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During the war, it was so rare to have a moment for themselves. Against all odds they had found one. "We have not had such a moment alone since we sailed to this land together," she observed, closing the door behind Steve. Of course, those moments alone were very different, and Diana smiled to think of them.

"So much has changed since then. I should not find any sort of joy in war, and yet without it, we might never have met."

Steve let out a soft chuckle, his head ducking a little despite himself. He'd never been too terribly flustered when it came to women, but Diana always managed to affect him in a way that no one else could, and when they were alone like this, it was like he could hear every heartbeat in his ears, every breath like it was loud enough to break through the quiet around them.

"Doesn't feel like we've had many moments at all since we got here," he said. But that was just how the war worked. To just get a moment to speak to her alone felt like a blessing in itself.

He stepped closer, reaching out to touch her fingers with his own. "I know what you mean. I... I'm very glad I got to meet you, too."

Diana closed her fingers around him more firmly. It was strange but charming how certain Steve was of himself in some situations, but not in others. They worked well together in that way.

"When Ares is defeated, peace will reign," she told him. "We will have many moments like this. And you will take me up in the sky in one of your airplanes."

True she had met him when a plane was crashing into the ocean, but the idea of flying in the sky was still fascinating to her. She wanted to try it, and she could think of no one else she wanted with her more than Steve.

Steve felt his chest clench briefly at those words. He'd never really dared to hope before. Taking part in a war, to him, meant facing each day at a time, each mission at a time, not thinking about what might happen tomorrow, knowing that there might not even be a tomorrow. He'd come to terms with the fact that he might not live long enough to see peace again, and hope was a dangerous thing.

But Diana made him want to hope. She made him want to imagine a life after this war, a day when he would get to live a life of peace and not lift a gun again, not for any reason. It was such a dangerous thing, to hope, but here he was.

"I think that can be arranged," he said softly. "I can even teach you to pilot it, if you want. It's not that difficult."

“Yes, of course!” Diana agreed with enthusiasm. “I would enjoy that.” She smiled at him, squeezing his hand. For her, there was no question that peace would come— that she would have that flying lesson with Steve.

But until then, she wanted to spend what time they could together. “Is there more you need to do tonight?”

Her genuine eagerness wasn't something he saw very often, especially as of late. It made it a little easier to ignore the fact that the end of the war was likely a long way away, and it would leave behind a lot of death and devastation. The world would never be the same. He would never be the same either, even if he survived.

"No," he shook his head, lifting his free hand to brush his fingers through her hair. "No, I... I'd just like to spend time with you."

She liked when he did that. She wanted to lean in and kiss him then. Diana did lean in closer, but did not kiss him. Not right away, at least. She kept them close, their noses brushing, watching his reaction.

She knew he would stop her if this wasn’t what he wanted. So she would only kiss him if he did not pull away.

That was fine, because the way she leaned in seemed like a sign in itself, and without thinking Steve was already leaning in the rest of the way, meeting her halfway as his lips pressed to hers. He closed his eyes and tilted his head thoughtlessly, a seamless gesture that had their mouths slotting together like two pieces that matched perfectly.

His lips felt soft and warm against hers. Gently, she curled her fingers in his hair to keep him close. It felt like they’d been leading up to this moment for a while now. She broke the kiss but kept them close, all too soon leaning in for more.

James let out a sigh into the kiss, soft and muffled. His whole body felt alight as a shiver trailed over him from head to toe, and his fingers weaved deeper into her hair, his arm curled tighter around her waist. He couldn't remember the last time that it felt this good to pull anyone so close, to hold them so near to his chest, and he wanted nothing more than for this moment to last forever.

Kissing him was wonderful. Diana liked the feel of his lips and the touch of his fingers. She only let the embrace break so they could breathe. She was much stronger than he, but Diana knew he was the only one capable of holding her in place.

He practically gasped for air when they broke the kiss. She felt so wonderful, he couldn't help but ache for more, yet he wasn't so sure what was really appropriate, or how far she wanted to go. He was more than happy to just kiss her and hold her close all night, if that was what she wanted. For one night, to pretend that there wasn't a war going on just outside this room.

She had different views of what was appropriate. So it was really more for his benefit that she asked, “Will you be staying the night?” There was only the one bed, and she remembered his reluctance before at sharing space with her as they slept.

Steve paused at the question, eyes flicking across her face. "I... well, if you want me to," he said, voice soft, cheeks getting a little warm. He thought it was obvious enough that he wanted to spend the night with her, but maybe he'd been a little too subtle.

He doubted Diana would feel offended by the forwardness, if she even thought it forward at all. But still, the least he could do was make sure that she wanted this, too.

"It's alright if you want me to go."

She wondered if it was Ares's influence that caused people to be so uncertain with their physical attention toward one another. She didn't understand the hesitance, but she would be patient and try to encourage.

"I wish you to stay," Diana assured him gently.

Steve doubted Ares had much of anything to do with it. It was just how society was, and what was deemed as appropriate or not. Things had evolved quite a lot, but there was still a long way to go.

But none of that mattered to Diana, and Steve couldn't be happier about it. Truth be told, he didn't even know if he'd outlive the war, and even if he did he still imagined that Diana would go back to her island. If all he could get was whatever little memories and moments they could get in these in-betweens, then he would take them and cherish them.

"Good," he breathed out in relief, smiling. He slid a hand across her waist, the other cupping her cheek, fingers weaving into her hair as he leaned in to kiss her.

She let out a sigh of contentment, leaning her body into his. Her lips parted for him. She knew that war would be dangerous for them, but she had no worries about how things would end. At the moment, Diana wasn't thinking of anything other than the feeling of Steve's body against hers and the touch of his fingers in her hair.

He let out a soft, surprised little hum when she parted her lips, gently dipping his tongue past them. The taste of her mouth was enough to send a shiver through him, making his heart pick up pace. Without moving away from her at all, he managed to shrug off his jacket, feeling a little more comfortable once he was down to his sweater. Taking off his boots would be a little harder without pulling away from her, but he'd deal with that issue in a moment.

She felt a shiver in her own body and smiled, daring to grip onto him a little tighter. She could feel him moving and broke away. Oh, of course, he should be comfortable if he was going to stay the night.

"Please make yourself comfortable." She took the jacket, hanging it up so it wouldn't get in the way.

Steve let out a soft sound when she pulled away from him, looking a little lost for a moment, with a hint of disappointment he couldn't hide. He let out a shuddered breath, then swallowed dryly and nodded, using the opportunity to take off his boots. After a moment's consideration, he took off his sweater too, so he was down to a more comfortable undershirt.

The pants stayed on, however. He wasn't really sure how far Diana wanted to go tonight, and it felt too presumptuous to assume.

He stood there a little awkwardly for a moment, then sat down by the edge of the bed, looking up at Diana.

She soon sat down beside him, taking his hand and threading his fingers through hers. "I may go back home, when this ends," she told him, "but I do not think I will stay. I have seen so much of this world, so much of mankind. I think I would miss it if I were away too long."

She touched his hair lightly, waiting for his smile.

He curled his fingers through hers when she spoke. He smiled at her, letting out a slow, relieved sigh, some tension in his chest he didn't even know he was holding in.

"Good," he murmured. "I mean, I... not that I want you to be away from your home. But I would miss you too. Terribly."

She edged closer to him, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth. "I do not wish to be away from them, either," she admitted, "but even more, I do not wish to be away from you, Steve Trevor."

Even in small things like sleeping. The bed had less room than the ship, but she hoped he would not protest.

He put an arm around her, hand curling around her waist to pull her close. He smiled against her lips, cheeks flushing a little, brushing his nose across her cheek and pressing a light kiss there next.

"Then don't be away from me," he said, as much an offer as it was a plea. He didn't want her going anywhere.

She agreed with a stronger kiss. Diana wrapped her arms around him again, tasting his lips, this time not wanting to let go.

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