Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Steve/Diana, Queen Hippolyta, Medea, Artemis
Genres: Challenge, Drama, With Dashes Of Humor ;)
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Claim: For the dcu_freeforall Challenge (Diana/Steve)
Prompt: T 13; P 23: Where Are My Pants?
Prompt Count: (11/15)
General Summary: Steve meets Diana’s mother face-to-face for the first time.
Chapter Summary: Queen Hippolyta arrives in Boston.
Date Of Completion: November 3, 2009
Date Of Posting: February 25, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1215
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"WHERE ARE MY PANTS?"
“Do you think your mother would like cranberry muffins? How about apple pie? Or pumpkin pie?”
Diana slipped her arms around her lover’s waist, resting her chin on Steve’s broad shoulder as he stood at the kitchen counter.
“My darling, do not worry so.”
“Your mother is coming and she’ll be meeting me for the first time! She never even saw me when I was unconscious after crashing off the Island. I’ve never even laid eyes on her.” He facepalmed. “My future mother-in-law is Queen of all the Amazons!!!”
Diana nuzzled his neck. “She will be most impressed.”
Steve snorted. “Somehow I doubt that.”
Diana laughed. “You worry too much, my love. You are beautiful, charming, and a Warrior.”
“And a man.”
Diana smiled wryly. “True, but even though I am considered odd by my sisters, they still love me.”
Steve chuckled. “And your mother?”
Diana kissed his shoulder.
Steve bent down and retrieved his pen. He sure had the dropsies today.
He sat back in his chair. His desk held scattered papers as he tried to compile a report that was due by the end of the week. Unfortunately, his thoughts were as scattered as the papers.
He was really nervous about meeting Hippolyta. No matter what Diana said, her mother’s opinion mattered to her. Why wouldn’t it? His mother’s opinion mattered to him.
But then, his mother approved of Diana.
He rubbed his temples. He could feel a headache coming on. He was going to mess this up; he knew it. Not only was he going to fall short of the mark, he had no shot of ever getting there. His lover’s mother had no use for men: game, set, match. In fact, she could easily cut his heart out and feed it to the falcons (a curse he had heard Diana utter last week against a super-villain) without blinking an eye.
Well, the Queen was arriving in two days, stopping to visit her daughter and the Atheneum here in Boston before going on to the United Nations in New York. She wasn’t staying long.
Less time to mess things up.
Diana and Steve kissed all the way to the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way.
Diana was careful to restrain her Amazon strength, but she had much practice. She tasted Steve, like strawberries ‘n’ sunshine, silken skin beneath her fingers. She was blessed by the Goddesses and had no intention of giving him up.
No matter what her mother said.
They tumbled onto the bed, Steve’s lips warm on her skin like honey. She caressed his chest and hip, urging him to slide into her as her sex burned, hips thrusting up to impale him deeper, pleasure radiating throughout her body.
“Angel,” Steve whispered as his seed spilled into her as wave after wave of pleasure blossomed through her.
When Steve fell asleep a little while later, Diana held him close.
It would have been far easier if she had fallen deeply, passionately in love with one of her Amazon sisters, as a Princess was expected to do, not with a man, Warrior though he was.
She knew that her mother disapproved of Steve. Hippolyta had not concealed her feelings, and she would not shed a single tear if Diana broke up with Steve.
Well, Mother, that isn’t going to happen.
She embraced Steve protectively.
Diana awoke, confused for a moment, then leapt out of bed.
“Steve!” she gasped. “Wake up! Mother’s here!”
“What?” Steve mumbled.
She shook his shoulder. “Mother’s here!”
Steve came instantly awake. “What? She’s not supposed to be here until tomorrow!”
“I know.” Diana hastily threw on a robe.
Steve jumped out of bed. “Where are my pants?” he asked frantically, grabbing his discarded shirt.
“No need to worry, Beloved. Go and shower and I will deal with Mother.” She gave him a warm kiss and he relaxed a little. As he hurried into the connecting bathroom, Diana slid her feet into bunny slippers (a gift from Steve), ran a brush over her hair, and hurried out to the living room.
Queen Hippolyta was sitting in an overstuffed chair, two Amazons in full Warrior regalia flanking her. Diana noted that they were the two most opposed to her romance with Steve.
There was no way you could have brought Mala or Paula? Diana sighed. Of course not.
“Good morning, Daughter.”
“Good morning, Mother.” Diana leaned down and kissed her on the cheek as Hippolyta grasped her hand. As Diana drew back, she asked, “Your plans changed quickly?”
“I wished to spend a little extra time with you.” She looked behind Diana. “Where is your paramour?”
Diana sighed inwardly. “Showering and dressing. You caught us by surprise.”
“No doubt.” Hippolyta looked down at Diana’s bunny slippers.
“A whimsical one.” Hippolyta’s expression told Diana she had guessed who had given her the slippers.
“How is Paradise?”
Hippolyta laughed lightly. “Still the same.”
They chatted for awhile, catching up, then Steve appeared, freshly-shaved, crisply-dressed in his dress uniform, lemon-blond hair damp from his shower but neatly-combed. He smiled a trifle nervously but his sapphire eyes were shining.
Diana felt pride swell in her chest. Surely there was no more beautiful man even on Olympus!
“Your Majesty, welcome to my home.”
Steve bowed and Hippolyta said coolly, “Thank you, Major.” As Steve straightened she said, “This is Medea and Artemis, two of my finest Warriors.”
“Yes, I know Medea.”*
The statuesque Amazon’s brown eyes glittered, auburn hair tumbling over her shoulders. The other Amazon was stony-faced, green eyes contemptuous.
“Would you ladies like breakfast? Medea can tell you that I’m a pretty good cook.”
Steve smiled but Diana could detect the nervousness underneath.
“Perhaps you should clean up the living room first.”
Puzzled, Diana and Steve looked around the neat-as-a-pin room.
Hippolyta made a queenly gesture, and Artemis produced Steve’s blue uniform pants.
Blushing, Steve took the pants. “I…I…”
“Your habits appear quite sloppy, Major.” The Queen made another gesture and Medea produced Steve’s boxer shorts, holding them as if they were something dirty, her face twisted in disgust.
This time Steve blushed bright-red, embarrassment and shame shadowing his eyes.
Angrily Diana snatched the underwear from Medea, ignoring the Amazon’s smirk.
“Mother, I wish to speak with you alone.”
“Of course, Daughter.”
Diana placed the boxers in Steve’s hand, lightly kissing him on the lips.
“I will be back soon, Beloved.”
Steve nodded, still mortified.
Hippolyta followed Diana out onto the patio, the Queen breathing in the crisp autumn air.
“A lovely little yard.”
“Mother, why are you choosing to humiliate the man I love?”
“Daughter, you are being quite sensitive. Can your pilot not handle such things?”
“Mother, do not play games. You chose to deliberately hurt Steve. He has been so eager to make everything welcoming for you, and yet you do this.”
Hippolyta looked bored. “Daughter, I am here to see you after these many months, not your paramour.”
Diana clamped down on her anger. “He is a part of me, Mother. He is my soulmate.”
Hippolyta turned to face Diana, eyes glittering.
“We shall see.”
*Jewels In The Crown I: Hera’s Chalice