She more than lived up to it, really. After the novelty that had been the modern shower, Steve had happily jumped back into bed with Diana, and... well, suffice to say she exhausted him to his last bit of energy and then some. He couldn't even remember the last time he felt this worn out, but it was a happy and blissful feeling too, for a change. Steve had fallen sleep nearly the instant they had tuckered in for the night and he'd closed his eyes, a deep and dreamless kind of sleep like he couldn't remember having in years.
Not even the soft chime stirred his sleep, though it should, if nothing else for being a completely strange and foreign sound to him. He was too tired to even make note of it, and even as Diana moved softly beside him, his mind was clearly reluctant to be pulled from its state of deep peaceful rest.
But then she started planting soft little kisses on him, and while it might not have been his intention, that alone was enough to pull him gently towards the surface. His breath shifted into something not quite so slow or silent first, then he let out a soft sigh, and eventually, after a while of debating whether he should just tug her close and get her to fall back asleep, he cracked his eyes open a hint.
Not that he saw much of anything, just the blur of her silhouette before he closed them again. His voice was a low, drawn-out mumble, as he curled his arm around her and shifted close. "Don't tell me you're ready for another round..." Because, as she could likely tell, he was not.
Watching him slowly wake up made her stop a moment even after she kissed the corner of his lips lightly. Leaning back, she watched his eyes open just a bit, instantly noting that beautiful sliver of blue that looked even more vivid against his dark lashes. It was almost a shame when he closed them again, but she understood why. She truly had worn him out.
Something Diana just might have been a little proud over if the slight pull at one corner of her lips gave anything away about her feelings on the matter.
When he finally spoke, she huffed a soft laugh and this time she purposely kissed his lips in a brief brush of contact. "No. You need to rest. You just look... lovely right now." Like a work of art in her mind. Humming softly, she finally reached over him to grab her phone off of the bedside table then settled back into the pillows. For a moment, she dropped the device on the mattress beside her so she could coerce and pull Steve into her arms until his head came to rest on her chest.
A set of nimble fingers threaded through his hair gently, the fingernails lovingly trailing over his scalp. "I'm sorry I woke you." That hand stayed in his hair, sometimes trailing down the back of his neck and along his spine before reversing and climbing back up to bury in his hair again. Still, she picked up her phone with the other hand and turned it on. The message was from Bruce like she expected, probably 'working late' again. The message was a brief mentioning of a time he would call her later. Typing a quick 'thank you' in reply, she dropped it back on the bed so she could use that hand to trace over the shell of his ear.
Diana hoped her touch was soothing and not disrupting his rest, but she just couldn't stop herself from touching him right then.
He was still tired enough that very little roused him from his sleepy state. Still, he welcomed Diana's warm touches and sweet kisses, his own lips curling into a soft happy smile as he got to feel her warmth so close to him. He needed no urging whatsoever to curl up close to her, his head settling on the nook of her shoulder, practically as if he were hiding in the safety of that spot.
Were he any more awake, he might've seen her fumble with the phone, then no doubt a myriad of questions about the device would come to mind. He hadn't really noticed it the previous night, and it would be a marvel for him to see her use it at all. Instead he just waited with his eyes closed until she finished whatever it was she was doing, then he let out a happy little sigh when she turned her attention back to touching him instead.
Evidently he wasn't about to complain about that. Even as tired and lazy as he felt, he thoroughly enjoyed every single touch of hers, his body relaxing even further and practically turning into a puddle as she caressed his skin. Her fingers rounding the shell of his ear had him shivering softly, as he let out an audible and shaky sigh, his arm draped around her waist curling a little tighter. "That feels so good."
Turning her head, she pressed a lingering kiss to his hairline, eyes falling closed for a moment. Fingers twirled gently in his hair before she pressed the pads against his scalp just barely to run down over the soft skin. there had been other messages on the phone. She'd likely slept through them all while still exhausted, but they were simply those from work. A reminder that she needed to get them back to Paris before she'd been gone too long.
But it could wait. The world could just wait while she pulled Steve back into this reality where things were so much different than he would remember them. Though, even that could wait as she held him close and just enjoyed his nearness against her. She could feel the pulse under his skin, against her chest and under her fingers while just breathing him in. The scent she'd nearly forgotten came tumbling back to her like a wave of pure happiness and nostalgia.
Though, she didn't miss the way his breathing changed as she touched his ear, or the way he held on tighter. It only served to broaden the smile on her lips. "Does it?" She whispered the words into his hair, repeating the touch slow and light along the lobe. She really shouldn't tease him. He needed to sleep. And if she tried, she could likely doze a little longer. But for now, she just wanted to touch him and enjoy the slide of his skin under her fingers.
Her hand smoothed down the line of his shoulders and along his bicep after pulling from his ear. She traced the lines of muscle and definition before sweeping back up to cup the side of his neck so her thumb could roll down the fluttering pulse in his throat. Exhaling a soft sigh of her own, she let her eyes fall closed. "I think I could touch you like this all day if I could."
Well, to be fair he wasn't complaining. He certainly hadn't told her in a tone that implied he wanted her to stop— rather the opposite, actually. Still, she managed to pull him into a strange state where he balanced between being more awake and more relaxed, attuned to her touches while being entirely pliant and soft against her.
When she repeated the touch, another shiver rolled down his spine, and he arched and shifted closer as he let out another shaky sigh. It dissolved into a low and long purr, almost as if he were a cat being petted and enjoying every moment of it.
"Mm..." he mumbled something, nuzzling against her skin. His eyes still closed, he pressed soft aimless pecks to what of her skin he could reach. "Well, I don't have any other plans for the day. So..."
Diana knew it was a moot point to leave him alone and let him sleep now. She could feel him react to each of her touches and she'd be lying if she said she didn't like his reactions. Turning her head, she kiss over the hairline in soft butterfly kisses as her fingers swept his bangs back. She missed how soft his hair felt in her fingers and they way his skin slid so smoothly under her touch.
The hand cupping his neck stayed there, continuing the soft sweeps of her thumb along the line of his throat again and again. The other set of fingers smoothed through his hair and down the line of his neck to once more glide down his back. But this time when she came back up, she traced soft nonsensical patterns sometimes mixed with runes that spelled out affections for him. Sweet nothings that she would speak, but this felt easier and gave her a reason to draw her fingers over his skin.
"You may not, but I need to get you some clothes." Diana smiled at the words, remembering when he said the same thing to her so many years ago. "And food. Since I didn't buy much for the kitchen here, we'll have to eat out." Though, it was really hard to be logical with him when he was running his lips over her like that even in a small area of her skin. "Mmm... but you're making it hard to want to get any of that done."
Well, he sure wasn't going to manage to fall back asleep now, so he didn't even try. Still, that didn't mean he was planning on opening his eyes, getting up or being functional anytime soon, and he continued to be a warm and heavy presence settled against her side, one leg hooked over her own.
Her soft touches sent little shivers through him, quiet thrills of energy that weren't nearly enough to arouse him, but still enough to make him more awake than sleepy. He huffed at her words, letting out a soft, lazy laugh against her skin, lips curling into a grin as he remembered their time in London, and her state of dress— or undress, as was the case. True, though, he was the one in that situation now.
However, it was the mention of food that got his attention the most. His stomach growled softly, and he let out a soft purr, nuzzling and kissing her skin almost lazily. "Now you mention it, I am pretty hungry."
Shifting just a little to press closer to him and hug him to her form, she managed to kiss into his hair and linger there a moment. Not that she wanted him to move. She loved the heavy warmth of his body and knew well that getting up and untangling from him would be very hard to do because she didn't want to move. Even if they walked close and held hands, it just wasn't the same as this full contact and the intimacy of the moment.
Which was why she continued to enjoy the slide and gentle brushes of her fingers over his body. Any where she could reach in her position, she traced and memorized with agonizing slowness and often times repeating the soft motions to get a better knowledge. It made her sigh happily as she let her eyes stay closed so she could listen to his breathing and his voice.
Though, the grumble of his stomach caused a soft laugh to bubble up from her chest. Grinning to herself she carded her fingers through his hair slowly. A motion that slowed when he kissed her skin again and nuzzled like that. Shivering, her fingers tightened just vaguely in his hair. "If you want to eat, that means you're going to have to get up. Because even if I ordered take-out and someone delivered this early, I'd still have to dress and answer the door." Not that she seemed all that eager to push him off or her and get moving. In fact, she simply loosened her fingers and resumed smoothing them through his hair in gentle strokes.
Another chuckle spilled from his lips when she laughed, slow and languid, more at his own expense than anything. It was such a sweet sound when it came from her, though, he could feel it spill warmth right into him, making his insides flutter with more happiness than any man should ever be allowed to feel.
"I wouldn't mind answering the door without any clothes on," he offered, not at all serious. He'd probably combust if he did that. Diana walking in on him while he was climbing out of that magical glowing fountain had been awkward enough as it was, and the only reason he'd managed not to embarrass himself completely was because she seemed perfectly at ease with nudity. Even when she had never seen a man naked before.
Finally, and with a soft, drawn-out groan, he started to move, lazy and slow motions as he propped his weight onto his elbows, crawling up a bit so the upper half of his torso was hovering above her somewhat. "We'll go in a bit," he agreed finally, leaning down to kiss her. A soft lick and a gentle nip at her lower lip, he let his mouth ghost close to hers, their breaths warm as they mingled together again. He opened his eyes, looking into hers. "I want to make love to you first."
"Mm, you wouldn't?" She didn't believe him. Not even a little bit. She'd watched him try to nonchalantly cover up as quickly as he could without drawing more attention than necessary to his own form that first time she saw him. Not that it mattered the second time, but that time he wanted to be seen. She didn't think a complete stranger would get that kind of confidence. However, "I don't know if I'd like that." Because were she was fine with nudity, something in her said he was hers to look at.
Just hers.
Angling her head a little, she watched him move and slowly lift himself up she he could look at her. Really, the entire effort was adorable, but she kept her amusement to her gaze and the smallest smile twitching at the corner of her lips. Giving him a curious look, she hummed at the 'in a bit' before tipping her head to kiss him in return. Both of her hands moved to cup his head and tangle in his hair as he kissed her making her lips tingle with the contact and the warm brush of his breath against her skin.
She didn't even realize her eyes had fallen closed until he said those words to her. Blinking them open to fine sea blue eyes, she smiled slow and soft, her hand moving to caress the side of his face. "Thought you were too tire for another round, Steve." Not that she was complaining, but she loved that he wanted to 'make love' and part of her really just wanted to swept away in that. "But I am yours, and I always want you."
He let out a hum, not particularly surprised by her answer. He wasn't at all serious in any case, but it was always nice to know she liked keeping him for herself, and didn't want him parading around in the nude for anyone else. He didn't either, obviously. "Mm, since you insist... I guess no one else will be graced with the glorious sight of my naked backside."
It was a pretty great backside, just saying. He wiggled his hips almost pointedly as he said that.
Kissing her slow and soft, he looked into her eyes as she opened them, lids dropping lower over his own blue ones, eyelashes just barely brushing against his cheeks before he opened them a little wider again. "I was, but then you happened." He was far more awake now, and he knew that if they were to get out of this bed, that wasn't going to happen until he got to feel her one more time. Enough to last them the hours they'd be spending out in public, unable to touch each other. Well, hopefully.
Shifting around so he was lying on top of her, he framed his hips between her legs, nudging lightly so she'd part them for him. His lips ghosted across her cheek, then behind her ear, slowly mouthing along the curve of her neck. He wasn't hard yet but he could feel the arousal already starting to build, and with her this warm and close to him, it was but a matter of time.
"I do insist and thank you." She nearly chirped the words in a sing song way, pleased at his words. "But isn't it the same?" In the same way, he would be the only one allowed to see her that way. Tipping her head a little, she laughed as he wiggled his hips. So she slid her hands down his back, purposely cupping said back side and squeezed it softly.
She might have continued to laugh and possibly shake her head at him, but instead she started to drift off in the feeling of his lips on hers. Breathing out a sweet sound, she ran her eyes over his face, stopping on his eyes they opened wider so she could truly sink into the depths of the blue of his eyes. She had never met anyone that could possibly get to her the way that he did. The way those eyes just drew her in. "I happened?" The smile overtook her face again as she repeated those words.
Her legs gently slid apart welcoming Steve to slip between them. Turning her head to move with that touch she couldn't stop from gasping and letting her eyes fluttered closed. Her hands moved up to press against the line of his back, nails biting into the skin just enough to leave little half moons in his skin. Curling her legs up, her thighs brushed along his until her feet trailed along his calves. "How do you want me, Steve?"
"Well, I should hope so. I wouldn't very much like some sort of double standard here." And he damn well didn't want anyone else seeing her naked, so there was that. Not that Diana couldn't manage to pull off looking absolutely fierce and menacing even without a stitch on, but... he wanted that sight to be for his eyes only.
"You happened," he murmured with a soft lilt, grinning as he licked and kissed gently at her lips. To be fair, she happened and... his whole life was changed. Even if only for those few days, even if she hadn't been able to bring him back. She had changed him, something that not even death itself could have changed back.
Head bending lower as he kissed down her neck, he moved softly, hips shifting in a slow roll as he pressed down against her, gasping warmly as his shaft rubbed right along her slit. She felt heavenly, and after having some rest, he knew it would be a matter of seconds before he was ready to take her again. "Like this... I want you just like this." Close, slow, warm, gentle. No rush whatsoever as he did truly make love to her.
"I hope that is a good thing." Diana couldn't help but smile at him, a light in her eyes letting him know that she knew it was. Lifting up to press into that kiss, she smoothed both hands over his face gently, fingers tangling into his hair as she pulled him closer. And honestly, he changed her just as much or even more. Inspired her... gave her reasons to move forward and do the right thing.
Part of her wanted to say that, but none of it mattered when Steve started that slow descent down her neck. Lashes fluttered closed slowly as her lips parted to breathe in. Shivering, her fingers flexed in his hair and scraped along the soft skin of his scalp. When he rolled against her, she gasped sharply and gave a low mewling sound as he awakened all the nerves and desire in the pit of her stomach.
Thighs flexed and tightened against his hips as she rolled up into him slow and languid. "Like this..." The words came out soft and breathless as one hand smoothed down his back, fingernails dragging down his spine. "I want you like this, too..." She hummed a low sound of want before turning her head to kiss into his hair and softly nip his ear. Slow and easy, languid and sweet as her body moved with his almost in sync.
They'd have time now. Time for warm words whispered softly in the night, sweet nothings spilled like honey into each other's ears. Steve knew a second chance when he saw one, and this was the only second chance he'd have never dared even dream of, so he was going to seize it and cling with every ounce of strength in him. He'd tell her all the feelings she'd flourished in him, all the ways in which she had changed him and made him better, all the things that he got to have and experience only because he had her in his life— he would exhaust every word in the dictionary until the last of his breath, and he wouldn't tire of a single one.
But it could wait. It was a strange yet freeing feeling; that this could wait. They could kiss and touch, and they could move against one another, purge all thought from their minds and surrender to each other and to only the feeling of pleasure and ecstasy of being near, and after all that, there would still be time for more. For everything else they could ever want.
Steve sighed warmly against her skin, eyes fluttering closed as he moved again. His body arched and pressed down against her, shiver turning to moan as his cock rubbed against her, hardening steadily at the feel of her folds molding to his length. He slid one hand down her side, brushing briefly over her breast, before reaching lower still and curling around her thigh.
Fingers flexing sharper into Steve's back, Diana's body arched and and rolled against him as she felt the way his length slid over her. It sent a swell of heat between her legs and she could feel the pleasure of the contact increase each time he moved against her. She couldn't remember wanting something so much. Not even just the sexual pleasure, but the connection that she felt when Steve touched her. When he looked at her or said her name.
Breathing in sharply as his hand brushed over her breast and finally curled about her thigh. Shivering and exhaling a needy sound, she wrapped her arms more securely about him and pulled him closer as she rocked up against him with aching slowness, increasing the friction with her movements. Gods, but she loved this. This slow building burn in her veins caused by him.
"Steve..." She breathed his name out, turning her face to press into the side of his neck before kissing his shoulder and nipping softly there. Breathing in slowly, she smoothed her lips up the curve of his neck slowly and dropped a kiss to his jaw. He fit. He fit against her like nothing ever could. It made so many years alone feel like only yesterday. Pressing closer against him, she closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath as the feelings of relief, love, and pain came together in such a stinging but wonderful way. "I need you..."
Maybe it was the newness of it all, the being able to truly enjoy a morning after together without rush, or maybe just the need they both had to catch up on lost time— or lost opportunities, in his case. Steve, for one, was glad that she hadn't worn him out so much that he was too spent for this. He was all the more awake now, feeling her solid and warm presence beneath him, arching and shifting and all but pleading for more.
Not that he needed her to beg by any means. All she had to do was moan his name a certain way, and he would lose himself completely. When her lips found his skin he shivered against her, hips grinding down against her one more time. He didn't draw the moment on for much longer, though. He needed her like air, and when she mirrored that sentiment in her own words, he simply slid a hand down between them, not needing to guide himself much until the head of his cock pressed against her opening.
With little effort he pushed inside, in a single smooth movement made all the easier with how wet she was already. He buried himself deep and stayed there for a moment, eyes shut tightly as his lips parted and he let out a trembled moan.
The slowness of it was almost as breath taking as when they moved fast. When she couldn't truly take that aching moment to let things happen in a more easy and languid way. But that had been impatience born of separation, an eagerness that she couldn't shake even if she wanted to, because it was Steve. And gods, she just wanted him back. Waking up to him against her had to be the best feeling she'd had in so very long.
When he did finally move the hand between them, her breath caught and her head tipped back as her lips parted. A soft sound finally found its way out of her when he pressed against her and so smoothly slipped in. Diana's hands swept up to grip his shoulders, her eyes fluttering closed from feeling him fill her up again. Like they were meant to be just like this. Like maybe he'd existed for her.
And she believed that. Cause no one fit with her like he had. No one seemed to fill all of the crevices of her being so seamlessly as Steve. And when she finally gasped out a sound, she couldn't help but whisper 'I love you' in his ear as she pulled him closer.
Fisting the sheets near her head, he took a slow, steadying breath, for a moment not wanting to move. He loved how warm and welcoming she felt, and for a few seconds longer he just wanted to enjoy that warmth, that closeness, memorize the feel of her muscles spasming around him, the solidness of her body and the heaving of her chest as she breathed in soft pants.
His head tipped down and he kissed her, slow and gentle, his hips moving in one small thrust and making him sigh shakily into the kiss. His lips found their way across her cheek, and he nuzzled against her ear, whispering her declaration of love back to her with all the natural ease in the world, as if it came to him like air.
Slowly he moved again, pulling out a little farther this time around, then sliding back into her, burying all the way in. It wasn't long until he was working on a pace, slow but steady and constant, not as desperate and rushed as the night before but no less intense or passionate. All the feelings he had for her bled out of him with every motion of his body.
Her body responded to his so easily, from the flutter of her inner walls drawing him in to the slight arch of her back to get closer; her body begged to have him complete her. He didn't have to move. The feeling of him pushing deep into her like this and his solid weight on top of her was already so much. Almost too much with how her hips barely squirmed wanting to press closer to him, take him in deeper if it was even possible.
Diana's legs slipped up his sides lightly, her heels gently skimming his calves from the ankles up. But she didn't wrap her legs about him, just moved slow and sweet, letting her feet and thighs caress him just as her hands smoothed down his back. Then only gripped enough for her nails to softly bite skin when he said those words back and caused a jolt of desire to shiver down her spine just as her body undulated against him.
A motion that ebbed and rose with each shift of his body against hers and the way he so languidly seemed to take her again and again. It made her chest feel so tight. Like there was too much inside of it making her heart trip over beats and pull out gasps from parted lips. This... this way of making love provoked so much emotion from her to go along side the desire, and she found she loved it. She loved him. And Diana felt that love returned in every move and breath from him.
Turning her head she kissed and nibbled at his neck before bumping his jaw sweetly wanting him to look at her. Wanting to kiss him and drink the sighs and sounds that poured from his lips. Even if she herself couldn't quite catch her breath.
Every motion of their bodies squeezed the air from his lungs, each wave of pleasure slower but all the higher and more intense because of it. Steve felt like he was slowly being taken apart piece by piece, his mind fractured and his heart speeding fast. He moaned and breathed heavily with each deep thrust, his thighs tensing and clenching each time he buried himself deep into her.
He mouthed at her own neck, nipping lightly at her earlobe, gasping as her nails dug into his back. The trails she left behind were practically burning tracks on his skin, and his shoulder blades rolled back, a line of tension there and gone the next moment.
One arm still propped on the bed next to her head, his other hand moved down, cupping her neck and sliding over her throat, thumb sweeping across the skin. He tipped his head and looked her in the eye, kissing her once, twice, licking and nipping at her lips, never too long that he couldn't keep his eyes locked with hers.
Soft little sounds escaped her as he paid those little attentions to her neck and ear. A soft mewl followed by a sigh left her lips as he slipped that hand over her neck. Tipping her head into the touch, she bared her neck for him, eyes finding his the moment he was in the line of sight.
Dragging her hands up his back, she cupped his face before one pushed into his hair. For all the power and ability to endure, he took her breath away. Left her gasping and trying to catch her breath. The thought coupled with that feeling of his body moving against her was enough to pull the corners of her lips up in a beautiful small smile as she pulled him closer. A smile that only widened as he nipped at her lips.
Smoothing her thighs along his sides, she hooked them over his hips with one calf pressing against the curve of his rear to pull him deeper with each thrust. The slow build as he moved into her had her muscles fluttering and tightening about him with each move, and gods it felt so good. Letting one hand drift down to his shoulder, she gripped lightly, careful not to hurt him even as her fingernails softly bit into his skin. For a moment her eyes fluttered closed as she breathed his name, but she forced them back open to meet his eyes. Gods, his beautiful eyes...
Lips hovering hers, he breathed in short, audible pants, eyes warming and a smile to mirror her own. It was such a beautiful sight, it all but took his breath away. He could honestly just stare at her endlessly, whisper how much he loved her each time she looked into his eyes.
Right now hardly seemed like the time to be talking, though, and he certainly didn't seem to manage any level of coherence. She pulled him deeper and his body trembled all over, all but falling apart as his hips jerked and ground against her a little harder. The slow and close pace felt wonderful, but as his pleasure grew it became more and more difficult to resist the urge to pick up speed.
He wanted to push her over the edge, and he wanted to come inside her too, wanted to see her smile fade and bleed away to ecstasy as she moaned his name, asked him to go faster. So steadily he built up a more present pace, moving his hand down her front, touching her all the way down until he let it sink to the mattress next to her waist. That way he managed to prop his weight up a little more, giving him a little more freedom to move, the angle of his thrusts shifting slightly too as he kept burying his cock deep into her, moaning softly each time he pushed in all the way.
Sliding fingers along the frame of his face, the tips traced the line of his lips and over his cheeks before Diana lifted her head to fully press her lips to his in a soft kiss. The contact felt searing, like it tingled over her lips and slipped down the line of her spine. Everything about Steve seemed to bring her to life and set her nerves on fire.
But the jerk of his hips had her head falling back to the bed, tipped back as lips parted in a soft sound. Letting her hands drift down, the fingers curled so her nails trailed down his shoulders and back. The descent of his hands down her body caused her back to arch, a soft gasp of his name escaping her as she rocked up into him wanting more from him.
Something Diana didn't have to ask for. Not when he started to shift and the depth of each thrust deepened. Lashes lowered as she writhed under him, trying to meet his movements but not quite successful with how over sensitized nerves lit up with Steve's change in motion. Crying out softly, her legs curled more about his waist to press him in even deeper. "Steve... please..."
With each thrust it seemed all the easier to move into her, even despite the way she tightened around him, a response to how good he made her feel. That alone made him all the more aroused, feeling a fire burn hot underneath his very skin, his gasps and moans louder and more breathless the harder he moved against her.
At some point he wasn't only making love to her so much as having his way with her too, deep and fast, his hips rolling in rougher motions. She was wet and the sounds of his cock burying deep into her filled the room along with the sound of their voices, the soft meeting of sweaty skin against skin. God, she felt so wonderful, he knew he could and would gladly get lost into her, never to be found again.
Right now, though, more than anything he wanted to reach his own orgasm, and to hear her and see her as she came, too. His pace never relented because of that. His hand gripped at her thigh instead, drawing it farther up, watching the way his thrusts made her slide and shift across the mattress, the way her expression shifted every time the angle of his thrusts changed just so.
Finally, and all too suddenly, he tipped over the edge, with a sharper thrust that was matched with a loud cry spilling from his lips. "Diana!" Her name was about the only coherent thing he could manage just then, as he came inside her, keeping up the same deep pace as before as he spilled his cum inside her, filling her up completely until he had given her all he had.
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Not even the soft chime stirred his sleep, though it should, if nothing else for being a completely strange and foreign sound to him. He was too tired to even make note of it, and even as Diana moved softly beside him, his mind was clearly reluctant to be pulled from its state of deep peaceful rest.
But then she started planting soft little kisses on him, and while it might not have been his intention, that alone was enough to pull him gently towards the surface. His breath shifted into something not quite so slow or silent first, then he let out a soft sigh, and eventually, after a while of debating whether he should just tug her close and get her to fall back asleep, he cracked his eyes open a hint.
Not that he saw much of anything, just the blur of her silhouette before he closed them again. His voice was a low, drawn-out mumble, as he curled his arm around her and shifted close. "Don't tell me you're ready for another round..." Because, as she could likely tell, he was not.
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Something Diana just might have been a little proud over if the slight pull at one corner of her lips gave anything away about her feelings on the matter.
When he finally spoke, she huffed a soft laugh and this time she purposely kissed his lips in a brief brush of contact. "No. You need to rest. You just look... lovely right now." Like a work of art in her mind. Humming softly, she finally reached over him to grab her phone off of the bedside table then settled back into the pillows. For a moment, she dropped the device on the mattress beside her so she could coerce and pull Steve into her arms until his head came to rest on her chest.
A set of nimble fingers threaded through his hair gently, the fingernails lovingly trailing over his scalp. "I'm sorry I woke you." That hand stayed in his hair, sometimes trailing down the back of his neck and along his spine before reversing and climbing back up to bury in his hair again. Still, she picked up her phone with the other hand and turned it on. The message was from Bruce like she expected, probably 'working late' again. The message was a brief mentioning of a time he would call her later. Typing a quick 'thank you' in reply, she dropped it back on the bed so she could use that hand to trace over the shell of his ear.
Diana hoped her touch was soothing and not disrupting his rest, but she just couldn't stop herself from touching him right then.
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Were he any more awake, he might've seen her fumble with the phone, then no doubt a myriad of questions about the device would come to mind. He hadn't really noticed it the previous night, and it would be a marvel for him to see her use it at all. Instead he just waited with his eyes closed until she finished whatever it was she was doing, then he let out a happy little sigh when she turned her attention back to touching him instead.
Evidently he wasn't about to complain about that. Even as tired and lazy as he felt, he thoroughly enjoyed every single touch of hers, his body relaxing even further and practically turning into a puddle as she caressed his skin. Her fingers rounding the shell of his ear had him shivering softly, as he let out an audible and shaky sigh, his arm draped around her waist curling a little tighter. "That feels so good."
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But it could wait. The world could just wait while she pulled Steve back into this reality where things were so much different than he would remember them. Though, even that could wait as she held him close and just enjoyed his nearness against her. She could feel the pulse under his skin, against her chest and under her fingers while just breathing him in. The scent she'd nearly forgotten came tumbling back to her like a wave of pure happiness and nostalgia.
Though, she didn't miss the way his breathing changed as she touched his ear, or the way he held on tighter. It only served to broaden the smile on her lips. "Does it?" She whispered the words into his hair, repeating the touch slow and light along the lobe. She really shouldn't tease him. He needed to sleep. And if she tried, she could likely doze a little longer. But for now, she just wanted to touch him and enjoy the slide of his skin under her fingers.
Her hand smoothed down the line of his shoulders and along his bicep after pulling from his ear. She traced the lines of muscle and definition before sweeping back up to cup the side of his neck so her thumb could roll down the fluttering pulse in his throat. Exhaling a soft sigh of her own, she let her eyes fall closed. "I think I could touch you like this all day if I could."
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When she repeated the touch, another shiver rolled down his spine, and he arched and shifted closer as he let out another shaky sigh. It dissolved into a low and long purr, almost as if he were a cat being petted and enjoying every moment of it.
"Mm..." he mumbled something, nuzzling against her skin. His eyes still closed, he pressed soft aimless pecks to what of her skin he could reach. "Well, I don't have any other plans for the day. So..."
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The hand cupping his neck stayed there, continuing the soft sweeps of her thumb along the line of his throat again and again. The other set of fingers smoothed through his hair and down the line of his neck to once more glide down his back. But this time when she came back up, she traced soft nonsensical patterns sometimes mixed with runes that spelled out affections for him. Sweet nothings that she would speak, but this felt easier and gave her a reason to draw her fingers over his skin.
"You may not, but I need to get you some clothes." Diana smiled at the words, remembering when he said the same thing to her so many years ago. "And food. Since I didn't buy much for the kitchen here, we'll have to eat out." Though, it was really hard to be logical with him when he was running his lips over her like that even in a small area of her skin. "Mmm... but you're making it hard to want to get any of that done."
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Her soft touches sent little shivers through him, quiet thrills of energy that weren't nearly enough to arouse him, but still enough to make him more awake than sleepy. He huffed at her words, letting out a soft, lazy laugh against her skin, lips curling into a grin as he remembered their time in London, and her state of dress— or undress, as was the case. True, though, he was the one in that situation now.
However, it was the mention of food that got his attention the most. His stomach growled softly, and he let out a soft purr, nuzzling and kissing her skin almost lazily. "Now you mention it, I am pretty hungry."
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Which was why she continued to enjoy the slide and gentle brushes of her fingers over his body. Any where she could reach in her position, she traced and memorized with agonizing slowness and often times repeating the soft motions to get a better knowledge. It made her sigh happily as she let her eyes stay closed so she could listen to his breathing and his voice.
Though, the grumble of his stomach caused a soft laugh to bubble up from her chest. Grinning to herself she carded her fingers through his hair slowly. A motion that slowed when he kissed her skin again and nuzzled like that. Shivering, her fingers tightened just vaguely in his hair. "If you want to eat, that means you're going to have to get up. Because even if I ordered take-out and someone delivered this early, I'd still have to dress and answer the door." Not that she seemed all that eager to push him off or her and get moving. In fact, she simply loosened her fingers and resumed smoothing them through his hair in gentle strokes.
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"I wouldn't mind answering the door without any clothes on," he offered, not at all serious. He'd probably combust if he did that. Diana walking in on him while he was climbing out of that magical glowing fountain had been awkward enough as it was, and the only reason he'd managed not to embarrass himself completely was because she seemed perfectly at ease with nudity. Even when she had never seen a man naked before.
Finally, and with a soft, drawn-out groan, he started to move, lazy and slow motions as he propped his weight onto his elbows, crawling up a bit so the upper half of his torso was hovering above her somewhat. "We'll go in a bit," he agreed finally, leaning down to kiss her. A soft lick and a gentle nip at her lower lip, he let his mouth ghost close to hers, their breaths warm as they mingled together again. He opened his eyes, looking into hers. "I want to make love to you first."
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Just hers.
Angling her head a little, she watched him move and slowly lift himself up she he could look at her. Really, the entire effort was adorable, but she kept her amusement to her gaze and the smallest smile twitching at the corner of her lips. Giving him a curious look, she hummed at the 'in a bit' before tipping her head to kiss him in return. Both of her hands moved to cup his head and tangle in his hair as he kissed her making her lips tingle with the contact and the warm brush of his breath against her skin.
She didn't even realize her eyes had fallen closed until he said those words to her. Blinking them open to fine sea blue eyes, she smiled slow and soft, her hand moving to caress the side of his face. "Thought you were too tire for another round, Steve." Not that she was complaining, but she loved that he wanted to 'make love' and part of her really just wanted to swept away in that. "But I am yours, and I always want you."
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It was a pretty great backside, just saying. He wiggled his hips almost pointedly as he said that.
Kissing her slow and soft, he looked into her eyes as she opened them, lids dropping lower over his own blue ones, eyelashes just barely brushing against his cheeks before he opened them a little wider again. "I was, but then you happened." He was far more awake now, and he knew that if they were to get out of this bed, that wasn't going to happen until he got to feel her one more time. Enough to last them the hours they'd be spending out in public, unable to touch each other. Well, hopefully.
Shifting around so he was lying on top of her, he framed his hips between her legs, nudging lightly so she'd part them for him. His lips ghosted across her cheek, then behind her ear, slowly mouthing along the curve of her neck. He wasn't hard yet but he could feel the arousal already starting to build, and with her this warm and close to him, it was but a matter of time.
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She might have continued to laugh and possibly shake her head at him, but instead she started to drift off in the feeling of his lips on hers. Breathing out a sweet sound, she ran her eyes over his face, stopping on his eyes they opened wider so she could truly sink into the depths of the blue of his eyes. She had never met anyone that could possibly get to her the way that he did. The way those eyes just drew her in. "I happened?" The smile overtook her face again as she repeated those words.
Her legs gently slid apart welcoming Steve to slip between them. Turning her head to move with that touch she couldn't stop from gasping and letting her eyes fluttered closed. Her hands moved up to press against the line of his back, nails biting into the skin just enough to leave little half moons in his skin. Curling her legs up, her thighs brushed along his until her feet trailed along his calves. "How do you want me, Steve?"
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"You happened," he murmured with a soft lilt, grinning as he licked and kissed gently at her lips. To be fair, she happened and... his whole life was changed. Even if only for those few days, even if she hadn't been able to bring him back. She had changed him, something that not even death itself could have changed back.
Head bending lower as he kissed down her neck, he moved softly, hips shifting in a slow roll as he pressed down against her, gasping warmly as his shaft rubbed right along her slit. She felt heavenly, and after having some rest, he knew it would be a matter of seconds before he was ready to take her again. "Like this... I want you just like this." Close, slow, warm, gentle. No rush whatsoever as he did truly make love to her.
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Part of her wanted to say that, but none of it mattered when Steve started that slow descent down her neck. Lashes fluttered closed slowly as her lips parted to breathe in. Shivering, her fingers flexed in his hair and scraped along the soft skin of his scalp. When he rolled against her, she gasped sharply and gave a low mewling sound as he awakened all the nerves and desire in the pit of her stomach.
Thighs flexed and tightened against his hips as she rolled up into him slow and languid. "Like this..." The words came out soft and breathless as one hand smoothed down his back, fingernails dragging down his spine. "I want you like this, too..." She hummed a low sound of want before turning her head to kiss into his hair and softly nip his ear. Slow and easy, languid and sweet as her body moved with his almost in sync.
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But it could wait. It was a strange yet freeing feeling; that this could wait. They could kiss and touch, and they could move against one another, purge all thought from their minds and surrender to each other and to only the feeling of pleasure and ecstasy of being near, and after all that, there would still be time for more. For everything else they could ever want.
Steve sighed warmly against her skin, eyes fluttering closed as he moved again. His body arched and pressed down against her, shiver turning to moan as his cock rubbed against her, hardening steadily at the feel of her folds molding to his length. He slid one hand down her side, brushing briefly over her breast, before reaching lower still and curling around her thigh.
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Breathing in sharply as his hand brushed over her breast and finally curled about her thigh. Shivering and exhaling a needy sound, she wrapped her arms more securely about him and pulled him closer as she rocked up against him with aching slowness, increasing the friction with her movements. Gods, but she loved this. This slow building burn in her veins caused by him.
"Steve..." She breathed his name out, turning her face to press into the side of his neck before kissing his shoulder and nipping softly there. Breathing in slowly, she smoothed her lips up the curve of his neck slowly and dropped a kiss to his jaw. He fit. He fit against her like nothing ever could. It made so many years alone feel like only yesterday. Pressing closer against him, she closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath as the feelings of relief, love, and pain came together in such a stinging but wonderful way. "I need you..."
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Not that he needed her to beg by any means. All she had to do was moan his name a certain way, and he would lose himself completely. When her lips found his skin he shivered against her, hips grinding down against her one more time. He didn't draw the moment on for much longer, though. He needed her like air, and when she mirrored that sentiment in her own words, he simply slid a hand down between them, not needing to guide himself much until the head of his cock pressed against her opening.
With little effort he pushed inside, in a single smooth movement made all the easier with how wet she was already. He buried himself deep and stayed there for a moment, eyes shut tightly as his lips parted and he let out a trembled moan.
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When he did finally move the hand between them, her breath caught and her head tipped back as her lips parted. A soft sound finally found its way out of her when he pressed against her and so smoothly slipped in. Diana's hands swept up to grip his shoulders, her eyes fluttering closed from feeling him fill her up again. Like they were meant to be just like this. Like maybe he'd existed for her.
And she believed that. Cause no one fit with her like he had. No one seemed to fill all of the crevices of her being so seamlessly as Steve. And when she finally gasped out a sound, she couldn't help but whisper 'I love you' in his ear as she pulled him closer.
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His head tipped down and he kissed her, slow and gentle, his hips moving in one small thrust and making him sigh shakily into the kiss. His lips found their way across her cheek, and he nuzzled against her ear, whispering her declaration of love back to her with all the natural ease in the world, as if it came to him like air.
Slowly he moved again, pulling out a little farther this time around, then sliding back into her, burying all the way in. It wasn't long until he was working on a pace, slow but steady and constant, not as desperate and rushed as the night before but no less intense or passionate. All the feelings he had for her bled out of him with every motion of his body.
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Diana's legs slipped up his sides lightly, her heels gently skimming his calves from the ankles up. But she didn't wrap her legs about him, just moved slow and sweet, letting her feet and thighs caress him just as her hands smoothed down his back. Then only gripped enough for her nails to softly bite skin when he said those words back and caused a jolt of desire to shiver down her spine just as her body undulated against him.
A motion that ebbed and rose with each shift of his body against hers and the way he so languidly seemed to take her again and again. It made her chest feel so tight. Like there was too much inside of it making her heart trip over beats and pull out gasps from parted lips. This... this way of making love provoked so much emotion from her to go along side the desire, and she found she loved it. She loved him. And Diana felt that love returned in every move and breath from him.
Turning her head she kissed and nibbled at his neck before bumping his jaw sweetly wanting him to look at her. Wanting to kiss him and drink the sighs and sounds that poured from his lips. Even if she herself couldn't quite catch her breath.
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He mouthed at her own neck, nipping lightly at her earlobe, gasping as her nails dug into his back. The trails she left behind were practically burning tracks on his skin, and his shoulder blades rolled back, a line of tension there and gone the next moment.
One arm still propped on the bed next to her head, his other hand moved down, cupping her neck and sliding over her throat, thumb sweeping across the skin. He tipped his head and looked her in the eye, kissing her once, twice, licking and nipping at her lips, never too long that he couldn't keep his eyes locked with hers.
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Dragging her hands up his back, she cupped his face before one pushed into his hair. For all the power and ability to endure, he took her breath away. Left her gasping and trying to catch her breath. The thought coupled with that feeling of his body moving against her was enough to pull the corners of her lips up in a beautiful small smile as she pulled him closer. A smile that only widened as he nipped at her lips.
Smoothing her thighs along his sides, she hooked them over his hips with one calf pressing against the curve of his rear to pull him deeper with each thrust. The slow build as he moved into her had her muscles fluttering and tightening about him with each move, and gods it felt so good. Letting one hand drift down to his shoulder, she gripped lightly, careful not to hurt him even as her fingernails softly bit into his skin. For a moment her eyes fluttered closed as she breathed his name, but she forced them back open to meet his eyes. Gods, his beautiful eyes...
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Right now hardly seemed like the time to be talking, though, and he certainly didn't seem to manage any level of coherence. She pulled him deeper and his body trembled all over, all but falling apart as his hips jerked and ground against her a little harder. The slow and close pace felt wonderful, but as his pleasure grew it became more and more difficult to resist the urge to pick up speed.
He wanted to push her over the edge, and he wanted to come inside her too, wanted to see her smile fade and bleed away to ecstasy as she moaned his name, asked him to go faster. So steadily he built up a more present pace, moving his hand down her front, touching her all the way down until he let it sink to the mattress next to her waist. That way he managed to prop his weight up a little more, giving him a little more freedom to move, the angle of his thrusts shifting slightly too as he kept burying his cock deep into her, moaning softly each time he pushed in all the way.
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But the jerk of his hips had her head falling back to the bed, tipped back as lips parted in a soft sound. Letting her hands drift down, the fingers curled so her nails trailed down his shoulders and back. The descent of his hands down her body caused her back to arch, a soft gasp of his name escaping her as she rocked up into him wanting more from him.
Something Diana didn't have to ask for. Not when he started to shift and the depth of each thrust deepened. Lashes lowered as she writhed under him, trying to meet his movements but not quite successful with how over sensitized nerves lit up with Steve's change in motion. Crying out softly, her legs curled more about his waist to press him in even deeper. "Steve... please..."
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At some point he wasn't only making love to her so much as having his way with her too, deep and fast, his hips rolling in rougher motions. She was wet and the sounds of his cock burying deep into her filled the room along with the sound of their voices, the soft meeting of sweaty skin against skin. God, she felt so wonderful, he knew he could and would gladly get lost into her, never to be found again.
Right now, though, more than anything he wanted to reach his own orgasm, and to hear her and see her as she came, too. His pace never relented because of that. His hand gripped at her thigh instead, drawing it farther up, watching the way his thrusts made her slide and shift across the mattress, the way her expression shifted every time the angle of his thrusts changed just so.
Finally, and all too suddenly, he tipped over the edge, with a sharper thrust that was matched with a loud cry spilling from his lips. "Diana!" Her name was about the only coherent thing he could manage just then, as he came inside her, keeping up the same deep pace as before as he spilled his cum inside her, filling her up completely until he had given her all he had.
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