"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.
It felt so good. Like everything was brighter and more intense with every move Steve made. It reminded her of what it felt like to truly live. Something she'd long only identified with on the battlefield until now. That tingling electric feeling of facing something so much bigger and possibly stronger usually sang through her veins and danced over her skin. But this... this gave her that feeling in another way. It reminded her there was more to life than battle and just protecting humanity.
This was about her own happiness. To selfishly grab on to something that made her feel this way... and she had no intentions of letting him go any time soon if ever. If only he wanted her that long. Those feelings and emotions were just enough to push her over the edge as he thrust into her sharper only for him to find his climax. The burn of desire flared sharply with his own pleasure as he emptied into her willing body.
"Steve!" Diana gasped and cried out his name as her body bowed up against him, muscles fluttering and tightly grasping at him as she found her own pleasure. Both arms wound about him as she shivered her way through her own orgasm, reveling in the sheer sweetness of their closeness.
His hips moved steadily after that, keeping up the same pace, getting lost a bit at moments at the sheer feeling of her warm body against his, the tightening of her muscles around him. He moaned and gasp as he emptied himself into her, his mind a warm, blissful blank, and only slowed down once he started to come down from his climax.
She was beautiful. The way she arched towards him, how she moved to meet him, the expression of pure bliss and pleasure that twisted her features... Steve felt breathless for entirely different reasons as he fixed his gaze on her face, tracing the lines of her jaw and cheeks with his eyes, his hand moving so his fingertips brushed across her features.
Tipping his head down, he kissed her deeply, though briefly as he was still breathless and couldn't quite keep going for that long. His lips lingered close to hers, though, even as he breathed in quiet short pants, his voice a soft whisper. "God, I love you so much, Diana..."
The steady unceasing motion pulled her forward and drew out the moment. It felt like being wrapped up in the warmth and swept up in the ebb and flow and motion. The way Steve fit against her felt so right. Even if she knew that already, these softer, drawn out moments made it more obvious to her. Breathing in a soft mewl of a sound at the feeling of him emptying into her, she let her eyes flutter closed slowly. Just for now, she let the way he moved and how it felt to be one with him just wash over her without the distraction of sight.
Diana's body moved responsively to Steve's every touch and let the ripples of bliss smooth over her and part her lips or furrow her brow with the pleasure. How did it feel so amazing? How did it leave her feeling so boneless and happy? Opening her eyes against slowly, dark eyes caught sea blue and the corners of her lips pulled up in a beautiful smile that lit up her whole face.
A tiny giggle bubbled up as he leaned in for a kiss. A giggle that disappeared into the kiss that she poured all she had left into it, because this man? This man completed her. And she loved him with so much passion she could never kiss him with anything less than all of herself. Slipping her fingers into his hair, she drew in a breath as he pulled from the kiss. Her eyes flicked over his face only to brightenat his words. Her expression very well glowed with delight and pure adoration for the man over her. "I love you, Steve." She spoke the words with all the firmness of her resolve but still with all the gentleness of her affection for him.
A tiny playful flutter of light danced through her eyes and smile as she traced the side of his face with her fingers. "And you made it seem you were so tired earlier." Oh, she wasn't complaining... but she did love teasing him a little.
He couldn't help grin and chuckle when she giggled happily like that, his eyes seeking hers as he took in the beautiful expression on her face. She had to go and tease him, though, of course she did. He snorted in amusement more than anything, pursing his lips a little then managing a lighthearted shrug.
"I never said I was tired," he pointed out, as she had been the one making that assumption. Which, to be fair, hadn't been entirely wrong. But for the most part, he'd just been lazy and sleepy, and as soon as he woke up a little more, it didn't take all that much to get him going, particularly considering who he had with her arms and legs all tangled up around him.
"Besides, I told you... above average," he said through a chuckle, grinning against her lips. His hips shifted again, a gasp spilling from his lips as he pushed into her again, his cock slowly softening inside her. "You are, too. You just... have a way with me."
"Oh, of course not." She tried to sound sympathetic, but the laughter in her voice showed through easily. Both of her hands moved to cup his face gently, her thumbs carefully smoothing over his cheeks and cheekbones lovingly. "I should never doubt you."
Her eyes lit up as he reprises that comment about being 'above average' before stealing another kiss from his lips sweetly. Something that made her writhe softly against him, her thighs clenching about his hips as he moved again. Dropping her head against the pillows, her lips parted to pant quietly for air. "Mm... I'm only above average?" Still playful, the words just came out a little breathless after he moved against her like that.
"I hope I always 'have a way' with you." Diana smiled brilliantly, before lightly tapping a fingertip against Steve's jaw before lifting an elegant brow at him. "Are you going to spend all day in bed or would you like to see the world you saved a hundred years later?"
"No, you shouldn't," he hummed playfully, smiling against her lips. That much was true, though. He wouldn't lie to her, and he'd do anything in his power to not give her reason to doubt him. In more serious things than just teasing and playing around like they were doing now, too.
"You are definitely... much, much more than only above average," he clarified, words drawn out slowly as he kissed along the line of her jaw, nuzzling against her neck. "You exceed all expectations. You are beautiful and wonderful and..." He paused, humming thoughtfully. "Perfection itself."
Pulling back, he kissed her on the lips again, letting the contact linger for a while before drawing away. Finally, and with a bit of reluctance, he pulled out of her, letting out a strained gasp and taking a calm breath before he moved to sit up, reaching out to help her up too. "Come on. Let's get cleaned up."
Diana all but purred as he kissed and nuzzled at her neck. The sensation left her in a pleasant hum of pleasure that made it far too easy to just lay back and bask in the sensations he poured upon her. Shifting her hand up to slip through his hair, she played with the strands as she huffed out a gentle laugh. "Nothing is perfect, Steve." Not that it didn't flatter her immensely, if only because he thought it.
Returning that kiss, she smiled against his lips and even more as he drew away. If he thought she was perfect, she knew he was perfect for her. He always would be. Even when he had to pull away and leave her gasping, eyes fluttering closed from the loss of his warmth inside of her. Taking a short span to just catch her breath, she finally opened her eyes and found that hand proffered to her.
Sliding her hand into his, she let him help her to her up. Before he could get too far though, she gave him a playful look and moved forward to wrap her arms about his neck. "Think you're up for carrying me?" Not that she needed it. That likely would never be the case unless she was completely unconscious... but right now, she just wanted to delight in being close to him even if she had to ask for the unnecessary.
"We'll have to agree to disagree on that." He knew she was right, obviously, and in different circumstances he'd be the first to call her out on something reckless or dangerous she wanted to do, although he had a feeling she was a lot calmer and more rational and careful now she was older. She was perfect to him nonetheless, and always would be.
Catching her hand, he pulled her into his lap, letting out a surprised breath and a soft laugh as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held onto him. "Guess it depends on how much weight you've put on lately," he couldn't help tease, pinching her side lightly before he wrapped his arms around her.
Slowly, he shifted on the mattress, until he could place his feet on the ground and carefully get up from the bed. She wasn't at all heavy, predictably, but then he knew he'd only have a hard time carrying her if she were to struggle, and he knew that wouldn't be the case right now. Shifting her weight comfortably in his arms, he kissed her on the cheek, then turned around so he could make his way towards the bathroom.
A laugh escaped her as he pulled her into his lap. It certainly made it easier for her to wrap around him like that. The smile that pulled at her lips was soft, but illuminated with edges of playfulness and love as she hummed softly, brow rising. “If I were any other woman, I would be offended by that implication.” Though, a little gasp left her lips as he pinched her side, which earned him a light pull to the hair at the back of his neck.
Truthfully, she knew he’d try regardless of her weight. She certainly didn’t doubt that he could lift her pretty easily. Which he proved rather easily as he slipped them both off the bed and started for the bathroom. Humming a tiny pleased sound at the kiss, she tipped her head up to press into the crook of his neck as she closed her eyes.
How dearly she missed this. Missed him.
She kept most of their ‘activities’ in the shower to soft kisses and tender touches if only to make sure they didn’t end up staying in the apartment all day. More than anything, she wanted him to see the world now. How much it had progressed in some things even if it failed to shake its darker habits in other ways. Once they were both dressed, Diana eagerly pulled him out of the apartment. After she checked her phone one more time for a message from Bruce, dark eyes moved to glance over at Steve.
It wasn’t the first time she felt utterly awed by him. By just seeing him there, it felt like something was horribly wrong with the world had somehow been corrected. The corners of her lips lifted softly in a smile before she finally reminded herself she wanted to ask him a question. “What would you like to eat? I figure after we eat, we can get you a phone as well.”
Despite her words, Steve didn't apologize, especially when he could tell she wasn't serious. Then again, neither was he of course. Even if she had put on any weight whatsoever, he wouldn't have cared; but his words were nothing more than a teasing remark that produced just the effect he'd aimed for.
A lot about the bathroom caught Steve's attention, and he ended up asking about a number of things in there, particularly related to the taps and other fixtures. He finally shut up when they were both underneath the spray, focusing on cleaning himself up, even as he examined the plastic bottles with shampoo and washing soap, though in liquid form. It was all a little too fascinating.
And a little daunting too. If so little had him awed and confused already, he couldn't even begin to imagine what he would find once he was outside. That thought lingered at the back of his mind as she led them out of the apartment and onto the corridor, his gaze flickering to hers and his brows knitting together. "A telephone? Why do I need one? We're not even home yet." It seemed a little silly to carry something that big around when he had nowhere to wire it in, anyway.
She didn't mind the curiosity. If anything, Diana found it adorable. Especially when she could remember being quite the same with him but a century ago. It only added to the amusement when he reacted to the idea of a phone the way he did. Her lips curled into an amused smile as she peered at him, brow arched a little.
"So you can call me and find me whenever we're apart." She answered quietly, her hand pulling her own phone out as her free hand slid into the crook of Steve's arm gently. Leaning closer, she unlocked the device and held it out for him to look at it. "This is a phone now."
She meant for him to take it. To probably marvel at just what humans had learned to do in such a short span of time. "It is really a marvel when you consider all the things it can do."
That made absolutely no sense to him. Not at first, anyway. She wouldn't be home or somewhere with a telephone all the time after all, and even if she were, he wouldn't be able to just guess which extension he should ask for. So though her words were meant to answer his question, for a short while they only gave him more questions rather than answers.
And even as she offered up the small sleek device, it still didn't clarify a whole lot for him. His eyebrows knit together, his look utterly bewildered as he picked up the small object gingerly from her hand, almost as if he was afraid to break it somehow.
"You're joking," he said, his voice lilting and a huffed chuckle slipping past his lips. He stared at the screen, the bright image shining on the flat surface, though he didn't touch it. Mostly because he had no idea it would respond to touch alone. "You're joking with me, right? No way this is a telephone."
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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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This was about her own happiness. To selfishly grab on to something that made her feel this way... and she had no intentions of letting him go any time soon if ever. If only he wanted her that long. Those feelings and emotions were just enough to push her over the edge as he thrust into her sharper only for him to find his climax. The burn of desire flared sharply with his own pleasure as he emptied into her willing body.
"Steve!" Diana gasped and cried out his name as her body bowed up against him, muscles fluttering and tightly grasping at him as she found her own pleasure. Both arms wound about him as she shivered her way through her own orgasm, reveling in the sheer sweetness of their closeness.
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She was beautiful. The way she arched towards him, how she moved to meet him, the expression of pure bliss and pleasure that twisted her features... Steve felt breathless for entirely different reasons as he fixed his gaze on her face, tracing the lines of her jaw and cheeks with his eyes, his hand moving so his fingertips brushed across her features.
Tipping his head down, he kissed her deeply, though briefly as he was still breathless and couldn't quite keep going for that long. His lips lingered close to hers, though, even as he breathed in quiet short pants, his voice a soft whisper. "God, I love you so much, Diana..."
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Diana's body moved responsively to Steve's every touch and let the ripples of bliss smooth over her and part her lips or furrow her brow with the pleasure. How did it feel so amazing? How did it leave her feeling so boneless and happy? Opening her eyes against slowly, dark eyes caught sea blue and the corners of her lips pulled up in a beautiful smile that lit up her whole face.
A tiny giggle bubbled up as he leaned in for a kiss. A giggle that disappeared into the kiss that she poured all she had left into it, because this man? This man completed her. And she loved him with so much passion she could never kiss him with anything less than all of herself. Slipping her fingers into his hair, she drew in a breath as he pulled from the kiss. Her eyes flicked over his face only to brightenat his words. Her expression very well glowed with delight and pure adoration for the man over her. "I love you, Steve." She spoke the words with all the firmness of her resolve but still with all the gentleness of her affection for him.
A tiny playful flutter of light danced through her eyes and smile as she traced the side of his face with her fingers. "And you made it seem you were so tired earlier." Oh, she wasn't complaining... but she did love teasing him a little.
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"I never said I was tired," he pointed out, as she had been the one making that assumption. Which, to be fair, hadn't been entirely wrong. But for the most part, he'd just been lazy and sleepy, and as soon as he woke up a little more, it didn't take all that much to get him going, particularly considering who he had with her arms and legs all tangled up around him.
"Besides, I told you... above average," he said through a chuckle, grinning against her lips. His hips shifted again, a gasp spilling from his lips as he pushed into her again, his cock slowly softening inside her. "You are, too. You just... have a way with me."
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Her eyes lit up as he reprises that comment about being 'above average' before stealing another kiss from his lips sweetly. Something that made her writhe softly against him, her thighs clenching about his hips as he moved again. Dropping her head against the pillows, her lips parted to pant quietly for air. "Mm... I'm only above average?" Still playful, the words just came out a little breathless after he moved against her like that.
"I hope I always 'have a way' with you." Diana smiled brilliantly, before lightly tapping a fingertip against Steve's jaw before lifting an elegant brow at him. "Are you going to spend all day in bed or would you like to see the world you saved a hundred years later?"
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"You are definitely... much, much more than only above average," he clarified, words drawn out slowly as he kissed along the line of her jaw, nuzzling against her neck. "You exceed all expectations. You are beautiful and wonderful and..." He paused, humming thoughtfully. "Perfection itself."
Pulling back, he kissed her on the lips again, letting the contact linger for a while before drawing away. Finally, and with a bit of reluctance, he pulled out of her, letting out a strained gasp and taking a calm breath before he moved to sit up, reaching out to help her up too. "Come on. Let's get cleaned up."
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Returning that kiss, she smiled against his lips and even more as he drew away. If he thought she was perfect, she knew he was perfect for her. He always would be. Even when he had to pull away and leave her gasping, eyes fluttering closed from the loss of his warmth inside of her. Taking a short span to just catch her breath, she finally opened her eyes and found that hand proffered to her.
Sliding her hand into his, she let him help her to her up. Before he could get too far though, she gave him a playful look and moved forward to wrap her arms about his neck. "Think you're up for carrying me?" Not that she needed it. That likely would never be the case unless she was completely unconscious... but right now, she just wanted to delight in being close to him even if she had to ask for the unnecessary.
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Catching her hand, he pulled her into his lap, letting out a surprised breath and a soft laugh as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held onto him. "Guess it depends on how much weight you've put on lately," he couldn't help tease, pinching her side lightly before he wrapped his arms around her.
Slowly, he shifted on the mattress, until he could place his feet on the ground and carefully get up from the bed. She wasn't at all heavy, predictably, but then he knew he'd only have a hard time carrying her if she were to struggle, and he knew that wouldn't be the case right now. Shifting her weight comfortably in his arms, he kissed her on the cheek, then turned around so he could make his way towards the bathroom.
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Truthfully, she knew he’d try regardless of her weight. She certainly didn’t doubt that he could lift her pretty easily. Which he proved rather easily as he slipped them both off the bed and started for the bathroom. Humming a tiny pleased sound at the kiss, she tipped her head up to press into the crook of his neck as she closed her eyes.
How dearly she missed this. Missed him.
She kept most of their ‘activities’ in the shower to soft kisses and tender touches if only to make sure they didn’t end up staying in the apartment all day. More than anything, she wanted him to see the world now. How much it had progressed in some things even if it failed to shake its darker habits in other ways. Once they were both dressed, Diana eagerly pulled him out of the apartment. After she checked her phone one more time for a message from Bruce, dark eyes moved to glance over at Steve.
It wasn’t the first time she felt utterly awed by him. By just seeing him there, it felt like something was horribly wrong with the world had somehow been corrected. The corners of her lips lifted softly in a smile before she finally reminded herself she wanted to ask him a question. “What would you like to eat? I figure after we eat, we can get you a phone as well.”
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A lot about the bathroom caught Steve's attention, and he ended up asking about a number of things in there, particularly related to the taps and other fixtures. He finally shut up when they were both underneath the spray, focusing on cleaning himself up, even as he examined the plastic bottles with shampoo and washing soap, though in liquid form. It was all a little too fascinating.
And a little daunting too. If so little had him awed and confused already, he couldn't even begin to imagine what he would find once he was outside. That thought lingered at the back of his mind as she led them out of the apartment and onto the corridor, his gaze flickering to hers and his brows knitting together. "A telephone? Why do I need one? We're not even home yet." It seemed a little silly to carry something that big around when he had nowhere to wire it in, anyway.
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"So you can call me and find me whenever we're apart." She answered quietly, her hand pulling her own phone out as her free hand slid into the crook of Steve's arm gently. Leaning closer, she unlocked the device and held it out for him to look at it. "This is a phone now."
She meant for him to take it. To probably marvel at just what humans had learned to do in such a short span of time. "It is really a marvel when you consider all the things it can do."
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And even as she offered up the small sleek device, it still didn't clarify a whole lot for him. His eyebrows knit together, his look utterly bewildered as he picked up the small object gingerly from her hand, almost as if he was afraid to break it somehow.
"You're joking," he said, his voice lilting and a huffed chuckle slipping past his lips. He stared at the screen, the bright image shining on the flat surface, though he didn't touch it. Mostly because he had no idea it would respond to touch alone. "You're joking with me, right? No way this is a telephone."
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