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❝   OH YEAH  ?   ❞   Bianca’s eyebrows rose, and a small, teasing frown was then displayed on her features.  His hands now at her thighs,  she bit down in her lower lip,  only to tug on it a little as well.  She was  enjoying  herself way too much  !  Bianca then leaned in close,  left only a mere inch between the two of them,  thus they could feel each other’s breaths on their own skin.  And once she spoke, it was in nothing but a mere whisper  -  but each word was laced with honey,  voice sweet as can be,  an  innocent - like  look in her eyes.    ❝   Prove it.   ❞

SURE, IT HADN’T BEEN THAT LONG,  but seeing as she had currently shelved anything related to her former line of work,  she really didn’t have very much to do.  Thus she guessed there was no better thing to do than stop by and bother him at work.    ❝   I know.   ❞   Bianca muttered in reply before she leaned in to press a second kiss to Clark’s lips,  this one she let linger though.  Upon she had pulled away,  she reached up to take off his glasses  –  they both knew he needed need them,  and considering they were the only two around,  there was no need for pretending.      ❝   You saying you didn’t miss me  ?  Not just a teensy - tiny bit—?   ❞   A pout plastered on her features.

❝   EXCEPTIONALLY DULL.   ❞   She replied with an overly exaggerated sigh.  Which was also why she had decided to ignore his message and gone to the Daily Planet’s office in the first place. She eventually scooted even closer to him - now moved to sit almost right in front of him, shielding the view of his computer.  Frankly, she didn’t care much whether she had interrupted him in something important or not.  Jobs could be replaced rather easily anyways.  A hand was lifted to cup his left cheek,  as she offered Clark a smile.    ❝   Actually,  I wanted to see you.  I missed you.   ❞

          she works  one  eye open,  and even the one she works open is fluttering open and closed like she’s trapped between the urge to go back to sleep and the urge to offer clark a groggy half-smile.  the latter wins out though,  and with uncoordinated fingers,  she reaches out,  drags her thumb affectionately across his cheek.     “  mmm––mm,  ”     she hums,  shaking her head.     “  saw   .  .  .   up until you went through the truck   .  .  .   ‘n –––––  i passed out.  ”

PEARLY WHITES BIT DOWN and tucked in her lower lip.  One hand came to rest atop her own thigh, while the other reached over to adjust his askew tie, and help it back into place.  And while she did that, she grabbed the chance to scoot a few inches closer to him,  though nothing he would’ve been able to notice.     ❝   Did you really think I had any ulterior motives  ?  I just wanted to see you, is all.   ❞

BEING WITH DIANA WAS LIKE NOTHING HE HAD EXPERIENCED BEFORE. and clark didn’t have that sentiment out of kindness or because she was his current partner. it was a fact.  with diana he could act in a way that he never could with anyone else. he didn’t have to worry about hurting her accidentally or losing control. ( it was amusing now but at the time he had been utterly embarrassed. their first time together diana kept having to reassure him that he didn’t have to hold back and that each time he started to go a bit rougher she was perfectly fine. it had been a new experience for him to say the least ) 

the fact that he didn’t have to hold back with her          and that he had gotten used to that fact        meant that  he was able to fully explore new avenues of intimacy. his movements were rougher, his grip on her waist tighter, his teeth against her skin a bit harder. diana wouldn’t break and he could lose himself in her if he wasn’t careful. but was that really such a bad thing? her words echoed in his ears as if to echo the sentiment. he had finally found someone he could let go with; it would be a travesty not to take full advantage. / @wonderheroics

HEELS OF HER LOUBOUTINS clicked against the surface of the floor after she had exited the elevator and walked across the room to find Clark sitting dutifully at his desk.    ❝   I know you did,  I read it.   ❞   She replied, before she hoisted herself up to sit atop his desk, right next to him.  Even tucked a little down in her dress as she crossed one leg over the other,  Bianca canted her head a little to the side.    ❝   And elected to ignore it.   ❞   Her full, maroon colored lips slowly turned upwards and into a smirk.

late nights had become an unfortunate reality for him and it wasn’t because of the cape and tights. for a medium that was supposedly dying, perry didn’t seem to get any less strict on his deadlines. and when clark had to disappear during the day to stop a train crash on the other side of the world it also meant he had to stay later to meet said deadlines. the echoing sound of footsteps broke him from his isolation, looking up from his keyboard clark was surprised to see a familiar face. “bianca” her name fell from his lips as a smile formed. he faltered for a moment, wondering if he had slipped up and suddenly feeling guilty, “i thought i had sent a text saying i was going to be working late, you didn’t have to come all the way down here.”

she’d jumped at the chance to spend some time with him.  too much of it spent fighting  ––– –  it was time for a change.  but her work at the louvre had called  ,    so it had been an offer to see paris.  had completed all her more  pressing work  in advance  ,    so all her attention is on him.  comfortable in the casual clothes and persona she has adopted  ––– –  they both almost blend into the crowd of tourists.  both dwarfed by the tower.    (  nice to see clark being stunned by what’s around him  )  

brushing away such troubles     ❛  ––– –  do not worry.  it is a pleasure to have you here.  ––– –  and you seem to be enjoying yourself.  ❜     a bright smile on painted lips.  the expenses mean nothing  ,    she’s built up a lot over a century here.  using it for friends seems a worthy cause.     ❛  take your time  ,    it’s not every day you see the eiffel tower.  ❜     diana had been equally stunned when she’d first seen it too.  and not all of the luster has worn off.  she’s still amazed every time she enters the lourve.  has become better at  hiding  that though.

he couldn’t help the smile that spread upon her response. there was a small sense of bashfulness that came at being caught acting as a tourist but her smile reassured him that the secret was safe with her. it was certainly a different feeling than meeting bruce in public. to the unknowing eye they were just two normal civilians. “that’s true  ––  and i am. truth be told i’ve never been outside of the country when it wasn’t in the red and blue” he admitted, knowing she’d get what he meant by that. “not to put any pressure on you but i have high expectations for this trip.” 

clark wasn’t necessarily surprised by her words but more so the matter of fact way in which she said them. it left little to no room for alternative options not that clark was complaining. instead his surprise shifted to something akin to a bemused smile. “is that so?” his hands reached for the top button of his shirt. “you know that sounds a lot like you’re trying to objectify me.” teasing words fell past the kryptonian’s lips. intuition told him she wanted to do a lot more than objectify him and despite what his tone might lead an unknowing party to believe, clark was perfectly fine with that. 

shirt unbuttoned he took it off, broad shoulders and chest of steel exposed to her view.  as any good agent she seemed to be unfazed despite the way her eyes raked over him. clark chuckled and proceeded to continue, first his shoes and socks then stopping at the button of his jeans. blue eyes glanced up as if to confirm that she wanted him to continue. truth be told he enjoyed when sharon was giving orders. taking her silence as a sign to continue clark did so until he was just in his boxers, shooting her a small grin as he stood before her. 

IT WASN’T THAT HE WANTED TO GO ANYWHERE. but as they said duty called - or in this case deadlines called - and as much as he’d love to spend the rest of his time with her perry would have his head if he wasn’t in the office in an hour. so as he tied his shoes her accented voice rang across the room. clark looked up to see the amazonian princess standing in the doorway, oversized t-shirt tossed on as the only form of modesty. however rather than a look of curiosity there was an almost stern look in gaze. a look that made clark feel all kinds of ways including flustered. 

            “i actually have to head into work...last minute deadlines are always a blast.” 

he offered his explanation with a shrug as though there were nothing he could do about it. diana, however, didn’t seem impressed. instead she walked towards him, his blue eyes falling to her long legs that were exposed due to the shirt stopping at her thighs. she might be an amazon but with her looks she might as well be a goddess. clark sat up straight on the edge of the bed when she stood in front of him; his breath catching when she stepped forward in between his legs. a slender but powerful hand rested on his chest as his gaze met her own. even if he wanted to clark wouldn’t have been able to look away. it was her next words that sent shivers across his skin and made him aware that he wouldn’t be heading into work tonight. 

                                                               i’m not done with you yet..

         DIANA HAS THE FEELING SHE KNOWS HIS ANSWER before he speaks . When she’d grown up on Themyscira , all she had wanted was to train to become the warrior her sisters were . When she’d grown into the warrior her mother and Antiope could be proud of , all she had wanted to do was stop the War ; stop Ares . But when being Wonder Woman was no longer the path she’d wanted to take , Diana had gone into hiding . Of course she knows what both sides of this lifestyle could be like –––– and of course she couldn’t blame Clark , no matter his choice . ❝ No , please , ❞ she assures him , resting a hand against his arm , ❝ you should not keep it to yourself like this . ❞