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She paid attention to his touch, how he managed to puzzle it out while also taking his time to touch her in ways that made her shiver. A smile pulled at her lips even against his and she almost laughed as she felt the straps fall off of her shoulders. She had no intentions of rushing him, rather, she wanted to take some time. If anything to just feel him and reacquaint his form to her hands.

Nipping at his lower lip, Diana drew her nails over the skin of his abdomen softly before pressing her palms to his stomach and pushing his shirt up his body. Pulling away from his lips she felt the release of the bra and couldn't help giving him a half smile before removing her hands from under his shirt to let him pull the bra off. Leaning in closer, she pressed a kiss to his brow then nuzzled against the hairline.

"I think you're over dressed." Her voice came out a soft sort of tease before she leaned back to run her eyes over him. She never could pinpoint any one feature she loved most about him, except perhaps the vibrant blue of his eyes. They reminded her of home twice over and made her heart beat faster with how they traveled over her skin like they did now. "Would you mind?" Her eyes lit up with teasing as one set of fingertips tugged at the hem of his shirt even as the other slid her bra off the bed away from them.

He couldn't simply pick one feature of hers that he liked more. He loved everything about her, virtues and flaws alike, and while he liked to think it wouldn't have mattered to him even if she weren't the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, still he couldn't find a single thing with her body that wasn't absolute perfection. A work or art made by gods themselves— that had never been as appropriate a thought as right now.

Completely distracted by having her bare in his lap, he looked up with near surprise when she spoke up, but complied easily and quickly enough. Grabbing at the hem of his own shirt, he tugged it up his torso, taking it off and tossing it to the floor with no care as to where it landed.

His hands settled on her sides and he leaned in, mouthing down her neck and along her collarbone, fingertips brushing and drawing smooth lines up her torso and back. There was no rush now, and no weight of war on their shoulders or their minds. They had all the time in the world to explore each other, to relearn what they both felt like, to memorise every curve of their bodies, every patch of skin. Steve sure planned on taking his time.

The look of surprise made her smile. Where she normally didn't fall care for the attention to her looks, she liked seeing Steve look at her that way. All that mattered was that it was him. However, she couldn't say she was much better as she watched Steve pull his shirt off and throw it aside. Dark eyes ran over his shoulders and chest down to his stomach and a sudden smile pulled at her lips. Steve once described himself as 'above average'. At the time that meant so little to her. Now she understood what he meant at the time even if Diana considered that as a bit of an understatement.

Though, her thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind when his hands moved to her sides. A breath left her in a rush as his lips pressed against her neck and gods, it felt amazing. A light sound escaped her as his fingers traveled over her back, her spine arching under them. "Steve..."

Shivering, her hands trailed over his arms, along the biceps and curled over his shoulders. Leaning into him, she pressed her lips to his hairline before nuzzling into the soft strands. Part of her wanted to push him to go faster. To speed things up and just feel everything all at once again. But at the same time she liked this. The slow progression of relearning him and how he felt against her. Or how he made her heart flutter just by being so close to Steve.

Pressing closer, Diana made sure her chest pressed to his as her thighs clenched about his hip with that sudden rush that came with the contact. Wrapping her arms about him, her fingertips pressed into his shoulders and back as she took her time to roll her hips languidly against his lap.

Her skin tasted like a dream, and he let out a low hum as he mouthed down her neck, tongue pressing and lapping at the warm flesh. He nipped lightly and sucked a little, but never hard enough to leave a mark— not that he thought it'd linger for that long on her skin, even if he managed to do it.

His lips broke from her skin with an audible gasp when she pressed closer and rolled her hips against him. In his sitting position, though, he couldn't move back against her like he wanted to, which was admittedly frustrating. So, kissing at her shoulder softly, he moved his hands down to her waist to lift her up just enough that he could fold his legs and sit on his knees instead, not wanting her to move too far. He figured she'd catch on to what he was trying to do easily enough.

He tugged her closer again and back into his lap right after, one hand curling on her hip while the other trailed farther up her side. He tipped his head up and kissed her lips softly, as he reached her chest and cupped her breast, thumb swiping slowly across her nipple.

A soft mewling sound left her as she pressed a hand up his spine to cup the back of his neck. Each little attention to her neck felt a little like fire dancing over the skin or the quiet tingle of electricity. It felt more than amazing even if she had hoped he would be a little rougher and leave those marks. Not that she would complain, just having him touch her again was more than she ever thought she’d have. And there was actually time for other things later. That thought alone made something quiver with excitement inside. This wasn’t a onetime thing like before.

Turning her head, she nipped at his ear as he pulled away from her skin. The soft notion of a smile pulled at her lips as she started to kiss just behind his ear, biting lightly at the skin of his neck just under it. Releasing the skin as he lifted her, she took a stumbling breath and slowly realized what he was trying to do. Pressing one more kiss to his temple, she pushed up from his lap and shifted with his movements so he could rearrange his legs. It crossed her mind she should shed the rest of her clothes, but before she could, he pulled her back to him again.

And all the coherent thought left her with the trailing of his hands and the press of his lips. Leaning into the kiss, she kept it soft and slow until his hands found her breasts. Gasping against his lips, she couldn’t help but press closer to him. Another sweet sound got lost against his lips as she rolled against him again, just wanting as much contact as she could get from him right then. She needed him. She needed him so badly right then and she couldn’t truly define how other than saying in every way she could have him.

She could leave all the marks she wanted on his skin. He may have been brought back from the dead, granted, but he was still very much human, and his skin would bear marks and take its time to heal. And these kinds of marks, he definitely didn't mind having, something she likely could tell by the way he gasped softly at the bite to that spot behind his ear.

He really couldn't bring himself to put the necessary distance between them to take off the rest of their clothes. They'd have to eventually, but right now he wanted nothing more than this closeness between them, to feel her warm, solid body against his, her weight all too present on his lap. His fingertips brushed over her nipple again, catching the hardened nub lightly between his fingers, toying with it, as if testing for a reaction.

His other hand moved lower, touching her bare leg, then snaking up her thigh, the fabric of her skirt hiking up to her waist in the process. He found only a flimsy piece of underwear as he cupped her backside, which was as surprising as the bra itself had been— but a very nice kind of surprising. He moaned softly into the kiss, his hips lifting upwards so he pressed himself more solidly between her legs.

One thing she did notice different about him was the lack of scars from before. Likely from the war and whatever things he must have been through in his life. And where part of her felt a little bit of loss for those, she also figured such a small price for having him back was worth it. Every touch and caress was so worth every trial she faced to get him here. Even having the chance to talk with him again was more than she ever had hope for.

Because she didn't even have the solace of knowing she could join him again in death because aside from being killed, she would not know death. And maybe it was that thought that pushed her to move a little more insistently as she deepened the kiss and licked into his mouth, tasting him and tracing the lines of his mouth as her hands moved to cup his face in her hands.

Sucking on his tongue softly, she released it with a sudden gasp as his hands played with her nipples, taking a moment just to let the ripple of delight that coursed through her before pressing back against his lips and kissing him again, teeth catching at his lips. When his other hand pushed up her skirt to cup the curve of her rear, the muscle tightened with tension before relaxing with a delicate shiver under his hand. Pushing her fingers into his hair, she tangled it there tight and firm with the press of his body into hers.

The kiss broke this time, Diana gasping out a breathless sound while trying to press back into him with pure need. Trying to catch her breath, she dropped her head down to his shoulder a moment and moaned softly as her hips ground languidly against him.

The complete lack of marks was something that hadn't quite sank in yet, for Steve. He'd take a while to get used to that, to looking at himself in the mirror and seeing flawless and unmarred skin, as if he hadn't been battered, burnt, cut and shot at a multitude of times. As if he hadn't lived through a war— and died in one, too. He wasn't quite sure yet whether he liked that or not, but one way or the other, he got to be alive and with Diana again, so everything else paled in comparison. Nothing was as important as this— as her.

He let out a breathless groan when she gripped his hair tight, closing his eyes a moment as he wetted his parted lips. The way she moved against him was slowly driving him mad with desire, and closer to the brink of impatience, of wanting more yet not wanting to wait or drag the moment for even longer.

They could take their time, it was true. But that only meant that they didn't need to take their time right now, when they'd have plenty of opportunity for that later.

One hand catching at her waist, he flipped them around on the bed, so that Diana was lying on her back, his hips slotted between her legs. His elbow sank to the mattress next to her, while his other hand curled around her thigh, hoisting it up as he started to move at a slow but present pace, the bulge in his trousers pressed hard against her with each firm roll of his hips, a moan spilled against the curve of her neck. "God, Diana... I want you."

Her body tensed on impulse when she felt that push to her body and the beginnings of her position shifting. The first reaction was the resist, but quickly after her muscles relaxed and her body rolled with his urging. Because even of instinct told her it was a disadvantage, her dark eyes found his and all of that seemed to ease. He made her feel safe. Like the world was finally set right on its axis yet again.

And when he pushed her down into the mattress, she couldn't stop her back from arching and a soft sound escaping from her lips. Breathing in deeply, she kept her gaze on his faze, already dark eyes almost black as her pupils dilated. The muscles of her thighs flexed, hardening under his touch before melting with the push and pull of molding into his form as he rocked into her.

Dropping her head back, she cried out lowly, her lashes fluttering down to dust her cheeks. Lifting up to meet him, she wrapped her arms about him, nails and fingertips digging into his shoulders. "Then you should not hold back." Diana's words were low, filled with promise and invitation as she turned her head to kiss along his jaw, only to nip at it just below the ear. "I am already yours." As he was hers.

Steve was very easy and pliant to her touches and shifts, as she would find out with very little effort. He gave into a sudden urge that overtook him just then, but if she wanted to take the reins and lead, he was all too happy to go along— as always. If anything the thought of her taking the lead excited him quite a lot.

For now, though, he was glad for the freedom to move that this position allowed. Moaning softly as she arched her body to meet his with each slow roll of his hips. She was already his— it was almost crazy to know that it was true, that she meant it. And he, of course, belonged to her. He always had. He'd go so far as to say that went all the way back to when she'd pulled him out of that airplane.

Pressing his hips down and lingering for a few good seconds, he finally pulled away, biting back a whine of complaint at the distance put between them. It was necessary, at least for a little while. He dropped his hands to his own waist and quickly undid his trousers, struggling with the fabric for a moment before he managed to tug them and his underwear down and past his hips, then off his legs entirely, tossing both items across the floor.

Diana could do no more than writhe as he pressed into her like that. Eyes closing, she tipped her head back as she reveled in that feeling of his body pressed so intimately against her own. When he moved away, she couldn't stop the sound of exasperation and loss as Steve pulled away. It took her a moment for her mind to clear of the insistent heat so she could look up to see what he was doing.

Her eyes drifted slowly down the line of Steve's body, she felt that heat only stir more desire with in. Sliding her hands over his back, she smiled a little as she rounded the curve of his now bare rear to teasingly squeeze the muscles under them. "Now the question is, would you like for me to remove the rest of my clothing or would you like that honor."

As she asked that last question, her hands drew up his sides, fingers pressing softly into the lines of muscle and tracing his ribs softly. Curling around, she pushed over his chest only to cup the sides of his neck so her thumbs could trace along his jaw. "Tell me, Steve?"

Diana's hands on him were as distracting as he remembered them being, and he sucked in a sharp breath as she squeezed the flesh of his backside, muscles tensing underneath the touch. He was hard already, unsurprisingly so, and as he leaned forward to hover above her frame, his erection brushed against her inner thigh, making him gasp softly.

Closing his eyes a moment, he took a slow breath, and leaning down to steal a soft kiss from her lips, he took no time at all to make up his mind on those options she presented. Leaning away again and sitting back on his heels, he dropped his hands to her waist, searching for any clasp on her skirt and finding the zipper instead. He tugged it down easily, then peeled the piece of clothing down her legs, until she was only wearing her panties.

He took a moment to just watch her then, inhaling deeply through parted lips, his hands sliding up her legs. She'd never cease to take his breath away. Hooking his index fingers on the elastic of her underwear, he tugged it down and past her hips, practically holding his breath in anticipation until he had her completely naked on the bed.

Huffing a soft laugh of delight as he moved his hands to the last of her clothes, she lifted a brow and watched him, dark eyes shining with a depth of happiness. She loved him. Loved him so much that it felt like she'd been living with a hole in her life for over ninety years. And for the first time in all that time, she felt whole again. Like just being with him in the same room and knowing he was near, alive, and breathing still took her own breath away.

Lashes lowered a little as he pulled the skirt off, her legs moving just enough to help kick away the fabric before sinking into the mattress a little so she could see as much of his body as she could as he finally slipped his fingertips into the material of her underwear. Gasping as he got rid of that finally, she could just feel the coiling heat in her stomach as she shifted to help him remove that last bit of clothing.

Lifting a leg, she drew her knee along his hip before curling her calf about his lower back. The heel pressed down against him dragging Steve completely down on top of her so she could feel his hardened length press to the now damp folds between her legs. Arching up into him, she hummed a needy moan as the motion made him press closer so he slid over more sensitive flesh. Diana couldn't help but echo the words he said before... "I want you, Steve."

Steve didn't have quite enough time to really take in the sight of her before that leg was moving to curl around his waist. He welcomed the touch, of course, and he was about ready to shift closer when she gave him a single but sure tug and managed to pull him down on top of her.

She was much stronger than him, obviously, so he went down with negligible effort on her end, a huff slipping past his lips. He would have laughed if not for the fact that the swift move and the sinking of his weight on top of hers had his length pressing up directly against her folds. When his lips parted, he let out a moan instead, eyes closing as he propped his weight with his elbows to both sides of her head, his hips rolling so his cock slid along her slit in one slow dragging motion.

"Oh, God," he gasped, the single contact making him feel almost as if he had been alive for all these ninety years without getting to feel her touch or her presence against him. He didn't want to delay the moment any further, and when she arched up to meet him, he couldn't even think before he was reaching down with one hand, guiding his cock so the head pressed against her opening, and he slowly but steadily pushed inside.

Being this close, having him with her, it set nerves on fire and drew up desires and longing she thought she'd done a sufficient job burying. When Diana considered the moment he would finally wake up, she honestly hadn't considered things going here. Though, she should have. To be this close again with nothing pulling them apart and no one vying for their attention...

Over ninety years. All the long agonizing years of learning this world and what war time and peace time looked like. Everyday wishing she could have learned it with him. Just him. One hand left the line of his back to slide into over his cheek and into his hair once more. Her fingers curled in the soft hair as she mewled out a soft sound as he moved against her sliding so close to what she wanted, but not quite.

Breathless, she clutched at him, careful not to pull too hard, but it wasn't necessarily gentle either. "Steve..." Gasping out, she felt like she couldn't breathe when he finally slid inside. She knew well enough she was wet with wanting him, but she still felt tight. So much like that first time and yet different. And it felt so utterly amazing either way.

Her other leg slipped up his side, her thighs pressing to his waist before using her calves to pull him closer and into her completely. "Ah!" The sharp but soft sound accompanied the press of her hips up into him, rolling in a lingering motion against him. Dropping her head back on the mattress, she tried to catch her breath as her eyes fell closed, dark lashes brushing the soft curve of her flushed cheeks.

Steve was fairly sure that all his coherent thoughts were gone and well in the distance by now. Merely being close enough to share her breath would suffice to make his mind spin, and feeling her warm body pressed against her was all but maddening. When he finally pushed into her, a feeling of pure bliss washed over him, making his very blood sing and his heart practically burst from his chest.

He loved her. So much so that he could just burst with the intensity of it. To have her again, to feel her hot and pliant and open, eager and urging him so intensely, nearly set his skin ablaze. He moaned louder and more sharply when Diana curled her legs tighter around him and pulled him in deeper, thighs tensing as he arched his body and pushed his hips harder and more firmly against her.

Tipping his head, he mouthed along her neck, warm and distracted and a little rushed as he set up a pace. Slow and smooth at first, but it wasn't long until Steve felt the need for more, to feel the sweet friction that came with feeling her so tight yet so smooth around him. Her body welcomed his as if they had been made for each other— the thought alone had his heart singing and dancing in his chest.

When he pressed harder into her, she couldn't breathe. It felt as though he pushed all of the oxygen from her lungs and left her gasping for something... But she only wanted him to not stop. Don't ever stop. Mewling out her pleasure at feeling him inside, her body ached and tightened about him each time he pushed in so deep. Nothing... nothing felt like this. No one.

It felt like so much, too much, and not enough all at the same time. Gods, how did she live so long without him? One hand found the back of his neck to pull him closer, her lips taking him in a hungry kiss as she licked into his mouth to claim it. Not that it stopped the moans from slipping into his mouth or each tiny sound as her hips rolled up into his, her legs tightening about his waist to add to each deep thrust.

The love she kept held tight to her heart felt like it might catch fire and burn them both up. It consumed her and how she needed him like this. All those silly cliches she'd learned since she became part of this world made glaring sense now as he seemed to literally disappear into her own being. Like one person. Breaking the kiss, she cried out softly a sound that sounded like his name.

Everything just felt to be consumed in a fiery heat or liquid fire coursing through her veins. All because it was him.

He melted into the kiss willingly, lips parting as he let his tongue brush against hers, overwhelmed by how intensely she kissed him, and the way it coupled with how her body felt against his. It was enough to drive him faster out of his mind, but he tried to breathe deeply and keep himself in control, wanting to draw out the moment even if only for a few seconds longer.

Breaking the kiss only so he could breathe, he propped one hand up on the mattress next to her, arching his body so he could keep pushing deep into her. The muscles down his back and legs tensed as he set up a calm but steady pace, each time burying himself as deep as he could, feeling nothing but sheer bliss at how wonderfully tight and warm she felt, how there wasn't a single part of her that didn't welcome him completely.

That thought alone would be enough to drive him over the edge eventually. Free hand sliding down to her hip and thigh, his gaze lingered on her face, looking every bit as fascinated by her as he felt, his heart thumping wildly in his chest as he traced every line of her face, committing to memory each and every shift of her expression as it twisted in sheer pleasure while they made love.

Breathing in sharply, she tipped her head just enough to meet his gaze and just meeting his eyes sent a tremor down her spine. A soft breath moan left her lips before she managed to soften her movements enough so that her fingertips slipped over his cheek sweetly before smoothing his hair back. Her fingers almost trembled with the desire to just grab onto him make him hers again and again.

Which was likely why she slipped her legs lower, bracketing his hips before easily flipping them over on the bed and pressing him into the mattress. Moaning lowly, she pressed her hands over his chest and and over his stomach as she sat up more, all the while using her weight to press him in deeper. Shivering, her back arched at the feeling. Fingers curled against his stomach, nails scraping his skin as she started to move again.

"Touch me." Her voice was nearly a purr as she started to ride him, rising and falling almost in a perfect languid rhythm, her thighs tightening and flexing with the motions against his sides.

Steve only had time to take an audible breath, then let out a faint gasp as she flipped them around on the bed. Surprise mingled with a trace of amusement, but before he could laugh or even smile, she was sinking down even lower on him, and his lips parted in a moan as he felt his cock bury in deeper than before, head falling back and eyes rolling in their sockets.

"Diana!" Her name left him in a loud cry, his breath stuttering audibly in a near plea, his hips lifting off the bed and pushing up against her. The move caught him a little by surprise, admittedly, but it was far too exciting to have her on top of him, riding him and taking her own pleasure the way she wanted it, and he quickly adapted to the position, following her lead and her instruction without needing any prompting.

Hands clinging tight to her hips for a moment, he slid them up her sides, rounding her shoulders then moving down until he was cupping her breasts. Fingers caught her hard nipples briefly, pinching lightly before he smoothed over them with his thumbs, one hand finally trailing lower to where their bodies met. His eyes never left her in the meantime, mesmerized by the sight of her moving fluidly on top of him, moaning breathlessly as he both felt and saw his cock disappear past her folds and into her.

Tossing her head back lightly, she moved one hand away from the plane of his stomach to sweep her hand back over her shoulders. The long dark waves nearly brushed over the line of his thighs as she leaned back further, that hand smoothing down his thigh to just above his knee. Leaving it there, she braced herself, eyes closed and the elegant curve of her body bare for him.

In a way, she wanted his eyes on her. Wanted him to see what he did to her. The way her nipples hardened under his touch or the tautness of the muscles in her stomach as the tightened and shivered from each rise and fall of her body on to him. She could get lost in him. Have all of her senses blown away until there was only the electric heat on him humming through her veins.

Her lips parted in a gasp as she moved a little faster, coming down a little harder, feeling every inch of him burying into the tight heat. Each time he pushed in deep her body tightened about him forcing a cry out of her lips as she moved anyway. It felt so good. Steve felt so good. And it had be so long. It was hard to hold on and not just tip over the edge. She was so close. The fluttering of inner muscles about him warned her that she wouldn't last much longer... not through this. Not with him.

The sight alone overwhelmed him, and Steve could practically feel himself burn from head to toe as she leaned back just so, her body all but on display for him. He cried softly, feeling his neck and face heat up with a deep fluster that was impossible to hide. Not that he minded this in the least, but... well, he was still a man from the past century, and some things were still bound to catch him by surprise, and to embarrass him a little too.

Far be it from him to mind, though. And as he felt her tighter around him, moving at a gradually faster and more erratic pace, he dropped his hand lower still, intent on helping push her over the edge. The fact that he had been with at least a few women before Diana helped him in knowing the female body well enough, but Diana also hadn't shied away from showing him the one spot where she liked being touched (a lot, actually, as he remembered it), so he brushed his thumb down the line of her groin, carefully drawing her folds aside and finding that exact spot, right above where their bodies met.

He drew his thumb in a slow, testing circle, getting used to the motion, then set up a gentle but insistent pace, hips raising in tandem with the motions of her own body, eager to push her over the edge— and follow right after her, himself.

Straightening just a little when he cried out, her eyes peered through heavy lashes to slowly trace his face and take in that flushed skin. He looked good like that. Open and taken in by her. She loved all the different ways he looked at her. It sent a shiver down her spine that had her cry out as her inner muscles flutter and tightened about him.

But then his hand moved, drifting closer to that one spot that made her ache in all the best ways. The feeling of him slipping past the heated skin drew a mewl from her that broke into a low moan the first time he circled it.

But then he became more sure and each shift and motion of his fingers had her gasping and crying out him name. Her hips rolled, half wanting to take him in and partly wanting to press into his hand harder. The heat built up so sharply, she felt it crescendo in blinding white behind her eyelids. Hitting that peak of pleasure washed all coherent thought away other than those of him as she bent over his torso, her inner walls tightening about him over and over. "STEVE!"

He felt her whole posture and rhythm shift with the first few strokes of his thumb, and drawing in a sharp breath, he gasped suddenly, muscles of his stomach tensing as he arched his back and lifted his hips up, trying to keep up with her pace. He kept moving his thumb fast but with precision, careful not to hurt her but wanting to push her to her climax as fast as possible.

And once she tipped over the edge, crying out his name in pure ecstasy, Steve couldn't help but follow after. Moaning loudly, the way she clenched impossibly tighter around him was all it took for him to lose all semblance of control, and letting his head fall back on the bed again, he finally came.

Moving his hands to hold her hips, he kept his own thrusts hard and fast, a little more so now as he rode out his own climax, spilling into her and filling her up with each deep thrust that had him burying inside her. Felt like pure bliss, and each time her tight muscles milked him of everything he had to give her, until he was a soft boneless mass on the bed, chest heaving as he breathed in shallow and audible pants.

Bowing her back slightly, she slipped her hands up his stomach and splayed over his chest as she made her self continue to move on him. She could feel his orgasm and only added to that moment by not stopping. The motions were slower, a bit shallower if only because she wanted to feel him fill her and draw out his pleasure as well as her own.

Lowering her head, she placed her forehead softly on his sternum before taking a halted breath. She only stopped when she could feel him softened inside her, even though her inner walls still fluttered and tightened less often, slowly dropping her off the high of ecstasy. Closing her eyes, she finally sank completely down onto his chest, her hair spilling over her shoulders to slip over his skin as she placed her to one.

It took a moment to gather her thoughts and focus, not that she tried so hard to do so. Rather, she felt content to just bask in the aftermath of how he made her feel. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she felt his own rapid pulse beneath her, so alive... so there. She thought for so long, she would never be allowed to have this ever again. And that thought made her bury her face into his neck and hold him close.

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