Ken stood in the middle of his bedroom, just to the side of the bed and stared across it at the wall where the woman he knew to be Katya but who insisted on being called Kitty had just phased through and disappeared. He'd met her once before, only he hadn't had Clark Kent murmuring various comments in his head at the time. Now the alien wouldn't stop talking. It took him a moment of standing there to realize that he was stark naked and he reached for the pants he'd recently abandoned and pulled them on, both to spare Kitty the view and to appease the voice in his head. And then he went to find her.

...25 Minutes Prior...

Clark suddenly became aware that he was no longer in his own body. He was in that other man's. The mortal. Ken, his name was. And Ken was tying a young dark haired woman that he had never seen before to the headboard of his bed. He observed quietly for a time, not ignorant to what was happening, but not wanting to actively make himself known just yet either. It would be rude to interrupt his host to announce his arrival and he didn't want to startle him. Ken, however, seemed to be doing a marvelous job of that all on his own. Clark smirked, amused when the young woman's face registered shock at the tightness of her bindings. So. He had his strength. That was something he hadn't had before. That could come in handy.

Ken noticed the look of surprise on Katya's face when he tightened the ties on her wrists. "Too tight?" he asked, but she shook her head so he finished binding her and leaned down to kiss her. She returned his kiss and he began to undo the buttons on her nightshirt, taking his time, going slowly so as to give her a taste of her own teasing medicine. When it was open, he leaned down and planted a row of kisses from her sternum down to her belly button. He left her shirt open, exposing her breasts and slid his hand up over them, squeezing gently--or what he thought was gently--and frowning when she gasped with the pain of his grip. "Everything okay?" She nodded again and he assumed that perhaps she just had tender breasts for one reason or another.

There was that wince of pain again, Clark observed, if he wasn't careful the mortal could seriously hurt the young woman. Clark didn't want that, but he also thought it might be worse to announce himself now than to wait until it was all over. If it got out of hand, he would say something, but not until he felt the woman was in mortal peril. She was an attractive thing with dark hair like Lois. He wondered idly where Lois was and if she was inhabiting someone else's body herself. He would make it a point to try to find her once he negotiated with the human.

Spending time worshiping Katya's body with kisses and small bites and wandering hands, Ken worked the both of them up into a frenzy. She was panting and whimpering and though she didn't say as much, he knew she was ready for him. He shed his pajamas, letting them pool on the floor at his feet before he climbed onto the bed and hovered over her. He pressed forward slowly, allowing her the time she needed to adjust to his girth, but once he felt she was truly relaxed and ready, he surged forward, thrusting hard. A bit too hard, as it turned out.

Clark was just as surprised as Ken when the woman he'd moments before been making love to had somehow become lodged in the mattress. There had been a look of panic and then she'd just...been swallowed up by the bed. Ken's surprise, however, was more alarm than Clark's interest and it kicked his adrenaline up. He pushed himself away from her, but in doing so, found himself pressed to the ceiling. He was spread eagle, mashed against the ceiling, completely naked. Clark almost laughed. Flight, too? That was spectacular.

Ken stared at Katya, a look of complete horror on his face. She was still lodged in his bed and he was stuck to the ceiling with no idea how to get down or how to get her out of his mattress. But the more he stared at her, the more he became aware that he could see her through the bed. And what's more, even from this distance, he could see beads of sweat on her brow and the finest hairs on her arms, he couldn't recall ever having vision that sharp, nevermind the ability to see through things.

Superman was beyond thrilled by the fact that his super sight was intact. He would have clapped his hands if he wasn't still trying to keep his presence unknown. But the longer they remained stuck to the ceiling, the less sure he became that he shouldn't announce himself. Finally he decided to speak up, "Just fly back down to the ground, Kenneth."

He was so startled by the voice in his head, that his concentration was completely broken and he fell from his place against the celing of his bedroom and landed flat on his face on the hardwood floor. He groaned in pain and rolled over onto his back to try to catch the breath that had been knocked out of him.

"Not invulnerable then," Clark said. "We'll just have to be careful."

"Fuck. You." Ken said out loud to the voice in his head. Excuse me? came the voice from his bed and he winced. Shit. "Not you," he said quickly and then pushed up onto his hands and knees, then used the footboard of his bed to try to pull himself up. But his strength splintered the wood and he went over backward again. He swore several times before he got to his feet and looked at his girlfriend. "I'm sorry, baby," he began, moving toward the bed, "I don't know what's going on." He probably mirrored the panic in her face back at her, because as he moved forward to try to help her out of the bed, she began to back up, and back up quickly. All the way through the bed and the wall into the living room on the other side.

"Katya?"

"My guess, " Clark said, "is that's not your Katya."

Ken sighed. "Kitty."