Clark slowly shut the door to his apartment with a soft click. It was all too easy to come home from a long day and absentmindedly shut the door with a little too much force. He'd already gone through too many and didn't need anymore complaints from the neighbors. He sighed wearily and swept that damned curl from his forehead. Clark retreated to his bedroom and began to eagerly disrobe. He couldn't help cast a glance to the full length mirror on the wall. Muscles rippled under flawless smooth skin. He found his hand slowly drifting down across his broad chest, chiseled abs, and to the shape bulging through his white briefs.
"No," he told himself reluctantly, "Later." He swept open the drapes and instantly gasped as his body was bathed in light. He felt energy course through every vein, tighten every muscle, fill every pore, and dance across his skin like a million microscopic needles. Electrifying. The Metropolis city scape spanned before him; a legion of towering skyscrapers, soft afternoon light glinting off every window. Then he caught a glimpse of him, that godly figure reflected in the window. The light emphasized every feature, molding each contour, every vein like some inspired sculptor shaping his masterpiece from gleaming marble. As the shadows seemed to dart across his iron physique, drawing his gaze downward, Clark's steely blue eyes locked on the shapely length arcing down his leg, perfectly framed in shadow like a beautiful portrait.
"Not now, dammit!" he growled. He quickly turned from the window and marched into the den. However, as he passed through the hallway, something made him pause. There was no sound, or smell, only a....presence. The Superman within him burst forth and Clark took flight, rounding the corner and rocketing into the den. His eyes glowed molten red, ready to unleash a torrent of deadly energy, but they faded as he saw a figure sitting on the sofa.
"D-Diana? What are you..." he stammered, caught off guard by the uninvited Wonder Woman before him.
