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[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.

"Always," she says softly. Mick is all that she wants right now, to feel his arms around her, his lips on her skin and the way that they move together. Diana raises up, wrapping her legs around his waist to help encourage Mick forward.

"Always Mick. Please."

She loves him. Completely. Freely.
She only hopes that she hasn't frightened him with the declaration.

He groans as he presses inside of her, his head dipping slightly and his lips brushing hers. She's always so perfect...wonderful, everything he's ever wanted or needed. When she curls her legs around him and pulls him closer her lets himself rest upon her more. He knows she can easily handle his weight and he loves that he can be rough with her and not risk hurting her.

He is afraid, but only because he doesn't understand how to reciprocate her feelings. He doesn't know what to do with someone loving him because it's never happened before.