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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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. )
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[ 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. )