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Steve would have gladly gotten lost in that kiss, that sudden closeness as she climbed onto his lap. Letting out a muffled gasp against her lips, he curled both arms around her waist, one pressing to the small of her back while the other held on tighter, drawing her as close to him as he could.

But the question was important, too. He needed to know. Needed to be sure she hadn't sacrificed too much only to get him back. Hopefully they would have time for all the kissing and holding and any further intimacies they wanted, but he needed to clear that out of the way first.

He listened to the story, not pressing for details when it came to battles or confrontations. She said enough to make some sense to him how she managed it. Well, 'sense' involved gods and mythical creatures, but he'd just have to get used to that reality. Not like he could deny their existence after all he had seen.

His brow furrowed slightly at her last words, arms loosening and hands resting at the small of her back as he tipped his head just enough to look at her in the eye. "He didn't tell you what he wanted in return?" Well, that was a bad idea if he ever heard one. "How do you know you'll be willing to do it?"

That line furrowed back into her brow when she felt his hold loosen. She knew the risk even when she had discussed at length what she would not do with the god. He agreed to the most basic of demands. No hurting mankind or the earth or forcing her to do something against the morality she lived by. He only hedged a little, but she had a feeling even if he dared to ask her something against that agreement, he would hear her out.

"I don't." She couldn't with one hundred percent accuracy say he wouldn't ask her to do something she refused. "But if he will not withdraw a request I refuse to do, I have beaten him before." And that battle had been grueling at best. Her greatest fear with denying whatever he asked was more of what could happen to Steve. But she would not speak of that now. "He cannot leave the underworld now. Or chooses not to." But he is the last of an extinct race as well.

Perhaps part of her pitied him for that.

"I promise you, it was not something I immediately and unconditionally agreed to." Because she knew Steve wouldn't approve of that. Not even for him. But it was also not what she stood for, and her morals were not something she would bend. Gods were immortal... it could be years or lifetimes before he finally called upon her to complete her side of the deal. And hopefully, Steve wouldn't have to deal with it when it did should it not go as easily as hoped. Well, anything he'd need her to do would likely not be easy, but more acceptable.

Cupping the side of his face, she spoke softly but firmly. "Please, believe in me. I will do what is right when that time comes." And do everything to protect him as well.

She spoke with determination, the same kind of determination he learned to expect from her even after only a few days together. Such a short time, in the grander scheme of things. Steve figured that didn't matter much, though. It wasn't really about how long he had known her. He would have never needed more time to know how he felt, to know how important she was— to the world, and to him. To recognize just how deeply he loved her.

A short time for him. A century for her. That had to be a good sign, at least. If hers had been a passing fancy, she would have long forgotten him and moved on. As much suffering as she likely endured all that while, he was selfishly glad that she never did.

"I know you will," he snaked an arm between them, and lifted a hand to brush his fingertips down the side of her face. "You'll always do the right thing." It was an absolute truth; that wasn't what he was worried about. What he was worried about was that Hades would demand a personal sacrifice of her. For her to stay in the underworld with him when time came, or that she give up her life, or her immortality. He knew her well enough to know she would make that sacrifice in a heartbeat.

He knew because he would make the very same sacrifice for her sake. But... there was no point worrying about it, not without knowing what the god might have in store for her. And now that he was here, and he had her in his arms, he wasn't really sure he'd be able to tell her to undo whatever she had done. Especially after all that she had gone through for him.

Those things he worried about had not crossed her mind. Probably because he was right. She would have traded any of those things for him even if in the grand scheme of things, she shouldn’t. But was being mortal so terrible if it meant that one life time with Steve could even end with him as well? But she didn’t want to think about the frailty of mortality, not when he was here again, close and warm and alive.

More time. To do those things he said people did when there was no war to go to or fight. To have the only person she wanted to be there when she would walk into an empty loft or hotel room. Someday she might even tell him just how much he’d impacted her life, but for now, she knew just knowing how long she’d wanted to see him again would just have to do for the time being.

“Thank you.” A smile graced her face and lit up her eyes warming them as she leaned into his touch to her face. There was a time he hadn’t, and it had so surprisingly broken her heart. However, much has changed since then and she could tell that he did believe in her. “I may have to call in a favor of my own if I want to get you to Paris with me.” Not that she wanted to really ask anything of Bruce Wayne, but she knew if anyone could make a person dead for over ninety years alive again he could.

But for now, she would worry about the immediate needs. “Do you need anything? Are you hungry? Do you need rest?” Her brow once more furrowed as she ticked off things that Steve might want or need in that moment. Not that she knew what he would need right now. “Perhaps you need to move around?” Not that she savored the idea of untangling herself from him, but she would if he needed to get up.

It wasn't that he didn't believe in her, back then. Just that she had been too innocent in a lot of ways, too naïve. Thinking that things could ever be so simple and easy, so black and white as to kill one single bad person and hope to put an end to war and conflict. It broke his heart that she had to see and learn the truth the way she had, and maybe that had been the reason why he had bit back the urge to say anything for their first few days together. An urge to preserve her spirit, her purpose, her heart.

But he had always believed in her. He had always known she would do the right thing, even if it seemed crazy or completely unrealistic. He had never seen someone with as unwavering a strength of will as her, and if there was one thing he was sure of, was that she would always, always find a way.

He was living proof of that— being here, well and breathing and in her arms again.

"And you have someone to do you that kind of favor?" It shouldn't surprise him in the least. She likely had made her fair share of contacts and friendships, connections that helped her establish herself in this world. She likely had a lot more reach and influence than he could even begin to imagine.

He sighed at the question, letting out a low hum as he tilted his head and let his forehead settle against her shoulder. "A shower... a shower would be nice." He knew he wasn't dirty right now, but the hot water would relax his muscles a whole lot, and he could use that right now. And maybe part of him still felt like he was covered in grime and dirt and gunpowder. Even if he knew that was just his mind playing tricks on him.

"I do, actually. And he owes me for helping him out." Not that she truly asked for anything in return for taking on Doomsday. And honestly, she found that picture he found for her far more precious than any 'favor'. But more than anything, the statement was in teasing. If she were fair about it, it would be her owing him one for this. Not that she felt Bruce Wayne was actually keeping score.

Smiling at him softly, she slipped her finger into his hair as he lowered his head to her shoulder. Gently curling her fingers into the dark gold strands, she let her eyes fall closed. Yes, she remembered this texture and the way it slipped through her fingers. Tipping her head closer, she pressed a kiss to the side of his head before nuzzling at the shell of his ear. Though the memories had faded about the edges, he felt and smelled so intensely familiar and her body and heart ached just to regain that familiarity once more.

But she would not withhold from him the simple pleasure of a shower. In fact, the idea of him wanting something so easy made her smile further into his hair. "Then you shall have it." Even if she didn't want to release him from her hold just yet. "I should likely look into getting us some food as well. I have not been very good at keeping food here." Not when she'd been busy traveling into the darker parts of Greece to find hidden places that the normal human could not find.

Though, she should change that as she wasn't sure how long it would take Bruce to set Steve up with a new life. Nor did she want to try and smuggle him across borders either. "Would you like food ready when you are done? Or would you--" Her voice fell away as she felt the light tremor at the offer she nearly gave so freely. It was forward of her, and really, she had always been so with him. So why should she stop now? "Would you like me to join you?" She had cleaned up recently. More so because she didn't wish for him to wake up to her being battle worn and filthy. Only Steve could make her that aware of herself and so tangled up in emotions at that.

"Well, I am stuck here for the time being, so I guess I'll leave all that to you." Not like he could do much to help in this situation. This time he was the foreigner, the one out of place (and out of time, too), and she the one with the knowledge and connections to do what needed to be done. And he did trust her to handle all that on her own.

If she needed anything from him, he was sure she'd ask. Until then, he didn't mind waiting. He honestly couldn't care less where he was, so long as he was with her.

He wasn't in any particular rush to let her go, either, and though he sighed and nodded in agreement, his arms wrapped presently around her waist. He didn't want to pull away, even though he knew he had to if he really was to take that shower. Which... he definitely meant to. He was just lacking the motivation at the moment. That was, until she posed that question after a moment's pause.

Ah, yes, there was his motivation.

"Yes," he answered almost too promptly, tipping his head up to look at her. Fingers splayed, he pressed his hands to her back, sliding them up slowly, as he tipped his head up and pressed a trail of slow kisses up the column of her neck. "I'd like that very... very much."

A soft laugh escaped her, the exhale of breath ruffling his hair as she finally lifted her head off of his. "It is now my turn to take care of you." She knew he would establish himself easily enough once he started to learn. After living in this world for as long as she has on top of watching him work before, she understood the necessity now for adaptability and blending in that a spy would need. Regardless, she would help him every step of the way, however she could until then.

What she really hadn't accounted for was how sensitive she would be to his touch. The slide of his hands even through fabric sent thrills along her spine causing her to breathe in suddenly, arching lightly under his hands until her spine curved just a bit. Lashes lowered to brush her cheeks while lips parted to take a slow, carefully controlled breath.

She was so caught up in that touch, and how it felt that it took her a moment to realize he was looking up at her. Blinking her eyes open, she felt a rush of warmth over her skin as she found those impossibly sea blue eyes on her only to be followed but the movement of his head to leave a trail with his lips on her neck. Once more her eyes closed, her hands moving to cup either side of his neck, thumbs brushing over the line of his jaw slowly.

If he truly wanted that shower, this was not a way to get to the bathroom much less even out of the bed. The haze of warmth was laying thick on her mind, making it hard to focus beyond where their bodies made contact. "Then.. you might want to stop. Otherwise we'll never get to the shower."

She was right, of course. If he really wanted to get into that shower anytime soon, he should be stopping what he was doing, let his hands move away from her and force himself to put some distance between them. Not like they were short on time, right now, and neither of them were going anywhere. And yet...

He didn't pull away. Couldn't. It felt that now he had her this close again, he couldn't bring himself to part from her. Even if he knew it would be a brief thing. His hands pressed more presently against her back instead, keeping her close, and he made absolutely no move to stop what he was doing.

"The shower can wait," he breathed warmly against her skin, lips latching briefly onto her neck as he kept mouthing along her throat. "I mean— it can, right? We'll still have hot water later on?"

Her fingers stretched out a little, smoothing the tips over his cheek in a means of not gripping onto him when that shock of sensation rolled up her spine. A sharp breath was taken as he pressed firmer into her back. And even if she thought she might melt under that feeling of his breath on her skin, she still laughed breathlessly at his words. "There will, don't worry. We can wait."

Smiling widely, she pressed her fingers into his hair and tangled them there as she tipped her head back to bare her neck for him. It felt like the first time all over again, but also like relearning what it felt like to be touched and adored like this. She'd really not wanted to feel that way again. Not when all she could close her eyes and think of was Steve and how she didn't want to make that memory any more distant than it already was.

Letting her eyes fall closed, she let out a soft sound before pulling his head back with her fingers tangled in his hair. Dark eyes caught his for a moment, she cupped his head and leaned in to press her lips to his. At first soft, but soon she pressed deeper, licking into his mouth and claiming him all over again. She missed him so much...

Well, it was a valid concern. It wasn't like he knew enough about technology in this day and age yet to know what kind of water heating systems were used, or how they worked. Not that he ever lacked access to hot water, either in America or Europe (barring devastated war zones), but there was still a limit to how much water exactly he had access to in one go.

So it was good to know that wasn't something he needed to keep in mind, especially since he wanted to keep his focus entirely on other things. Such as the taste of her skin, the warmth of her body as he held her closer, her weight as she shifted slightly on top of him.

Nipping his way up her throat, he mouthed along her jaw, lips parting from her skin with a soft gasp as she gripped his hair and pulled his head back. Not that he was about to complain about that— far from it, even. His own gaze was darker as she leaned down and slotted their mouths together, feeling slightly overwhelmed by how much surer she seemed with each of her actions. But he did like her taking the reins, so he focused on following her lead, his lips parting easily and responsively as he let out a hum of surprise at the feel of her tongue pushing into his mouth. He met her halfway without much prompting, though, swiping his tongue past her lips and licking into her mouth.

The feeling of his returning that kiss and the slide of his tongue into her mouth were enough to take her breath away. Easing her hold on his hair, she smoothed her hands down his neck and along the line of his back slowly. She just wanted to feel his warmth under her skin and all of the muscles and lines of his body that she only barely remembered not many days ago.

Sighing softly as she pulled out of the kiss, she opened her eyes just a little to look at him quietly. Lifting one of her hands back to his face, Diana gently slipped her fingertips over his cheek, along the shell of his ear and down the line of his neck. Breathing in slowly, she held his gaze while moving both hand sup to catch the ponytail holder and slipped it down the length of her hair to let the dark tresses fall around her shoulders and sweep over his cheeks.

Dropping the tied off to the side without thought, she smiled as she touched her forehead to his. "I've missed you so much." Diana's whisper spilled over his lips as she placed light butterfly kisses to his lips before letting her lips trail down his cheek and jaw softly. Pressing a lingering kiss to the spot just under his ear, she drew the tip of her tongue over the line of his pulse gently.

If there was any soreness left in him, he had a feeling it would be gone before long. The way she kissed him only spread warmth through him faster, each of her touches adding to a state of arousal that only grew more intense with each passing moment. His fingers flexed on her back again, lightly fisting the fabric of her shirt, until finally he tugged it up just enough to free it from the waistband of her skirt.

The kiss broke with a soft gasp from him, lips parted as he closed his eyes and tipped his head, forehead resting close to hers. He opened his eyes just in time to see her free her hair, and he smiled faintly, gaze warm as he watched her. God, she was beautiful. Exactly as he remembered her, too. Not that he would have cared even if her appearance had changed, so long as she was the same person.

"I'm here now." A little late, but... well, not by his own choosing. Eyelids fell slowly and he let his head fall to the side, exposing his jaw and neck to her, as her mouth traveled across skin. Slowly his hands moved the fabric of her shirt, fingers slipping underneath it, faintly surprised when he realized she wasn't wearing any underwear. Not the kind he was expecting, at least. Still, that didn't stop his fingertips from drawing up her back, tracing bare skin. "Diana..."

Diana's back arched just a little as she felt the fabric slip free. For a moment she just pressed close to him and enjoyed the feeling of Steve close before she kissed his neck again, teeth grazing the skin gently before sucking on it lightly. It was slow and careful, but only because it was more experimental than anything else. Because she liked to touch him, to feel his touch against her skin. And this too... tasting his skin.

Breathing in slowly at those words, she paused to wrap her arms about him and hold him closer just for a moment. "You're here now... That's what matters." Dipping in closer, she kissed his eyelids with a sweet featherlight touch. Slowly unwinding from him, she caught the fabric of her own shirt and peeled it off to drop it on the floor. The bra was certainly nothing he would have seen before, so she had a small just slightly amused smile on her lips as she leaned in to place a quick kiss on his lips.

Taking his hands, she drew them up her back to the clasp and left them there before once more catching his lips in a kiss. Licking and nipping at his lips, she slipped her hands down his chest to start pulling his shirt up, curling the fabric in her fingers so she could press her hands under the fabric, fingers splaying across warm skin finally.

Every touch of her lips and teeth sent a jolt of pleasure down his spine, making his hairs stand on end. His eyes closed and he breathed in slowly, trying to keep his mind clear even if he knew it was a pointless struggle at this point. When she pulled away from him, he flicked his eyes to her, watching in stunned silence as she took off her shirt.

And yes, the bra was indeed a strange and altogether new thing for him, but he was quick to figure out what it was. Times had changed, was all. This must be only one of the many things that had changed while he had been gone. His hands settled near the clasp, but he didn't get to undoing it immediately, first letting his fingertips trace the hem along to her sides, then backing up to draw along the straps, tugging on them just enough that they fell down her shoulders. Then he reached back to the clasp, thumb hooking underneath it as he studied the piece with only his touch, trying to understand how it worked before he made himself look like a complete idiot by trying to undo it and failing miserably.

His thoughts got a little derailed when her hands slipped underneath his shirt, though, and he let out a soft gasp at the touch to bare skin. It was enough to send a rush of impatience tingling through him, and he started working at the clasp of her bra. He knew he was going at it a little too rushed to be able to manage, so he stopped a moment and took a slow breath, then calmly worked the hooks until he managed to free them from the eyes. And maybe he felt mildly pleased with himself, but that was easily drowned out by the eager excitement as he pulled back and drew the bra down her arms, watching her exposed figure, wanting to commit every inch of her to memory all over again.

She paid attention to his touch, how he managed to puzzle it out while also taking his time to touch her in ways that made her shiver. A smile pulled at her lips even against his and she almost laughed as she felt the straps fall off of her shoulders. She had no intentions of rushing him, rather, she wanted to take some time. If anything to just feel him and reacquaint his form to her hands.

Nipping at his lower lip, Diana drew her nails over the skin of his abdomen softly before pressing her palms to his stomach and pushing his shirt up his body. Pulling away from his lips she felt the release of the bra and couldn't help giving him a half smile before removing her hands from under his shirt to let him pull the bra off. Leaning in closer, she pressed a kiss to his brow then nuzzled against the hairline.

"I think you're over dressed." Her voice came out a soft sort of tease before she leaned back to run her eyes over him. She never could pinpoint any one feature she loved most about him, except perhaps the vibrant blue of his eyes. They reminded her of home twice over and made her heart beat faster with how they traveled over her skin like they did now. "Would you mind?" Her eyes lit up with teasing as one set of fingertips tugged at the hem of his shirt even as the other slid her bra off the bed away from them.

He couldn't simply pick one feature of hers that he liked more. He loved everything about her, virtues and flaws alike, and while he liked to think it wouldn't have mattered to him even if she weren't the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, still he couldn't find a single thing with her body that wasn't absolute perfection. A work or art made by gods themselves— that had never been as appropriate a thought as right now.

Completely distracted by having her bare in his lap, he looked up with near surprise when she spoke up, but complied easily and quickly enough. Grabbing at the hem of his own shirt, he tugged it up his torso, taking it off and tossing it to the floor with no care as to where it landed.

His hands settled on her sides and he leaned in, mouthing down her neck and along her collarbone, fingertips brushing and drawing smooth lines up her torso and back. There was no rush now, and no weight of war on their shoulders or their minds. They had all the time in the world to explore each other, to relearn what they both felt like, to memorise every curve of their bodies, every patch of skin. Steve sure planned on taking his time.

The look of surprise made her smile. Where she normally didn't fall care for the attention to her looks, she liked seeing Steve look at her that way. All that mattered was that it was him. However, she couldn't say she was much better as she watched Steve pull his shirt off and throw it aside. Dark eyes ran over his shoulders and chest down to his stomach and a sudden smile pulled at her lips. Steve once described himself as 'above average'. At the time that meant so little to her. Now she understood what he meant at the time even if Diana considered that as a bit of an understatement.

Though, her thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind when his hands moved to her sides. A breath left her in a rush as his lips pressed against her neck and gods, it felt amazing. A light sound escaped her as his fingers traveled over her back, her spine arching under them. "Steve..."

Shivering, her hands trailed over his arms, along the biceps and curled over his shoulders. Leaning into him, she pressed her lips to his hairline before nuzzling into the soft strands. Part of her wanted to push him to go faster. To speed things up and just feel everything all at once again. But at the same time she liked this. The slow progression of relearning him and how he felt against her. Or how he made her heart flutter just by being so close to Steve.

Pressing closer, Diana made sure her chest pressed to his as her thighs clenched about his hip with that sudden rush that came with the contact. Wrapping her arms about him, her fingertips pressed into his shoulders and back as she took her time to roll her hips languidly against his lap.

Her skin tasted like a dream, and he let out a low hum as he mouthed down her neck, tongue pressing and lapping at the warm flesh. He nipped lightly and sucked a little, but never hard enough to leave a mark— not that he thought it'd linger for that long on her skin, even if he managed to do it.

His lips broke from her skin with an audible gasp when she pressed closer and rolled her hips against him. In his sitting position, though, he couldn't move back against her like he wanted to, which was admittedly frustrating. So, kissing at her shoulder softly, he moved his hands down to her waist to lift her up just enough that he could fold his legs and sit on his knees instead, not wanting her to move too far. He figured she'd catch on to what he was trying to do easily enough.

He tugged her closer again and back into his lap right after, one hand curling on her hip while the other trailed farther up her side. He tipped his head up and kissed her lips softly, as he reached her chest and cupped her breast, thumb swiping slowly across her nipple.

A soft mewling sound left her as she pressed a hand up his spine to cup the back of his neck. Each little attention to her neck felt a little like fire dancing over the skin or the quiet tingle of electricity. It felt more than amazing even if she had hoped he would be a little rougher and leave those marks. Not that she would complain, just having him touch her again was more than she ever thought she’d have. And there was actually time for other things later. That thought alone made something quiver with excitement inside. This wasn’t a onetime thing like before.

Turning her head, she nipped at his ear as he pulled away from her skin. The soft notion of a smile pulled at her lips as she started to kiss just behind his ear, biting lightly at the skin of his neck just under it. Releasing the skin as he lifted her, she took a stumbling breath and slowly realized what he was trying to do. Pressing one more kiss to his temple, she pushed up from his lap and shifted with his movements so he could rearrange his legs. It crossed her mind she should shed the rest of her clothes, but before she could, he pulled her back to him again.

And all the coherent thought left her with the trailing of his hands and the press of his lips. Leaning into the kiss, she kept it soft and slow until his hands found her breasts. Gasping against his lips, she couldn’t help but press closer to him. Another sweet sound got lost against his lips as she rolled against him again, just wanting as much contact as she could get from him right then. She needed him. She needed him so badly right then and she couldn’t truly define how other than saying in every way she could have him.

She could leave all the marks she wanted on his skin. He may have been brought back from the dead, granted, but he was still very much human, and his skin would bear marks and take its time to heal. And these kinds of marks, he definitely didn't mind having, something she likely could tell by the way he gasped softly at the bite to that spot behind his ear.

He really couldn't bring himself to put the necessary distance between them to take off the rest of their clothes. They'd have to eventually, but right now he wanted nothing more than this closeness between them, to feel her warm, solid body against his, her weight all too present on his lap. His fingertips brushed over her nipple again, catching the hardened nub lightly between his fingers, toying with it, as if testing for a reaction.

His other hand moved lower, touching her bare leg, then snaking up her thigh, the fabric of her skirt hiking up to her waist in the process. He found only a flimsy piece of underwear as he cupped her backside, which was as surprising as the bra itself had been— but a very nice kind of surprising. He moaned softly into the kiss, his hips lifting upwards so he pressed himself more solidly between her legs.

One thing she did notice different about him was the lack of scars from before. Likely from the war and whatever things he must have been through in his life. And where part of her felt a little bit of loss for those, she also figured such a small price for having him back was worth it. Every touch and caress was so worth every trial she faced to get him here. Even having the chance to talk with him again was more than she ever had hope for.

Because she didn't even have the solace of knowing she could join him again in death because aside from being killed, she would not know death. And maybe it was that thought that pushed her to move a little more insistently as she deepened the kiss and licked into his mouth, tasting him and tracing the lines of his mouth as her hands moved to cup his face in her hands.

Sucking on his tongue softly, she released it with a sudden gasp as his hands played with her nipples, taking a moment just to let the ripple of delight that coursed through her before pressing back against his lips and kissing him again, teeth catching at his lips. When his other hand pushed up her skirt to cup the curve of her rear, the muscle tightened with tension before relaxing with a delicate shiver under his hand. Pushing her fingers into his hair, she tangled it there tight and firm with the press of his body into hers.

The kiss broke this time, Diana gasping out a breathless sound while trying to press back into him with pure need. Trying to catch her breath, she dropped her head down to his shoulder a moment and moaned softly as her hips ground languidly against him.

The complete lack of marks was something that hadn't quite sank in yet, for Steve. He'd take a while to get used to that, to looking at himself in the mirror and seeing flawless and unmarred skin, as if he hadn't been battered, burnt, cut and shot at a multitude of times. As if he hadn't lived through a war— and died in one, too. He wasn't quite sure yet whether he liked that or not, but one way or the other, he got to be alive and with Diana again, so everything else paled in comparison. Nothing was as important as this— as her.

He let out a breathless groan when she gripped his hair tight, closing his eyes a moment as he wetted his parted lips. The way she moved against him was slowly driving him mad with desire, and closer to the brink of impatience, of wanting more yet not wanting to wait or drag the moment for even longer.

They could take their time, it was true. But that only meant that they didn't need to take their time right now, when they'd have plenty of opportunity for that later.

One hand catching at her waist, he flipped them around on the bed, so that Diana was lying on her back, his hips slotted between her legs. His elbow sank to the mattress next to her, while his other hand curled around her thigh, hoisting it up as he started to move at a slow but present pace, the bulge in his trousers pressed hard against her with each firm roll of his hips, a moan spilled against the curve of her neck. "God, Diana... I want you."

Her body tensed on impulse when she felt that push to her body and the beginnings of her position shifting. The first reaction was the resist, but quickly after her muscles relaxed and her body rolled with his urging. Because even of instinct told her it was a disadvantage, her dark eyes found his and all of that seemed to ease. He made her feel safe. Like the world was finally set right on its axis yet again.

And when he pushed her down into the mattress, she couldn't stop her back from arching and a soft sound escaping from her lips. Breathing in deeply, she kept her gaze on his faze, already dark eyes almost black as her pupils dilated. The muscles of her thighs flexed, hardening under his touch before melting with the push and pull of molding into his form as he rocked into her.

Dropping her head back, she cried out lowly, her lashes fluttering down to dust her cheeks. Lifting up to meet him, she wrapped her arms about him, nails and fingertips digging into his shoulders. "Then you should not hold back." Diana's words were low, filled with promise and invitation as she turned her head to kiss along his jaw, only to nip at it just below the ear. "I am already yours." As he was hers.

Steve was very easy and pliant to her touches and shifts, as she would find out with very little effort. He gave into a sudden urge that overtook him just then, but if she wanted to take the reins and lead, he was all too happy to go along— as always. If anything the thought of her taking the lead excited him quite a lot.

For now, though, he was glad for the freedom to move that this position allowed. Moaning softly as she arched her body to meet his with each slow roll of his hips. She was already his— it was almost crazy to know that it was true, that she meant it. And he, of course, belonged to her. He always had. He'd go so far as to say that went all the way back to when she'd pulled him out of that airplane.

Pressing his hips down and lingering for a few good seconds, he finally pulled away, biting back a whine of complaint at the distance put between them. It was necessary, at least for a little while. He dropped his hands to his own waist and quickly undid his trousers, struggling with the fabric for a moment before he managed to tug them and his underwear down and past his hips, then off his legs entirely, tossing both items across the floor.

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