[ 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.
I don't know, you always seemed pretty in control to me. Never got too angry at someone, never yelled at someone. Where's this lack of self control you're talking about?
( steve chuckles, pulling back and reaching up to cradle her face in his hands like he can't get enough of her.
his thumbs brush against her cheeks and down to her lips before he laughs. )
I think you're just saying that, Diana. I think you're perfectly in control.
[ shaking her head in his hands, she hopes that he doesn't pull them away. she makes a noise of disapproval. no, she was a horribly stubborn and rebellious child. ]
I was very out of control in Themyscira. I did things I was never meant to do. I trained to be a warrior with my aunt behind my mother's back. I was very innovative with Asteria's Games. [ she smiles, liking her rewrite of that particular history. she had cheated, just as she had made him cheat death. diana doesn't want to think of what antiope would say about this shortcut. (she wants antiope back, too.)
smiling down at him, she says playfully, ] I am very out of control.
[ she shakes her head yet again, brows furrowed. ] I'm not.
[ diana knows she's grown more patient over the years, more understanding of why people do what they do, do what they don't do, and why there are particular rules and beliefs in place. but she is still that stubborn princess who felt that she knew everything.
sliding her hands from his hair to his shoulders, she gives him a firm shove back. ]
( steve doesn't even have time to respond before she shoves him and he's on his back on the bed, hair falling into his face before he brushes it away.
he tries not to laugh, tries to keep a straight face but it's not really possible right now. she looms over him and it's the most beautiful sight he's ever seen. )
It's a start. But, I've been pushed onto beds before so...
( he trails off and arches an eyebrow, reaching forward to draw his fingers down her stomach, nudging up against the waist of her underwear. )
[ sucking in her belly, diana regards him with an arch of her brow. feigning being unimpressed, she mulls over what she can ask him. she doesn't want him thinking of anyone else—it's her and him, not the ghosts of other people—but she wants to tease him so badly. ]
Were they like me?
[ she grips his shoulders tightly, not too hard to break anything. sliding her hands roughly down from his shoulders to his pecs, she tries to rub her hands roughly through the fabric. ]
( steve doesn't even realize what he's said that she's questioning because, you know, she's touching him. her hands are on his body and she's touching him and that kind of makes his brain short circuit. )
You should know there's no one like you, Diana. No one in the world.
( so, whoever pushed him onto beds previously paled in comparison to her. she's the only one on his mind right now. )
[ that's the answer she likes to hear. it's been him; it's always been him. no one else even compares. diana smiles before she tries to school her face and peer down at him with a pointed stare and an arch of her brow. ]
The one who you… what?
[ it's been a long time since she's had him. veld had been simpler, an easy coming together between them, but now that she has him… she plans to toy with him a little. the universe owes her that much at least.
rubbing her hands against his chest, she sighs, feeling at peace. ]
Like to be pushed onto beds by? The one you like to be sat on while overdressed?
we're too busy making sure short people know when it's raining
[ she laughs and shoves his shoulder, accidentally a little too hard. god, he's so cute. she can't believe that he was the one to show her the world when he is absolutely hopeless in navigating it himself. ]
I want you to tell me that I'm the one you want to be pushed onto beds by and sat on while you're overdressed. [ she laughs loudly, feeling a blush warm her skin. she shakes her head incredulously at him and brushes her hands against his shoulders once more. ]
Are you sure you've done any of this before, Steve? Flirting, that is.
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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
( steve chuckles, pulling back and reaching up to cradle her face in his hands like he can't get enough of her.
his thumbs brush against her cheeks and down to her lips before he laughs. )
I think you're just saying that, Diana. I think you're perfectly in control.
my ass is out of this world
I was very out of control in Themyscira. I did things I was never meant to do. I trained to be a warrior with my aunt behind my mother's back. I was very innovative with Asteria's Games. [ she smiles, liking her rewrite of that particular history. she had cheated, just as she had made him cheat death. diana doesn't want to think of what antiope would say about this shortcut. (she wants antiope back, too.)
smiling down at him, she says playfully, ] I am very out of control.
your ass is a butt
While I'm sure that is all true, Diana, I just haven't seen any evidence of it. So, it's all just words to me.
( the corners of his lips turn up and he pushes her hair back, unable not to touch her even while he teases her. )
Maybe you were out of control but I think you've changed.
and your face is an ASSFACE /mic drop
[ diana knows she's grown more patient over the years, more understanding of why people do what they do, do what they don't do, and why there are particular rules and beliefs in place. but she is still that stubborn princess who felt that she knew everything.
sliding her hands from his hair to his shoulders, she gives him a firm shove back. ]
Is that not evidence?
ooooo BURN
he tries not to laugh, tries to keep a straight face but it's not really possible right now. she looms over him and it's the most beautiful sight he's ever seen. )
It's a start. But, I've been pushed onto beds before so...
( he trails off and arches an eyebrow, reaching forward to draw his fingers down her stomach, nudging up against the waist of her underwear. )
your face
Were they like me?
[ she grips his shoulders tightly, not too hard to break anything. sliding her hands roughly down from his shoulders to his pecs, she tries to rub her hands roughly through the fabric. ]
your face's face
( steve doesn't even realize what he's said that she's questioning because, you know, she's touching him. her hands are on his body and she's touching him and that kind of makes his brain short circuit. )
You should know there's no one like you, Diana. No one in the world.
( so, whoever pushed him onto beds previously paled in comparison to her. she's the only one on his mind right now. )
You're the one.
( the only one he wants. )
tall people never make sense
The one who you… what?
[ it's been a long time since she's had him. veld had been simpler, an easy coming together between them, but now that she has him… she plans to toy with him a little. the universe owes her that much at least.
rubbing her hands against his chest, she sighs, feeling at peace. ]
Like to be pushed onto beds by? The one you like to be sat on while overdressed?
we're too busy making sure short people know when it's raining
( just an fyi from steve, there. he smiles at her because he doesn't think she really wants to know about his past. he hopes she doesn't. )
I don't remember their names anymore. Forgotten. Not important.
( she was important and she was who was on his mind now, then, forever. )
ah, yes, by being my umbrella
[ she laughs and shoves his shoulder, accidentally a little too hard. god, he's so cute. she can't believe that he was the one to show her the world when he is absolutely hopeless in navigating it himself. ]
I want you to tell me that I'm the one you want to be pushed onto beds by and sat on while you're overdressed. [ she laughs loudly, feeling a blush warm her skin. she shakes her head incredulously at him and brushes her hands against his shoulders once more. ]
Are you sure you've done any of this before, Steve? Flirting, that is.
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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