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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.

Steve returned the kiss all too gladly, both arms wrapping around her as he tried to coax her to climb up on the bed with him. There was only one pillow but it seemed big enough for the two of them, and he tried to get both their heads resting on it.

Diana felt him move them and complied, stretching out next to him. Feeling his body this way was exciting. Her hands left his hair and trailed along his shoulders, sliding down his chest and back up again.

He let out a pleased sigh when he felt her hands roaming his chest and arms, his own arm curling a little tighter around her. His hand moved up to weave his fingers through her hair, slipping back down to trace a path along her neck and down her spine, stopping near the small of her back.

She shivered again, pressing as close to him as she could. It was hard to imagine that she would ever get tired of this. Even the idea of sleeping was unthinkable at the moment. Diana sighed when their lips parted, pressing her fingers against Steve's chest to feel his heart beating.

It felt as rapid as her own.

The kiss broke and he let out a soft, shuddered sigh, his eyes remaining closed as she slid a hand down to his chest. He opened his eyes to find her looking into his own and he smiled at her, reaching up again to brush his fingers through her hair.

"What is it?"

"Nothing," Diana assured him, closing her eyes contently. "This is perfect. She could easily sleep with their arms around each other, but she was too awake to really think of that at the moment.

Instead, she was kissing him again and pressing as close as she could.

Steve let out a sigh as Diana kissed him again, humming eagerly, his lips parting to deepen the contact again. His hand curled into her hair, dragged down her spine, and held her as close to him as he could manage.

Probably too close, considering what all the kissing and the proximity between them was doing to his body, but he just pretended nothing was happening in his trousers and hopefully she wouldn't ask either.

She knew about physical intimacy, but this was so different. Being with someone you cared for made it so. Diana tasted Steve's mouth, her hands combing through his hair and weaving down his chest again.

Of course she could feel what was happening in his trousers. She didn't pull away from it, but she didn't bring attention to it, either. If it was making Steve uncomfortable, surely he would say so.

As long as she didn't try to touch any lower, he'd be fine. He could stand the mild discomfort for the sake of having her close to him, and he happily continued with the kissing, only breaking away so he could take a decent breath, nuzzling gently against the curve of her neck as he cleared his throat.

She'd already seen it when she stumbled upon him naked. And as they were now, she was aware of how that part of him would fit so well between her legs. Diana's hand hesitated. Steve was always very clear on his boundaries. If he didn't want this, he would surely say so.

Still, she worried. "Is this too much?"

"No," he rushed to answer, catching her hand and pressing to his chest. "No, that's not it. I just..."

He let out a shuddered sigh, licking his lips, and offering her a smile when he looked at her again. "I don't want you to feel like... we have to do anything. Anything more, that is. I'm-- alright with just sleeping together."

"Steve." She smiled, squeezing his hand gently in her own. "I would desire physical intimacy with you no matter what. Tonight, tomorrow, whenever you wish it."

Diana made sure they were eye-to-eye as she went on. "Or if you do not, I'll be all right."

Steve let out a breath at that, relieved. The answer was all he could want to hear, and he leaned in for another kiss, slow and passionate, as he released her hand and rested his own on her hip.

"I want it," he assured her, murmuring against her lips as he stole kiss after kiss. His hand slipped lower, mapping a tentative path down to her thigh. "I want it tonight. I don't want to wait."

Not when neither of them could know if there would even be a 'tomorrow'.

There was always the risk of losing life, but Diana didn't want to think of Steve as a possible loss. Certainly not tonight when he felt alive and warm in her arms.

She was more bold in her touch than he, sliding her fingers under his shirt to feel his bare back and caress around to his stomach.

Steve shivered from heat to toe at her touch, but didn't utter a word of complaint. His fingers squeezed her leg, and he pulled it up slightly, trying to drape it over his side to coax her closer to him.

He was already aroused, the bulge in his trousers impossible to ignore, and he wanted just a bit of friction to ease that ache that had built, the ache that was only fueled by her hand roaming across his stomach and back.

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