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“What are you doing here?” Tana asked.

“Is that any way to greet your, y’know, close friend?” Kon asked. In lieu of a kiss on the cheek, he sat down beside Tana and seized her hand.

“I’m supposed to be covering the press conference,” Tana groused, though she let him hold her hand. “You show up and the story’s going to be Superboy this, Superboy that…”

“Hey, am I wearing the S? No leather, no spandex, just the way you like me,” Kon said innocently.

It was true. Instead of the superhero suit he usually had on like a second skin, he was dressed in a chic bohemian style that blended well in Hawaii. Issey Miyake shirt, Arpenteur pants, and a bucket hat. Tana liked the way he looked, even if she wasn’t quite sure he knew how to dress himself. Maybe he just threw on the clothes she got him and the freebies he got from everyone else and what came out of it just happened to look good, with the same preternatural luck he seemed to have in everything.

“So you’re just here to support me?”

“Yeah,” Kon said. “Why else would I be here?”

Tana harrumphed. She didn’t think Kon would mind their current circumstances, even if she did. The reasons they couldn’t be together—not officially—still held true… and anyway, she knew he was getting up to stuff with Roxy, the two of them living together, even if she hadn’t seen or heard anything about them going on dates. Or maybe that was wishful thinking.

Why it would be wishful thinking for her to imagine her secret boyfriend with another woman, even one they’d have a threesome with, Tana didn’t know. But it was questions like this that made Kon’s company at a press conference she was supposed to be writing up less than helpful.

If she were dreaming, this was about the point where Kon would start fucking her in public. Tana looked at him—a warm, inviting glance—and felt a pleasant, caressing touch moving over her shoulders. She wet her full lips with the tip of her tongue before realizing he wasn’t touching her.

His hand was still in hers, thumb subtly stroking the back of her hand, as she felt flickers… spiraling curlicues… run over her shoulders and down her back like flowing water, but warm and solid and intimate. She could feel it on her bare skin even though she was wearing both a satin blouse and a linen jacket. Christ, she could feel it under her bra…

“God, Kon, what are you doing?”

“Holding your hand,” Kon said, so innocently it was wicked, so wicked it made her wet…

“That’s not what you’re doing,” Tana breathed, and she was panting a little. “Shit, you’re using that TTK…”

“What?” Not so innocent now. Now it was irritating how Kon played dumb. You wouldn’t think so, considering how good he was at it.

“Tactile telekinesis! You mention it every two minutes…”

“Shh! Keep your voice down. We’re at a press conference,” Kon chided her.

Tana’s dedication to her job, and red-faced flusterment at being called out, was such that she redirected her attention to the podium and the speaker’s opening remarks despite what Kon was doing. Then she felt his ghost touch pad down her lower back, sweep over the tops of her buttocks, and knew there was no way she’d be able to pay attention to anything being said. She would just have to watch news footage of this conference later in order to piece together what was being said. As per usual for Kon, damn him… if only he didn’t make it feel so good, she’d tell him to stop…

“Ooh!” Tana squeaked, almost under her breath, drawing looks from those in the rows nearest to her, but all they saw was her sitting there, holding hands with a man. Kon had just used his TTK to pull on the waistband of her panties and then let them snap back against her body. “Don’t do that,” she whispered.

“You could always not wear panties,” Kon pointed out. “Then I wouldn’t be so tempted.”

“I’m sitting down and you still can’t stop thinking about my ass,” Tana retorted.

“Yeah, but you are going to stand up eventually—tease.”

The phantom touch ran over her lips, and Tana irresistibly thought of how his cock felt in front of her mouth before she swallowed it. Maybe it was just that she had a filthy mind. There was no way Kon-El was subtle enough to use his power to precisely duplicate what that felt like.

“Now it’s my lipstick tempting you, I suppose,” Tana whispered. “Should I stop wearing that too?”

“Don’t you dare.”