Clark didn't know how she managed to make a gi look sexy, but she did. Her pants and top were a dark navy blue and her black belt had three golden stripes. He watched her snap a gorgeous front kick into the air. If a normal man from Earth had been standing there, he would have doubled over and gone to the ground in an instant.

He walked up to her just as she spun around with an elbow that would have gone right into his chest if he hadn't taken a step back.

"Clark, what if I'd nailed you?"

He knew he gave her a dorky grin without him being able to see himself.

"I'm serious. You might've broken my elbow. Haven't you heard of knocking before you enter?"

"To our own apartment?"

She gave a furious nod.

"I wouldn't have let you hurt yourself, but I promise next time I'll knock on the window before I fly in. You know you could look at it as I'm teaching you to be aware of your surroundings."

"Oh, I'm aware," she said seemingly in a more playful mood now as she gazed at the tightness of his Superman suit.

She suddenly invaded his space. He thought she was intent on romance as she grabbed the back of his cape, but as soon as her leg started to come up and she began to fall backward, he knew what was coming, and he braced himself as she flipped him over her body.

Before he got a change to get to his feet, she was on top of him in mount, her favorite ground-fighting position. The sight of her on top of him conjured other images to mind. Nonetheless, he knew her favorite, signature move after a year of being married and these matches being a part of their relationship. He folded his arms across his chest to keep her from getting an armbar.

She responded by putting her forearm into his neck. He noticed she smelled musky and sweet at once and that alluring combination loosened him up more than her intention to choke. That was all she needed though, propping her knee beside his head and spinning to the side and seizing the inside of his arm. She went to the floor with his arm on her chest and raised her hips in the air.

If he'd had no powers, he'd be nursing a broken arm right now, but she was only stirring his passions. "Good job, honey."

She got on him again, and he let her without struggle. "Watch this new move. I call it the Superman."

She laid completely across his body, putting all her weight on him, she arched her body and stuck out her arms as if she were flying on him.

An average opponent would have been immobilized by the crushing weight, as it was, he was fully aroused. He carefully bucked her off like she was nothing more than a paperweight and got the dominant position.

"You're not playing right," she complained though she wore a smile.

"I am. You have more run-ins with super-powered people than anyone I know. I'm presenting realism. Nice technique by the way. Now let me show you the move I call the Superman." He lunged for her exposed neck and captured it with his lips.

He didn't miss the way her head went back to receive it. "Well, you've got skill. I'll give you that."

She had managed to get her legs wrapped around him, melding their bodies together even more. He didn't know if she was trying to get him in her guard to continue their rolling or if she were moving onto another sport entirely.

If she'd practiced these moves regularly on him all those years ago, he wouldn't have been able to deny his feelings and desires for as long as he had, but when he truly thought about it, he would have changed very little about their journey for it had brought them to this moment with his wife, a master fighter and an even more masterful lover. And he prayed a prayer of gratitude in that moment.

When his hand slipped into her gi top, and she loosened her belt, he got his answer.

He chuckled. "Mom was right. The way we do jiu-jitzu could definitely be called monkey business."

The End