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Photo from Kryptonsite.
She loves them both.
She's never been able to choose between them. They're her friends, and they're close to one other, too. They've worked together for years, and she's always known that choosing between them would shatter something irreparable among them. Making a choice would break a solid friendship she cherishes, not to mention a very important working relationship.
Besides, she can't stand the thought of losing either of them. Either as friends, or as coworkers. She just can't.
So tonight, she's finally made her choice.
She's chosen both of them.
She expected Clark to be shocked. Even though he's an alien, he was raised a smalltown Kansas boy, and it shows. Ollie, on the other hand, has been a playboy for much of his life. She figured he'd be much more likely to go for it.
But she was wrong. Because Ollie is the one stammering and blushing at her suggestion, while Clark looks at her with hot eyes.
No. If she's going to be honest about it, he's looking at both of them with hot eyes.
She knows they love each other, too. They've been the best of friends for years, but beneath the friendship, there's something far deeper, something that neither of them has ever fully acknowledged. Something that's intense, romantic, and even sexual.
They'd die for each other. They'd die for her. And she'd die for them.
It's a perfect triangle, and they've been caught in a sort of stasis for a long time, because none of them could ever bring themselves to make a decision that would exclude one of the three corners of the triangle.
Her solution is the only reasonable one. The only possible one. And to her surprise, Clark is the one that accepts that at once. He nods, smiling, at her suggestion.
Ollie stands frozen, looking bewildered, like a closet door has just been flung open, exposing his skeletons to the world.
But she stands on tiptoe and kisses him, and Clark puts his arms around both of them, and Ollie only hesitates a moment before he surrenders. Suddenly they're all wrapped around each other, tangled together intimately.
They've been tangled together for a long time, really. Just not quite so physically. There's been all this unresolved sexual tension among them, but they've never confronted it, never even admitted it's there.
After all these years, she thinks it's about damn time they did something about it.
They're both her heroes. They've been her heroes for a long time now. One is superpowered, while the other performs heroic deeds armed only with his wits and a bow and arrow. But in her eyes, they're equal. Not the same, not at all. One wears the blue of the sky, and one wears the green of the earth. One flies over the world, and one walks among mortal men. But she admires them both equally.
She loves them both equally.
She knows they think of her as a hero, too. A not-so-mild-mannered reporter by day, a healer by night. She's glad they think of her that way, but really, she doesn't think she compares to the two of them. They're incredible men, while she's just an ordinary woman trying to do good. She admires the hell out of them, and always has.
Ollie is kissing her breast, and Clark's strong hands are roaming over her body, and she's trying to hold both of them at once, to lavish both of them with kisses and caresses. It doesn't escape her attention that they're touching each other, too, and when they lift their heads from her body at the same moment and exchange a long, deep kiss, she's not surprised or taken aback or jealous, not even a little.
This is what she expected. It's what she wants. They're just three people in love with each other, beyond concerns like gender or sexual orientation or societal expectations.
They're just three people making love.
It's everything she ever imagined and more, and judging from their cries, and the way their bodies shudder as they climax, they're pretty damn happy about it, too.
Afterward she rests between them. They wound up in Ollie's king-sized bed at the JLA headquarters on the moon, but despite the wide mattress there's barely enough room for the three of them. Clark's a big, broad guy, and Ollie isn't exactly small either.
But that's okay. She likes being squeezed between them. She feels warm and content in a way she's never felt before, and she's glad they've finally taken this step together.
She nuzzles her face into Clark's neck, and then Ollie's. Their arms are crossed over her, and their entwined hands rest on top of her belly. The three of them are linked together now, tied together even more tightly than before.
They're friends, lovers, and soulmates. They mean everything to one another, and at long last, they've finally acknowledged it. Instead of breaking the triangle apart, they've embraced it. They've strengthened it.
It's the three of them against the world.
Just as it's always been... only more so.