Alcina's Vanity Stool

When Clark had promised he'd get you a good testimony for your cover about the Justice League's latest world-saving mission, you'd expected him to be the one knocking on your apartment door. He'd usually come in, glasses off and takeout bag in his hand, ready to fully let out the Superman persona and clarify as many of the events as safely possible.

Perhaps you could have expected someone like his Ma or his equally-super-powered cousin, given that they had somehow ended up involved in the whole mess. People who had offered their outlook into the superhero world to you a couple of times before. All under Clark's seal of approval, of course.

What you definitely hadn't expected was this. Making eye contact with a set of —surprisingly well defined, even through the short-sleeved tee— shoulders and luscious dark curls. It was almost in slow motion, the way your head tilted back progressively until your eyes met a pair of awaiting blues. A smile formed on her plushy lips way sooner than you were ready for, her hand extending in greeting. "I am Diana, you must be Clark's friend? For the interview."

You nod your head and shake her warm —and definitely bigger than yours— hand for a little longer than necessary, taking the chance to reboot your brain before you're finally saying your name in return and moving to the side to let her in. "The couch will work just fine," you almost trip over the coffee table as you guide her. "Anything to drink?"

"Oh, so kind of you. Just water will suffice," another one of those smiles that make you feel like your brain has turned off. And it must have, because you're nodding for too long again before letting out a mutter of «Oh, water. Right.» before finally fetching it for her.

Alone in the kitchen, you cease the opportunity to take a couple breaths and splash a bit of cold water on your face. You were a journalist, a damn good one at that, just because you were interviewing a pretty woman —a full on Amazonian warrior princess at that— didn't mean you couldn't stay professional. Right before you made your way back, before you slipped the mask of experience and seriousness back on, you made sure to text Clark cursing him for not telling you in advance so you could tidy the house and dress up a little more.

She was by your bookcase when you returned, accepting the offered glass and complimenting your collection before sitting back on the couch. "Should we start then?"

After that, the interview had gone surprisingly well. Her language had been much more precise and her tone more professional than your usual sessions with Clark tended to be, closer to what you'd imagined their League meetings to be, rather than the explanation they'd give an outsider. Even then, she'd been warm and welcoming the whole time, even when having to refuse certain questions —something you were used to dealing with by now—, Diana would always seem to look for an alternate answer that would give you a little more information without ever getting close to too much.

By the hour mark, your conversation and questions had started to derail, not staying on the mission, but rather encompassing a bigger conversation about duty and meaning behind being a superhero and a journalist. From there you'd just kept on talking, not even realising the way the sun went down behind the city skyline. The tape recorder long turned off by the time you'd ended up on opposite sides of the same couch, anecdotes about the more human side of your lives being shared over a glass of wine that had come out after she'd finished her water.

The ding on your phone —a text from Clark you'd immediately swiped off your screen— had been the thing to pop the bubble that had formed around you two. Only then had you noticed, the way Diana's arm slung over the back of the couch, her hand subtly resting on your shoulder; and the proximity, how there wasn't even a full cushion left between the both of you, your legs almost pressed up to the side of hers.

Her eyes had dropped for a moment, focused on the shiny gloss on your lips, but she had pulled back quickly after, downing the bit of wine left on her glass before she stretched her muscles. "Well, i believe that should be enough information for a magnificent piece."

You nodded a bit, busying yourself with closing your notes and picking up the now-empty glasses before you could look back at her, "No, yeah— Yes. Totally, that was great." You'd gotten up at the same time she had, the quick movement making you momentarily dizzy, the trepidation only seeming to become sharper when her hands held onto your waist to keep you upright.

"I'm okay—" Saying it came out rushed would be an understatement. "I'm fine, just… Might have a bit of low iron, you know?" A nervous little laugh leaves you, but your smile seems to be enough to convince her. "Let me just… I'll walk you to the door."

Leaving the glasses back on the coffee table, you boldly take the chance to put your hand on her lower back as you guide her through the short walk back to the front door. "I just wanted to- Thank you. That was an incredible interview and it'll be an even more amazing cover."

It should be studied, the way a little upturn of her lips could make you feel like a swarm of butterflies had spawned in your stomach. "It was my pleasure. We should extend an invitation to you for our mission debriefs, you come up with really good questions."

A small flustered laugh leaves you, melting into a beautiful melody when it mixes with hers. Unsure of what to say next, you open the door, lingering by it. "I guess I'll see you around, then."

Diana nods, looking towards the elevator before turning her head back to your. "I guess so." There's a little wave shared between you two, and then she's moving to press the down-facing arrow, turning back to see you still at your door.

A couple more seconds go past, and before the elevator door can ding open, she's back at your door. "You know, if you ever need to interview a hero again and you want to ad a new perspective— Or if maybe Clark can't do it, for whatever reason… Well, i was just thinking, we could interchange phone numbers…?"

Her words have a tapered off ending to them, like she'd run out of breath before she could really let them out. Although, if she had been the one to speak, you didn't fully understand why your lungs felt like they were being held tight.

Nodding your head, you reached out to pick up the offered device, mindlessly typing the digits in before returning it. The butterflies returned with her smile, and the lack of air turned into almost passing out when she leaned in to kiss your cheek. "Thank you, pretty girl."

Before you could catch your breath, she was already gone, elevator long forgotten on your floor as she'd fled through the staircase just to the left of it. With a hand reaching up, fingers lightly caressing where you could still feel the press of her lips to your skin, you'd manage to close the door and make your way back to the couch.

Your phone dinged again, a cute greeting sent by Diana so you could add her number to your contact list. However, that wasn't what caught your attention, it was Clark's message that you had chosen to ignore earlier.

«You're welcome for that. How was the date anyway? ;)»

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-> in fandom it seems to be a general consensus that Lara hasn’t had much experience before, and I agree.

-> it isn’t like she doesn’t enjoy sex, but I think she thinks of it as very intertwined with emotional connection. so she doesn’t have many one night stands, if any at all - really.

-> so she wouldn’t know really what she was doing so well the first time, but as with everything, Lara Croft is a very quick learner.

-> as time goes on and you both learn more about each other, she’s better able to know what she likes

-> switch - doesn’t like the idea of giving or receiving degradation, so she also prefers to be with someone who’ll mirror that when they’re dominant!

-> in contrast, MASSIVE praise kink

-> tell her you’re proud of her and that she’s doing well and she’s ready to jump your bones

-> incredible at oral. this woman takes directions like a champ.

-> will drag her nails teasingly down your body whilst buried between your legs, looking at you with a smirk on her face, wholly amused by the sounds she’s producing from you

-> loves praising you, but even more so she adores telling you how much she loves you through it all - again, goes back to how heavily she associates sex with feelings

-> incapable of teasing. she’ll try and then get so carried away by the sounds you’re making, she’ll wanna make you cum over and over again

-> nervous kisser at first, not able to work up the courage to do anything but peck you for the first kiss, yet she quickly makes up for it (and then some)

-> loves lavishing your whole body in kisses throughout, I’m not sure she’d love to mark you with hickeys but she would love to be marked.

-> she is a little embarassed if someone notices, though. she would prefer them somewhere only the two of you could see them, it feels more intimate that way anyway.

-> Jonah once noticed a hastily concealed one on her neck and poked fun at her, she didn’t speak to him for the next hour

-> LOVES neck kisses. fastest way to get her worked up, that and paying attention to her nipples, be it with your tongue or fingers.

-> vocal in her own way. she’s not screaming in pleasure, i see her more as the type to let out soft, breathy moans. becoming more like whimpers and louder the closer she gets.

-> will always moan your name when she cums, even when she’s masturbating

-> cums easiest from head. it’s just the right balance of intense and relaxed for her. though she still loves her partners fingers being used on her.

-> she’s a little into light choking, to the point she’ll hold her own breath before cumming sometimes without even realising.

-> genuinely quite vanilla in most other ways, but it doesn’t matter when she’s so talented.

-> she’s literally the sweetest. always reminding you of how pretty/good you look because part of her is just in awe.

-> will use and receive the strap, but I think she prefers using it on her partner.

-> when on top, she’s incredibly soft. Unable to joke or giggle - she’ll just keep praising and reminding you how much she loves you and doing this. will follow your every instruction, in her head her one role in that moment is giving you as much pleasure as she can.

-> when bottoming, she’s much the same, except just incredibly grateful for everything.

-> going back to the hickeys for a second, incredibly easy to mark up. has pale-ish skin so love bites/bruises show up easily (much to her dismay).

-> always soft after sex, and is always in such a rush to take care of you. sometimes you have to all but strap her to the bed to let you take care of her for once.

-> generally prefers holding you, but after sex I imagine her favourite thing to do is to lay on your chest, listening quietly to the sound of your heart beating.

-> doesn’t fall asleep easily most of the time, but ever since you came into her life it’s certainly helped. she still has nightmares and nights where she struggles getting to sleep - but something about sharing a bed with you in general will always help comfort her.

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