Namor Kisses Sue In Public

At first, it was a waltz. Sue Storm stared into his eyes, caught the rhythm, moved with him. His strong hand on her hip, her hand in his. They seemed for a moment to be almost joined at the hip, and Sue Storm could feel Namor through the fabric of her dress, adamantium-hard and hot. His blue eyes bored into hers, ardent and focused.

Then the music began to change. The beat quickened. Small flying fish leaped from tanks in arcs over the pair, sprinkling them with water. In a voice so low that only Sue could hear, Namor told her:

"This is a sacred mating dance of the Atlantean people. Those who complete it to the end are wed by Atlantean custom—though we will not go quite that far."

Sue's heart hammered as he brought his hand up and spun her around. She continued to spin, Namor in control, her feet working in tight circles as the room swam around her, the other Atlanteans forming a circle around them, on their hands and knees, beating time against the ground, a complex rhythm.

She saw She-Hulk and Jessica Drew, Carol Danvers and Ororo Munroe, staring at her oddly. Brunnhilde the Valkyrie raised a goblet of something impossibly blue in the air as Sue spun past, a blue-skinned Atlantean woman in her lap and licking the Asgardian's ear.

Cameras flashed. Smartphones out. Heat rose to Sue Storm's face as she realized everyone was watching, watching her, and she wasn't thinking in that moment about Reed or her marriage or children or even the tattoo on her lower back.

Namor brought her into a deep dip, her head almost on the floor.

Then his face was pressed against hers. His tongue in her mouth.

He tasted like the sea. The warm tropical sea with crystal-clear waters through which fish and sharks swam. Sue Storm closed her eyes and gave herself to that kiss, toes curling, locked in that strong embrace.

A moment of complete and utter abandon.

It made the front page of the Daily Bugle.