Epilogue: Rival Affections

Flowers on her desk at the Daily Planet. Lois Lane smiled, and looked at the card.

MEET ME ON THE ROOF AT NOON

It was a hard morning. Lois struggled to focus on work, thinking of her encounter on the roof. Probably it was Diana, hoping for a quickie. The reporter smiled, thinking of what everyone in the office would say if they knew she was in a lesbian relationship with Wonder Woman. At 11:45, the reporter ducked into the bathroom and slid out of her panties. They wouldn't have a lot of time, and if Diana did want any hanky-panky, she wanted to make the most of it.

Her heart was racing with anticipation as she rode the elevator up. Stepped out and looked up at the great bronze globe of the Daily Planet itself. She scanned the roof...and almost laughed when she saw the small Parisian-style table with white tablecloth snapping in the wind, set for a lunch for two.

Lois walked over there, still looking for where Diana might be hiding, when a shadow passed over her. She looked up...and thought for a moment it was a bird, a plane...and then her heart sank as a familiar red cape snapped in the wind, the great S-shield stretched out over the broad muscular chest.

"Superman," she whispered. "This is...a surprise."

"A pleasant one, I hope," he said, and pulled her chair out for her, like a perfect gentleman.

He laid a bamboo box, tied with string on the table...and Lois smelled fresh Chinese food. Real Chinese food, not the typical American takeout. Her stomach rumbled automatically, mouth watered.

"What's the occasion?" She asked, automatically.

"I've been thinking," Superman said, as he opened the box. "That we might start taking our relationship a little more seriously."

"Our relationship?" Lois Lane's heart sank into her stomach. It's true that she'd had a very flirtatious relationship with Superman for...well, it felt like nearly a century...but now she was with Wonder Woman, and...

"Lois," he said. "The truth is...I've loved you for a long time. When I heard about your close encounter with Blaze the other week, I...realized I didn't want to put this off any longer. I want to be with you."

The Man of Steel dropped down to one knee. Lois Lane's heart nearly stopped when she saw the ring, the diamond almost glowing from within as it caught the sunlight.

"Will you marry me?"

Lois Lane wasn't sure how she was going to answer...and then, she didn't have to. A golden thread snapped over his neck, tightened.

Diana reeled the golden lasso in, dragging Superman across the rooftop. Wind whipping her dark hair, mouth peeled back in a snarl.

"She's taken," the Amazon growled.

The reporter got up from the chair just as the Kryptonian got his feet up and under him. He easily pulled off the lasso, but his expression was hurt and puzzled as a kicked puppy.

"Diana? What are you—"

He barely dodged her right hook. Diana recovered quickly, drew her lasso back...and Lois thrust herself in between the superheroes.

"Whoa! Stop it! No fighting!" She panted, looking back and forth. "Look, we're all adults here, I think we need to talk..."

"She's with me!" Diana growled.

Superman's eyes widened in surprise. "You're...together? Since when?"

Lois lowered her hands.

"It was that thing with Blaze. Look, can we..." Her stomach growled. "Can we eat, and talk about this? I'm starving."

Detente reached, the trio retreated back to the table. Lois sat and ate. Superman offered Diana the other chair, but she preferred to sit on the ledge of the building, picking steamed shrimp out of the reporter's dishes as Lois alternately ate and explained the situation.

"...I'm sorry Superman," Lois said when she finished. "I never wanted to hurt you."

"I should apologize too, Clark," Diana said. "I struck when I should have—"

"Wait, Clark?" Lois Lane's brow furrowed...and then her eyes widened. "Clark Kent is Superman. Oh fuck me..."

"Well, that cat's out of the bag," Superman said, shaking his head. He looked fairly despondent. "Diana, please accept my apology, I wouldn't have...if I'd known...you have to know I love both of you, and I wouldn't..."

The Amazon squinted. "Do you mean that?"

The Kryptonian paused. "What?"

"That you love both of us." She slid one end of the golden lasso around his wrist. "This is the lasso of truth. It will not let you lie. Speak honestly."

"I love both of you," he said easily.

Wonder Woman slipped the other end of the lasso around Lois Lane's wrist. "And you, Lois?"

"I..." Lois was about to deny it, but her mouth had other ideas. "I love you both too."

The three of them stared at each other.

"So...what are we going to do?" Superman said.

"Do, um," Lois licked sauce off her lips. "Do Amazons and Kryptonians believe in polyamory?"

Two pairs of blue eyes focused on Lois.

"You mean...we all sort of get married...and have sex...together?" Superman said, sounding very Clark Kent-ish in that moment. The reporter could just imagine what his parents back in Kansas might say to such an arrangement.

"I do not think my mother would approve if I married a...man," Diana said. Then she lowered her eyes. "But I would by lying if I said I haven't at least thought about such things."

Lois Lane nodded. "I mean, we don't have to sort out all the details now, but..." she took a deep breath. "What if we did this properly? Meet somewhere with a big bed and just...see what it's like, to have a threesome? Maybe see if we're all compatible? Because if we are, well..."

She reached out and grabbed both their hands. "I don't know anyone else I'd rather share my life with."

"So..." Diana said. "How would this work? Exactly."

"Well," Lois said. "To be honest, I thought we'd all get naked...and then...oh it would be so hot to see you two kiss..."

The reporter blushed, lost in her imagination for a moment. "I wouldn't mind seeing him penetrate you...fuck you...while I rubbed my pussy...hmm, or maybe I could be out front, watching him take you from behind as you eat my cunny...or we could tie him up with your golden lasso, and sort of sandwich his cock with both our cunts until he shoots his hot sticky load all over us, and then we could lick it off each other..."

Superman and Wonder Woman were both blushing, staring at the reporter...and Lois realized she'd let her fingers start to rub between her legs.

"Um. I...would like to try that. I mean, if you're okay with it, Diana." Superman said.

"I think we could definitely...experiment," Diana licked her lips. "But, we're going to do this, right? Just...make love to one another...together...and see how we feel afterward?"

"Right," Lois said.

"Okay," Superman said.

They sat there for a moment, holding hands.

"I'm going to take the rest of the day off work," Lois said. "Clark, how big is your bed?"

"King-sized," he said, blinking.

"Perfect. Diana do you have anything?"

"Unless an ancient Greek god decides to cause trouble, I'm free for the afternoon."

"Then let's do it," Lois said, standing up. She slammed a hand into the table, making the silverware clatter. "Let's fuck!"