[ diana slides her slacks down her legs and steps out of them, standing in front of him in her black lace panties and her blouse. she smiles at him from over her shoulder. truthfully, a large photograph of his face would be too much. steve liked things small—and he was humble; she's glad she remembered that right.
beginning to undo the buttons of her blouse from the bottom up, she twists to face him. she wants to see him blush. ]
You have a very handsome face, Steve. You're more handsome than I remember.
Are you trying to make me blush? I haven't done that since I was a kid, you know.
( that wasn't completely true. he'd blushed a few times around her before, brief as they were. but, she had that power to see through him and to say things and ask things that just slipped right past his defenses and made him feel like a teenager again. )
I don't know, I think I look older than I should. I'm pretty sure I saw some new wrinkles and I tried to convince myself that some of the color in my hair was, in fact, not grey but...sunbleached blonde that wasn't quite there.
[ she'll just call it right out, looking at him and standing on the tips of her toes as her blouse falls open. shrugging it off, she stands in her bra and panties. walking over to him, she stands before him and cards her hands roughly through his thick hair. ]
It makes you look distinguished and alive. [ that last word hits harder than she'd like, but she keeps a smile on her face and her fingers in his hair. was his hair always this soft and thick? she loathes that she can't remember. ]
( he swallows hard, unsure if it's because she's nearly naked in front of him or it's because she's touching him. maybe it's a bit of both.
whatever it is, he can't stop his eyes from falling shut and he can't stop himself from leaning into her hands. he should be looking at her and gawking at her but he can't.
he just can't stop from sinking into the feeling that he's alive and he's there with her. )
I'm alive. I am alive.
( he says it like he's convincing himself of that fact. he knows that maybe he shouldn't be and he can't really figure out why he's here but he's here. )
[ as much as diana wants him to look up at her and smile, she keeps her fingers in his hair and roughs it up gently, waiting for this to pass. it's a key, triggering word that makes her heart stop and her breath leap into her throat as well.
steve is alive. she wished for him to be alive. perhaps this is the universe rewarding her for everything she's done, all the sacrifices she's made. she'd like to think it's the gods peering down at her and saying that she deserves to be happy.
gaze gentle, she brushes her fingers through his hair and glides her nails gently against his scalp. ]
( he hasn't really allowed himself to think about the whole alive bit because he doesn't know how. he doesn't want to think too hard about it because he thinks that, if someone notices, they'll take it back and he won't be able to see her again.
his voice sounds a little strained and rough to his own ears and he doesn't want to ruin their time together with his emotions.
so, he pushes them aside and opens his eyes, tilting his head up and peering at her. )
[ just in case that wasn't obvious by her gentle touch and a soft smile. she peers down at him fondly, not wanting to blink lest she find he disappears before her very eyes. she's had those visions before, where mirages appear just out of reach and disappear the moment she pelts her way towards it.
lips curving upward, she smirks. ]
Do you want me to put on the suit? Or would you prefer I stay as I am? [ she's a little hopeful he'll opt for the latter. there's more fun to be had with her half-dressed and his attention on her. what does his gaze feel like on her naked body? that's one thing the war and life itself hadn't given her the chance to experience. ]
( trailing off, steve reaches up and slips one hand around her waist, trying to bring her closer so he can press his cheek against her stomach. her skin is warm and he can feel it seep into his skin.
he's alive. he repeats that over and over in his head, tells himself that this isn't some dream that he's having. this isn't a hallucination.
he's alive and so is she. )
I think I like you like this. Everyone gets to see you in the suit but not everyone gets to see you like this.
i will be the most beautiful tiny gremlin of them all!
[ a few have, but diana doesn't think that matters. loneliness is something she hadn't been accustomed to until she had travelled from themyscira and had lost each and every one of her beloved friends. as they had moved on, she had to as well. she prefers his eyes and his hands on her naked skin.
her hands slide around his hair to cup the back of his neck, holding him to her belly. he's warm against her skin and she wants to leech that from him forever. she wants him to be the only one who sees her out of the suit and out of her day to day clothes. ]
( there's no way that steve's going to let this chance pass him by. he knows now that tomorrow isn't promised and he has to take advantage of today. he doesn't know if he'll wake up tomorrow and this will all be gone.
he doesn't know if he's going to wake up and just see darkness and know that he's left her alone. again. so, he's going to touch her and he's going to make sure he doesn't stop touching her until he can't.
steve keeps his cheek against her stomach and wraps his arms around her, sliding one of his hands up the expanse of her bare back, sighing at how good that feels. )
i will sound like a beautiful chipmunk and you will be jealous, mafia boss
[ veld, germany, that first war among many that have come and will come for her had left them no time. she hates that she had no time. over and over she's wished for more opportunities to slow dance in the snow and listen to charlie sing and go shopping with etta to only be gasped and complimented and then insulted for how she wears even a potato sack well. she has had so much time, yet she feels like none of it has been hers to truly possess.
so, now, she thinks she can possess this time like how her hands slide possessively into his hair and hold him against her. arching away from his hands for a moment (she's not used to the pressure of hands on her back), she relaxes and inhales deeply to only let it out. he's still here, even with that breath. ]
Your hands are very warm.
[ just as warm as they once were, but she keeps that to herself. ]
( because he wondered. he wondered if, due to whatever force had brought him back, he'd be colder. he was alive, he can feel his heart beating but he knows he had died. he'd died and been lost so wouldn't it make sense for something to be different.
but she says his hands are warm and he's glad of that. he thinks she wouldn't say anything if he wasn't but he's glad that he still feels...right.
he nuzzles her stomach, closing his eyes and reveling in the quiet intimacy. steve wants to do more, of course, but this still feels new and he can't stop himself from sinking into it. )
[ quietly, diana laughs as he nuzzles her stomach. ] That's ticklish. [ but it isn't an invitation or request that he stop.
it's nice to feel that again. diana hasn't felt light in years, not since etta died, at least. she had been the last bright light of that time in the world and she had been angry and beside herself when that light had been extinguished. ]
I didn't know what to think. I still don't know what to think. They never told me stories about things like this on Themyscira. I never thought this was even possible.
[ and if those stories existed, both her mother and aunt ensured they'd never wash up on her shores. sometimes diana wonders just how much was kept from her out of fear of what would happen next. ]
Yeah, you and me both on that one. Trust me, I didn't expect to...be here. Ever again.
( steve doesn't want to drag down the mood but it's the truth. confusion swirls inside of him and though he tries to ignore it and push it aside so he can be happy that he's here, that he's with her. )
I don't think this is something they tell anyone. It's not supposed to be possible.
( but steve's found that...a lot of things are possible when he's around her. )
I think Hades can bring people back, but I never asked. He could never give a straight answer.
[ the god of the underworld surely is some god of life and death. persephone is mere proof of that, a living, glowing being who seems to thrive in the darkness of the underworld more than she does in the spring. she feels like she's hades, having brought steve—her persephone—from some light back to the dark.
diana wonders if her true family lineage, her paternal relatives, would overwhelm steve. everything did in 1918. she liked that anything and everything seemed wonderful to him. ]
[ diana laughs and sucks in her stomach, but she doesn't move away or pull his head from her, either. relaxing, she enjoys the pressure and warmth of his mouth on her skin and closes her eyes. nothing can ruin this moment; not time, not space, not even the distance between their lives. he fits perfectly into 1984, just as he should. ]
They wrote many stories about you after the war. I made sure of it.
[ sameer, chief, charlie, and even etta had little pieces written about them. diana had ensured that they were not forgotten by time. ]
They should have been writing stories about you. You did all the heavy lifting.
( he'd saved today, she'd saved the world and even in his absence, he knows she'd continued to do that because she was diana prince and that was what she did.
he pulls his mouth away from her and peers up, blinking at her and trying not to feel blinded by her beauty. it's a romantic cliche, he knows, but for her, it's true. )
[ and planes have haunted her ever since, giving her a hope that's intangible and hopeless.
brushing her fingers in what she hopes is in comfort through his hair, she peers down at him and smiles softly, then shakes her head. ] You saved the day so that the tomorrow and tomorrow's tomorrow could be saved. The people you saved were able to go on and help many others.
[ by her, chief, sameer, charlie, etta, others. she knows there's a few others like her out there, some making newspaper headlines, some merely being on page twelve. because of steve's sacrifice, others were able to live and do so much good. ]
You didn't just fly a plane, Steve. You know that.
or maybe i'm a libra!!! i don't know what that means but MAYBE
I did what I had to do. We should stop talking about me when you're literally in your underwear in front of me.
( that's what they should be talking about if they're going to talk at all. he pulls her in closer and presses an open mouthed kiss to her hip just above her panties. he breathes her in, memorizing her smell before he peers up at her again. )
I don't want to save anyone right now. I just want to be here with you. I just want to be selfish.
( he thinks that's allowed for the both of them at this point in time. )
you're a sag, they're the worst and so are you 💖
[ considering she hasn't been selfish in many, many years, she thinks that's more than reasonable. doesn't the universe owe her? hasn't she been told by so many that good will come if she earns it? no shortcuts. antiope had told her good things comes to those who wait, especially those who are very, very impatient.
and diana's impatient.
moving her hands from his hair to his shoulders, she grips them gently and moves to straddle him, sitting perched on his lap so he can't fly away nor be taken away from her. ]
Then be here with me. [ she smiles kindly, hands moving up to the back of his neck. then, she laughs lightly, ] In my underwear. Do you like it? It's very different to what I wore in Veld.
[ she kind of didn't wear any except for her armour shorts. ]
( he remembers what she'd worn in veld and while he'd liked that, he likes this too. he really likes this especially since she's sitting astride him and she definitely hadn't done that in veld.
he bites his bottom lip and looks her over from head to toe and back again before he nods. )
You're making me feel a little overdressed but that doesn't mean I want you to get up.
( he grabs for her hips to make her stay right where she was. )
I can stay overdressed. ( with a quiet sigh, steve leans forward and presses his lips to her shoulder. )
[ although, she does want him to be undressed eventually. right now, she'll enjoy how his mouth feels on her shoulder. is it wrong of her to want to enjoy his attention on her right now? if he's undressed, then she knows she'll be all over him, making him turn into putty beneath her.
tilting her head to the side, she lifts her hand away from his shoulder to brush her hair away from where his mouth could possibly travel. his lips are warm and his mouth is wet, and it's better than her imagining it. ]
Just for now. [ she slides her hands over his clothed shoulders and to his chest. ]
( just for now. he doesn't take the time to agree with her because that would mean pulling his mouth away from her shoulder.
instead, his mouth slides its way up her neck, tongue pressing lightly over the thumping pulse against her neck. he stays right there, taking solace in the fact that he can feel that again.
he shivers, moving his lips until he's kissing the underside of her jaw, tasting her, memorizing how it feels, how it makes him feel. )
But not forever. I don't want to wear these clothes forever.
[ humming as she tilts her head up, diana enjoys the warmth of his mouth against her jaw. this is something she had only ever dreamed of, getting lost in her little fantasies of years' past that made her wonder if everything had truly happened and everyone was gone. if she imagined it over and over, the same scenario with the same tastes and sounds, surely it was all real?
no matter how desperately she tried to cling to what she knew, nothing ever was real. steve didn't smell like he does now in her little fantasies over the last few decades. diana hates to admit that she forgot what he had smelled like.
closing her eyes, she doesn't answer him immediately. they have all the time in the world now, don't they? ]
You assume I have self-control, Steve. [ she chuckles lowly. ] Just in case you forgot, I don't.
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you do have the height for it... 🤔
[ diana slides her slacks down her legs and steps out of them, standing in front of him in her black lace panties and her blouse. she smiles at him from over her shoulder. truthfully, a large photograph of his face would be too much. steve liked things small—and he was humble; she's glad she remembered that right.
beginning to undo the buttons of her blouse from the bottom up, she twists to face him. she wants to see him blush. ]
You have a very handsome face, Steve. You're more handsome than I remember.
don't be jealous that i'm a giant
( that wasn't completely true. he'd blushed a few times around her before, brief as they were. but, she had that power to see through him and to say things and ask things that just slipped right past his defenses and made him feel like a teenager again. )
I don't know, I think I look older than I should. I'm pretty sure I saw some new wrinkles and I tried to convince myself that some of the color in my hair was, in fact, not grey but...sunbleached blonde that wasn't quite there.
( let him have his delusions. )
kicks you in the shins
[ she'll just call it right out, looking at him and standing on the tips of her toes as her blouse falls open. shrugging it off, she stands in her bra and panties. walking over to him, she stands before him and cards her hands roughly through his thick hair. ]
It makes you look distinguished and alive. [ that last word hits harder than she'd like, but she keeps a smile on her face and her fingers in his hair. was his hair always this soft and thick? she loathes that she can't remember. ]
dumps you in a pit
whatever it is, he can't stop his eyes from falling shut and he can't stop himself from leaning into her hands. he should be looking at her and gawking at her but he can't.
he just can't stop from sinking into the feeling that he's alive and he's there with her. )
I'm alive. I am alive.
( he says it like he's convincing himself of that fact. he knows that maybe he shouldn't be and he can't really figure out why he's here but he's here. )
joke's on you i am already in the pit
steve is alive. she wished for him to be alive. perhaps this is the universe rewarding her for everything she's done, all the sacrifices she's made. she'd like to think it's the gods peering down at her and saying that she deserves to be happy.
gaze gentle, she brushes her fingers through his hair and glides her nails gently against his scalp. ]
Are you glad you are?
fills it with mud then
( he hasn't really allowed himself to think about the whole alive bit because he doesn't know how. he doesn't want to think too hard about it because he thinks that, if someone notices, they'll take it back and he won't be able to see her again.
his voice sounds a little strained and rough to his own ears and he doesn't want to ruin their time together with his emotions.
so, he pushes them aside and opens his eyes, tilting his head up and peering at her. )
I'm glad I'm with you.
this will be good for my skin
[ just in case that wasn't obvious by her gentle touch and a soft smile. she peers down at him fondly, not wanting to blink lest she find he disappears before her very eyes. she's had those visions before, where mirages appear just out of reach and disappear the moment she pelts her way towards it.
lips curving upward, she smirks. ]
Do you want me to put on the suit? Or would you prefer I stay as I am? [ she's a little hopeful he'll opt for the latter. there's more fun to be had with her half-dressed and his attention on her. what does his gaze feel like on her naked body? that's one thing the war and life itself hadn't given her the chance to experience. ]
way to be optimistic and shit
( trailing off, steve reaches up and slips one hand around her waist, trying to bring her closer so he can press his cheek against her stomach. her skin is warm and he can feel it seep into his skin.
he's alive. he repeats that over and over in his head, tells himself that this isn't some dream that he's having. this isn't a hallucination.
he's alive and so is she. )
I think I like you like this. Everyone gets to see you in the suit but not everyone gets to see you like this.
i will be the most beautiful tiny gremlin of them all!
[ a few have, but diana doesn't think that matters. loneliness is something she hadn't been accustomed to until she had travelled from themyscira and had lost each and every one of her beloved friends. as they had moved on, she had to as well. she prefers his eyes and his hands on her naked skin.
her hands slide around his hair to cup the back of his neck, holding him to her belly. he's warm against her skin and she wants to leech that from him forever. she wants him to be the only one who sees her out of the suit and out of her day to day clothes. ]
Put your hands on me, Steve.
and you will still sound like a chipmunk
( there's no way that steve's going to let this chance pass him by. he knows now that tomorrow isn't promised and he has to take advantage of today. he doesn't know if he'll wake up tomorrow and this will all be gone.
he doesn't know if he's going to wake up and just see darkness and know that he's left her alone. again. so, he's going to touch her and he's going to make sure he doesn't stop touching her until he can't.
steve keeps his cheek against her stomach and wraps his arms around her, sliding one of his hands up the expanse of her bare back, sighing at how good that feels. )
i will sound like a beautiful chipmunk and you will be jealous, mafia boss
so, now, she thinks she can possess this time like how her hands slide possessively into his hair and hold him against her. arching away from his hands for a moment (she's not used to the pressure of hands on her back), she relaxes and inhales deeply to only let it out. he's still here, even with that breath. ]
Your hands are very warm.
[ just as warm as they once were, but she keeps that to herself. ]
i will step you on you, chipmunk
( because he wondered. he wondered if, due to whatever force had brought him back, he'd be colder. he was alive, he can feel his heart beating but he knows he had died. he'd died and been lost so wouldn't it make sense for something to be different.
but she says his hands are warm and he's glad of that. he thinks she wouldn't say anything if he wasn't but he's glad that he still feels...right.
he nuzzles her stomach, closing his eyes and reveling in the quiet intimacy. steve wants to do more, of course, but this still feels new and he can't stop himself from sinking into it. )
how can you if i am so low to the ground???
it's nice to feel that again. diana hasn't felt light in years, not since etta died, at least. she had been the last bright light of that time in the world and she had been angry and beside herself when that light had been extinguished. ]
I didn't know what to think. I still don't know what to think. They never told me stories about things like this on Themyscira. I never thought this was even possible.
[ and if those stories existed, both her mother and aunt ensured they'd never wash up on her shores. sometimes diana wonders just how much was kept from her out of fear of what would happen next. ]
i hired another chipmunk
( steve doesn't want to drag down the mood but it's the truth. confusion swirls inside of him and though he tries to ignore it and push it aside so he can be happy that he's here, that he's with her. )
I don't think this is something they tell anyone. It's not supposed to be possible.
( but steve's found that...a lot of things are possible when he's around her. )
that was my other personality
[ the god of the underworld surely is some god of life and death. persephone is mere proof of that, a living, glowing being who seems to thrive in the darkness of the underworld more than she does in the spring. she feels like she's hades, having brought steve—her persephone—from some light back to the dark.
diana wonders if her true family lineage, her paternal relatives, would overwhelm steve. everything did in 1918. she liked that anything and everything seemed wonderful to him. ]
You're here now. They can write stories about it.
how many personalities you got, woman?
( especially if this is temporary. he doesn't want it to be, he wants this to be lasting but there are so many things he doesn't know.
but steve thinks he's okay with that as long as he doesn't know with her.
humming, he sighs and turns his head so he can press his lips to her stomach, light and slow. )
i'm a gemini so at least 70 minimum
[ diana laughs and sucks in her stomach, but she doesn't move away or pull his head from her, either. relaxing, she enjoys the pressure and warmth of his mouth on her skin and closes her eyes. nothing can ruin this moment; not time, not space, not even the distance between their lives. he fits perfectly into 1984, just as he should. ]
They wrote many stories about you after the war. I made sure of it.
[ sameer, chief, charlie, and even etta had little pieces written about them. diana had ensured that they were not forgotten by time. ]
i'm a gemini too and i only have five
( he'd saved today, she'd saved the world and even in his absence, he knows she'd continued to do that because she was diana prince and that was what she did.
he pulls his mouth away from her and peers up, blinking at her and trying not to feel blinded by her beauty. it's a romantic cliche, he knows, but for her, it's true. )
I just flew a plane.
you're a secretly chaotic gemini
brushing her fingers in what she hopes is in comfort through his hair, she peers down at him and smiles softly, then shakes her head. ] You saved the day so that the tomorrow and tomorrow's tomorrow could be saved. The people you saved were able to go on and help many others.
[ by her, chief, sameer, charlie, etta, others. she knows there's a few others like her out there, some making newspaper headlines, some merely being on page twelve. because of steve's sacrifice, others were able to live and do so much good. ]
You didn't just fly a plane, Steve. You know that.
or maybe i'm a libra!!! i don't know what that means but MAYBE
( that's what they should be talking about if they're going to talk at all. he pulls her in closer and presses an open mouthed kiss to her hip just above her panties. he breathes her in, memorizing her smell before he peers up at her again. )
I don't want to save anyone right now. I just want to be here with you. I just want to be selfish.
( he thinks that's allowed for the both of them at this point in time. )
you're a sag, they're the worst and so are you 💖
and diana's impatient.
moving her hands from his hair to his shoulders, she grips them gently and moves to straddle him, sitting perched on his lap so he can't fly away nor be taken away from her. ]
Then be here with me. [ she smiles kindly, hands moving up to the back of his neck. then, she laughs lightly, ] In my underwear. Do you like it? It's very different to what I wore in Veld.
[ she kind of didn't wear any except for her armour shorts. ]
your face sags
( he remembers what she'd worn in veld and while he'd liked that, he likes this too. he really likes this especially since she's sitting astride him and she definitely hadn't done that in veld.
he bites his bottom lip and looks her over from head to toe and back again before he nods. )
You're making me feel a little overdressed but that doesn't mean I want you to get up.
( he grabs for her hips to make her stay right where she was. )
I can stay overdressed. ( with a quiet sigh, steve leans forward and presses his lips to her shoulder. )
your bum sags more
[ although, she does want him to be undressed eventually. right now, she'll enjoy how his mouth feels on her shoulder. is it wrong of her to want to enjoy his attention on her right now? if he's undressed, then she knows she'll be all over him, making him turn into putty beneath her.
tilting her head to the side, she lifts her hand away from his shoulder to brush her hair away from where his mouth could possibly travel. his lips are warm and his mouth is wet, and it's better than her imagining it. ]
Just for now. [ she slides her hands over his clothed shoulders and to his chest. ]
your bum is your face
instead, his mouth slides its way up her neck, tongue pressing lightly over the thumping pulse against her neck. he stays right there, taking solace in the fact that he can feel that again.
he shivers, moving his lips until he's kissing the underside of her jaw, tasting her, memorizing how it feels, how it makes him feel. )
But not forever. I don't want to wear these clothes forever.
( just in case she's worried. )
your face is my bum
no matter how desperately she tried to cling to what she knew, nothing ever was real. steve didn't smell like he does now in her little fantasies over the last few decades. diana hates to admit that she forgot what he had smelled like.
closing her eyes, she doesn't answer him immediately. they have all the time in the world now, don't they? ]
You assume I have self-control, Steve. [ she chuckles lowly. ] Just in case you forgot, I don't.
ew gross no way
my ass is out of this world
your ass is a butt
and your face is an ASSFACE /mic drop
ooooo BURN
your face
your face's face
tall people never make sense
we're too busy making sure short people know when it's raining
ah, yes, by being my umbrella
ELLA ELLA ELLA couldn't help myself.
i'm embarrassed to be seen out with you
love me, love my terrible jokes
i'll take it under advisement but this can be fast tracked with a dog
i will give you a picture of a dog
i'll accept this as long as i get it now
i sent it airmail to you
does this include you piloting the plane?
hell no i'm sitting at home relaxing
i'm throwing you into the bin
stop throwing me into things!
picks you up and throws you once more
i'm too tall for you to throw
when i punch you in the knee and you double over you won't be so tall
i will fall on you when you knock me over
and i will become one with the wind and be agile enough to let the ground spikes catch you
you're so poetic, aren't you?
my poetry handle is shilliam wakespeare, you may have heard of me
wow can i have your autograph?
i autographed your nose earlier
i wanted you to sign my toe
i didn't want to tell you it was a bit smelly
how dare you it was not
it's okay that you're in denial, i'd be too if i smelled as bad as you
would you stop smelling me?!
no thank you
then you are not my friend
😔
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