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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.

Her breath caught in her lungs. She slid her leg over, pulling them flush against each other. She only read about this before, but she knew how they could fit together. Their mouths already fit together so well.

Her hands continued to move to pull his shirt off. She wanted to feel his body bared against her.

He broke the kiss, albeit reluctantly, just so he could help her get rid of his shirt. She'd already seen him naked and there were no new marks or scars to the ones he'd already had then, and he reached behind her eagerly to undo the leather laces keeping her armor in place, wanting just as badly to feel her body pressed against his own.

For an Amazon to remove her armor, especially in a time of battle, was nearly unthinkable. Yet Diana helped Steve with the laces and straps that held the pieces together. Bit by bit they clattered to the floor until she was fully exposed to him.

A bit of her arousal was showing in her perked nipples and more still was wet between her legs. Diana waited with her hands on his shoulders for him to study her as she once studied him.

Steve was really glad she didn't mind parting with her armor right now. He wanted to see her bare body, wanted to feel her pressed close to him with nothing between them, and the armor would've just felt awkward to him.

He sucked in a slow breath as he coaxed her to lie back on the bed, his eyes roaming her figure. His hand followed the same path, tracing the curve of a breast, drawing along her waist and hip, fingers slipping between her thighs as he leaned down to kiss her.

"You're so beautiful."

She felt at ease under his gaze, her body hot despite the loss of clothing. When she did tremble, it was only from the way his touch felt on her bare skin. Diana's body reacted at once to the touch of his fingers between her legs.

"As are you," she returned, her own hands sliding along his chest to his hips. She worked on undoing his trousers so he could be just as bare.

Those trousers were coming off as quickly as he could possibly manage right now. As soon as she undid the first button, he reached down to help her along. It took a little while of shifting around and wiggling, but finally he was relieved to shove the rest of his clothes off and out of the way.

His hand moved back to Diana's waist, tracing a path up to her shoulder, slowly back down to cup one of her breasts.

"Steve." His name was a soft gasp on her lips. Her hands took advantage of the reveal of his skin, feeling his thighs and buttocks and touching between his legs. She imagined his stiff member going inside her and gasped again.

Diana slowly ran her hand up the length of him. "Above average?" she teased.

A shudder ran through him, and he let out a soft groan, his fingers curling tighter than intended and groping her breast more so than gently cupping it.

Then his gaze flickered up at the question, meeting her eyes with a faint fluster on his face. "Ah... yes," he bit on his lower lip, smiling sheepishly. "It's not... I mean-- what do you think?"

About him, or this, or... anything, really. He just wanted to know what was going through her mind.

She didn't mind the grope at all. In fact, her nipple perked up, eager for more.

Diana smiled up at him, lifting her hand to brush across his cheek. "I think it does not matter. I want this from you and no other."

Steve smiled at her. She didn't seem disappointed by it at least, although admittedly she had no way to draw a comparison. Still, the answer was more than enough for him, and he was sure that he could manage to make her feel good.

Leaning in, he kissed her deeply again. His fingers caught her nipple again, thumb flicking over the tip and pinching lightly, while he shifted so he could slide his other hand lower down her front, slipping his fingers between her thighs and coaxing her to part her legs wider for him.

She let out a soft gasp. She experimented with her body, but didn't expect to feel so sensitive. Steve's touch was the difference.

Diana parted her legs, hand moving slowly up and down the length of him as her wet folds waited for his fingers.

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