Chapter 2: Building Tension
"Jenna!" Chief Íñiguez barked from across the darkened precinct floor.
Jenna Clark made her way over to the chief, her sensible flats clicking rhythmically over worn linoleum. High-performance power was all well and good for the streets, but the sixth floor of the GCPD headquarters needed quiet efficiency. Inside the station, good cops didn't need cocksure, congratulatory hollers; they needed the low, steady murmurs of support from their boss.
Jenna appreciated those moments with Chief Íñiguez, those rare nuggets of honest human interaction amongst the despair that usually plagued the department.
"Clark, I've got a lead on Cyber," she announced as she carefully stored her dripping raincoat on the rack.
"Let me guess--Amazon or otherwise?" he asked sardonically.
Jenna grinned as she pulled up a chair across from her boss.
"I'm screening the calls, otherwise you know who I'd be working with."
He rolled his eyes, smiling. "Should've known. All right, tell me whatcha got."
She dropped a stack of folders and scribbled notes on the desk like a librarian sorting a messy patron's return. "Our first tip arrived twenty minutes ago, a text message. The intel led to this." She handed over a manila folder, thick with numerical strings and grid maps.
" Coordinates and a list of times. Pre-dawn rain helps the usual black-on-black fade even further into oblivion."
That fettered frown returned to Chief Íñiguez's weathered face. The city was throwing every resource they had at this twenty-ton monkey that'd squatted on their metaphorical backs. "You're going full-dark on this."
Jenna nodded curtly, reaching for the folder. "Vendor areas, shipping yards, dockwork.
You'll need backup."
She gripped the folder, a steely expression in her hazel eyes. "I can assemble a few trusted units."
His gaze lingered on her, the flecks of silver and green in her irises seemed to dance as he scrutinized her. "Sometimes I wonder if stealth is all you and Diana inhabit between the two of you."
"The job description says stalwart, but I'll take winged mercy as a sidekick any day, Chief."
He waved her off.
A hint of a smile tugged at his lips and he returned his attention to the paperwork on his desk.
Jenna exited his office and glanced at her watch. The ticking hands marked 4:17 AM, the time crunch weighing heavy on Jenna's mind. If she wanted her best squad ready for collaboration, she shouldn't waste any more precious minutes.
She trotted down the hall, quickening her pace when she heard that almost imperceptible but distinct, clear-voiced hum drifting in the air. As she neared the source, she could pick out the tempos and the lilting rhythm: the ancient tongue \- and beautiful \- of the Amazons.
Jenna paused to drink it in for but a moment, allowing it to seep into her soul before continuing.
She had come to recognize and crave the hymn in the handful of times she had partnered with Wonder Woman. Whether in combat with faceless enemies, or poring over street grid maps, the song was a near constant.
It centered Diana, the woman Jenna had silently worshipped from afar since childhood. This Amazonian in the flesh was just as kind-hearted and awe-inspiring as Jenna had always imagined. However, she was also incredibly forthright, and Jenna was acutely aware that Diana had picked up on the detective's attraction.
Jenna masked it well, but the truth was she'd harbored this unrequited desire for Wonder Woman since their first encounter during a heated chase through the streets of Gateway City.
Jenna paused, composing herself before pushing through the heavy double doors that led to the GCPD communications room. A dozen officers sat at their duty stations, typing and listening, attending to the city's incessant murmurings as they poured into the precinct's heart.
A steady whirr of machines filled the air with the sound of countless voices, a lone officer filtering the relevant from the static, the colorful but meaningless.
Jenna barely noticed the background noise, because the voice that called to her was clearer than any human shout: the voice of Diana, the woman with whom her unspoken attraction had grown over several mission-filled nights. Yet Jenna rarely found a single private moment; she was careful, adamant, to maintain her professionalism.
Nevertheless, the temptation remained. And now, encountering Diana within the dimly lit confines of the communication room, Jenna could hardly ignore the flutters in her chest.
The two women locked eyes for a brief moment, then Diana smiled warmly, nodding in Jenna's direction. The detective felt her pulse quicken but pushed the instinct aside. She crossed the tiled floor toward her target, immersing herself in the symphony of communication broadcasts reverberating inside the room.
Her admiration simmered beneath the surface, but still held at bay, safely stowed within her subconscious. The attractive warrior princess stood at her station, long, raven hair cascading down her shoulders, blue eyes flickering over the text messages Jenna had prepared for her.
"Wonder Woman, thank you for meeting me here," Jenna began, struggling to maintain eye contact.
"Of course, Detective Clark," she responded, those perfectly formed words in a misty, alluring whisper.
Jenna's breath hitched as unspoken desire channeled through their exchange. The warrior's gaze lingered, tracing Jenna's face in appraisal. A shiver of anticipation coursed through Jenna, heat pooling deep within.
"We've got a challenging assignment ahead of us," Jenna continued, shifting topics to center their focus. Diana nodded, seemingly entranced by the information Jenna fed her, absorbing it with a determination that stirred Jenna's soul.
"These are coordinates to various locations around the city," Diana affirmed. "And the times listed next to them appear to be when the target will be most vulnerable."
"Exactly," Jenna asserted, skewering Diana with a meaningful look. "Each zombie attack seems carefully planned - inhumanly so. That kind of meticulous preparation speaks to the involvement of someone with a strong military background."
"Like Doctor Cyber," Diana finished for her.
"Yep," Jenna confirmed.
"It's chilling, isn't it? Her analytical mind must be the result of rigorous training."
Suddenly, Wonder Woman leaned in and placed a gentle, yet firm kiss on Jenna's cheek. The detective's heart skipped a beat, surprised by the gesture, but her face quickly turned a warm shade of pink.
"This is why I work with you," Wonder Woman admitted, eyes sparkling with sincerity. "You have a keen mind, much like the greatest detectives I have worked with: Batman, the Martian Manhunter. Your intellect and dedication to protecting Gateway City inspire me, Jenna."
Jenna gulped, her heart beating rapidly as she tried to process what had just happened. Before she could collect herself, sirens blared through the police station, and the lights flickered.
A few officers, including Jenna, glanced up curiously, listening to the shouts outside the communications room. Had this been because of them, two powerful women - one an alien princess, the other a proud detective - finally realizing the attraction between them?
But no - with the incredulous yells growing closer, Diana and Jenna both stepped to the windows, peering out over the now-alert force that rushed to attend the unexpected disturbance.
As precinct doors were thrown open by fleeing bodies and others rushed to the scene, a mighty crash echoed through the halls as water surged into the building's lower levels.
The once-imposing Gateway City Police Department HQ, a symbol of unwavering protection, now groaned under the weight of the unfathomable. Bolstered by the water's immense force, torrents tore through the precinct, demolishing chairs and overturning desks.
Frantic men and women scurried, attempting to salvage their compromised fortress.
The tsunami's onslaught carried more than destruction; a chilling atmosphere enveloped them, a presence that did not belong and could only mean peril.
The deluge of water inundated the first floor, rushed through the halls, and ascended to the precinct's sixth floor. An unspoken—yet mutual—sense of disbelief anchored our heroes' typically resolute and resourceful selves.
A torrent like this hadn't drenched Gateway City in ages, let alone its most hallowed structure. The earthquake that rumbling roared in Jenna's ears heightened the awe-stricken sensations wrapping them both.
Wave crashes rocketed straight for the shuddering communications room, shattering windows and tossing officers about. The brackish, muddy liquid advanced within inches of Wonder Woman and Jenna, who now tumbled together where chaos reigned just moments ago.
With our two heroines tangled, their curious connection intensified.
In fear, they looked to each other when sudden tremors shattered the world they knew. The violent shaking of the halls threw Diana and Jenna into each other's arms.
"We must get to safety," the warrior princess yelled, steadfast determination etched in her commanding expression.
A fierce wave drenched their protective embrace. Water coursed around them like a primitive tidal bore, a natural disaster unlike any the duo had ever encountered.
As the receding tide left debris in its wake, Jenna found herself clinging desperately onto Diana, fueled by the innate sense of survival instinct that forever lingered on the edge of her experience.
But another, softer emotion accompanied it, one Jenna had spent years striving to conceal, battling back the rush of feelings whenever faced with temptation and vulnerability.
However, she and Diana appeared to be the sole occupants of this part of the station. Its black waters formed an ominous moat between them and the main entrance. Fractured debris from the once-ordered squad room lay scattered documenting the disarray; a potent reminder of the havoc wrought by the seawater.
A silence descended between them; the ceaseless crackle and chatter of the communications system had suddenly ceased.
The only sound now was their accelerated breathing and the diminishing flow of water an inch away.
As the penetrating silence expanded, a peculiar sensation bloomed in Jenna's stomach – a mix of excitement and terror. She could almost feel Diana's heartbeat syncing with her own, that innate connection she'd suppressed for so long growing stronger in this dire moment.
Diana gently released herself from Jenna's soaked grasp and looked deep into her eyes. There was something in her gaze Jenna hadn't seen before – warmth, compassion, and vulnerability.
Wonder Woman held Jenna's face gently, her thumb tenderly caressing Jenna's cheek. "Are you hurt?" she asked, looking into Jenna's eyes.
Jenna took a moment to register the concern and tenderness in Diana's voice, temporarily distracted by the superheroine's gentle touch. "I-I don't think so," she stuttered, searching for any signs of physical discomfort. Her adrenaline-charged mind had initially overshadowed her discomfort, but now, the aches in her body slowly made themselves known.
"Good," Diana sighed, slowly lowering her hand. Reluctance lingered in her eyes as she released Jenna's face, a subtle yet unspoken longing filling the space between them.
But with that longing, Jenna couldn't shake the remorseful thought weighing on her mind. Before she could stop herself, Jenna lunged forward, pressing her lips urgently against Wonder Woman's.
Wonder Woman's eyes widened for a brief moment in surprise, but Jenna didn't pull away. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, unyielding in their pursuit of a connection they had both been denying for far too long.
Time stood still, and the noise of the world beyond them faded away. A silence draped around them like a lover's touch, and Jenna could no longer tell if the torrential rain was still pouring in through the shattered window.
All that mattered was the sensation of Wonder Woman's lips against hers, and the warmth spreading throughout her body.
They broke apart, gasping for air, eyes locked. Neither spoke a word. What could they say?
The moment was heavy, charged with a new energy that neither had expected. But despite the confusion, they couldn't deny the magnetic pull between them.
Jenna's heart raced as she registered the passion in Diana's gaze. It was clear that this wasn't a simple act of comfort or camaraderie; this was something more.
And then, without warning, the earth shook again. The intensity of the quake sent Jenna tumbling to the floor.
Diana caught herself and moved to help Jenna regain her footing, but another shockwave seized them, tearing open an unsealed window. A spiraling spray of water surged through, dominating the Rothko-esque canvas of the communications room wall and scattering them apart like marionettes whipped by an angry puppeteer.
As they pushed through the murky liquid pooling on the floor, fierce determination etched deep in their eyes, they became entwined in a fierce dance of survival, of attachment.
Their fingertips brushed against each other, creating a tingling sensation that coursed through their drenched bodies like lightning splitting the night sky.
Jenna, her desperate eyes hooked on Diana's, lunged forward, her wet hands grasping at the Amazonian's soaked suit. Jenna wasted no time unfastening the clasps and zippers that kept her wrapped in royal red, white and blue. With each layer sliding off, Jenna grew hungrier, longing for deeper intimacy.
Finally, she revealed the soft and tanned curves of Diana's divine physique; features so commonly depicted in the countless comic strips that inspired Jenna's fantasies.
But they're nothing compared to the real deal, she marveled.
Diana stood there, fingers delicately hooked to the last clinging remains of her outfit. Droplets cascaded from her silken tresses to her toned shoulders, tracing a sensual path down her delicious figure.
As the queen of Themyscira stood naked before her, save for a faint smile on her lips, Jenna felt her breath catch in her throat.
Wonder Woman looked Jenna in the eyes, her voice steady amidst the storm. "Jenna, I think we need to have a long talk over drinks. But first, we need to get out of here. We need to help the others, but then—", she smiled, "we will talk."
Shaking the fog of lust from her mind, Jenna nodded, forcing herself to think clearly. She couldn't afford to lose her head now, not when their lives hung in the balance.
As they quickly dressed in what remained of their uniforms, Jenna noted that Diana had made no effort to hide her body—no shame for the beauty she displayed. And why should she? Jenna wondered.
Couldn’t they find solace in each other before tackling the catastrophe they faced? She wanted to explore Diana's body, dance her tongue along the curve of her thighs, taste her.
Despite the turmoil of emotions surging through her, Jenna remained calm and composed. She approached Diana, hand grazing her partner's hip. “We’ll discuss this once we’re above water and safe.” Closing the distance between them, she planted a long, lingering kiss on Diana’s lips.
She inhaled deeply, memorizing the scent of her. The closeness of their bodies ensured she could feel Diana's heartbeat, the thrumming of her pulse matching her own.
Pulling away, barely an inch separated them. Jenna's voice was barely more than a whisper when she spoke. “For now, let me show you how much I want you.”
Her hands explored the contours of Wonder Woman’s body, marveling at the feeling of soft skin and hard muscles rippling beneath her fingertips.
She cupped Diana’s ass, pulling her closer, the superheroine’s wet hips grinding against Jenna’s with urgency.
Diana responded eagerly, desire flashing in her blue eyes as she dove headfirst into the kiss. Her fingers tangled in Jenna’s short brown hair, tugging and massaging in all the right places.
Jenna moaned into their kiss, biting down on her lover’s bottom lip and eliciting a deep, guttural groan from Wonder Woman.
Every fiber in Jenna’s body screamed for release as she ran her hands up and down Diana’s spine, pulling the goddess closer. Their breasts crushed against each other, sparks flying from their electric connection.
As their bodies melded into one, Jenna trailed greedy hands lower, slipping beneath the waistband of Diana’s panties and slipping one finger into the hot, wet depths between her thighs. The Amazonian gasped against Jenna’s lips, tightening her grip on the detective’s hair and snapping her head back.
The shift in position brought a heated grin to Jenna’s face as she kissed and licked down Wonder Woman’s neck, pausing to tug at her earlobe with her teeth.
Diana hissed, arching in response, shuddering as Jenna’s skilled fingertips teased her entrance and found all too easily the place that rendered her speechless and putty in the mortal’s hands.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet for me,” Jenna murmured, punctuating each word with a thrust of her long, delicate finger, each one twisting and writhing within her lover’s needy cunt.
Her other hand refused to sway in idleness and soon had located a nipple, more than worthy of her full attention. She lavished the sensitive, stiff bud with her thumb and forefinger, rolling and pinching until Diana mewled, her breath rushing past her lips in ragged, heated pants.
Jenna drove her wet finger deeper inside Wonder Woman and curled it upward, seeking that sacred spot that would send her lover spiraling into ecstasy. And when her fingertip brushed against the legendary heroine’s G-spot, she reveled in the pleasure of Diana’s visceral reaction.
“Oh!” cried the goddess, nails gouging into Jenna’s shoulders as she spasmed in her arms.
The detective withdrew her soaked digit and slid it liberally with Diana’s slippery wetness before bringing it to her own lips.
She savored the tart taste of arousal like sweet ambrosia, eliciting a low growl from the Amazonian.
Jenna gripped Wonder Woman's hips, grinding them against her thigh for added pressure. The goddess spun them around, pressing Jenna's back to the remaining wall and kissing her deeply, passionately.
Words escaped them both now, their lust-filled minds incapable of forming coherent thoughts. Instead, they communicated through their intense, needful kisses and fluctuating heartbeats.
Their hands roamed unabashedly over each other's slick bodies, relishing the contact between them.
Jenna slipped her hands over Wonder Woman's shapely, muscular ass, giving it a squeeze and enjoying the feel of its curve within her hands. In turn, Diana caught Jenna's heavy, aching breasts in her hands, kneading them and pinching the nipples, drawing a surge of pleasure through her - one that left her heart thundering.
They fostered the raw, carnal desire that now burned within them. A stark, dark longing for release - for the exquisite sensation of oblivion that sex with your equal could bring.
Diana broke the kiss, her lips trailing along Jenna's jawline and down her neck, leaving a moist, quivering heat as she descended. The lustful Amazonian pressed feral kisses upon the detective's heaving chest, sides, and stomach - with unbridled enthusiasm.
Her breath was hot against Jenna's cool, wet skin as she knelt before the splendidly curvy human.
Diana's fingers expertly navigated Jenna's slacks, swiftly unfastening the button, then expertly pulling the zipper down. With the expertise of a seasoned lover, she tugged the fabric free of Jenna's thighs and trapped legs as Jenna kicked off her shoes, allowing for Diana to slip her still-clothed form to the floor.