D E S I R E

|| D i a n a P r i n c e ||

I never thought that being aggressive was your thing.

I never thought I'd see my reflection live in your intense gaze.

I found it strange, when you came home late one night and simply kissed me with so much passion, it burned. My lips are forever singed from that night of rough ardor.

Your tongue was hot, and pressed passed my awaiting lips to caress mine. You always knew where to go, your hands found mine tucked under the pillow, brushing my dulling dreams out of my fingertips.

It was so dark I couldn't see you, but your smell was all I needed to know it was you, Diana.

Your taste in my mouth was what startled me.

You were never the aggressive person. You never came home after a long afternoon of being heroine for the night and forced all your desires into my veins.

We didn't move.

We didn't breathe.

You took my breath away with the surprise of the kiss and I took yours away, for reasons I didn't understand yet.

You tasted me in your mouth and I could taste you.

I could taste the grit in your mouth, the stale copper, and the sweet victory.

Your scent made colors flash before my eyes, fall colors like orange and brown.

Not a sound left either of us, all I could hear was the thudding in my chest as tension rolled off you in clashing waves.

You gripped my hands tighter, and I felt my bones ache in protest.

Finally, we breathed.

Your breath came out as a long sigh, that filled my lungs with the crackle of lust and I gasped as my insides tingled at the knowledge.

You slid over me, into our bed, the one made only for two. For us. I felt the sheets begin to be tugged by your outfit and realized, you hadn't changed clothes, you must have left the battle and come straight home.

My heart began thudding louder against my chest as I realized, you must have been scared that day.

You pressed your thighs on either side of me, straddling my waist, and pulling my hands out from the warmth of the pillow. You brought them up to your chest and pressed them hard to your flesh. You were warm under my touch, I felt the goosebumps rise as my fingernails gently scratched over your collarbone.

Again, it started getting harder to breathe, the crackle and shock within my lungs was becoming overwhelming, but your mouth refused to leave mine. It became more apparent why you were being so aggressive, Diana.

I was only human.

As my eyes began to focus, I was able to make out the silhouette of your face, your cheekbones and hair as it fell and tickled my brow and nose.

You pulled my hands higher and drove them into your hair, putting them where you wanted them most.

Your body flush against mine, your mouth robbing every last one of my breathes, and your desire bleeding into me.

It was all because I was human, you were scared that day. Something happened, but you wouldn't say it. You wouldn't want me to worry. Especially since I'm home most of the time, waiting for you, afraid that any moment you won't be here. You're scared I'll leave too. You're scared that I am human.

Being human, meant a lot of things to Diana. It meant that I couldn't fit into Wonder Woman's world, which meant it was harder to fit in Diana's. It meant you saw people die, and for split second had to do a double take to make sure it wasn't me. You're scared that in the midst of waiting, I'd get tired of it and leave. You were scared most of all, that you would hurt me.

The last thing, Diana would ever want, is for me to get hurt.

My fingers curled in your hair and carefully pulled you away. Air rushed into my lungs and I licked my lips as yours left, the heavy taste of you nearly compelling me to draw you back.

Your eyes opened, they were the only things I could see in the dark, room.

I met your gaze and said, "Darling, what's wrong?"

You licked your lips, and whispered with a warm purity in your voice, "I love you."