( steve turns his head, pressing his lips into the center of her palm and kissing her hand. he reaches up and wraps his fingers around her wrist, making sure she doesn't move away.
he nuzzles her hand and then tilts his head up and kisses the pad of each of her fingers. )
I'm very believable, though. I think I could convince people of the fact that you're just acting antisocial. I bet I could do it.
( he's not going to do it but he thinks he could. )
[ she smiles softly as he kisses her fingers, wriggling them gently so he'll merely have to do it again. his lips are warm and his touch even more so. diana's spent so many years eeling lonely, not able to ever find company that made her feel like she was truly not alone. her wish has brought her so many things—steve, an old friend, that feeling of not being alone anymore. ]
The world is different since you were last here, Steve. The people are.
[ it's disappointing in a way, the way the world has changed. without etta's wit and charlie's singing, it feels colder than it has any right to be. ]
No one here knows what it's like to have believed in something so big, to see the things we've seen.
People are still good, though. I bet there are still good people out there.
( he presses her hand to his cheek as he says it, peering up at her for confirmation. he's not so innocent to think there are no bad people in the world. he's seen very, very bad people do terrible things.
but there are still people like her out there, making it better. and he knows she's not alone. he knows there are people out there who will fight and die to make sure others are safe. )
I think you're wrong on that one. I think there are people like that out there. They're always are. You just have to find them like you found me.
[ she doesn't want to find them, that's the problem.
keeping her hand beneath his, she spreads out her fingers so she can feel more of him beneath her fingertips. she keeps smiling at him softly despite how she wants to disagree. disagreeing will mean that his face falls and he'll see that she believes in good but only until a certain extent. she doesn't want that at all. ]
I've found you and I have no intentions of letting you go. [ she smiles, shifting on his lap, wanting to selfishly return his attention to her and here and what they're doing right now. he is here. why are they talking of others who aren't? ]
[ her brows furrow and she slides her hands over his shoulders, gripping them tightly—not but tight enough to hurt. she readjusts where she sits on his lap and bears heavily down against him just in case he thinks of moving and leaving right now.
this doesn't sound right, and the panic that swells inside of her proves just that. ]
( steve reaches up and tries to cover her hand with his, soothing her with a few brushes of his fingers. that hadn't come back like he'd wanted to considering how panicked she seems to be. )
I more meant that I have to get up and take a shower and use the bathroom and eat and I thought you could show me things that exist outside your home. That's all.
when i punch you in the knee and you double over you won't be so tall
[ she narrows her eyes at him playfully, feeling very relieved over the fact that he's not speaking of feeling ill or like he doesn't belong. her grip is still firm as she massages his shoulders in a silent apology. all of that sounds good to her. he'll require his space, and she's more than happy to grant it to him. she wants him to feel normal, to be normal, to live like he hasn't lost so many decades. ]
What makes you think you'll be allowed to shower by yourself?
[ because she doesn't allow it, in case he doesn't know. ]
Hey now, I didn't say that I was going to shower alone. I just said...shower. Who says that I'd want to shower alone? I haven't showered in the eighties yet, you know. It might be dangerous for me.
( that's not really true. he thinks he'd be able to shower on his own without drowning. he might knock over a few things and he might use her shower stuff before he realizes but he thinks he can survive a shower. )
I'd need someone to help me. ( he grins at her. ) Wash my back and all.
and i will become one with the wind and be agile enough to let the ground spikes catch you
I'm sure you will be more than capable of washing your own back, Steve.
[ she smiles down at him, knowing and expecting his protest. she'll happily wash his back so she can feel his spine roughly press against her hand and remind her that he's real and that he's here, and they have time.
tipping her head upward, she smiles playfully down at him despite her attempt to feign seriousness. ]
Oh, my front? I don't know if I want you to see my front. I've gotten a little...doughy.
( maybe that's what death did to you? because that's what happened to him, isn't it? he'd...died. he doesn't want to say that to her because he thinks it would make her sad and he doesn't want that.
he wants to see her smile, always. reaching up, he traces her smile with one finger. )
But I think I might let you. I kind of like you.
my poetry handle is shilliam wakespeare, you may have heard of me
[ pursing her lips, she tries to kiss his finger. ]
I like doughy.
[ she doesn't kind of like doughy. she likes doughy, she loves doughy—she loves every part of steve, the bits of him she knows and the other bits of him that she doesn't. and there's so much she doesn't know, something that she feels so sorry for. if only they had more time…
hands curling around his shoulders, she gives him a shove onto his back once more. ]
And I like you. I don't kind of like you as you apparently kind of like me.
( was it? no, he'd actually said it to try and get a rise out of her and looks like it worked. he laughs and presses his thumb against her lips, trying not to grin like a loon. )
So, are we gonna shower now? Or are you just gonna use me as a chair for awhile? Because I am good with either one.
We can shower and then resume me using you as a chair.
[ diana doesn't make to get up immediately, wanting to remain on top of him. she had planned to rub her hands along his chest and pull his shirt up and over his head, but seeing steve in her shower and using her soap to smell a little like her is too much of a turn on to not enjoy.
it's slowly and regrettably that diana pulls herself off of him. standing, she holds her hand out for him to take. ]
Come on. We must get you cleaned up; you're very dirty for no reason at all.
( please remind steve to get dirty for no reason more often if it's going to lead to showers with diana prince. he will go out and roll around in the mud if this is what happens afterward.
once she's off of him, he reaches for her hand, curling his fingers around hers and using it to pull himself up. )
You're not going to make me smell like flowers and citrus, are you?
[ she furrows her brow at him as she regards him like he's sprouted three heads and fur like cerberus. perhaps he has, considering he's here.
gripping his hand firmly—but a gentle kind of firm—she begins to lead him to her ensuite. her bathroom is just like the rest of her apartment: sparse, sterile, lacking a lot to make it look lived in and comfortably worn. it's white tiled and immaculate, and coincidentally only has one white fluffy towel hanging on the rack. ]
You will wear it lovely. You seem like a flowers and citrus kind of man.
[ she turns around and arches her brow at him. ] Do you need help?
Help? With what, taking off my clothes? Oh yeah, I need a lot of help. Coming back wherever I came from, it's taken a lot out of me. I don't even know if I remember how to undo buttons.
( there weren't any buttons on his clothing so...he's lying but also it's a good excuse to see if she'll help him off with his clothes. )
I always was kind of a klutz anyway. I don't want to ruin one of the few pairs of clothes I have that fit this time period.
it's okay that you're in denial, i'd be too if i smelled as bad as you
[ she purses her lips and gives him an amused look. she could easily go and get him some more clothes—and she will when she takes him shopping—but she likes the idea of him not having anything else to wear. she has half a mind to rip his shirt, but instead, she tucks her fingers into the hem to begin tugging it up his torso. ]
Come on, then. We need to get you as undressed as I am.
[ she smirks as she lets her fingers glide along his skin as she tugs his shirt up. ] Or would you like to be overdressed for your shower?
( the answer to her question is an unequivocal no. no, he does not want to be overdressed so when she starts lifting his shirt, he lifts his arms to make it that much easier.
there's a time and a place for wearing clothes in the shower but this isn't it. he wants to be just as not dressed as she is. )
I think you'd look better in the wet tee shirt than I would so let's just...take these off. Sounds like a good plan.
[ with his chest now bare, diana drags her hands gently along his skin. as much as she wants to look up at his face, she's staring at him. she's touched him before, countless times even, but she can't stop herself from looking at him in wonderment.
her hands slide down his chest and torso to rest on his hips. ]
Maybe I'll wear your shirt in the shower, hm? [ she smiles, laughing softly. ]
You know, you're staring at me. I didn't know the great Diana Prince could be so distracted.
( but he likes that he's able to do that to her. he feels...special, like he's the only person in the world that gets her attention. she has so many responsibilities but right now, there's just the two of them. )
I would rather you not wear my shirt in the shower. I want to see you...without clothes. If that's all right.
[ with a feigned heavy sigh, she shakes her head and begins to undo his pants. ] That's more than all right. [ with a quick glance up at him, she smiles and returns to her task at hand.
she would very much like to be skin against skin with him again. she wants the reminder that he's real, nice and warm and solid, and she needs opportunities to make up for the time they'd spent apart by death.
when she has his pants nice and loose, she begins to tug them down, lowering herself to her knees to pull them down his legs. ]
( oh no, why does have to actually kneel down in front of him? it's a position that he never though he'd see her in let alone a position she'd be in with him.
he swallows, feeling a surge of desire bloom inside of him. he can't really breathe let alone answer right away before he manages a shaky breath. )
[ a true warrior, she has a counter for everything. it's almost like she's lifted her arm and brushed away a bullet that's meant to graze her. steve could have the most muscular, filled out legs, and she would still like them because they're attached to him. ]
Up. [ she taps his ankle, wanting him to step out of his pants.
leaving that be, she lifts her hands and presses them against his hips, then peers up at him with a smile. ] Do you need help taking these off? [ her fingers pull at the elastic of his underwear. ]
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i sent it airmail to you
he nuzzles her hand and then tilts his head up and kisses the pad of each of her fingers. )
I'm very believable, though. I think I could convince people of the fact that you're just acting antisocial. I bet I could do it.
( he's not going to do it but he thinks he could. )
does this include you piloting the plane?
The world is different since you were last here, Steve. The people are.
[ it's disappointing in a way, the way the world has changed. without etta's wit and charlie's singing, it feels colder than it has any right to be. ]
No one here knows what it's like to have believed in something so big, to see the things we've seen.
[ no one is him. ]
hell no i'm sitting at home relaxing
( he presses her hand to his cheek as he says it, peering up at her for confirmation. he's not so innocent to think there are no bad people in the world. he's seen very, very bad people do terrible things.
but there are still people like her out there, making it better. and he knows she's not alone. he knows there are people out there who will fight and die to make sure others are safe. )
I think you're wrong on that one. I think there are people like that out there. They're always are. You just have to find them like you found me.
i'm throwing you into the bin
keeping her hand beneath his, she spreads out her fingers so she can feel more of him beneath her fingertips. she keeps smiling at him softly despite how she wants to disagree. disagreeing will mean that his face falls and he'll see that she believes in good but only until a certain extent. she doesn't want that at all. ]
I've found you and I have no intentions of letting you go. [ she smiles, shifting on his lap, wanting to selfishly return his attention to her and here and what they're doing right now. he is here. why are they talking of others who aren't? ]
I hope you don't mind.
stop throwing me into things!
( he let's her segue him away from thoughts of people being good and doing good things. they can talk about that later when she isn't on his lap. )
Though I will have to get off the bed eventually. I don't think I can live here permanently much I as might want to.
picks you up and throws you once more
[ her brows furrow and she slides her hands over his shoulders, gripping them tightly—not but tight enough to hurt. she readjusts where she sits on his lap and bears heavily down against him just in case he thinks of moving and leaving right now.
this doesn't sound right, and the panic that swells inside of her proves just that. ]
Why not?
i'm too tall for you to throw
( steve reaches up and tries to cover her hand with his, soothing her with a few brushes of his fingers. that hadn't come back like he'd wanted to considering how panicked she seems to be. )
I more meant that I have to get up and take a shower and use the bathroom and eat and I thought you could show me things that exist outside your home. That's all.
when i punch you in the knee and you double over you won't be so tall
What makes you think you'll be allowed to shower by yourself?
[ because she doesn't allow it, in case he doesn't know. ]
i will fall on you when you knock me over
( that's not really true. he thinks he'd be able to shower on his own without drowning. he might knock over a few things and he might use her shower stuff before he realizes but he thinks he can survive a shower. )
I'd need someone to help me. ( he grins at her. ) Wash my back and all.
and i will become one with the wind and be agile enough to let the ground spikes catch you
[ she smiles down at him, knowing and expecting his protest. she'll happily wash his back so she can feel his spine roughly press against her hand and remind her that he's real and that he's here, and they have time.
tipping her head upward, she smiles playfully down at him despite her attempt to feign seriousness. ]
But I think I'll help you wash your front.
you're so poetic, aren't you?
( maybe that's what death did to you? because that's what happened to him, isn't it? he'd...died. he doesn't want to say that to her because he thinks it would make her sad and he doesn't want that.
he wants to see her smile, always. reaching up, he traces her smile with one finger. )
But I think I might let you. I kind of like you.
my poetry handle is shilliam wakespeare, you may have heard of me
I like doughy.
[ she doesn't kind of like doughy. she likes doughy, she loves doughy—she loves every part of steve, the bits of him she knows and the other bits of him that she doesn't. and there's so much she doesn't know, something that she feels so sorry for. if only they had more time…
hands curling around his shoulders, she gives him a shove onto his back once more. ]
And I like you. I don't kind of like you as you apparently kind of like me.
wow can i have your autograph?
( was it? no, he'd actually said it to try and get a rise out of her and looks like it worked. he laughs and presses his thumb against her lips, trying not to grin like a loon. )
So, are we gonna shower now? Or are you just gonna use me as a chair for awhile? Because I am good with either one.
( no problems here, none at all. )
i autographed your nose earlier
[ diana doesn't make to get up immediately, wanting to remain on top of him. she had planned to rub her hands along his chest and pull his shirt up and over his head, but seeing steve in her shower and using her soap to smell a little like her is too much of a turn on to not enjoy.
it's slowly and regrettably that diana pulls herself off of him. standing, she holds her hand out for him to take. ]
Come on. We must get you cleaned up; you're very dirty for no reason at all.
i wanted you to sign my toe
( please remind steve to get dirty for no reason more often if it's going to lead to showers with diana prince. he will go out and roll around in the mud if this is what happens afterward.
once she's off of him, he reaches for her hand, curling his fingers around hers and using it to pull himself up. )
You're not going to make me smell like flowers and citrus, are you?
i didn't want to tell you it was a bit smelly
[ she furrows her brow at him as she regards him like he's sprouted three heads and fur like cerberus. perhaps he has, considering he's here.
gripping his hand firmly—but a gentle kind of firm—she begins to lead him to her ensuite. her bathroom is just like the rest of her apartment: sparse, sterile, lacking a lot to make it look lived in and comfortably worn. it's white tiled and immaculate, and coincidentally only has one white fluffy towel hanging on the rack. ]
You will wear it lovely. You seem like a flowers and citrus kind of man.
[ she turns around and arches her brow at him. ] Do you need help?
how dare you it was not
( there weren't any buttons on his clothing so...he's lying but also it's a good excuse to see if she'll help him off with his clothes. )
I always was kind of a klutz anyway. I don't want to ruin one of the few pairs of clothes I have that fit this time period.
it's okay that you're in denial, i'd be too if i smelled as bad as you
Come on, then. We need to get you as undressed as I am.
[ she smirks as she lets her fingers glide along his skin as she tugs his shirt up. ] Or would you like to be overdressed for your shower?
would you stop smelling me?!
there's a time and a place for wearing clothes in the shower but this isn't it. he wants to be just as not dressed as she is. )
I think you'd look better in the wet tee shirt than I would so let's just...take these off. Sounds like a good plan.
no thank you
her hands slide down his chest and torso to rest on his hips. ]
Maybe I'll wear your shirt in the shower, hm? [ she smiles, laughing softly. ]
then you are not my friend
( but he likes that he's able to do that to her. he feels...special, like he's the only person in the world that gets her attention. she has so many responsibilities but right now, there's just the two of them. )
I would rather you not wear my shirt in the shower. I want to see you...without clothes. If that's all right.
😔
she would very much like to be skin against skin with him again. she wants the reminder that he's real, nice and warm and solid, and she needs opportunities to make up for the time they'd spent apart by death.
when she has his pants nice and loose, she begins to tug them down, lowering herself to her knees to pull them down his legs. ]
You have such sexy legs, Steve.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
he swallows, feeling a surge of desire bloom inside of him. he can't really breathe let alone answer right away before he manages a shaky breath. )
My legs?
( he hadn't meant to squeak those words out. )
They're chicken legs.
( they weren't that bad. )
no subject
[ a true warrior, she has a counter for everything. it's almost like she's lifted her arm and brushed away a bullet that's meant to graze her. steve could have the most muscular, filled out legs, and she would still like them because they're attached to him. ]
Up. [ she taps his ankle, wanting him to step out of his pants.
leaving that be, she lifts her hands and presses them against his hips, then peers up at him with a smile. ] Do you need help taking these off? [ her fingers pull at the elastic of his underwear. ]
no subject
steve opens his mouth to say something and all he ends up doing is squeaking in a very juvenile way.
he immediately closes his mouth and then shakes his head, embarrassed. )
Yeah, that might be — that might be a good thing.
( because if he tries to take his underwear off while she's in front of him, he's going to fall over and smack his head. )