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[The grape leaf that is half way to his mouth stops leaving him staring at her open mouthed and frozen for several long moments. he closes his eyes, drops the food and crosses the room to her in three long strides. Then he's pulling her close and kissing her like shes air and he's gasping. Fuck she's gorgeous in every sense of the word. When he pulls away he's panting, and he rests his forehead against hers to gather his thoughts for a moment]

You're tryin' to kill me, aren't ya? You...where the hell did ya find it? Looks great on ya.

[Diana's laugh is musical as he hooks an arm around her and kisses her soundly. It was exactly the reaction she'd been hoping for and she smiles, bringing her hands up to cup his have.]

Trying to kill you is exactly the opposite of my intent.

[She wanted to knock his socks off and that's exactly what she did.] I wanted something perfect for the opening, something perfect for you.

You're always perfect. [And he means it.]

Did you want me to dress up too? Ain't somethin' I normally do.

I love you Mick. [Diana knows it's a risk to say and she doesn't expect him to say as much on return. But it's enough that she can tell him.]

You could? Even if it's something simple to speak to what you love.

[Mick stills when she says she loves him. He doesn’t even breathe. He’s staring at her...the blood is rushing in her ears and she’s speaking but he can’t hear her. She loves him? Him? Why? How? He tenses. He wants to run away. Hide. Forget this just happened.

But she’s standing there. Still in his arms and so warm and real. She loves him.]

Diana. I...

[Why? How? Diana could illustrate just how and when she fell for the big man, so her smile is easy and soft as she kisses him again.]

Just stay.
You don't have to say it if you aren't ready.

Ya shouldn't love me. [He says it like it physically hurts him to say it.]

I'll stay...if ya want me too.

Perhaps.

But I do. I love you Mick Rory.

[A smile as she tugs him closer.] Always. I always want you to stay.

[he bites his inner cheek to keep from wincing when she says it again and let’s her pull him close. At least with his face in her neck she can’t see his fear. He holds her tight while he collects himself. Get it together. Freak out later. ]

You really do look great in this.

[He doesn't have to say it. As much as Diana wants to hear it from Mick she's learned enough from Cisco to know that love isn't something that comes easily to him.

As she promised their daughter - she will be patient and she will wait.

Mick is worth that and so much more.] You're very kind.

Give me a moment and I'll change. Maybe call up a movie for tonight?

Alright.

[he kisses her again and then let’s her go change. While she’s gone he sends Len a text about what just happened and then grabs his beer to down. He opens another and sits on her couch to try and find a movie]

[Is Leonard concerned? Yes. Yes he is. He sends an immediate text back to check in on his partner.

Diana comes out a moment later wrapped only in a soft robe as she smiles at Mick and curls in against him. A soft kiss to his cheek.]

Are you going to wear a costume? Or will you be busy working?

[Mick shoots back another message that he will call later. When Diana comes back and curls against him he wraps his arm around her and drops a kiss to the top of her head. ]

I’ll be workin but I can still dress up. Want me to match ya?

[He'd better. Leonard will Worry and nobody wants that.

Diana smiles at the affection as she wraps an arm around his waist.] It could be fun? Fire and ice?

[No, worried Leonard is troublesome. Worse in some ways than a wasted Mick.

Mick gives a soft hum at her suggestion as his hand gently rubs her arm over her robe. Halfway through the movie, once they've pretty much finished eating he turns his head to look down at her and grins wickedly]

You wearin anything under that robe, doll?

[Damn right he's more troublesome when he's worried, but that's for tomorrow.

Diana smiles at the question, kissing his shoulder. If she shifts so the robe can fall and reveal a bare shoulder well. That's enough of an answer isn't it?]

I suppose you'll have to find out, won't you?

[He groans and gently nudges her to straddle his lap. He takes her lips in a deep kiss as his hands move to the belt at her waist hoping to undo her robe to get at the bare flesh beneath. Christ she was too good. Way too good for him.]

[She loves him. Completely. Deeply. Nothing will change that, in her mind.

She shifts to straddle his lap, smiling against his lips as he works at her belt to slide his hands along bare skin.]

Bed or here? [He asks even as his mouth starts sucking and leaving little marks on her neck and shoulders.]

Both. [She tips her head back with a soft sound as her fingers skim along his scalp. Diana could carry them both to bed but she isn't ready to give up any moment of contact with him.] Right here.

Mick grumbles low and loud in his chest as his lips trail down and he takes a nipple into his mouth sucking on it and flicking it with his tongue. His hands hold her hips dragging her closer overtop his tented pants letting her feel how hard he was for her]

Diana moans softly, rolling her hips down against Mick as he tastes her skin. She loves him, loves the feel of his hands on her. "You are still too dressed," she teases softly.

He chuckles and bites at her shoulder before letting her pull his shirt off. He rolls them on the couch so she's lying back, her head near the other arm rest and he kicks off his shoes and moves to undo his belt to get his pants off.

Diana tugs at the belt around her waist to allow the fabric to fall completely open before reaching up to wrap her arms around Mick's bare skin, to draw him in close again. Mick is passionate and warm, kinder than he gives himself credit for. Such a gentle heart.

Her hands span up and across his back, stroking his skin to keep him near.

He makes a gruff hum and finally gets his own pants open and off, kicking them off along with his shoes as he does so before coming to kneel above her.

He leans in for a kiss and relishes the touch of her hands on his skin. No thoughts here, just feelings. She's warm and soft in all the right places. His hands move to her hips and gently part her thighs so he can rest between them, his hard cock rubbing against her moist folds.

"Okay?" He asks because he always wants to have her permission for this.

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