Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Steve/Diana
Rating (this chapter): Mild ‘R’
General Summary: Diana treats Steve to a romantic weekend at a special place.
Chapter Summary: ‘Cozy’ is the word as Steve and Diana enjoy dinner at The Wayside Inn while the snow falls outside.
Date Of Completion: December 9, 2008
Date Of Posting: December 11, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1705
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Happy Birthday, stinglikeabee! Sorry it took so long to post, but better late than never, right? ;) Your request of "Diana sweeping Steve off his feet!" is fulfilled. :) I tried to evoke a romantic mood, and definitely used all five senses! :)
My family tradition was to travel to The Wayside Inn once a year for a meal, usually around December because they always decorate so prettily at this time of year. I knew the history of the Inn but was glad to see so many facts gathered into one place on their website. If you’d like to see what The Wayside Inn looks like, read the history, and see the menu, you can find all the info here.
Also fits the 2008 Wonder Woman Love Fic/Art Calendar Challenge (January): Prompt: Snow and (December): Prompt: Gift.
All chapters can be found here.
The snow was still falling as Steve awoke in late afternoon, Diana curled up in his arms. He sighed contentedly, warm and happy.
Diana awakened, her hand on his chest. “We have dinner reservations, Beloved. We should dress.”
She grinned. “We share the bathroom with several other guests. I do not think showering together is a good idea.”
“You first, then.”
“I’m too lazy to get out of bed.”
Diana rolled over on top of him. “Lazy wastrels can be dashing.”
Steve grinned and admired the way Diana’s dark hair cascaded over her breasts. “I’m too sore to get out of bed, Angel.”
“I hope that is a tribute to my lovemaking skills.”
Steve laughed. “Partly.”
Diana caressed his shoulder and arm. “So many bruises,” she murmured. “That battle…”
“…is over, love.” He brushed her hair aside, exposing a creamy breast.
“Mmm, I suppose I could take an extra-quick shower to make up for…”
Diana purred as Steve kissed her.
As Diana climbed out of bed, Steve received a magnificent view of luscious buttocks. He relaxed against the headboard, hands crossed behind his head, the sheet falling to his waist as he bent one leg.
“You are shameless.”
Steve chuckled as Diana shook her head, slipping into a robe and slippers. She left the room and he closed his eyes, looking forward to dinner.
His bruises didn’t hurt quite so much.
He let his thoughts drift, startled when a towel lightly slapped his chest.
“Time to shower, my lazy one. The bathroom is available.”
“All right, darling.” Steve climbed out of bed, jumping as his butt was snapped by a towel. “Did you learn that in a locker room on Paradise Island?”
Diana laughed and shed her robe as she opened the dresser drawer and pulled out silk panties.
Steve smiled as he pulled on his robe and left the room.
Christmas trees glittered all around the large dining room, decorated with scarlet and white balls, red velvet bows, and pink and red garland ribbons. Silver-and-gold stars topped each tree.
The tables were draped with pink cloths, cranberry-colored linen napkins, gold-rimmed glasses, and pewter silverware. A large fireplace crackled with a golden fire, and Diana and Steve were led to a table close to its warmth.
The snow was falling at a slower pace, accumulating but not making it difficult to travel. Only a few tables were empty.
Diana wore a long-sleeved wine-red dress, the hem just above the knees, accentuated by a gold chain with a single crystal teardrop. She easily walked in high heels, and her hair shone in the reflected light of the fireplace, soft and lush.
Steve wore a navy-blue suit and sapphire-blue tie that matched his eyes, a gift from Diana. A gold tieclip winked in the firelight, another gift.*
“Mmm, the fire feels toasty,” he said as he laid his napkin on his lap.
“I believe the term is ‘cozy’.”
Steve smiled as he picked up the menu. “Oh, damn!”
“I forgot that the chicken pot pie is only offered at lunchtime. Now I’ll have to wait ‘til tomorrow to have some.” Steve pouted.
Diana’s eyes sparkled as she said, “Do not fret so, Beloved.” A waitress in a red velvet uniform trimmed in white lace appeared. “Your mother told me it was your favorite meal. I requested that the kitchen make it for you this evening.”
“Yes, we will serve you all the trimmings, sir,” said the smiling waitress, her white lace cap bobbing as she nodded.
Steve felt…loved. “Thank you, Angel.”
“You are most welcome, Beloved.” Diana’s smile was pure beauty. “I am having the same.”
The waitress nodded. “And what dressing would you like on your salads?”
“Italian,” they chimed in unison, smiling at each other.
“And to drink?”
“May we see a wine list?” Diana asked.
As the waitress left, Diana said, “I intend to pay for everything this weekend, my love.”
She nodded. “This is my treat for you.”
Steve’s first instinct was to protest, his social upbringing still whispering that the man should pay, but he had shared expenses with Diana before. Letting her pay for everything? Why not?
“Thank you, Angel.”
Her expression of happiness satisfied him that he had made the right decision in not protesting. If they were truly equal, that meant in finances as well.
And besides, was it really so bad to be pampered by the woman he loved?
The waitress returned with a wine list and a basket of hot rolls. After ordering their wine, Diana and Steve dug into the basket. There were rolls of wheat and corn and sticky buns. Steve took a corn muffin and Diana a wheat roll, applying butter from the dish set in the center of the table.
“Your father said your family served in nearly every war,” Diana said as she buttered her roll.
“My family’s answered the call in the Revolution, the Civil War, both World Wars, Korea, Vietnam…” Steve sighed. “A long list.”
“As our counterparts have on Earth-2.”
Steve thought of the happy couple on that parallel Earth and smiled. “Yes, very much like them.” He took a bite of his corn muffin. “Can you imagine the excitement of running this place during the Revolution, travelers coming through, some of them spies…?”
“Such a romantic.”
Steve smiled, firelight reflecting in his eyes and glinting in his hair. “You bring it out of me.”
Diana smiled, taking a bite of her wheat roll.
The wine was poured, the salads brought, and for a time the only sounds were the hiss and pop of the fire and the murmur of the other diners.
“I read about the historical preservation project undertaken by Mr. Henry Ford in 1923, keeping the inn in the public consciousness,” Diana said.
Steve nodded. “It was the first living history project in the country on a tremendous scale, pre-dating Colonial Williamsburg in Virginia.” Steve glanced out the window. “The Martha-Mary Chapel and the Grist Mill were added, along with some other buildings.”
“So your family is part of Americana.”
“Oh, yes. We’re very white bread, I’m afraid. Some English, Irish, Canadian…nothing exotic there.”
“Oh, but they are exotic to me.”
Steve smiled. “What about a dash of Italian somewhere in the bloodline?”
“I am familiar with Roman blood.”
Steve laughed. He was still smiling when their dinners were brought, and he eagerly opened the crust of the chicken pot pie in its deep dish, letting it cool. He ate some of the side dishes of peas, carrots and mashed potatoes first, then tried the pie.
“Mmm, just as good as I remembered it.” He savored the flaky crust and the tender chicken.
“I agree as to its goodness,” Diana said, enjoying the meal.
They talked of friends, adventures, and savored every bite. When they finished, Steve declared, “You have to try the apple pie, Angel!”
“I would like to do so very much,” Diana smiled, setting aside her plate for the waitress to take.
They both ordered the deep dish apple pie with apple cinnamon whipped cream. The pie was warm and the whipped cream delicate and snapping with cinnamon.
“Utterly delicious.” Diana took another bite, closing her eyes.
Steve grinned. Deep dish apple pie was a winner every time! This weekend was just what he had needed.
“Thank you, Angel,” he said softly.
She opened her eyes and looked at him with a smile curving her lips. “You are very welcome, Steve.”
Enid Abernathy shuffled along the hall in her warm robe, carrying a towel, toothbrush, and toothpaste. Sharing a bathroom with other guests on the floor took her back to days in the dorm, and life at home with five other sisters. Well, both experiences had been decades ago. She and her husband were enjoying the fruits of their labors in their retirement years, and glad to be in the heated building as the snow began to come down harder, the dining room closed and travelers long gone, eager to get home before the roads became impassable.
Enid stopped at the bathroom door and knocked.
“I’ll be out in a minute!” called a masculine voice.
Enid leaned against the wall, accustomed to waiting. There were those old memories again.
The door opened and she blinked. She had gotten lucky with a close-up view of this one! She smiled as the gorgeous blond man politely smiled at her and said, “Good evening.”
She watched him walk to his room, regretting the fluffy robe. She would have liked to have seen it slide off…
She blinked again as a door opened and the blond smiled at the woman who ruffled his hair and walked toward the bathroom in fuzzy slippers.
The beautiful woman reached the bathroom. “After you, ma’am,” she said, wrapped in a fluffy white robe and carrying her toothbrush and toothpaste.
“Um, you go ahead. I just remembered I forgot to bring my lotion.”
She nodded and disappeared into the bathroom.
Enid nearly ran to her room and pushed open the door. “Joe! It’s Wonder Woman!”
“What are you talking about?”
“Wonder Woman is in the bathroom down the hall!”
“Did you have too much Grey Goose tonight?”
Joe grumbled but put on his robe and slippers and followed her down the hall.
The door opened as they reached it and the statuesque Amazon smiled at them, walking gracefully down the hall.
Joe’s mouth was open. “She’s…!”
In the room Diana closed the door and leaned back against it. “I surprised a nice elderly couple.”
“You’re a surprising woman,” Steve said, sitting up in bed.
Diana put down her toothpaste and toothbrush and shed her robe, kicking off her slippers. She climbed into bed and her hair fell over her breasts. She grabbed a quilt off the chair and wrapped it around the two of them as they opened a book and snuggled close, warm as the snow fell outside.
A little bedtime reading, and then other ways to keep warm.
*As told in By-The-Sea III: Angel Baby.