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Fic: The Princess And The Pretty Bird I: Princess In Pink (1/1) (For Merfilly's Birthday)

Title: The Princess And The Pretty Bird I: Princess In Pink (1/1)
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters: Diana/Dinah
Categories: Slice-Of-Life, Humor
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Dinah helps Diana celebrate her birthday.
Date Of Completion: July 6, 2007
Date Of Posting: July 6, 2007
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 643
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: Happy Birthday, merfilly  ! I baked you a cake! ;) I noticed that you have written this pairing before (Sisters In Spirit), so I thought you might enjoy this little ficlet. Pink seems to be my frosting of choice in the DCU lately! LOL! 
The entire series can be found here.

As Diana opened the door, Dinah marched in with a pink-frosted cake and candles.

 

“What’s this?”

 

“What’s it look like?  It’s a birthday cake, silly!”

 

Dinah set the cake down on the kitchen table. “Where are your matches?  Ah, here they are!” She took a box down from a nail on the wall and struck the kitchen match, lighting the yellow, red and blue candles.  She blew out the match and ran it under the tap water, placing it on the counter with the charred edge over the sink.

 

“Okay, make a wish!”

 

“Dinah…”

 

“It’s your birthday, right?”

 

“Yes, but…”

 

“And you’re in America, right?”

 

“I am.”

 

“Then we’ll celebrate it the American way.  I would do an Amazonian celebration, but I’m not sure of the customs.  Would you eat dates and grapes and play bullets-and-bracelets?”

 

Bemused, Diana walked over to the table, closed her eyes, then opened them and blew out the candles while holding back her long, dark hair.

 

“Sorry it couldn’t be two thousand, but I think that many would have melted the cake,” Dinah grinned.

 

“Ha ha.”

 

Dinah fished around in the kitchen drawer and yanked out a knife. “Sit, Princess, and I’ll serve.”

 

Diana obeyed, then blinked. “There are cherries and strawberries on this cake!”

 

“Yes, I know you like both.  And they go well with the pink frosting.”

 

“The flavor of this cake is…?”

 

“Cherry.”

 

Dinah took out two plates and put them on the table, removed the candles, then cut the cake, giving the first piece to Diana.  She poured out glasses of buttermilk and then took her seat after cutting herself a slice of cake.

 

“Mmm, did you bake this, Dinah?”

 

“I did.” Dinah’s voice was filled with pride. “I’m not just a karate girl, you know.”

 

Diana laughed, then put a strawberry in her mouth.  Dinah watched as she ate her own fruit.

 

“So, after the first two thousand, do you celebrate birthdays anymore?”

 

Diana smiled. “We do.  And as you say, the food tends to be dates and grapes.” Her eyes twinkled. “And bullets-and-bracelets make for a wonderful party game.”

 

Dinah laughed.  She ate a slice of cake.  Hmm, she wasn’t a bad baker after all.

 

“Oh, dear.”

 

Dinah looked up and blinked.

 

Diana was wearing a low-cut dress, diaphanous and short-skirted, very much like her costume when she chose to wear the star-spangled skirt over the shorts.  A dollop of pink frosting had fallen onto her chest, sliding down in the cleft between her breasts.  She used her finger to scoop it up and licked it off, gold bracelets jangling.

 

Dinah felt heat, and not in her face.

 

“What a clumsy birthday girl I am,” Diana said, her smile beguiling.

 

“Uh, very clumsy.” Dinah tossed her dark hair.  Her own peasant blouse was showing some cleavage, and she smiled. 

 

Both women slowly ate the pieces of cake, a light breeze coming in through the screen door.  Dinah wondered how pleasant it would be on Paradise Island right now.

 

When Diana finished her cake, she said, “Thank you, Dinah.  What a nice birthday present!”

 

“Ah, but that’s not all I have for your birthday.”

 

“Really?”

 

Dinah nodded. “I was thinking, what do you get a Princess who has everything?” A pause. “Perhaps a bird.”

 

“Ah.” Diana’s eyes were sparkling. “Not in a gilded cage, I take it?”

 

Dinah shook her head. “No, free as a.”

 

Diana laughed.  She stood up and took their plates and forks, put them in the dishwasher, and then leaned over and kissed Dinah.  Dinah’s heart triphammered as the Amazon drew back.  She winked and left the kitchen.

 

Dinah stood, put the glasses in the dishwasher, and started to follow.  She paused, turned, picked up the plate with the cake on it, and headed for the bedroom. 

 

Pink frosting and Amazons.

 

Sounded like a good, tasty combination to her.       

 

 

 

 

 

     



 
Tags: birthday fic, diana prince/dinah lance, femslash, the princess and the pretty bird, wonder woman/black canary
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