sweet dreams|wondertrev fluff

Vacation Fluff

A/N: Ello! I hope you guys aren't sick of all this fluff yet! This story may be ending soon, I honestly have no idea. Please tell me if you'd like more chapters!

Diana ran through the open airport doors, her gaze never leaving the sky. After hours upon hours of plane rides they were finally back.

Steve followed her out. Fast food wrapper in hand, he leaned against the suitcase. "It's amazing, isn't it?" He asked, biting into the burger.

Diana had been too excited to eat a thing. All in her hand was a small coffee cup. "It's wonderful!" She replied with a smile.

The road stretched out across, seeming like it could go on forever.

The Amazon had loved Michigan, but it was freezing. Here in Florida the thought of snowfall was alarming.

"Have you ever been here?" She asked for what seemed like the thousandth time that day. Taking a sip of her now cold drink, she shrugged off the oversized coat.

"I was here to assassinate a guy," He chuckled.

Of course she remembered. He had taken extra time to describe each detail on the plane. Even going as far as to describe the scream of pain.

It was fine. Diana had tensed in her stiff seat, but she had taken it well. It wasn't like the guy he killed had been innocent.

"Our hotel is so close to the water...Can we go swimming?" She asked with a gleam in her eye. 

Steve nudged her slightly. "Obviously, who goes to Florida and doesn't swim?"

She smiled sheepishly. Placing her hand on the suitcase, Diana allowed Steve to interlock his fingers in hers. With a deep breath, Steve led their way.

"What else can we do?" 

Diana giggled at the strange look her boyfriend gave her. "Relax. Eat good food. And I mean good food, we won't care about money--But we have a budget," He assured her. "Haven't you taken vacations on Themyscira? Like go to different areas in the place?"

"No," She commented thoughtfully. Looking off in the distance, she leaned deeper into Steve's shirt. "I mean I've ran around that place so many times," Diana felt her smile grow even wider. "We can run on the beach! And yeah, my sisters and I would camp out in different places, but they all looked the same to me," She added with a shrug.

"You are a crazy woman," Steve ran his fingers through her hair. 

"If we didn't have the crazy people then we'd be crazy. We wouldn't be able to see how the crazy people act. Crazy would be the norm."

"Would it?"

"Ice cream truck!" Diana ignored the question, opting instead to rush for the colorful vehicle. Her heart thumped louder in her chest with every stride she took. 

"Mister!" She cried out, banging on the window. 

The annoyed man rolled down the glass. "What ice cream can I get you? Menu is on the side. I'll tell ya, people can't get a moment to themselves these days."

Steve was catching up by now. Wallet in hand, he threw the burger in a nearby trash can.

"Strawberry."

"Cone or cup?"

"Cone!" She exclaimed, snatching the leather from Steve's hands. "How much for one?" Diana asked, her hands already leafing through the money.

"Woah lady," Steve laughed. Gently grabbing his wallet back, he shook his head. "If I thought you were insane earlier, I should see you around ice cream!" 

Before the cashier could reply to her question, Steve set down a five dollar bill. "This'll be enough," He said confidently.

Diana took her creamy treat from the older mans hands. Licking it hungrily, she let out a happy groan. 

Steve kissed her lightly. 

Every time they kissed Diana would get shocked for a moment or two. Noting this, he stole the desert from her. Biting off a good chunk, he gulped it down in a matter of seconds.

"Hey!" Diana swatted at him. 

"If I knew I'd get some food for every kiss I gave you, we'd be kissing way more," He joked. With one more chew, he passed the cone back over to her.

"I'll learn how to kiss soon enough!"

"You already know how to kiss," He commented, his eyes squinting at her.

"What?" She asked, a quizzical expression on her face. 

Steve wiped a smudge of the liquid from her mouth. "Nothing. I was just thinking, and maybe you aren't good at kissing!" He gasped to emphasize the point. "Diana can't kiss!" Steve called out, pointing at his partner.

"Steve Trevor!" She cried. "People are staring!"

They both began to laugh at how silly this was. These petty fights were useless, but enjoyable nonetheless.

"You find any way to bully me, I swear," Diana hooted, her laughter fading out.

"Because you just so happen to be bad at everything you do. Except for being my girlfriend," He rubbed her back. "What if you hadn't gotten with me? What if you were with one of these dickheads?"

There it was. Her giggle was immediately back. Sure, his jokes could be lame at times--Or maybe all the time, but the fact that they were dating made everything he said ten times funnier. Maybe because she was so much happier in this relationship than she had ever been. Even surrounded by all her sisters, she had never felt like this.

If Steve were to take her pulse, it would feel just like a sledgehammer. She got a rush of happiness, excitement, and millions of other unnamed emotions. 

"You're breathing heavily. Did you get hit with a sledge hammer?" Steve asked, as if reading her mind.

"If that hammer is able to hit me with the power of love, then yes," She replied.

"You mean to tell me you got hit with love while looking at the ice cream!"

Steve was right, her eyes had been glued to the melting snack. "Ice cream is my second favorite thing. And a close second at that," She decided to toss her own hat in the ring. Teasing was fun and Steve seemed to be so good at it.

"I see you're following your old mans ways. Ah yes, the second thing on my list is you. The first has to be orange juice."

"What! I'm your second?!" Diana yelled. She was laughing for reasons beyond her knowledge. That remark had been so out of place and random, but so light hearted at the same time.

"Okay maybe just maybe you're my first. But orange juice will always be tied with you."

"Alright," Diana could deal with being at the same place as juice.