Wonder Woman

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gravitycat:

You see the look on her face and pull her a little closer, and rest your lips lightly on her cheek in a comforting way, your eyes slowly opening to look into hers as you pull back slightly. “Perhaps you just need to find someone who shares your passions…and can equal yours.” You offer her a wry grin as you keep walking, eyes locked on hers. Your eyes penetrate into her soul, as if her entire self is bared for you. You smile warmly. “You are fascinating, Diana. The most intriguing human I’ve met by far.”

Tilting her head the smallest degree in a nod, she was grateful that he was still walking with her, that she had the company at her side. “Perhaps,” she pat his arm as she spoke, stowing the comment away to contemplating at a later time. Returning his smile with as much warmth, she was hesitant to break the eye contact, but she turned her head away to glance around at their surroundings. As soon as he spoke again, however, her eyes immediately went back to him, a smile still firmly in place. “I am glad you think so. You are one of the most intriguing aliens I have ever met.”

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i will show you fear in a handful of dust: dianaofthemyscira: The feeling of his gloved hand lacing between her...

detectivebat:

Bruce couldn’t even begin to imagine how this would look from he outside. Batman holding hands with Wonder Woman… Batman holding hands was an odd thought in itself, and with Diana? He can’t say he knew why he did it, but he was glad that he had. There was something about her that just made him brighter. He couldn’t help grinning into the kiss as she pulled him close, her insatiability surprising him. It wasn’t often he got a run for his money in that department, but more than that, he just hadn’t expected it. She was usually so aloof. Kissing her back with as much gusto as she was putting in, his smile turned to a smirk as she pressed herself against him. For all his character profiling, all his psychological probing, he’d never thought she’d be like this. Much less with him. Getting in beside her, he tilted an eyebrow under the cowl. “Let’s see how fast this baby can go,” he said, pressing down hard on the accelerator and heading for his nearest hideout.

There was a moment which she had the slightly amused thought that someone with a quick camera could potentially snap a picture of the two of them and land a shocking picture of Wonder Woman and Batman making out like a couple of teenagers. When it came to men, to men that she wanted for whatever reason, she was much less formal and relaxed than she typically was. She was far from afraid to be assertive in such situations and at the present moment she knew what she wanted and there was a part of her that was definitely concerned that something, anything would stop them from going further. Which only encouraged her to push the situation further, faster. She relaxed into the seat, but there was a hand that crept into Bruce’s lap, teasing at the outside of his suit. Gently stroking with a smile on her lips. “Where are we going?”

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You blink and let a deep blue blush overcome your cheeks, but as she pulls away, there’s something in the back of your eyes, something that was stirred by this sudden contact. “Heh, it just got a great deal more interesting and enjoyable.” You say, touching your lips as your arm pulls her warm body a little closer, “Though don’t you have a significant other? Or even an interest?” 

Diana laughs a bit as he reacts to her touch. “Well I am pleased you find it so,” she says plainly. Her eyes take in their surroundings for a few minutes before replying to his next statement. The last time she really had a significant other was Steve, but that was over. “Significant other? No, Wonder Woman is a woman with very little time for love interests, my dear. The world would forever be the mistress to any such match,” she states with a faint smile. In all actuality, she wasn’t even entirely certain how some of her partners seemed to manage to juggle a love life as well as their vigilantism. Anyone brought into their world could be hurt and it was a sacrifice she tried to understand.

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i will show you fear in a handful of dust: dianaofthemyscira: Diana wasn’t typically one to get starstruck,...

detectivebat:

dianaofthemyscira:

Diana wasn’t typically one to get starstruck, especially not upon meeting fellow heroes, especially not male ones that had a reputation for treating women in a way that was completely and utterly opposed to the things she fought for. Yet somehow there was something about Bruce that made her resolve crumble and she mentally argued that it as acceptable. When he broke the kiss again, she sighed heavily, working to catch her breath, but feeling as if the blood beneath her skin was boiling ferociously. “Yes. Anywhere you want.” Her lips pressed against his for a short peck.

Kissing Diana didn’t feel like kissing other women - he could feel her repressed strength, a level of strength even he with his considerable muscle mass could never even begin to imagine. Her hair was impossibly silky and her skin completely smooth, her lips feeling plush against his ever so slightly chapped ones. Inhuman. He remembered something he’d read in Plutarch, about how the Amazons’ impossible beauty was intended to bring men to ruin. He could preach to that. Her eagerness brought a smirk to his face. He’d never expected this, never really thought their flirtation would come to anything… not that he hadn’t wished otherwise. He laced his gloved fingers between her’s, dragging her over to the Batmobile and opening the door for her. “After you, m’lady.”

The feeling of his gloved hand lacing between her fingers was an oddly comforting one. She squeezed his hand as gently as she could manage and ran her thumb across his, enjoying even the feel of leather beneath her flesh. As soon as he opened the door, she stepped forward to get in, but stopped to turn around and tug him roughly to her. Wrapping the hand she had tangled with his around her back, she pulled him against her and pressed her lips against his again. There was a slight discomfort of being so close with their suits on, but that didn’t stop her from pressing her hips against his. “I hope the Batmobile isn’t the most comfortable place you can come up with.” As she slipped into the car she teased “Might be most convenient in case of an emergency though…” Pulling the door shut herself, she waited for him to get in beside her.

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dianaofthemyscira:

Every little bit of his blush made her swell with pride and the slightest bit more affection for the alien. “You’re humble too, it’s such a good quality.” She looked at his fangs for another moment, stopping him from walking again, stepping in front of his path. “Let me see them.” It took her a moment to react to his comment about ‘exiciting relations,’ but the moment she did she tilted her head back and laughed a bit. “I didn’t actually mean those relations specifically, but that’s good to know. I’ve never found much enthusiasm in vampires, but…” she shrugged “You’re no vampire and who knows…I could be swayed.” She smirked.

You smile widely and give a chuckle, your fangs clearly visible and maw open so she can examine them. They are very lion-like, but, like all of his teeth, are pearly white and well taken care of. “Heh, showing interest in a humble alien, Diana? Whatever would your people think of us?” You stay smiling, both out of sheer enjoyment of her company, and also to let her get a better look at those mean fangs.

Admiring the sharpness of his teeth, she took note of the furiosity his people must bring with them. Yet she found that she wasn’t afraid of Artas, but she did respect him. Watching them after he spoke, contemplating what her people would truly think of such a match, she knew the literal answer immediately. It was a code that she knew well, but she had broken it more ways than one since she entered the world of man. “They are set in their ways,” she said simply. After a moment’s hesitation she tilted her head and pressed her lips to his gently and trailed her tongue across his teeth, uncertain of his reaction or daring enough plunge her tongue past them - she was already imposing on him too much - she simply brushed her tongue against the points. As soon as she pulled away, she looped her arm back through his to tug him back into a slow walk. “How are you finding your time on Earth?”

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You blush a little more at that. She didn’t have to dip her head far, of course, but you still give a chuckle of satisfaction at the feel. “Heh, I am who I am. What people perceive me as is entirely up to them.” You give her a wide smile, displaying your fearsome fangs once again. “As far as my fangs are perceived, they tend to…excite relations. I think it has something to do with the amorous fandom following drinkers on your planet.”

Every little bit of his blush made her swell with pride and the slightest bit more affection for the alien. “You’re humble too, it’s such a good quality.” She looked at his fangs for another moment, stopping him from walking again, stepping in front of his path. “Let me see them.” It took her a moment to react to his comment about ‘exiciting relations,’ but the moment she did she tilted her head back and laughed a bit. “I didn’t actually mean those relations specifically, but that’s good to know. I’ve never found much enthusiasm in vampires, but…” she shrugged “You’re no vampire and who knows…I could be swayed.” She smirked.

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You grin, the blush still pleasant as you show your fangs to her in pleasure. “I insist! You deserve something special in return.” You chuckle softly, your arm pulling her a little closer. “So, what would you like? To see a supernova? To visit a world of crystals that sing when light touches them?”

As his fangs are revealed she glances at them momentarily, genuinely intrigued by it. “Oh no, no, no, no,” she shook her head, but enjoying the closer connection that was brought when he pulled her closer her smile remained in place. “Those all sounds absolutely amazing but I could never ask you to do anything like that simply for rattling off some honest words.”

You shrug, chuckling as your fangs catch the light, lion-like in appearance and coming to dangerous points. “Fair enough, then, Diana-What sort of honest words can I indulge you with tonight?” You keep her close, but not too close-no need to make this awkward by pulling her in too tightly. Though, the temptation to hug this woman is simply astounding. Batman must have extremely refined control for resisting similar urges…

"Do your fangs ever hinder your relations on Earth?" she mused. She smiled and chuckled softly, "There is no need, I assure you that simply walking with me is already bringing me much joy." She squeezed his arm slightly, "Are you always so charming, sir? You’re much too flattering." She dipped her head enough to kiss his cheek, trying not to impose on him too much.

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bruce wayne: dianaofthemyscira: The concept of comparing him to Clark seemed like...

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Bruce couldn’t help the smile that crept across his face, and couldn’t suppress it no matter what horrific thoughts he tried to distract himself with. Even though he’d never had much of a teenage life at the time, he was suddenly reduced to a teenage boy, inwardly feelingly immensely self-congratulatory. Wonder Woman, he was making out with Wonder Woman. Though he knew he shouldn’t think of women in such terms, a little bit of him felt like this was the ultimate conquest. He decided to ignore the fact she was the main driving force behind this. Pushing on, he felt something eerily like a pang of affection as she chided him, followed by quick relief when her fingers were in his hair and her lips back on his. He pulled away, breathing heavy but keeping only the most minimal distance from her. “Let’s get out of here.”

Diana wasn’t typically one to get starstruck, especially not upon meeting fellow heroes, especially not male ones that had a reputation for treating women in a way that was completely and utterly opposed to the things she fought for. Yet somehow there was something about Bruce that made her resolve crumble and she mentally argued that it as acceptable. When he broke the kiss again, she sighed heavily, working to catch her breath, but feeling as if the blood beneath her skin was boiling ferociously. “Yes. Anywhere you want.” Her lips pressed against his for a short peck.

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detectivebat:

dianaofthemyscira:

detectivebat:

He leaned in closer, lowering his voice. “Believe me, it’s anything but boring.”

“I never knew you were such a wordy man, Bruce. You’re beginning to sound like Clark, perhaps I should just go find him….” Although her words were teasing she lifted off the ground about a foot and looked down at him. Bending over, her lips coming only inches from his lips she said “Unless you can give me a reason to stay.”

Bruce was momentarily startled. Clark? Really? That wouldn’t do. As much as he admired many things about his dearest friend, his prowess with the ladies was not one of them. Mainly because there was no prowess to speak of. Determined to prove her wrong (well, that was the excuse) he put a hand on the back of her head, pulling her in for a rough kiss that involved a little more tongue, a little more passion than their last ones. He pulled away. “Don’t compare me to Clark,” he said shortly, trying to stop his mouth from curling into a smile.

The concept of comparing him to Clark seemed like the perfect hook to get him to make a move. Then his hand pulled her down and their lips met and she was immediate gratified. Her lips turned upwards only the slightest bit against his - at least as much as possible when you had Batman’s tongue clashing with your own. Her feet immediately hit the ground and she slipped a hand behind his head to grip his hair. Then the kiss ended all too quickly and she had to exhale a exhasperated sigh. “See what I mean? Chatty. Can’t you just…” Her hand remained at the back of his head but gripped the material of his shirt in the other, pulling him back in for another kiss. Nipping at his lip followed by letting their tongues clash once more.