Rating (this chapter): NC-17
General Summary: Diana is curious about Valentine’s Day.
Summary: Diana and Steve pay homage to Aphrodite.
Date Of Completion: February 9, 2008
Date Of Posting: February 12, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 932
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Written for my 2008 DCU Fic/Art Valentine’s Day Challenge and for the February Prompt (Aphrodite) for the 2008 Wonder Woman Love Fic/Art Calendar Challenge. :) Also, even though chocolate is not the main focus of this story, it’s got its little role, so fits the 2008 DCU Fic/Art Chocolate Challenge, too. Three for the price of one! ;)
I used quite a few of the Valentine Prompts. :)
I’ve also decided to collect all my Steve/Diana stories that take place early in their relationship under the title "The Princess And The Pilot". I’ve gone back and re-titled two fics that take place in that timeframe. The entire series can be found here.
TO HONOR APHRODITE
Wonder Woman stepped into the apartment, Steve following her. She paused at the vase of roses inhaling the scent.
“They are beautiful, Beloved.” As Steve came up next to her, gently resting a hand in the small of her back, she turned to him and said, “As are you.”
Steve blushed slightly. His Angel’s directness was amusing and gratifying.
“Thank you,” he said softly, leaning in to kiss her.
Her lips were warm and soft, her mouth tasting of strawberry sauce. Excitement built up in his heart as he slipped his arms around her waist.
She smelled of roses and jasmine, his fingers combing through her hair. When they parted Steve took a rose and tucked it in her hair. Her eyes sparkled to match her necklace, Steve cupping her face.
He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, her silver sandals sparkling in the moonlight as she swung her feet, laughter matching the sandals.
Steve gently dropped her on the bed, her white gown fanning out as she bounced lightly. He unbuttoned his jacket and shrugged it off, discarding his shirt, shoes, socks, and pants while Diana wriggled out of her dress, and they were both naked in moments, Wonder Woman stretching out her arms as she lay back on the bed.
Steve crawled onto the bed, kissing his way up her stomach and chest, her fingers combing through his hair. He kissed the hollow of her throat, her purr tingling through him.
Steve slipped down to slide his tongue over her right breast, teasing her nipple as Diana arched up, her fingers curling in his hair.
He sucked on her nipple, caressing her other breast as her body quivered beneath him. Transferring to her other nipple, he suckled and stroked her hip.
Diana opened her eyes and grasped the back of his head and rolled them over with a quick motion, Steve still pleasuring her. His hands stroked her thighs as she straddled him, releasing her breast as she straightened up, stroking his shoulders.
Her tiara was slightly askew but her necklace was glowing in the moonlight. Her sapphire-blue eyes were wanton as she raked her gaze up and down his body. She grasped his shoulders, raising him up and kissing him hard. He would have bruises in the morning but it was a small price to pay.
Diana laid him back down, then wiggled back to kneel between his legs, taking his cock in her hands as she blew lightly on it. Steve shivered, her delicate touch all the more tantalizing as he knew the steel behind it. That power excited him as she licked her tongue up and down his shaft, his body shuddering as she slowly ran it up to the tip, caressing the slit as he moaned and clutched the sheets.
She massaged and touched and licked until Steve was certain he would go insane. She took her lasso from the nightstand and loosely bound his wrists, looping the ends around the headboard and tying them off. His body tingled at the touch of the lasso and she leaned down as she traced a finger down his chest, whispering, “Fill me now, Beloved.”
He gasped a yes and she lowered herself on his ready cock, strong thighs pumping her body up-and-down as she glowed in the moonlight, her tiara and necklace moonbright, her silver bracelets sparkling as the yellow rose looked exotic in her hair. He grabbed the lasso and held on tight, the golden rope giving him purchase as he thrust, her warmth welcoming him as it always did, his heart racing with excitement as her eyes were starlit with love and lust, all Amazon power and steel wrapped in silken skin and hot wetness.
She was beautiful, so beautiful…
Fingers glided around his thighs and hips, her body so strong and sleek as she crooned softly, her dark hair cascading down her back as she smiled at him…
Stars exploded behind his eyes as he felt himself come, a happy purr from Diana as she arched back, a soft cry escaping her lips, then she drooped down, her hair over her eyes, the rose nearly falling out. She slid off, slipping up his body to kiss him. He smiled as he felt a sense of lassitude come over him, feeling her touch as she cleaned them both, removed her tiara and necklace, then curled up around him after freeing him from the lasso.
He had no regrets about the lasso ending up back on the nightstand. Tonight wasn’t the night for the lasso, no.
Tomorrow night, maybe.
He sighed with a smile as Diana pulled the sheets and blanket up over their bodies. “You are happy, my love?” she whispered, placing the yellow rose in his hair as he smiled, her hand touching his new Medal.
He caressed her silken hair. “Oh, yes, my Angel.” He kissed her brow. “Did you enjoy Valentine’s Day, my darling?”
She looked at him with bright eyes. “Oh, yes!” Excitement made her face even more beautiful. “May we partake of the chocolates tomorrow?”
He laughed gently as he wrapped his other arm around her. “Yes, and the strawberries, too.”
She sighed happily as they settled down to sleep while holding on to each other in the moonlight, her whisper of “A fitting homage to Aphrodite” bringing a smile to Steve’s face.
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My love for you,
Is like an endless sea,
Forever and anon,
You complete me.
Diana’s Classic Victorian
Valentine Card To Steve