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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.

For a moment, Steve felt like he was floating on air, no sense of weight or gravity, just the feel of her body against his, the bliss of his climax washing over him. Blinking all too slowly, he waited as her figure came back into focus, his mind lacking coherence but he found that he didn't really need it at the moment.

He moved his hands slowly, almost tiredly, still panting heavily as she slowly leaned down and let herself lie on top of him. He closed his eyes again, nuzzling against her hair and breathing in the scent of her, his arms wrapping around her frame and holding her close to him in a warm and soft embrace.

"Missed you," he whispered softly, kissing the top of her head. One hand moved up to sift through her strands, fingertips gently rubbing against her scalp. "So much... I love you so much."

Dropping soft kisses against his shoulder, she shivered at the feeling of him nuzzling into her hair. It sent tiny wonderful thrums of pleasure through her body that made her squirm a little to settle against him. Not much. Just a bit, because she didn't want him to let go. His arms around her felt perfect. Like they belonged there.

Her eyes closed again at his words, her heart clenching at the thought of missing him. She knew what it meant to miss him. And she missed him. So much it was pure agony at times. Lifting her head, she shifted a little, her body sliding up his causing him to finally slide out of her. A feeling that caused her to tremble just a little at the loss. But she had a reason for moving. Her head came to rest just high enough that she could find his eyes and take in his features quietly.

One hand rose to softly trace his lips, the line of his jaw and over the slightly stubbled plane of his cheeks. Finally, she swept his bangs back gently with a warm almost aching smile. "I have no words for how much I missed you." She didn't. She couldn't put it into words if she tried. Words just did it no justice. "I love you, too, Steve." Her hand pressed against the side of his face softly as she considered the next words carefully. "Thank you... for teaching me how to love." To love him, to love humanity, to believe in something bigger than herself and fully realize what she was meant to do. Without him, where would the world be? Where would she be?

It felt so wonderful to relax with her, to come down from that high with Diana in his arms. Felt like a dream, entirely distant and altogether unattainable for him, and yet... here he was. Alive and well, with the woman he loved, the war over a long time ago. A hundred years... a gap that now he felt like it was slowly closing up between them. He hoped so, anyway.

Letting out a gasp as she moved and he slipped out of her, he slowly blinked his eyes open, glancing up at her as she brushed her fingers across his face, returning her smile with one of his own, carrying every bit of the warmth of the feelings he had for her. It was a wonder they all fit inside of him, honestly.

Her last remark had his smile stretching to a lopsided grin, though, as sweet as it was to hear her say something like that. "Don't sound right... I'm sure you loved people before. Your mother... your sisters. Didn't you?"

The pad of her thumb slipped over his cheekbone as she frowned a bit at his return for that. Not in upset, more just thought of how to explain it in ways that he could understand. "I love my mother. The Amazons... no manner of years will ever change that. But loving them is not the same as loving humanity. They are easy to love." And she could almost taste those words she'd bit at him that day about how humanity didn't deserve any of her people.

Dark eyes found those of blue as she let her fingertips caress the shell of his ear. "Humanity looked so ugly to me. So hard to care for and protect." Shaking her head a little, she didn't really know how to define it for him. "But it's all a matter of believing." She repeated his words softly and let her eyes fall closed.

"I don't think I can explain what it is you did for me." And she didn't want to. Just like explaining what it felt like to miss him for nearly a century couldn't be contained in just words. This shouldn't be constrained either.

He listened to her quietly, a hand smoothing up and down her back in an aimless caress. He wanted to understand, even if, to some degree, he knew what she meant. Different kinds of love, was all. Steve understood, because it was much the same to him. But then, of course, to her there was another layer besides just the love she had for Steve.

His brow rose as she spoke of mankind, though in pleasant surprise more than anything. He wanted to know more, wanted to ask about all the wonderful things she had done all these years, what she had done for this world— because he knew, even if they didn't deserve her (and they didn't), that she would fight nonetheless, that she would help people and protect them, she would stand up for those who couldn't.

She was... perfect. The thought struck him as Steve realized that, in many ways, he didn't deserve her either. But he was just selfish enough that he wouldn't say a single word about that.

"I think I get it," he said finally, nodding at her. "I was... lost, too. In a different way. I didn't know how to believe anymore, but you gave that back to me. You gave me my strength back, my purpose." That, and so much more. She gave him more than he could ever put to words, and he had gone to his death knowing how much he was leaving behind, how much he was letting go, after having only just found it.

He pushed those thoughts away, clearing his throat and swallowing dryly. He was all but on the brink of crying then, so he tried to shift the topic with a playful remark, although his tone was a little shaky at first. "In all honesty, I don't know how you could think humanity was so ugly after you saw me naked, but... alright, then. If you say so."

Slowly pushing up onto an elbow she placed next to his head gently. Fingers slid through his hair as he spoke, wanting to hear what he had to say. Dark eyes slipped over his face, wanting to remember every detail as he spoke and said what he said. Her other hand moved, softly slipping over his forehead, coiling just so in his hair before skirting his hairline gently.

"I finally understood that... how much you must've felt, what you must've been through." For her it had been a single journey that destroyed all notions of moral innocence she'd grown up on. How must it have been for someone that had seen all of this from the beginning to such a horrible end? "I gave you that?" She asked the question softly, her eyes smiling for her as the corners of her lips rose just a little. Because where she would save anyone in need, to know she meant that much to him felt so much warmer deep in her chest.

She could see the emotions in those brilliant blue eyes and she had to move to kiss the corners of his eyes and brush her lips softly over his lashes to ward away any sadness that she could. Smiling as she kissed his temple, she hummed a soft sound. "You are, after all, above average, Steve. Perhaps you should worry more about how the sight of London scarred my view on humanity than you." It was more a teasing statement, her smile giving way to her warmth as she tipped her head to kiss his lips.

"I can, without hesitation, say that you are right about being above average, by the way." Not that she had really ever moved on after him. But she had seen so much in the last century. And well, even if she got her chance to fight alongside 'incredible' men like Superman or Batman, she still felt like the drive and courage in Steve was just as amazing and incredible. Still, bringing that up was more meant to carry his joke and make him smile than anything else.

He couldn't say that thought comforted him. As much as he liked having things in common now, when they had been from such very different worlds then, this wasn't the kind of thing he'd have wanted them to share. A view on the world that wasn't beautiful and nearly flawless, if naïve too— that was how he remembered Diana, then. On the other hand, he knew her ideals, as commendable as they were, were also entirely unrealistic. In that sense, he was also glad she had come to learn more about the world.

He was gladder still that it hadn't been enough for her to give up on humanity entirely.

"You did," he nodded, smiling up at her. "That, and so much more." Everything. Love, life, a purpose when he couldn't find one. As much as it had ached to part from it, to turn his back on her and keep walking as if he couldn't hear her call out to him, as if he couldn't feel her eyes burning into his back. As if that alone wouldn't have been enough for him to give up and never, ever leave her, damned the consequences, if only he had looked back once.

Now he didn't have to, though. Not for any reason.

His lips curled a little in amusement, and he let out a soft laugh at her words. "Hmm, see? I told you so," he teased, tipping his head up to nip playfully at her chin.

When he'd died, she thought for a blinding moment that there was nothing left. Everything good for one single moment was gone and blinding anger had taken over. Still, it was her memories of him that pulled her back down. Cleared her mind and made her realize... there were other people noble like that. Other humans that loved and worked so hard to do the right thing. Like Sammy, Charlie, and Chief who looked so sure they were going to die.

What would have happened if those memories of him, his words, hadn't brought her back to herself? She was ashamed she fell so far even for that short moment. And part of her hoped he never had to know or see what she'd been for that short span.

Lowering her head, she pressed her forehead to his, her eyes closing slowly. Cupping the side of his face, she just drew in his warmth, the feeling of his breath against her face and the sweetness of just having him back. "This time.. try to stay alive for me this time?" It was selfish, and she knew it. But she already knew she'd have to let him go at the end of his life again. That was hard enough to come to grips with.

Just one lifetime. Just one. Let her have at the very least that. Lifting her head, she opened her eyes again to smile at the sound of his laugh. At least her teasing statement earned her what she was aiming for. "You did." Laughing softly, she smiled with a hum at the nip to her chin. "I love you." She stole another soft kiss as she whispered those words. "I regretted every minute of our time apart... never telling you that in return."

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