Superman waits for Diana

Superman had been waiting for Diana, taking her advice almost instantly to pour himself a drink of something from the bar. Not something he usually did, but he wanted to impress her. Only to discover that whatever this scotch she had was more his tastes then anything he had ever had before. So he had a few more stiff drinks, feeling more relax and more good then ever. Listening to the music, he thought on how powerful and commanding Diana's presence was. How it made him as weak in the knees as Kryptonite but in pain. Quite the opposite. It made him feel that he should follow her lead, even into hell, and that it was the most natural thing in the world.

The scent of lotus and roses flowed into the room, hitting the alien hero like a tidal wave as his dick hardened. It appeared before the lovely women strutted into the room, like she was a queen entering her court with heels clicking on the ground. She was a vision which seemed to glow heavenly light in his opinion, still looking like when he had saved her, with the gaze attracting cleavage... he meant necklace... which seemed to change colour in the light.

She moved in close, tracing a nail over his shield for a minute, before saying, "I want to thank you for saving me. I think that a errant knight deserves a kiss from the fair maiden."

Before he could react, she wrapped her arms around his neck before kissing him deeply. It was like he had never been kissed before that moment, like any experience with the fairer sex had been erased to be replaced by Diana. It felt like all of his nerves had been electrified as she even slip her tongue in his mouth, she he greeted with his own. He arms wrapped around her waist instinctively.

She broke the kiss even as he tried to make it linger by following her lips with his own. She then continued, "You're a great kiss. Something I wish I know earlier. So much I would love to learn more about you. I hate to ask, but if you could trust me, could I have an interview about you? Learn more about the hero who helps the world, and the man behind the cape."

Part of him wanted to react like he normally would, keeping his secrets. That part was being drowned out by a part of him who wanted to show Diana he trusted her, that she could trust him. Depend on him. Be pleased by him. Be made happy by him. The parts duelled for a few minutes, much longer in his supercomputer of a mind, before he decided...