[ once she's somewhat dry—one leg and her belly happens to be—she drops the towel and tilts her head as she studies the box. diana doesn't feel shy, even though she had been with him during their first time in veld and their first time just recently, but that familiar sense of being home has her confident and very secure.
and she might like his eyes on her.
what flavour would she like that wouldn't intrude on his potential preferred popsicle? she's never had this conundrum before. she'd had weapons to share and pelts to pass around in themyscira, but she's never had to share anything with a man in such a long time (and the first man she had shared anything with happens to be standing before her once more). ]
Hm. I think I will take the red. [ she smiles at him. it reminds her of her armour. ] It's my colour and flavour.
Breaking into the box of popsicles is harder than it needs to be, since he can't seem to stop looking at her to actually focus on what he's doing. But eventually he manages it, flimsy cardboard can't stand up to him. Steve does have to tear his eyes away though to select the correct color treats though. Red for her and purple for him because he's intrigued by this so called grape flavor.
After unwrapping both, he hands one to her, holding his in the air.]
[ if he was her, she would've licked her popsicle to check that the flavour was what she had assumed. even now, after all these years, steve remains somewhat innocent. it's attractive and kindly balances out her need to be wild and unpredictable.
taking the cardboard box from him so he doesn't need to perform any tricks to hold it, she smiles at him. ]
Thank you.
[ rather than take the popsicle from him, she lowers her head and takes it into her mouth. she hums loudly, finding the taste sweet, and slowly pulls her mouth off of it to lick the top. ]
[Is it possible to die again from Diana giving him a heart attack? Poor Steve, about to find out.
She's managed to distract him from staring at the rest of her body in any case. In fact his eyes stay fixed on her face, especially her mouth for several moments.]
[ diana is hardly the naive girl who had left themyscira and found everything wonderful and awe-inspiring of his world. she's lived, she's cried, and she's most definitely seduced her fair share of men and women over the years since steve. she knows what she's doing, even though she wears a rather innocent expression.
she smiles, reaching out to touch his arm. he's still holding the popsicle for her. ]
I think you're sweet and I like you. Is that good enough of an answer?
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and she might like his eyes on her.
what flavour would she like that wouldn't intrude on his potential preferred popsicle? she's never had this conundrum before. she'd had weapons to share and pelts to pass around in themyscira, but she's never had to share anything with a man in such a long time (and the first man she had shared anything with happens to be standing before her once more). ]
Hm. I think I will take the red. [ she smiles at him. it reminds her of her armour. ] It's my colour and flavour.
[ she'll still let him lick it. ]
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Breaking into the box of popsicles is harder than it needs to be, since he can't seem to stop looking at her to actually focus on what he's doing. But eventually he manages it, flimsy cardboard can't stand up to him. Steve does have to tear his eyes away though to select the correct color treats though. Red for her and purple for him because he's intrigued by this so called grape flavor.
After unwrapping both, he hands one to her, holding his in the air.]
Cheers.
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taking the cardboard box from him so he doesn't need to perform any tricks to hold it, she smiles at him. ]
Thank you.
[ rather than take the popsicle from him, she lowers her head and takes it into her mouth. she hums loudly, finding the taste sweet, and slowly pulls her mouth off of it to lick the top. ]
It's very sweet.
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She's managed to distract him from staring at the rest of her body in any case. In fact his eyes stay fixed on her face, especially her mouth for several moments.]
Uh, good. That's good. Very... good.
[What are they even talking about again?]
Do you like sweet?
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she smiles, reaching out to touch his arm. he's still holding the popsicle for her. ]
I think you're sweet and I like you. Is that good enough of an answer?