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Road Trip	By : Kip Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 4334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
"Normal Speech"
Thoughts
EMPHASIS
After their coffee break, Kal immediately resumed his previous position on Melly's lap.
"So did those tests actually determine whether your problem is physical or mental?" Bruce asked.
Kal shook his head. "Not really." He sighed. "Technically it's not classed as a problem. What I was told is that it's actually a lack of an expected response to stimuli …"
"But you … " Bruce stopped, "No, forget it, it isn't my business."
"I do have all the parts, and there doesn’t seem to be any reason why they don’t work just like anyone else's." Kal blushed scarlet at his own forwardness. "If that was what you were wondering?"
Bruce looked at him in amazement. God! That was almost as if he read my mind! But he can't do THAT – can he?
Kal shrugged, effortlessly interpreting Bruce's expression. "It's what I would have asked." He said honestly. "It's what I did ask, actually."
Treading very carefully on what he knew was definitely dangerous ground, Bruce looked at his friend. "I know it's almost a cliché, but might it be a result of your, uhm, childhood trauma?"
"I had considered that," Kal admitted. "I even read through a few books on it."
Of course you did … Who wouldn't? Although by 'a few' you probably mean you read over the whole Smithsonian library!
"And I decided in the end that it probably wasn't the right answer." Kal continued.
Bruce was surprised at that. "Why?" He wondered. It seemed the obvious explanation.
"Because, although I now know what happened, I didn't directly experience any of it; so I don't see why it would affect me like this. I was already like this long before I knew anything about that. Apart from which lots of other people have experienced childhood traumas," His eyes flickered briefly over Bruce, and they both knew exactly what was not being said, "And it hasn't manifested in that way for them." Kal finished.
"Alright, then let's look at it from another angle. Kal, when you touch someone, are you aware of any physical component, any pleasure at all? Even if it doesn't translate into anything sexual?" Bruce asked. "Sorry, you know how I am about leaving any mystery unsolved…"
"Yeah." Kal grinned amiably. "I should by now."
"And?" Shamelessly, Bruce continued to pressure his friend. They both knew that if Kal really didn’t want to answer then quite probably literally nothing on Earth could make him.
The other man shrugged. "I do feel some sort of pleasure when I'm in close contact with others. Just not what they do, apparently."
"So you're getting positive sensations from having Melly touching you now?" Bruce checked.
"Yes."
"In exactly what way is it pleasant for you, Kal?"
"It feels … nice." Kal sighed. "Just warm and comfortable and … nice … Sorry, I know that sounds so lame, but I don’t have any better way of describing it."
"You're forgiven." Melly told him. "Since it's you…"
"Is there any one element that's better than anything else?" Bruce pressed. "Something you could focus on? Build on?"
"I like…" Kal paused. "I like Melly's hands. They're warm and her skin feels soft."
"Anything else?"
"I like the way Melly smells, it's a bit like flowers." Idly Kal glanced at Bruce. "But I like the way you smell as well." He added.
It was Bruce's turn to feel self-conscious. "Uh, you do?"
"Mmm." Kal closed his eyes and inhaled. "It's … "
"Don't say 'nice' and definitely don't say 'flowery'." Bruce warned him. "Although if it comes to it, then 'nice' would be the more acceptable of the two."
"No. It's more like twilight sky…" Kal wrinkled his nose as he mulled it over. "I really can't think of anything closer than that…"
"Well, that's… interesting." Bruce sighed as Melly giggled. "I don’t know why you're chuckling." He teased her gently, "According to Kal, YOU smell like flowers…"
"I don't mind being flowery." Melly laughed openly at that. "It's better than being 'fruity'…" She smiled, "And twilight sky doesn't sound like a bad thing to be either…"
"Well, flower girl." Bruce teased, "Try something, just to satisfy my scientific curiosity?"
"Okay."
"Kal, roll over and let Melly rub the small of your back."
"Why?"
"I'll tell you that in a minute or two. Do you want to lie there and argue, or are you going to co-operate?"
"Oooooh!" Melly grinned down at Kal. "Bossy, isn't he?"
"Yes." Kal smiled. He rolled over though.
"Hah." Bruce smirked. "But you note that he did it!" He pointed at Kal. "Get that shirt out of the way. I want Melly to be able to touch you directly."
Kal crouched on all fours over Melly's lap and let her pull his shirt hem up so that she could get access to his skin. "It's easier to just do what Bruce says than argue about it." He explained to her, repositioning himself over her thighs and relaxing again.
"Hey. Still here." Bruce reminded them.
"Still giving orders," Kal grinned.
"Still going to kick your arse." Bruce rumbled back at him, letting a little of The Bat into his voice.
"Not with Melly around to protect me." Kal slipped one arm around Melly's back and inched in close to her.
Bruce gave it his best sinister whisper. "Melly won't always be around…" He reminded his friend, but Kal didn't seem at all troubled by that.
But then he IS invulnerable… and if I did kick him, I'd only end up hurting myself. Might even break a toe or two… Dick and Alfred would never let me live THAT down…
From the smug grin on Kal's face, he had guessed exactly what Bruce was thinking. "Maybe I'll ask Melly to let me stay here forever?" He said aloud. "How about it, Melly, would you keep me?"
"Yeah, right!" Bruce chuckled. "Melly, before you even think about answering that, do you have any idea how much food Kal gets through in a typical day?"
"Ooh." Melly pretended to think it over. "Let me see? Gorgeous guy, house trained, will voluntarily cook … tempting." She gave Kal her best one-armed hug. "I would love to keep you Kal, but I don't think my pay packet would cover your keep."
Kal smiled and snuggled. "Don't mind." He said happily. "How about we meet for holidays? I could bring food parcels with me?"
"Sounds perfect." Melly chuckled sweetly. "So, what were you hoping to find out with your little experiment, Bruce?"
"Just how sensitive Kal is," Bruce didn’t see any reason to hide it.
"Sensitive enough," Kal said firmly, "And no – you can't poke me with things to test that."
"Damn!" Bruce grinned, "And I was already sharpening the knives…"
"Oh, stop it you two!" Melly giggled, "It hurts when I laugh too much!"
"Then we'll behave nicely," Bruce promised her, smoothing over Kal's mumbled comment about one of them already behaving nicely, since he knew that Kal didn’t mind really; the Kryptonian just enjoyed having something to grouse about.
"Since we've got at least another two hours before bedtime I don’t suppose the two of you want to go on with the game then, do you?" Bruce asked, draining the last of the coffee and lounging back comfortably.
Sucking a few stray cookie crumbs off his fingers, Kal shrugged. "I don't mind." He said. "It's a way to pass the time."
"Could do." Melly agreed. "So whose turn is it?"
"Kal's to ask me." Bruce said, certain that even if he wasn't right then neither of the other two would bother to challenge him on it.
"Bruce, Truth or Dare." Kal asked obediently.
"Truth."
"Okay. What was the first thing you thought about when we woke up together here in the big bed?" There was a twinkle of mischief in Kal's eyes, and Bruce had the distinct impression that this was Kal's way of getting back at him for the 'alien' quip, even though if questioned Kal would probably swear blind that it wasn't. But now it was Bruce's turn to face the slippery slope… the big guy was asking him to get Personal… definitely not Bruce's favourite topic. Not when someone could actually call him on it anyway.
Damn! Think fast Bat brain! Bruce scrabbled around for something suitable to say, and then it presented itself: something no one would disbelieve or find fault with. "Finding the bathroom fast, and taking a leak." He replied with a perfectly straight face.
"Ooh, slight hesitation but a nice recovery from Bruce…" Melly grinned.
"Just striving for accuracy." He told her. "Now, Miss Melly, Truth or Dare?"
"Truth."
Bruce decided to lighten the tension. "Tell us where the cookies are hidden."
"In the bottom shelf in the pantry." She gave him an amused frown. "Of course, now that Kal knows that, they won't be there tomorrow morning…"
Kal chuckled but didn't try to deny it.
"Bruce, after that low blow, your turn." Melly smiled. "Truth or Dare?"
"Dare."
"Okay then, since I think I should get some payback for the imminent loss of my cookie stash, I dare you to kiss Kal, for at least one minute, with tongues."
"Kiss Kal?" Of course he wanted to, more than wanted to, but in front of an audience? Only if past performance was anything to go by, it was this or never… "And with tongues?"
"Sure." Melly looked triumphant, "Unless you're chicken?"
"I'm not chicken." He laughed at the suggestion.
"Then kiss him." Melly insisted happily. "It's just a game after all. Go on, I dare you."
Bruce raised an eyebrow at her sheer nerve. "You dare ME?"
"I dare you! In fact," She gave a mocking smile. "I double dare you!"
"Oh dear." Bruce allowed the edges of his mouth to slide up into an evil grin. "Double dared, I can't very well back down from that, can I? Sorry Kal, old buddy, this has to be done." Resting one knee on the edge of the sofa, and using one arm for balance, he leant forward quickly and caught Kal's chin gently with his free hand, tilting the other man's face upwards slightly.
Stunned, Kal simply sat there, and allowed it.
Leaning in closer, Bruce brushed his lips over Kal's, enjoying the heat of the soft smooth skin under his. The scent of Kal rose up around him, bathing him in the fresh aroma that was unique to his large friend.
This is going to be good! Slowly, and with tiny licks, Bruce teased along the line where Kal's lips met, and probed delicately with the point of his tongue, memorising the feel of them as he explored them tenderly, but with all the excitement of one who has waited a very long time for a particular opportunity and has finally gotten it.
After a handful of seconds, and when there seemed to be no reaction from the body under his, Bruce began to feel uncertain.
Nothing?
A few more seconds and he was getting positively anxious.
Oh Lord, what if he hates it? Or just hates ME doing it? Urgently he sought for some way to retreat with at least some of his dignity intact.
Okay, you can handle this! Quick, find a way out!
"I think that was just over the minute." Bruce said as evenly as he could, drawing away slightly, but continuing to lean against his friend, so it shouldn't seem as if he were rejecting Kal in any way. "Melly?"
Melly made a show of checking her watch. "Just." She looked over at Kal. "Kal, are you alright?"
"Uh," If anything, Kal looked ever so slightly disappointed. "Yes." He whispered. "Fine…"
"You don’t look fine. Didn't you like it?" Reaching out, Melly stroked his cheek gently. "It didn't look bad…"
Absently, Kal's hand rose to meet hers and their fingers interlocked. At the same time, he leant back.
There was a moment, just an instant, in which the bare skin of Kal's neck touched against Bruce's wrist.
Bruce felt a tingle ripple through him. Static? Surely there hadn't been that much friction?
"I think I need to try that again." Kal announced suddenly.
I thought he hated it? Bruce blinked. "Again?" Delayed reaction?
"If you don't mind?" Wide blue eyes blinked at him nervously.
"Uh, no… I don't mind at all." What was going on here? Tentatively he leaned in close again, and touched his lips to Kal's. At first Kal still seemed hesitant, and then quite suddenly his lips moved under Bruce's and he began to kiss back, actively encouraging Bruce to enter.
Oh yes! While his tongue explored the inner recesses of Kal's mouth, Bruce's hands came up and began to roam through Kal's hair, his fingers cradling the other man's head, tilting him backwards a fraction more to improve his access.
Go on sweetheart, you know you want it! Show me how much…
As if he had heard the comment, Kal groaned aloud, his free arm slipping around Bruce's waist and pulling him down onto Kal's lap.
As the massive biceps pressed against his back, Bruce was eased closer, until there was not a hair's breadth of space between them. Nipping and sucking lightly along the edge of Kal's jaw, he coaxed the body under his to respond. "Oh, god! Kal!" He gasped, tearing off only for air.
"Never felt that before!" Kal moaned.
"Good huh?" Bruce panted, gulping air and not caring.
"Mmm-hhm," Kal agreed in a whisper, pulling Bruce back down into another heated kiss. "So good." Tongues tangling, bodies rubbing together, they caressed and writhed, stroking and teasing, until finally lack of oxygen forced them to disconnect.
"Wow." Melly's voice was something of a shock, having become so involved they had forgotten that they had an audience.
"That was so hot!" She told them, retracting her fingers from around Kal's other hand. "Uhm, tell you what, you don't need me here. I'll just leave you to it …"
"Melly." As if a light had been switched off, Kal was immediately tense, and contrite. "Don't go! You shouldn't have to, this is your home …"
Climbing awkwardly off Kal's lap, Bruce realised that not only had Melly understood just how much he wanted Kal, but she had pulled out all the stops to make damn sure that he got a chance at him. That left him immediately horrified at himself.
She saves our lives, gets Kal to open up to me, and we end up practically having sex while she's stuck right here in the room with us! Talk about rubbing her nose in things! How damn selfish am I?
Walking over to the young woman, Bruce helped her up, putting both arms around her to steady her, while Kal took up position behind her. "Melly."
She glanced up at him.
"It was sweet of you…" He whispered and, bending slightly, pressed a light kiss to her forehead.
"Glad you appreciate it." Melly breathed.
"Oh, I more than appreciate it…" Bruce answered, slipping one finger under her chin and tipping her head back. He planted a kiss on the end of her nose. "Much more…" He looked into her eyes and remembered something. "I never got to kiss you, did I?" He asked.
"Uh..." She blinked up at him. He could see the longing in her. "But … Kal?" She flickered a hesitant glance at Kal.
"I'd like Bruce to kiss you." Kal breathed, still holding Melly's other hand. "Go on. I want to watch…"
"Kinky…" Bruce grinned, winking at his large friend. Gently he lowered his lips to Melly's and gave it his very best effort. The lips that met his were quite different from Kal's, but every bit as willing and pleasing. The throbbing in his pants intensified, and he had to fight not to lose it then and there.
"Oh, god… That is so …" Kal's voice was raw and throaty with desire. "I don't think I've ever seen anything so erotic." He murmured.
"Oh, I think we could do better than that." Bruce smiled. "Considering we both owe Melly our lives, maybe we could give her something special in return?" He glanced over at Kal. "What do you say?"
"Wow." Kal processed that suggestion at his usual lightning speed. "You think?"
"Oh yes."
Setting Melly gently down on the bed, Bruce eased himself down beside her, confidently finding and undoing the fastenings on her outer clothes.
"Tell me if I'm going too quickly for you?" He whispered. "We both want to do something really good for you. Neither of us would ever do anything with you that you aren't completely happy with though."
Reaching up with her good arm, Melly drew him close and kissed him. "I trust you." She told him. "Both of you."
"So what would you like?" He asked her softly. "Really like?"
"To watch you and Kal." She answered. "While you love each other."
"Oh wow." Kal was stretched out, supporting Melly's weight against his muscular chest. "Really?"
"You two are hot enough to set the bed alight, and with all this plaster on I can't hope to compete with that," Melly smiled. "Besides, this way I get to watch you both as you come…"
Kal flushed scarlet, but continued helping Melly to get comfortable on one side of the bed, before stretching out again on the other.
"Okay, big boy." Bruce grinned. "We've got our orders, don't want to disappoint the lady, do we?"
"Big boy?" Kal blinked.
Stretching out beside Kal, Bruce pressed his palm against the other man's. "See?" He murmured, drawing Kal's attention to the definite overlap on Kal's side. "Bet your feet are larger than mine too…" He smirked.
"Probably." Kal chuckled, losing some of the tension. Slowly he stroked the flat of one hand along the line of Bruce's arm and up to his shoulder. "I like the way you feel." He whispered.
"But?" There was something different, something missing, and Bruce knew he was not the only one sensing that…
"It's not like it was earlier." There was a hint of frustration in his voice, Kal had obviously been hoping for something and just as obviously it wasn’t happening for him.
Or at least not anymore…
"No?" Bruce was starting to get equally frustrated. He was close to a solution here: he instinctively knew it.
But not close enough apparently.
"Kal, how do you feel right now?" Bruce asked. "In what way is it different from earlier?"
Kal frowned unhappily. "I can't explain it. It's like …" He fought for the right words. "Like something in me has been turned off." He sighed. "Again."
"So what's missing that was there a few minutes ago?" The change of room shouldn't be important. Bruce looked at Kal, and at himself, and then at Melly and the gap between the three of them … Oh! The Bat finally put the clues together in the right order.
"Now I get it!" Bruce had an epiphany. "Melly, touch him. I don’t think it matters where, but make sure you're skin on skin."
Puzzled, she blinked at him. "Why?"
He could have said it was just something kinky, made a joke of it, maybe not even made this about Kal, but Kal would know and he would take it to heart, as he always did.
I'm not about to do that to him.
Kal stressed easily enough about his being alien as it was, the Kryptonian didn’t need to start worrying about this too…
Just the basic facts then… though not the full explanation.
"Because somehow the three of us are making a circuit. I don't know how, and I don't know why, but my guess is that this is why Kal couldn't get physically interested enough before we both got close to you. He needs two partners, not one."
"Two?" Melly blinked. She seemed to be taking the suggestion awfully well. "Will anyone do? Or did it have to be the two of us, specifically?"
"Don't know?" Bruce shrugged. "There might have to be an emotional investment there too? Most men are primarily turned on by visual stimulation, but not everyone works purely on that," He glanced reassuringly at Kal, letting him know that nothing revealing was going to be discussed here. "I'm guessing that for Kal to become aroused he also needs touch, and for whatever reason there has to be more than one person touching him, or the response doesn't trigger."
Melly wrapped her hand around Kal's wrist. "Okay."
Bruce licked his lips and prayed, hard. Tentatively he slid his hand out, and placed it, palm-flat on Kal's chest. The response was immediate. Kal moaned, pupils dilating, both hands clenching on empty air.
Oh yes! Spot on! While it was always satisfying to resolve a problem, Bruce fully intended that this time the satisfaction was going to be shared.
He's so responsive! But then, with so much lost time to make up for, it was hardly surprising that, once the right conditions were provided, Kal's body would be easily stimulated.
"Are you turned on now?" Melly was asking.
"Oh, I reckon so," Kal glanced down at the bulge in his jeans. "What do you think, Bruce?"
"I think we should take these off you, before something happens to them." Bruce smiled, tugging lightly at the stretched denim. Reaching out he deftly unfastened the zipper and the button. "Okay with this?"
If the low groan wasn't enough to convince Bruce that the answer to that was a definite 'yes', the eager way Kal lifted his hips clinched it. "Please," He murmured. "Oh, please!"
Very carefully, Bruce unveiled his prize, hands skimming reverently over the smooth golden skin. He had seen quite a lot of it before, but now it was his to touch … and that made all the difference.
Mine… Leaning forward, Bruce pressed the tip of his tongue to the tiny opening at the end of Kal's shaft, delighted with the way the heated flesh leapt at him. Kal trembled and clenched one fist on the cover, rocking his hips. Holding him still, Bruce opened his mouth and started to claim his prize.
"…no…" Abruptly, Kal wriggled free.
"Kal?" Surely Kal wasn’t having second thoughts now?
"It might not… be safe," Kal panted. "I… won't risk you."
He can't be talking about STD's, can he? Not if he hasn’t ever…
Quite suddenly Bruce realised exactly what Kal was alluding to. Given the differences in their physiology, if the ratio's held true for that as well, then Kal would ejaculate hard enough to do some serious damage!
Damn! There has to be SOMETHING we can do!
"Pat and Shiv had condoms in their work room, dozens of the damn things!" Melly offered, making the inevitable assumption. "I'll go and find some."
"Tell me where they are, I'll go hunt some up," Bruce offered.
"No," She smiled at him. "Thanks, but I know where to look; and besides I wouldn’t feel right letting anyone else go through their stuff. You two stay here…"
"Kal?" Bruce wondered if his partner was alright about this? He seemed awfully quiet. What's he thinking? Does he want to back out of this? Maybe he's trying to say that he doesn’t want ME?
Before he could stress himself too far, his cogitations were interrupted by a hopeful voice.
"I've worked it out – and we could…" Kal whispered excitedly. "With a condom, we really could!"
"We could?" Of course that was exactly what Bruce had wanted to hear, only now he was the one having doubts. "But what about… uh…"
"My aura makes my costume almost invulnerable," Kal confided. "It would do the same for anything in direct contact with my skin, even rubber."
"Then you could use one just like anyone else can?"
"Uh-huh…" The Kryptonian nodded.
"You're sure about that?" Bruce was not keen on finding out the hard way that it didn’t work. HE wasn’t invulnerable, not anywhere.
"I've never used one before, but I guess so."
"The aura strengthens anything ?" Bruce double-checked.
"Mmm-hhmm."
"We'll check it out another time. It might be that you'll always have to have safe sex," Bruce decided. "But at least you CAN have sex. WE can have sex…" That part definitely appealed to him.
A large hand slid around the back of his head and gently drew him to Kal, until their lips were touching. "Not unless you stop talking and get on with it," his partner told him. "So shut up and kiss me. I've waited a damn long time for this…"
He actually said 'damn', didn’t he? Wow! Bruce grinned, but did as instructed.
"Kal," Melly murmured softly, breathing over the sated Kryptonian. "Kal, hadn't you better dispose of the… uhm… evidence?"
"Mmm?" Turquoise eyes blinked open, "Sorry?"
"Well, what if the condom doesn’t hold that stuff, now it's out of you…"
"What?" Bruce was suddenly very much more awake, and thinking along the same lines. Oh shit!
Yawning, Kal continued to snuggle.
"Heat vision?" Melly suggested gently.
That woke their Kryptonian up in an instant. "Heat?"
"Heat vision, like you use when you're being Superman," Melly pointed at the used condom and the milky substance inside it. "Because if anything does get out, Bruce and I aren't invulnerable…"
"Uh, yeah…" Concentrating, Kal stared purposefully at the item in question, incinerating it in a brief puff of smoke. "Uh… you knew… who, um, else, I am?"
"I don’t make a habit of going to bed with total strangers, even sexy ones," Melly smiled at him, and tipping his head, she kissed him. "Now, if you want to sleep, beautiful, then sleep…"
"But… uh… how?" Kal blinked. "How did you find me out?"
Bruce loved seeing Kal this flustered. Superman being calm and confident was a turn-on, but his alien lover was really quite adorable when he didn’t know what to say.
"Tall, gorgeous, built like a god, doesn’t swear, hair that curls like that when wet?" Melly laughed lightly at him. "I'd have to be blind not to realise who you are, even if you hadn't both used your real names."
"OUR names?" Bruce caught that.
"Mr Bruce Wayne," Melly laughed again. "Come on now, you think I wouldn’t recognise my own employer? And besides, you knew far too much about this place to not already have read up on it. The only thing I hadn't already cottoned on to by the end of day two was who else YOU were… though I had my suspicions."
"And?" Bruce waited.
Melly gave him a shit-eating grin, "A certain gorgeous someone told me that you were very fond of caves…"
Oh yes, he did, didn’t he?
"So once I knew who else Kal was, I caught on to who you must be – Superman's cave-loving best buddy," Melly continued, "I have to say that, at first, I was more than a bit worried that the two of you were some sort of spy team. I thought you might have been sent to check out the place, especially after everything that had already happened here."
"But you obviously don’t think that any more?" Kal checked. "Or that we had anything to do with the arson attack?"
"Of course not!" Melly soothed him. "If you can't trust Superman and Batman, who can you trust? No, I'd already dismissed that idea once I saw how you two felt about each other. By then it was fairly obvious that you weren't on Wayne Foundation business either, and that you were only in Walker's Bay to get away from the rest of the world and spend a little quality time together with no one watching you. Turns out I was more right about that part than I knew," She kissed Kal tenderly, "Which is really sweet."
"Sweet?" Bruce thought that out. "Sweet?"
"Not me – I'm gorgeous," Kal reminded him, "That means that you must be sweet – since this vacation was your idea."
"Okay, I can live with being sweet," Bruce decided, "But I'm not so happy with anyone knowing that Kal's Superman."
"Or that you're the Batman?" Melly guessed. "I have absolutely no intention of telling anyone, regardless of how this turns out." She shifted awkwardly. Both of them immediately moved to help her. "Of course, I'm still hoping that the two of you will want to come and visit regularly so we can have great sex again… not to mention getting to keep my job…"
Leaning in, Bruce kissed her lightly. "I think we can safely say that as your employer I am more than happy with your performance, on all counts… There's absolutely no reason to change any of the current arrangements as far as I'm concerned." Though it wasn’t all down to him, was it? "Kal?"
"Same here," Kal wrapped a massive arm around the pair of them, "As long as someone kisses me in the next twenty seconds, that is…"
"Demanding, aren't you?" Bruce teased.
"Be fair," The larger man pouted, "I'm making up for years of deprivation here…"
"And do you see that as a long-term project?" Melly asked, as Bruce obliged with a demonstration of just how much he really appreciated their Kryptonian. "You really don’t want to try this with anyone else?" She added. "After all – you could have almost anyone, couldn’t you?"
Bruce felt his stomach tighten. Melly was right, who would refuse Superman after all? With a whole world out there, just waiting to be asked, Kal could surely have his choice?
Will he want ME either, come to that? Why would he?
"The way I see it," Kal stated confidently, as he let Bruce up for breath for a moment, "Is, if you've got something this good; then why mess with it?" Leaning over, the Kryptonian brushed his lips lightly over Melly's making her sigh with pleasure. "Am I getting any better at this?"
"Oh," Bruce watched Melly practically melt. "I reckon that with a bit more practise, you'll almost be as good as me." He grinned. "Almost…"
End…
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