Title: Let Go

Author: Misha

Rating: R for explicit heterosexual content
Fandom: Justice League

Spoilers: none

Pairing: Wonder Woman/Superman

Summary: Clark and Diana discuss Bruce and loneliness.
Length: 1300 words
Disclaimer: The Justice League belongs to DC Comics. I own only my ideas.
Author's Note: For the Superhero Roulette challenge. Thanks Livia and Bex!

Acknowledgements: Thanks to Te, Livia, and others for advice. The mistakes are where I didn’t listen.
Feedback: Relished at mishamcm@livejournal.com

Copyright (c) July 2003 Misha

Wonder Woman watches Superman walk in, sprawl on the couch, lace his fingers behind his head and close his eyes. He seems like a teenager when he gets like this.

“He’s getting to you, hmm?” she asks.

He opens his eyes and turns his head the minimum amount necessary to look at her. “Does he seem angrier than usual, Diana? Or at least grumpier?”

“I’m tempted to say that isn’t possible, but yes, I’d say he is.”

“He hasn’t talked to you about it, has he?”

“Did you see any flying pigs on your last patrol? You know how he is, Clark.”

“I know.”

“But you still want to help. Face it, that wall isn’t going anywhere. You may be an irresistible force, but when Bruce is involved the immovable object always wins.”

“I am his best friend. Aren’t I?”

“And there’s the problem right there. If you’re not always sure about it, think how everyone else feels. He has a way of chasing away friends, in case you didn’t notice.”

“Believe me, I noticed. The human ones, anyway.”

“Just think about that. We’re his best friends. Six billion humans and he had to find friends elsewhere.”

“I suppose there’s Alfred.”

“Nearly the same thing. Alfred does his best to be imaginary.”

“I see your point. So what do we do about it? Waiting for him to decide to tell us about it has its … risks.”

“Not as risky as waiting to see if the giant meteor is really going to hit the Earth or just barely miss it. Probably.” She sits down next to him. He reflexively sits up straight. She laughs and rubs his shoulder. “Speaking of people who don’t know how to relax …”

“Point taken. You know how it is. In some ways dealing with the non-super-powered world is like walking – you internalize how to hold back from using too much force until you don’t even think about it consciously.”

“But never entirely. I have days when my muscles are twitching so hard it feels like they’ll jump right through my civvies.”

“Exactly! You slip away for a super-workout, but deep down you almost wish there was a menace around so you could really let go.”

“Hmm,” she says, smiling in a way that makes his shoulder tense beneath her fingers.

“What are you thinking?” he asks hesitantly.

“I believe our topic has changed from workouts and supervillains.”

He looks confused. And perhaps a trifle nervous.

“Forgive me if I am mistaken – you grew up among humans, whereas I am rather new to this world – but when I think about the frustrations of holding back with humans, I naturally think about lovemaking.”

“What? No, I wasn’t …” But he’s blushing. And it’s not like his costume hides anything.

“You need not be embarrassed about it with me. Believe me, I understand. You might imagine an immortal would consider a few years a brief interval, but it feels to me as if I haven’t been to Themyscira in ages. There I do not need to be constantly on my guard. With humans I always must avoid getting too distracted. It is frustrating. One human with whom I have been intimate told me they have a name for it: being a ‘stone butch’.”

“A what?”

She smiles again. “It is not just pretense with you, is it? You truly are a naïve farmboy at heart.”

He does smile back, in that way that suggests a farmboy who is not quite so innocent. “I’m serious. I have no idea what a ‘stone butch’ is.”

“A ‘stone butch’ is someone who gives her partner pleasure, but never lets them touch her. It’s really the only way I can be certain I won’t accidentally hurt them. Even with Amazons I’ve been known to break fingers--”

“Gee.” He’s blushing again. “Yeah, I do the … ‘stone butch’ thing. Sounds like you’d be better at making excuses for it than I am. I’m surprised they don’t ALL think I’m not attracted to them or something.”

“It beats the other option.”

“Hmm?”

“Oh, well, not an option for you, I suppose. Your powers don’t come with magical loopholes. I do not talk about this, of course, but I believe in your case I can make an exception. My bracelets are for more than deflecting bullets. They actually constrain my ability to use my full strength. Without them I lose control of it. That magic has a corollary side effect: if a man chains my wrists I lose my strength.”

“Oh!”

“I did actually try it once, just so that I would be able to relax, to let go. It’ll be a long time before I’m that desperate.”

“Wow. I … I never thought about what you must go through.”

“You don’t like to think about what you go through.”

“I guess not.”

“So, how do you manage it?”

“Well, uh, like you said. ‘Stone butch’.”

“Hmm.” She thinks about this for a moment, weighing the data, before it hits her. “You never have, have you? Never … let go.”

“Well … no.”

Hmm. She looks him over carefully. She had thought about using his invulnerability to sidestep her problem, but it seemed too … too much like taking advantage. She had never actually considered the problem as one he might find equally frustrating. “Clark, perhaps you and I need to do something about this.”

“What?”

“I have been watching you gather cape into your lap for ten minutes.” She reaches behind her back to unzip her tunic.

“Diana, I don’t know about this—“

“Then just trust me. I do.”

“You don’t have to—“

“Did I say this was about pity? I told you, I haven’t been to Themyscira in a long time. I need to let go, too. There is no reason we two cannot share pleasure together, in a way we cannot with humans.”

“Sex doesn’t cure loneliness, Diana.”

“Of course not. We’ve got Bruce as proof of that. Sex cures lack of sex.”

She discards her tunic, smirking at his involuntary distraction. He’s such a little boy sometimes, thinking he should avert his eyes but unable to do it. She moves closer, pulls up his shirt, explores his chest with fingers and tongue.

But just for a moment. Enough of that. We can do that with anyone. She pulls down his pants and straddles him.

Their hindbrains take over at once. No thought, no caution, no restraint. Just solid and hard and MOTION, furious motion, pushing and twisting and squeezing and knowing they won’t break won’t crush just let go do what your body tells you. Feeling the other moving hard and gripping tight and digging down past the invulnerability so you really feel it.

She can squeeze his cock inside her as she wants to, as she hasn’t since … since Acantha on Themyscira had four fingers inside her and she could’ve broken them and didn’t care.

He can thrust into her deep and hard and not hold back and when he comes he won’t eviscerate her. His cock just wanting to feel her squeeze him more more more and he flies forward, throws her down on her back on the floor and his thrusts would shatter a mountain but to her they’re just something she can really feel.

And at super speed the friction should start a fire but she just grips tighter and flexes fast enough to make the air hum, louder and louder and...

In the control room Batman turns down the sound.