members are not
forbidden, are they?"  Wonder Woman said.  "That was the
impression that Zatanna gave me when she expressed her own
interest in such an occurrence."

	"You and Zatanna?"  Superman said in surprise.  "The
two of you were ..."  he paused, not wanting to say the word.

	"No, she merely expressed an interest,"  Diana replied.

	"Oh,"  was all Superman could say as he again glanced
over to the far corner where the Maid of Magic was still
continuing to listen to Batman and the Martian Manhunter.

	The Man of Steel's concentration slipped for a moment
as an image of the two women in bed appeared in his mind.
While she didn't have Wonder Woman's perfect build, the young
Magician was an extremely beautiful woman in her own right.
The thought of her and  Diane together was enough to distract
any man.

	"If I have been wrong in my appraisal of your interest,
or there is someone else, I will understand."  the Amazon said in
response to the Kryptonian's sudden far away look.  A look she
interpreted as possibly reluctance to her suggestion.

	Then an image of Lois appeared in Superman's thoughts
as he considered their on again, off again relationship.  The
initial picture of her sitting at her desk at the Planet faded, to be
replaced by that of her and Jose in bed.  The image didn't make
him angry or upset, but it did remind him that they were both
free agents.  It would be foolish for him to pass up new
opportunities in favor of one that might never be.

	"No, there's no one else,"  he replied.  "not really."


	A loud klaxon suddenly filled the room, interrupting all
of the conversations in the room.  It was an automated alert
from the Justice League's computerized monitoring system.  The
large monitor screen in the conference room came to life with a
news broadcast of a major fire.  The computer system normally
monitored all the major networks and reacted to keywords that
had been programmed into it.  The caption at the bottom corner
of the screen read WGBS, Metropolis.

	"I think that's my clue to say goodbye,"  Superman said
after watching the screen for a few moments and taking it all in.
It was obvious from what little he'd seen that the MFD could use
his help.

	"Do you need any assistance, Superman?"  the Martian
Manhunter said as the current League Chairman.

	"No, I should be able to manage it myself," Superman
replied, appreciating the fact that J'Onn was offering to help
despite his fatal weakness to fire.

	Before heading for the closest airlock, Superman turned
his attention back to Wonder Woman.  In a voice low enough
that only she could hear, the Man of Steel promised her that
they would continue their discussion as soon as they could.
Then in a blur he was gone, leaving the Amazon Warrior staring
at the empty spot where he had stood.

	The remaining members began to say their own
farewells as they left under their own power or the transporter
tubes.  Diana stood by the large window, gazing down at the
Earth spinning far below.  In her mind she could plot the
location of Metropolis on the east coast of the United States and
her thoughts went to the man in red and blue who was even
now already appearing in the early evening skies above it.

	Despite her heritage, the heir to the throne of the
Amazons found that she was no more immune to the effect
Superman had on the opposite sex than any other woman.  It
was an experience that was almost disconcerting.  Certainly her
only previous male lover, Steve Trevor, hadn't possessed
anything like it.

	He had been interesting enough, she'd thought, and the
physical aspects of their relationship had indeed been pleasing.
Still, it was nowhere near what her mother had described of her
long ago tryst with Hercules, the son of Zeus.  The Air Force
Officer hadn't been the equal of the Olympian, but Diana found
herself wondering if the Last Son of Krypton might well be.

	"Diana, can I ..."  the Martian Manhunter started to say
as he turned  to ask if he could give the Amazon Princess a lift
back to Earth, remembering her stated dislike of the transporter.

	To his surprise, she was already gone.

				-=-=-=-

	The flames raged unchecked through what had been
only two hours before, Metropolis's premier department store.
Standing nine stories tall, R.A. Dawson's had been a city
landmark for close to a hundred years.  By tomorrow, it would
be a memory.  Firefighters now fought not to save the old
building, which was already half gone, but just to keep the
surrounding area from going with it.

	The Battalion Chief in Charge told the Man of Steel that
they believed everyone had gotten out while they still had some
control of the fire, but it never hurt to double check.  Using  his
x-ray and telescopic vision, Superman stood in front of the
burning building and searched floor by floor.  His muscles tensed
almost imperceptibly as he spotted two young women huddling
together in a back office.  They were still unhurt but their only
avenue of escape had been cut off by the fast moving fire.
Before another heartbeat passed, the Metropolis Marvel was at
their side.

	"You're going to be all right,"  Superman assured the
two as he wrapped them both in his protective red cape.  "Just
take a deep breath and hold it for a few seconds."

	He gave them just enough time to take that breath,
then carried them through what was left of a plate glass
window.  A burst of heat vision vaporized falling fragments of
glass as he passed out into the open air.  By the time his
charges finally exhaled, they were on the ground behind the fire
line and being checked out by the paramedics.

	"That building's not going to last much longer,"  Chief
Ryan told Superman when he landed back at his command post.
"It's just too far gone."

	"Then the best thing to do is to bring it down on our
terms,"  Superman offered.  "Pull all your men back and I'll take
care of it."

	Not sure what Superman was planning but at the same
time trusting him implicitly, the Fire Chief did as requested and
ordered all of his men back.  Making sure the last man was
clear, the Man of Steel took once more to the sky.

	Slowly at first, then faster and faster, Superman circled
the burning building in ever-contracting circles.  He quickly
faded from view, becoming a red and blue blur as a vacuum
began to form  within the ring.  High flames that had been
visible from a half mile away began to loose their strength as
the already shaky walls of the landmark quaked even more.
Then, with a deafening roar, the nine-story building collapsed in
upon itself, leaving only a pile of no longer even smoking
wreckage.  Without oxygen, even the smallest of the fires had
quickly died out.?

	"That...was amazing,"  Tim Ryan said as Superman once
more landed by his side.

	"I'm sorry I couldn't have done more,"  the Man of Steel
said, almost apologetic in his tone.

	"The building was gone before you even got here,
Superman,"  the Chief said with a smile.  "We didn't lose any
other buildings and more importantly, thanks to you, we had no
fatalities.  We can always replace a building.  All in all, not a bad
day's work."

	"I guess so,"  Superman said.

	Even a little defeat was to him still a defeat.  Superman
couldn't help but think that if he hadn't stayed behind at the JLA
meeting to socialize, he might've gotten here earlier and
managed to save the building as well.

	Then the voice of his foster father spoke from his
memory and he put such thoughts out of his mind.  If there was
one thing Jonathan Kent had drummed into him from the day
Clark had first put on a costume, it was the fact that while super
he might be, he was still just a man.  He couldn't be everywhere
at once and he couldn't save everyone every time.  Even a
superman was entitled to a little personal time now and then.

	"I know so,"  the Chief reiterated.  "This city is lucky to
have you, Superman."

	"I agree,"  said a soft, yet strong voice from behind the
two men.

	Both turned at the sound but it was Chief Ryan who
reacted first when he saw who had agreed with him.

	"Mother of God!"  he exclaimed.

	Not ten feet away, standing in the middle of a field of
scattered debris stood the most incredibly beautiful woman he
had ever seen in his life.  For a woman like that, he found
himself thinking, he would gladly leave his wife of thirty-four
years.

	"Would this be a convenient time to continue our
conversation?"  Wonder Woman asked as she stepped over a
large chunk of debris and walked up to Superman.

	"Diana,"  Superman said in a voice that reflected both
surprise and delight.?

	Those were the only words they had a chance to
exchange before the small crowd of reporters who had been
covering the fire rushed past the police barricades and swarmed
around the two Justice Leaguers.  A dozen questions at once
were called out to them in a muddle that only Superman was
able to sort out.

	 Two of the shouted questions asked if he and Wonder
Woman were involved in a relationship.  Once of those had
come from a supermarket tabloid, the other from what was
considered the best paper after the Daily Planet.  Superman
ignored them both.

	"Wonder Woman, was there a reason why you didn't
bother to help Superman put out the fire?" another reporter
called out in a voice that was all too familiar to the Man of Steel.
"Maybe between the two of you, a city landmark might have
been saved?"

	Superman was about to say that even with Diana's help,
the department store was beyond saving, but the Warrior
Woman by his side answered first.

	"And you would be?"  she asked the reporter.

	"Lois Lane of the Daily Planet,"  the woman in brown
replied as she pushed forward a small hand held recorder to
tape the Amazon's reply.

	Diane waited a long heartbeat before answering.  She
knew from conversations with the other Leaguers exactly who
Lois Lane was, including what her relationship with Superman
was.  Looking her over, Wonder Woman decided that the
reporter would be a worthy adversary, both in love and war.  In
fact, if it wasn't for the fact that the brunette was a possible
impediment to her own relationship with the Kryptonian, the
Princess might consider Lois as a possible lover as well.

	"Well, Miss Lane,"  she said in an authoritative tone.  "If
Superman had needed my help, which of course he didn't being
the champion that he is, I would've been more than glad to give
it.  As it was, and I think Chief Ryan here would agree with me,
I think Superman did all that could be hoped for under the
circumstances."

	The reporter in the Man of Steel couldn't help but note
that for someone who said she was having difficulty learning her
way in America, Diana certainly seemed to be picking things up
pretty fast.  She deftly avoided the implied criticism in Lois's
question and gave her answer more authority by linking it to the
already expressed opinion of the Fire Department Chief.

	Seeing that she had failed to throw the Amazon with her
question, Lois quickly fired off a second one before any of the
other reporters could interrupt her.  She addressed it to
Superman who she was sure wouldn't ignore her.

	"Superman,"  she called out to get his attention.
"Seeing that a few of my esteemed colleagues here seem to
have the wrong impression about the actual relationship
between you and Wonder Woman, would you care to set the
record straight?"

	To Lois's dismay, it was again Wonder Woman who
answered and Superman made no attempt to interrupt or even
correct her.  The answer that the, in her opinion, much too
beautiful Amazon gave was also not one that gave her comfort.

	"Kal and I are of course both members of the Justice
League,"  Diana said, her use of Superman's birth name
implying a familiarity that bothered Lois to no end, "so we do
have a very close professional relationship.  As far as anything
beyond that, well I think that even superheroes are entitled to a
measure of privacy."

	Unwilling to let Lois get a third question in, a half score
of her competitors shouted out a half score of other questions.
Superman and Wonder Woman both answered a few of them
before excusing themselves to attend to what they referred to
as important League business.  Before the two of them took to
the air, Superman glanced back to take a look at Lois.  Looking
at the expression on her face, he was glad that mind reading
wasn't one of his abilities.  He definitely didn't care to know
what she was thinking at this moment.

				-=-=-=-

	Wonder Woman couldn't actually fly, but among the
gifts granted to her by the Olympians was the ability to glide on
air currents.  Once they cleared the view of the reporters,
Superman reached out and took her hand in his, letting her fly
along under his power.  The smile he saw on her face as well as
the acceptance of this simple gesture both meant a great deal to
him.

	Wordlessly they sailed high over his adopted city,
neither of them really paying any attention to the vast tableau
beneath.  The only thing that seemed to matter at this moment
was the blue of each other's eyes.

	Out beyond the city, Superman guided the two of them
down to a landing on a large ledge jutting out from Mount
Curtis.  Here, far from prying eyes, they could continue the
conversation they had starting twenty-four thousand miles
above.  As much as was on his mind, no words seemed to be
forthcoming.  All he found himself wanting to do was take the
Amazon in his arms.  Almost without realizing that he was doing
it, it was exactly what he did.

	The press of Diana's lips against his own was all he had
dreamed it might have been.  At first, when he realized what he
had done, he was afraid he had gone too far.  After all, they
were supposed to be finding a quiet place to talk.  Then, as he
felt the woman in his arms responding to his kiss, that thought
faded from his mind as well.

	For a woman who, by her own admission, had only been
with one man in her life, the Man of Steel thought that Diana
was quite skilled as he felt her tongue explore his mouth.  Then
he realized he was proceeding from a false assumption.  While it
was true that Steve Trevor had been the only man in her life,
the Amazon Warrior doubtlessly had a number of female lovers
before that.

	From his explorations of his Homeworld's culture,
Superman knew that Kryptonian's made no distinction between
genders as far as love or even just sex was concerned.  While
he had never been inclined in that area himself, the discovery of
his parents' journals on a high density disk in his escape rocket
had volunteered the information that his mother had female
lover's before she  meet his father.  The most notable being her
first officer on the Yuda.

	"That was pretty nice,"  Superman said as they broke
their kiss.

	"Yes it was,"  Wonder Woman agreed as she felt the
energy in the arms around her, confirming that which she had
only guessed at before.

	"I guess we should have that talk now,"  Superman
said, almost reluctant to let her go.

	"Amazons prefer actions over words,"  the dark haired
woman said as she grabbed the back of his head and initiated
her own kiss, this one backed with all of her own considerable
strength.

	Superman felt his head swimming in a pool of desire as
the Amazon held him tight.  An embrace that he was able to
return without, for the first time in his life, the fear of hurting
the woman he held.

	"That was even better,"  Superman said as they finally
let each other go.

	"Yes it was,"  Diana agreed.

	"So where do we go from here?"  Superman asked.

	The Amazon took a few steps away and looked out over
the now darkening horizon.  She seemed to be gathering her
thoughts when she turned back to face the Man of Steel.

	"As I've already said, we Amazons prefer to speak
plainly and directly,"  she began.

	"And I respect that,"  Superman replied.

	"So having said that, I will also say that I want you as a
lover."

	"I was pretty much getting that impression,"  Superman
smiled.

	"That woman back at the fire, the one called Lois,"
Diana continued,  "you and she have been lovers in the past."

	"Of a sort,"  the dark haired hero said as he ran his
hand across his forehead, brushing back his long curl.  "we've
dated on and off, but it hasn't gone as far as I might have
liked."

	"That is a mistake on her part,"  Diana commented.

	"Well she's only seen me as Clark,"  Superman offered
in way of explanation.

	"Even in another guise, you are still the same man,"
Wonder Woman said as she gently ran her hand across his
cheek.  "She is blind if she can't see that."

	Superman's thoughts flashed back to the conversation
he'd overheard this afternoon between Kiko and Susan in the
Planet offices.  There had quite a number of women who had
shown an attraction to Clark over the years that went well
beyond what his mild mannered image might warrant.

	"But we're not here to talk about Lois are we?"  he said.

	"No, not at all," Diana replied.  "but to be honest, this
was not exactly the setting I had in mind for the two of us."

	"Well, there's always my apartment,"  he said half
jokingly, thinking of what she had said about he and Clark being
the same man.

	"I was thinking more in line with my home,"  the
Princess said.

	"Themyscira?"  Superman said in surprise.

	"Yes."

	"I thought that men weren't allowed there."

	"We wouldn't be going to the Themyscira itself,"  Diana
explained.  "There is a smaller island nearby that isn't covered
by the edict.  It is very beautiful, I think you would like it."

	"I think any beauty that I would see there would only
pale beside that which I see when I look at you,"  he replied.

	"Would you meet me there tomorrow, right after
sunrise, Clark?"  Diane asked, her face reflecting her reaction to
his words.

	"I would meet you on the Moon if you asked," Clark
replied, thinking of himself as the man beneath the suit for the
first time.

	"Then I will see you as the sun rises,"  Diana said as she
kissed him one last time and gave him the location of
Themyscira.

	With that, she leapt off the ledge and caught an air
current that carried her off into the now dark sky.  Superman
stood and watched her fade into the distance, thinking about
what morning might bring.

				-=-=-=-

	Donning once more the mantle of Metropolis's protector,
Superman took to the skies himself.  As good as he felt right
now, he really wanted to fly.  Ever since he had been a
teenager, there was no better feeling than the one he got
soaring among the clouds.  Well, almost no better feeling.

	Over the next three hours, the Man of Steel interrupted
a half dozen petty crimes and one major one.  The perpetrators
of each found themselves in no longer empty cells in the closest
police stations before they knew what was happening.
Additionally, he prevented two automobile accidents and airlifted
a traffic-snarled ambulance to the emergency room.  Before
heading home, he capped off his patrol by rescuing the
proverbial stuck cat-stuck- in-a-tree, much to the astonishment
of a six-year-old girl and her mother who had been
unsuccessfully trying to lure it down with treats.

	Superman was just about to zip into his Clinton Street
apartment when a precautionary x-ray scan alerted him to the
fact that it wasn't empty.  Quickly he changed his trajectory and
landed in the lane behind the apartment house.  Seconds later,
Clark Kent left the alleyway to circle the block and walk into 344
like any other tenant.

	Clark feigned surprise when he walked into his
apartment and discovered he had a visitor.  Lois was the last
person he expected to find there, even if he had given her a key
while they'd been dating.

	"Lois, is something wrong?"  the mild mannered
reporter asked.

	"No, nothing's wrong,"  she said in a voice that said that
it was a lie.  "I just stopped by to talk to you.  Since you weren't
home and I still had the key, I figured I'd let myself in."

	"Not that I'm not happy, but it's pretty surprising to see
you,"  Clark went on as he tossed off his jacket and tie.  "We
haven't been on the best of terms lately."

	"I know that,"  Lois answered,  "and I guess I should
say I'm sorry for that."

	"Well I'm glad to hear that,"  Clark smiled, "but you
really didn't have to come all the way up here to tell me.  It
really could've waited until Monday morning."

	"Well, there was another reason that I came up here,"
Lois said as she came closer to Clark.  "I wanted to make up for
the lousy way that I treated you.  In fact, I was thinking that
maybe we might pick up where we left off,  see what happens."

	With that, she took hold of the lapel of Clark's shirt and
pulled his head close to hers.  She kissed him softly at first, then
with more passion.  Under other circumstances, it would've been
something that Clark greatly enjoyed.  As it was, events made it
somewhat less than that.

	Lois of course had no way of knowing that Clark knew
all about her brief encounter with his alter ego and Wonder
Woman.  That her ego had been bruised by the possibility that
Superman might actually turn to someone else for comfort.  A
goal she had set for herself.

	Or that he knew about her sexual habits and the strong
probability that she was only here now because Jose or anyone
else she might turn to was unavailable.  There was a time that
Clark might've taken advantage of the situation regardless of
Lois's motive, but tonight wasn't one of those times.  Not when
tomorrow held such promise.

	"Lois, I can't do this,"  Clark said as he pulled away from
her embrace.

	"What?"  Lois said in surprise.  "You're kidding, right?"

	"I'm afraid not."  he said as he found himself staring at
the erect nipples pressing against the confines of her blouse.

	"I don't believe this,"  she said, the touch of anger in
her voice betraying the real reason she had come to Clark's
apartment.
"You've been trying to get me interested in you for almost two
years and when I give you a chance at what you want, you say
no."

	"Lois, I don't think you're really here because you
suddenly developed a desire to be with me,"  Clark said.  "I
think the reason has more to do with your being angry with
someone else."

	"Well, maybe it is,"  Lois admitted,  "but that doesn't
mean we can't spend the night together.  You can't tell me that
isn't something that you've want.  You can't tell me that you
haven't thought about fucking me at least a hundred times."

	"Another time, I would've said yes,"  Clark replied, "but
this isn't another time.  The simple truth is that I've met
someone."

	"You met someone?"  Lois repeated.

	"Yes, and while I don't know how it's going to work out,
it's something that I want to explore."

	"Well, Mr. Kent,"  Lois said, her voice reverting to the
cold shoulder mode she'd been treating him to the last few
weeks.  "I hope she's one hell of a piece of ass, because you're
never going to know just how good a piece you just passed up!"

	With that, Lois stormed out of his apartment, slamming
his door loud enough to be heard by the neighbors.  Clark
leaned out the window and watching with his x-ray and
telescopic vision, made sure she got safely home.  When he
checked in on her later, he saw that she was spread naked
across her bed, still alone but working out her sexual needs with
a few favorite toys.

	Even if he wanted to, Clark couldn't be mad at Lois.
Even if they never wound up lovers, they would always been
friends of one kind or another.  What happened tonight was her
anger talking.  By Monday morning, they'd be back at least to
what passed for their usual working relationship.

	Putting Lois from his mind, Clark decided to get a few
hours sleep.  His body could go for days without rest, but like
any normal man, he liked to just relax once and a while and as
the bard said, perhaps to dream.

				-=-=-=-

	Shortly before dawn, the Man of Steel did a quick survey
of his city before heading high up into the atmosphere where he
could make a quick sub-orbital dash to the coordinates that
Diana had given him.  To his surprise, even with his vision
powers, he couldn't spot an island within a hundred miles.
Superman couldn't believe that he could be in the wrong place,
seeing as he could tell his location anywhere on the globe better
than the most precise Global Positioning System.

	Deciding that there had to be more to this than what
met the eye, even eyes such as his, Superman dropped toward
sea level.  As he passed the three hundred foot mark, he felt an
energy wave of some sort pass through his body.  It didn't hurt,
but made him feel uncharacteristically light-headed for a
moment.

	Then, when he looked down at what only a moment
before had been empty seas, he saw what could only be
Themyscira, the home of the Amazons.  The law of the land said
he couldn't set foot on the sacred soil, but no one said he
couldn't take a look from offshore.  Hovering in the empty air,
he once again engaged his remarkable vision.

	There appeared to be several small enclaves on the
island instead of one central community.  The architecture was
right out of ancient Greece, yet at the same time didn't look to
be the hundreds of years old that he knew it to be.

	Based on what he saw, Superman put the population at
just under a thousand.  The gender make up of the island was
of course totally female, but what surprised the Man of Steel
was that they were a cross section of all races.  From the
legends he'd heard, he'd expected them to be almost entirely of
Mediterranean origin.

	They all seemed close to Diana's equal in both beauty
and ability.  Almost was the key word however as there was
only one Wonder Woman.  Scanning the length and breath of
the island, he couldn't help but see several couples and in a few
cases more than couples engaged in morning sexual romps.  No
one seemed to mind sharing in the least.  On other parts of the
island, he saw women engaged in combat and exercise drills as
well as early morning classes in various sciences and
philosophies.

	Shutting down his brief peek into the lives of the
Amazons, Superman decided to go the long way and circle
around Themyscira rather than fly over it.  His passage might
not be taboo, but it would certainly be more intrusive than an
brief telescopic scan.

	Setting foot on the island Diana had described,
Superman quickly located what appeared to be the only
structure on it.  Like those on the main island, this one seemed
both ancient and ageless.  Walking up the paved path to a small
building surrounded by a courtyard twice its size, he wondered
how he should make his presence known.

	The man from a distant world needn't have worried as
no sooner had he climbed the marble steps when his hostess
appeared in the doorway.  As accustomed as he was to seeing
Diana in her Wonder Woman garb, the sign of her now caused
him to take a step back.

	Gone was the swimsuit like costume, replaced by a
short almost translucent, simple white toga.  An outfit that only
covered half her chest, leaving one perfect breast exposed.

	"It seems we have a lovely morning for our breakfast,"
Diana said as she placed a platter of fruits on the small table on
the veranda.

	"I can't imagine this place having a bad morning,"
Superman said as he stepped up onto the porch and kissed
Diana softly.

	"I thought you might like to get out of your work
clothes,"  Diana said after the kiss,  "so I took the liberty of
laying out something more comfortable for you.  You'll find it
inside."

	The Man of Steel thanked his gracious hostess and
stepped into the small single room house.  Like it's larger
counterparts on the main island, it was decorated in an ancient
Grecian style.  Laid out on one of the heavily cushioned couches
was a white garment made of a material as transparent as
Diana's.  Holding it up to get a better look, he saw that it a short
tunic, much like he seen in history books.  Stripping off his
uniform, he replaced it with the tunic.

	"That's much better," Diana said as the now capeless
Superman stepped back onto the veranda and she handed him a
fruit drink.  "I hope they are comfortable."

	"Very,"  the Man of Steel said as he accepted the drink.

	Sitting down in one of the small chairs that looked much
to fragile to handle his weight, but were surprisingly strong, he
became very much aware that the loose fitting tunic had little in
the way of the support he was used to with his tight fitting
uniform.  He caught Diana's eyes glancing down between his
legs as he shifted on the backless chair, a broad smile on her
face as she did so.

	"You must try the Talava fruit, its very rare and only
grows on the main island,"  Diana said as she held out a small
tray with the pear-like fruit on it.  "Legend has it that the
goddess, Aphrodite, herself planted the trees as a gift to the
Amazons."

	"This is incredible,"  Clark, as he thought of himself once
the blue suit came off, said as he tasted a slice of the fruit.  "I
don't think I've ever tasted anything quite so delicious.  And I've
been just about everywhere on the planet."

	"They are also said,"  Diana added as she fed him
another large piece,  "to be an unusually strong aphrodisiac."

	"I think that would be the last thing I need at this
moment,"  Clark said as he swallowed her offering.  "Just your
presence is aphrodisiac enough."

	Diana smiled even brighter as she put down the tray
and sat herself on Clark's lap.  Through the thin material of both
their garments, their physical attraction for each other was
readily apparent.  She ran her slender, yet strong finger through
the hairs of his chest as once more their lips met.

	There was no hesitation in their kiss, nothing to hold
back the passion that each felt.  Diana's arms wrapped around
Clark's neck as her tongue reached deep into his mouth and
massaged his own.  They lips continued to brush against each
other's as she took one of his hands and guided it to her
exposed breast.  His fingers pressed against the dark areola,
bringing her nipple to full hardness.

	Diana lifted her body so that she could bring that
excited nipple to Clark's mouth.  An offering that he accepted
eagerly as his lips closed around it.  He drank deep of her
natural scent, then realized that another now familiar taste had
been mixed with that of her flesh.  The Amazon's soft mound
had been covered with the juices of the Talava fruit.

	"Oh yes,"  Diana cried out as she pressed her breast
deeper into the Kryptonian's mouth, feeling a growing warmth
spreading out from the center of it as he caressed it with his
tongue.

	With a free hand, she reached for the small gold clasp
that held her tunic together, pulling it free as the thin material
that covered her body fell to her waist.  Shifting her body once
more, she guided the attention of the man beneath her to her
other waiting mound.

	An attention he gave just as eagerly as he continued to
play with her originally exposed breast with his hand.  To a man
who could see through steel as easily as a normal man could
glass, Clark had seen uncounted examples of the female body in
the years since his vision powers developed.  Without question,
he could honestly say that none had ever come close to the
beauty and perfection of the woman in his arms.

	For a moment he was tempted to think of her as a work
of art.  After all, she was indeed a statue made of clay brought
to life by the gifts of the gods.  But that would be to reduce the
passion of the living, breathing woman she had become.  A work
of art, no matter how impressive, was still cold and unfeeling.

	Diana reached down under the garment Clark wore and
pressed her hand against his manhood.  Running her fingers up
and down its length, she could feel him growing even more
erect.  It was only the second time she had touched a man in
this way and she found it even more exciting than the first.

	"Oh Diana,"  the man of two worlds said softly as he felt
her strong fingers take hold and massage his most intimate
areas.

	Sliding off his lap onto the sun warmed stone floor, the
Princess of Themyscira still held on to the Kryptonian's
manhood.  She inspected it closely for a moment, a wide smile
of approval forming on her red lips.  Lips which opened even
wider as she brought her head closer and took her prize into her
mouth.

	It was only the second time in her life she had taken a
man in this way, but she had been schooled well in the
fundamentals of the act.  Throughout history, her sister
Amazons had used the talents of their bodies to influence events
in the world of man around them.

	"Great Krypton!"  Clark gasped softly as the wetness of
the Amazon's mouth engulfed him.

	With a skill that exceeded her experience, Diane took
his cock deep within her mouth, her tongue caressing it up and
down its length.  Clark closed his eyes and leaned back,
enjoying the sensations the dark haired heroine was sending
throughout his body.

	Concentrating on the hardness that filled her mouth,
Diana didn't even notice at first that Clark was now actually
floating an inch above the chair in which he had been sitting.
Although there had been few opportunities to get a blowjob in
his Superman identity, Clark had learned quite by accident that
the pleasing effects of the act were greatly enhanced while in a
weightless state.

	Diana slid Clark's cock from her mouth, licking the tip a
few times before moving down to his balls as well.  Then she
swallowed it whole once more.  Realizing that the Man of Steel
was floating in air, she slid one hand under his ass, balancing
the larger man on her palm as she kept her other hand wrapped
around the base, pumping him faster and harder.

	Drifting in the endless warmth of Diana's mouth, Clark
could feel a reaction building deep within him.  A build up of
erotic energy that was taking on a life of it's own.  Even a
superman had no more control over that aspect of his
physiology than did a normal human.  His body shuddered as his
cock was again enveloped by the Amazon's soft lips.

	A powerful rush filled the Kryptonian's body as  he felt
himself climaxing.  An eruption that filled the daughter of
Hippolyta with the taste of his alien seed.  A whiteness that she
drew in deep as if it was the nectar of the gods.

	A few months after his first public appearance, Clark had
come across an essay by a noted science fiction author.  The
subjects of which were Superman's sexual habits and the
difficulties his outer worldly abilities would cause in that area.
One of the writer's suppositions was, that if he ever climaxed in
a woman's mouth, he would most likely blow the back of her
head off.  The memory of the article brought a small smile to
the corner of Clark's mouth as he looked down at the woman on
the floor beneath him as she finished her feast.

	"That was quite nice,"  Clark said as Diana released her
hold on his and let his still hard manhood slip out of his mouth.

	"Yes it was,"  Diana agreed as she rose back to her full
height.

	"You have a little on your...."  Clark started to say as he
lifted the hem of his tunic to wipe away the small spots of
whiteness from her mouth.

	The Amazon responded by abruptly pulling Clark close
to her.  Her movement caught him off guard, something that
few people ever managed to do.  Her lips pressed hard against
his as she reached deep into his mouth, sharing the fire that had
been building within her as well.  With a strength that was only
a hit of that held in her supple body, Diana ripped the tunics
from both their bodies with single motions.

	"Now!"  the woman, now nude save for her ever-present
bracelets, said in a breathless voice.

	"Now?"  an equally naked Clark repeated in confusion.

	"I want you now!"  Diana expanded as she kissed him
again, pressing the flesh of their powerful bodies together.

	One aspect of Clark's solar charged Kryptonian
physiology that did differ from normal men was instant
regeneration.  In all but the most extraordinary circumstances,
any spent energy was immediately replaced.  In the hundred
heartbeats since his orgasm, his body had again returned to
peak form.

	Using a strength that he would fear using on Lois or any
normal woman, Clark lifted Diana off the ground and kissed her
flesh with a fury he hadn't felt since the days Lana had first set
his blood on fire.  Diana responded in turn, pleased to be able to
use her own strength in way she never could with Steve Trevor.

	The Last Son of Krypton and the only Daughter of the
Amazons shared a blazing passion that grew with each passing
moment.  No part of the other's body escaped their notice as
they gave in to the most universal of human desires.  The
hunger of two worlds collided to produce a single, lust filled
desire.  One which both were more than eager to surrender to.


	As their feet again touched solid ground, Clark moved
behind Diana and spread her legs far apart.  He reached around
and pressed two fingers within her moist mound.  A loud gasp of
surprise came from the Amazon as he quickly found her most
sensitive of spots and induced a reverberating vibration within it
with his fingers.

	"Great Hera!"  Diana cried out as her body trembled
violently with an almost instant orgasm.

	Nothing in her limited experience with men or her more
extensive knowledge of women had prepared her for what had
just happened.  Truly, Clark was the equal of the Olympian gods
as she had hoped.

	A second orgasm followed even before the echoes of
the first totally faded from Diana's body.  With a force even
greater than the previous one, the climax left the powerful
warrior woman breathless.

	A condition that continued as Clark swept her up in his
arms and carried her to the large padded couch on the far end
of the garden.  He lay Diana on the cushions and reached down
to part her legs.  Light as a feather, the Man of Steel lifted
himself off the ground and then on top of her, kissing her softly
on her lips as their bodies met.  As second kiss followed as he
moved down to her breasts and to the valley between.

	Diane reached down and took hold of his erect member,
guiding it to her almost virginal womanhood.  Gently, and then
firmly, her fingers caressed his hardness in anticipation.

	An expectation shared by Clark as he replaced her hand
with his own, placing his cock just within her.  Her level of
excitement was such that he slid almost fully inside her with
only a minimum of effort.  Taking hold of her parted legs, he
began to move in and out of her at an ever-increasing pace.

	"Blessed Aphrodite!"  Diana called out as she felt the
Man of Steel fill her.

	Reaching up behind Clark, Diana took a firm grip on the
man on top of her, adding her own considerable strength to his
thrusts.  Wrapping her long powerful legs around him, she
pulled him closer, an act restricting the length of his strokes but
increasing their frequency.

	A frequency that was quickly reaching what Diana
thought of as the speed of Hermes as each movement was
translated to torrid waves of ecstasy buffeting her body.  Billows
that were duplicated in their own form in the Kryptonian.

	Damp sweat covered their bodies from their exertions as
they thrashed back and forth atop the narrow couch.  A rare?
situation for each of them that underlined the intensity of their
coupling.

	Diana continued to hold Clark tightly, his face pressed
tightly against her own as they kissed again and again.  She
murmured soft words of encouragement, alternating them with
cries of an urgent need.

	"Fuck me, Clark!"  she called out in the vernacular of her
adopted land as yet another pleasing wave of passion crested
across her body.  "I need you inside of me so badly."

	Clark's only response was to, if it was possible, redouble
his efforts.  The feelings that passed between them were like his
most secret dreams.  Yet if it were a dream, it was one he
hoped he would never wake from.

	With his more enhanced senses, Clark was the first to
realize that both of them had reached the edge of a precipice
from with there was no turning back.  Diana became aware of it
a few breaths later.

	The nearness of their objective caused her to react even
more strongly.  Feeling Clark's body tense ever so slightly, she
used all of her Olympian-born strength to grab hold and make
their two bodies one.

	His own greater strength could've broken him free, but
that thought was the furthest thing from Clark's mind.  Deep
within himself, he felt his body again responding to the demands
of the Amazon's body.  Stronger than before, he exploded within
her.

	As soon as she felt the quiver of Clark's body, Diana
relaxed her hold and let the thundering volcano within her erupt
as well.  Her womanhood exploded outward as she felt Clark fill
her with the energy of his orgasm, adding it to her own as the
lightning of Zeus filled the core of her soul.

				-=-=-=-

	Drained to a point that neither had felt in years, the two
Justice Leaguers laid on the couch, wrapped in each other's
arms.  Actually, it was Diana who was lying on the narrow couch
with an intertwined Clark resting on top a cushion of empty air.

	Long minutes slowly passed as her head rested on his
powerful shoulders.  Diana ran her hand down the length of
Clark's body as she listed to the beating of his heart.  Reaching
his manhood, she was shocked to find that it was already
regaining some of its just spent virility.

	"Goddesses above,"  she said in her tired voice,  "not
even Hercules possessed such stamina.  Truly you are the equal
of the gods."

	"No, I'm just a man,"  Clark said as he turned his head
and kissed her softly, letting his Kansas born humility wash over
him once more.

	"Well, if not a god, then at least a superman,"  Diana
retorted as she returned his kiss.

	Clark just smiled and gave the woman at his side a
knowing wink.

	"Let the rest of the Justice League take care of the
world for a couple of hours,"  the Man of Steel thought as he
looked deep into the Amazon's eyes.  "I think I'm going to have
my hands full here for quite a while."

	As if to underscore his thought, Diana took that moment
to  demonstrate her own recuperative abilities as she rolled off
the couch and onto the floating Kryptonian, their lips meeting
once more as her hand closed again around his manhood.  With
morning sun not a third of the way above the horizon, it was
going to be a very long day indeed.

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