Summary: A Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream flavor has never been put to such delicious use...
Archive Note: This is a sequel (sorta) to Marcelo's Double Chocolate Fudge Swirl, which is also available in the Last Arkham Library.
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to Marcelo, but to DC. No profit intended. Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum viditur.
Rating: NC-17 for slash and sexual themes
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"Nonsense."
The first voice said nothing - but it said it in a very dangerous tone. Diana reconsidered her strategy. Some of the most powerful beings in the world ---Hera, the galaxy--- were wary of this person, 'mere' human as it was. Perhaps another approach would be more productive, as well as safer...
"Hum... Are you sure?"
The voice coming from just behind her arched back whispered in her ear. "Noticing things is my job, Princess". It was a low menacing whisper, and the Amazon felt suddenly flushed. A mouth started (again) to nibble her ear, adding in a still lower tone of voice "Not that I'd care".
"Infuriating!", Diana thought, "And irresistible". She couldn't help herself. And why should her? They were alone in her bedroom in Paradise Island... Not that, otherwise, she'd care.
She twisted herself in a snap, ending right over the warm, beautiful body that had been taunting her for so long. It had black hair, keen eyes, and a smirk that she'd be kissing away in just a few minutes.
"Don't worry about my sisters... If there is any trouble, I'll rescue you." The smirk gave way to a single raised eyebrow. Diana gulped slightly, regretting at once her choice of words.
"I'm sorry, I didn't..."
The person under her just put a finger over her lips, muting her apology.
"Don't be. He *will* be back one day. The galaxy isn't big or dangerous enough to keep him away from this planet."
"Or from you."
The finger faltered as the eyes became clouded with sadness and longing. But not hopelessness. After Death, Distance was a mere nuisance. Never hopelessness.
Yet sadness can hurt enough. So Diana started kissing the troubled eyes and the cheeks (and pretty soon everywhere else) while repeating again and again the words they both needed so badly to hear.
"He'll be back, Lois. He'll be back."
.finis.
Note from the Author: As an addendum: I know that it's not only a non-canonical pairing - given their personalities and mutual stories, it's almost *anti*-canonical. Even with Clark/Superman MIA for some time [the unspoken background behind this short story] they "waiting together" for him is arguably totally out of character for both of them. Just chalk it up to yet another of my sick and twisted little AUs...