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Mick.. [Diana doesn't try and stop him as he pulls away, as he starts pacing in his distress. Like she said, he is worth waiting for, worth fighting for.

Then his lips are on hers and she curls a hand at the back of his back to keep him close, returning the kiss, eager and deep.

He doesn't have to ask permission when permission is given freely.]

[Shit. Fuck. Double FUCK! she wasn't supposed to kiss him back! She was a proper fucking lady and you don't just fucking kiss proper fucking ladies and expect them to kiss back. You expect a kick to the nuts or a punch in the face! But she's kissing back and pulling him close and oh hell he needs to go now. Run. Hide. Drink. Light himself on fucking fire before he destroys her. Their daughter. Fuck...he's got a fucking daughter. With the woman he's kissing.

Run.

Hide.

He pulls away and turns to head to the door]

Don't go.

Please Mick. Don't go. [Her voice is a soft plea, still a bit stunned from the way this has gone - a hungry and eager kiss before he pulls away to make a break for the door. But Diana doesn't pull him in when he jerks away.

Antiope had reminded her to be patient.
But Mick? He was worth fighting for.

She wasn't going to give up that easily.]

Don't leave.

[God damn it! He punches the door frame once before turning back and taking the three steps to reach her. On hand goes to her cheek pulling her into a savage kiss while the other pulls her bodily close. He ravages her, makes her take a step back and reaches up to knock everything on the table off and press her against it. He goes down with her body tight against hers as he kisses her like he's dying.]

[Diana is ready to fight, ready to chase Mick down with the Lasso if she must. He can't kiss her like that and run. He can't.

Then he's closing the distance between them and her arms loop around his shoulders to haul him in properly for a kiss.

Finally.
Finally he's with her and neither of them have any reason to fight this. The furniture in his yurt will likely suffer as she wraps her legs around his waist and gives as good as she gets.

But it's all right.
Mick wants her as much as she wants him.]

[He holds her close, ruts against her on the table before he scoops her up and presses her against the counter and cabinets fighting with their clothes wanting skin, wanting to fuck. Shit...he's gonna screw this up...he knows it, but heaven help him he wants her so badly. He looses his coat, looses his shirt, fights to get hers off.]

Want ya...can I? [He gasps huskily as he bites her left shoulder hard enough to bruise a standard human and rocks his still clothe hips into hers. His pants are so uncomfortable, his cock hard and straining against his boxers as the heat of her scalds him through their layers]

[He won't screw this up. Diana has faith in him, she always has.
And when Mick presses her against the counter she groans, hooking her legs around his hips and keeping him close.

This is perfect. This is everything.
Her fingers work with his, desperate to seek out warm skin to feel against hers.]

Yes Mick. Please. Please yes. [She nips at his ear as she hauls him in close. A playful smile.]

Now get those clothes off.

[God in heaven he doesn't deserve this woman..He growls and fights to get her pants off and his own open. He has to have her, desperate.

He picks her up off the counter to get her pants and panties off before he unbuckles his belt, his pants and boxers are around his knees when he pulls her close again and then if she lets him he's pushing her against the wall as he presses inside of her.

Hot.

Wet.

Perfect.

He growls against her lips and kisses her with need as he begins to thrust like it's the last thing he'll ever do.]

[It's a desperate scramble to tear off the rest of their clothes, for Diana to shimmy free of hers before wrapping bare legs around him again. This is so different from anything that she shared with Steve in their all too brief time together, but it's perfect. It's everything that she needs.

Mick is everything that she needs.

Her head tips back against the wall, mouth falling open as Mick sinks into her.

So good.
So very good.

Fingers dig into his shoulders hard enough to bruise as she returns the kiss eagerly, panting against his lips as he moves with her.]

[Mick grunts and moves harder against her practically slamming her into the wall with the force of his thrusts. It's savage, passionate, and liberating.

His fingers bite into her hips potentially hard enough to leave bruises as he works them both towards release]

[The sex is full of heat and passion and she matches him, arching into each and every thrust. Diana tastes the salt sweat on his skin, moaning against his lips as he picks up the pace.

Not how she expected the night to go, but she isn't one to complain. Mick cares for her, wants her the way that she wants him.] Mick..

[A cry as she bites his shoulder, her body shuddering as she arches into him, trying to get that perfect angle, just the right amount of friction.]

[The angle is too hard for him to work a hand between them to rub her clit so he instead hikes her up a little higher against the wall and tries to adjust his thrusts to make her cry out in wonderful pleasure over and over.]

Diana....

[Then he shifts her a little higher and the next thrust is perfect. Each one after that drives her closer to her crest as he clutches at him, panting his name with every push into her.] Mick.. Mick please..

[He goes for broke moving against her as well as he can like this hoping she's close because he certainly is.]

Fuck...doll...close.

[When the wave breaks over her, she gives a wordless cry, pulling Mick hard against her as the warmth fills her.

Diana kisses him again, hanging on as his thrusts speed up, whispering encouragement against his lips.]

[Mick feels her body surrender to the pleasure and it's only three more thrusts before he's doing the same. He groans and buries his head in her neck for a long moment before pulling back enough to kiss her gently, slowly. Now that the fire's burned down just the embers of affection remain and he's all softness and gentle hands. He lets them linger like that for a few minutes before he slowly pulls away.]

Take a shower and clean up with me?

[Diana smiles as she turns her head towards him, feeling his warm breath against her neck as they both slowly come down from the intensity of the moment. The gentleness, the softness of his touch only make her smile more as she returns each kiss, her hands stroking along his arms and shoulders. Keeping him close.]

I'd like that very much. [She can worry about finding her clothes later. Sharing a shower with Mick? Being able to touch and be touched? That is far more important.]

[he leads her into the bathroom and let's her strip his remaining clothes off until they are both naked. He feels a little uncomfortable with the scars both from burns and other injuries all out in the open for her to see. He clears his throat and turns to turn the water on.]

You like hot water?

Warm is good. Not too hot. [Diana's smile is gentle as she moves closer, running her hands along newly bared skin. Mick's scars are a part of him and she'll accept them as easily as she's accepted the rest of him.

She raises up to kiss him softly before taking his hands in order to draw him into the water.]

[Mick lets her adjust the temperature of the water how she likes it. He doesn't pull away when she touches him or kisses him. Instead he leans into it. Obviously she isn't put off. That's good.

He steps into the shower with her and leans in for another kiss before reaching for a washcloth in order to was her gently.]

[Her hands skim over both scarred and smooth skin without stopping, taking in every contour of his body. The kisses they share are warm and gentle and once he's finished with her, Diana is more than happy to return the favor.]

[He has never felt so wanted before. No one has ever looked at him like Diana Prince does and it scares him to death. He doesn't speak, just enjoys it while he can because he knows he can't have this. Not really. There's no way. She might think she cares but she'll realize it's a mistake.

Antipoe should be proof...but instead it's just become a looming future he is terrified of in more ways than he can comprehend. A kid...he's got a kid...LEN HAS A KID!

He lets her wash him in turn sneaking small kisses and touches before they get out, dry off, and redress. He doesn't know what to say or do now. He's never had anyone stay before.]

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[And Diana has not wanted like this in a very long time. Mick asked her to be patient. Her own daughter reminded her of the same thing. So she will be patient. She will wait.

The small kisses and caresses are wonderful, but sooner or later the hot water will threaten to turn cold and they have to return to the main room in order to hunt down clothing that had been thrown aside in heat of the moment.

Diana surveys the mess with an amused quirk of her lips. So much for eating in.

Instead she offers Mick her hand.] Have dinner with me at the saloon. Then, if you like, I can come back and help you straighten up.

[He knows he needs to tell her to slow down, he knows he should say something, anything to let her know that he's overwhelmed emotionally and compromised, but he doesn't know how. So instead he nods at her and takes her hand still not giving more than a small grunt of acknowledgement. HE really hopes she doesn't expect him to talk much, he's pretty sure those braincells are fried right now.]

[Something is wrong.

They've met at the saloon before to talk and eat but this time Mick is largely silent, barely responsive and for the life of her, Diana doesn't know why. Mick had asked her to be patient, which meant not pushing for answers but she can't deny something has shifted between them.

She doesn't know if that shift is for the better or not.

With the bill paid, she rests her hands on the table.]

Mick. Do you need me to go? [A question that hurts to ask, but she won't continue to stay if it's the source of what is suddenly troubling him.]