Blackness greeted the backs of Wonder Woman's eyes when she groggily regained consciousness, her hands searched the bed around her with minds of their own as they tried to find something that was there before and wasn't present now. "I had something warm here, didn't I?" She thought. When her search bore no fruit beyond rumpling amethyst sheets, the Amazon opened her eyes to find whatever she had fallen asleep with. Stretching, she rubbed at her eyes as her memories of the day before returned. A gasp jumped from Diana's throat as she realized who was supposed to have their naked, tanned, ass in the bed next to her. "Shayera?" She called, looking down the short hallway to the bathroom light's glow. Her heart leapt when she thought she saw a figure pass through the light, she stood to walk to it. A smile hung on her lips as she rounded the corner expecting to see her love, it soon vanished upon the realization that the redhead was not there. With a groan and a slight shiver, Diana walked back to the bed; if she had not been so eager to cover her body with warm blankets, she would not have seen the piece of paper sitting on the nightstand. Her pulse quickened, "Finally some answers." She thought. An emerald green lamp stood on each side of the bed, one to stand guard near each nightstand, she turned on the closest with the slight yank of a delicate chain. The piece of paper was light in her hands, but it fluttered heavily and lifelessly to the floor as her hands shook feverantly due to the contents of the page. "I love you. Don't worry, went to take care of something for J'onn." It read. Her mind was swimming with questions as she felt reality sinking in.
"This has all been foolish, I am not truly in love with her am I? No, its not possible, I do not trust anyone enough to pour my love into them or devote myself, I merely needed her to serve as a pleasurable outlet for the flesh." She said, holding her head in shaky hands; tears brimmed at the edges of her eyes, she felt her resolve crumbling at the thought of Shayera's wonderful smile. "Oh, Hera! I need her, I need her with me here, now! She loves me and I need her!" She sobbed. Her fists clenched, capturing ebony strands of hair within her grasp as she was torn by her emotions. "If she loves me so much, then where is she?", A small part of her mind whispered resentfully. The woman in the dark room opened her eyes and wiped the tears away, her jaw clenched as she stood tall. It was then she fully realized that she was still naked, in Shayera's room, minutes away from her own dwelling. She sighed with a smile, "Shayera knew she was stranding me the moment our lips came together for a moonlit dance." She shook her head. As she pondered how to get to her room unnoticed, another smile came to her face.
Most of the Watchtower was quiet on nights like this, save for the scads of heroes rushing to the teleportation room, but it was quiet and close to dreary in the rest of the vast space-station. Lights were dimmed in the hallways as couples strolled hand in hand, exchanging loving glances; some pairs exchanged more than glances, however. Black Canary and Huntress had occupied the training room, but if one walked in expecting to see the rivals grappling, their jaws would quite literally hit the floor; the two beautiful women were certainly in a stalemate, but the fight was over who would get to be on top. Helena won and managed to wrestle her partner to the ground, pulling the blonde's black tights off roughly as their lips connected and tongues danced passionately. Moans and sighs of pleasure filled the room as the air around them grew hotter by the second. Another couple that was surely one filled with love was Fire and Ice. The pair was in the cafeteria together, sharing a meal that they had painstakingly made, trying for nearly an hour to figure out how to roast beef properly; Fire grew agitated with their home oven and nearly melted the food herself. Laughter erupted from the women as they looked with relative pride at their latest creation; Fire then took her wife into strong arms and carried her, along with their meal, all the way to the cafeteria of the Watchtower to enjoy it together. They stared lovingly into each other's eyes as they fed a bite of the food to the other slowly, and always with a smile. Onlookers were all jealous of the love and contentment the women shared, all of them, including the Flash. He held his filled tray close to his chest, to keep it balanced, as he walked past Ice and her stunningly beautiful wife, Fire. The Fastest Man Alive felt like a hollow title because there was no woman there for him to be fast FOR; he deeply regretted being shy in front of Fire at Blackhawk island (He hadn't known she was a lesbian but he regretted it anyway after the two women engaged in a long intimate kiss once everyone got off the jet), but despised himself for not taking Giganta up on her affections for him. Sitting at one of the small dull tables by himself he sighed, looking sadly at the women who were so happy together. "Maybe I should get married," he said, "it would make my life sooooooo much easier." He rested his face on his propped chin. "Oh well." He thought, and began eating. Flash was scarfing down about three cheeseburgers at once when he was interrupted mid-bite by a screeching sound from his comm. device. He shook his head and closed his eyes from the slight strain; pressing his finger to his covered ear, he talked through the food in his mouth, "What is it?" He blushed as crimson as his uniform when the married women in the corner saw him accidentally spit out a piece of french fry, he waved nervously at the pair before swallowing to continue. "What's going on?"
"Flash, I need a favor."
"Hey y-you! So how was-"
"Don't even Flash, it doesn't concern you. Now can I count on one of the numerous favors you owe me or not?" His teammate did not sound like they were in the mood for pleasantries.
"Of course! I'll come meet you as quick as a- well, me! Are you still in...the room?" He asked, shoving in the other half of his last burger along with the rest of the fries.
"Yes, I'll see you in a moment." They replied dryly. He laid his hands down on the table in exhaustion, sighing as he balanced his head on his hands.
"Well, I'd better go before somebody blows a gasket." He said to himself as a sigh slipped from his gaping mouth. In less than an instant he was up from the table and speeding down the hallways so quickly, he appeared to be leaving a trail of crimson right behind him. Laughter jumped from his throat as he once again took the opportunity to revel in his incredible power; he giggled madly as the people he passed looked around in confusion at the speeding ball of red that zoomed by. It was easy enough to get to the black metal door, but the hard part was knocking. For a solid minute he stood there, repeatedly clearing his throat, trying to muster the courage to rap his knuckles against the metal. "Darn it Wally, you can do this." His fists clenched and he raised an arm, ready to grab the attention of the temporary inhabitant; the door swung open in front of him and a beautiful Amazon in a white dress stood before him, leaning against the doorframe.
"Hello Flash, I'm glad you got here so quickly." Diana said, looking the man up and down as his jaw hung agape.
"Is that what you wore to your-" She held up her hand to stop him mid-sentence.
"Nothing is going on between Shayera and me, there is no US." She made quotations in the air at the last word. Flash kept his mouth shut, knowing better than to anger the woman in front of him, even though he knew for a fact that there was something special between the Princess and the redhead with wings. "As you can see, I am dressed rather nicely and I am practically stranded here in Shayera's room." She gestured around herself.
"And that's where I come in?" He pieced together. She nodded with a smile. "Alrightie then, no problem Princess, we can get gone as soon as you're ready."
Wonder Woman turned around and looked wistfully at the bedroom she had occupied for nearly two days with her winged lover. Blue eyes lingered on the purple sheets they made love in, with a sigh she turned around and nodded at her teammate thinking, "I have to walk away from all this." She was startled as the man took her into his arms like Shayera had; as they zoomed through the hallways, the Princess closed her eyes and breathed deeply, pretending that the Thanagarian warrior was carrying her. It was over in well- a flash; she was standing in front of her room door, Flash next to her with not even so much as a drop of sweat or a pant of exhaustion. "Thank you Wally, I appreciate it very much." Her heart clenched; she missed Shayera's room already.
"No problem, Diana." He rested a gloved hand on her shoulder, "If you and Shayera are fighting, just keep in mind that she really does love you." His voice sounded almost sad.
"Thank you Flash." She had nothing more to say, she didn't know what TO say even if she did feel up to a conversation about her winged lover.
He smiled at his friend and turned to walk away but stopped suddenly when she pressed the key into her lock, "Oh, there's a meeting for the original seven in about ten minutes, you know where." He looked to the left and right, pretending to be suspicious of all who came by in the attempt to get a smile from Diana, he succeeded and got a small chuckle. Waving one final time the crimson crusader bolted down the hall in the other direction.
The Amazon sighed as she fell into her bed, knocking a few shirts aside upon landing. "Great, team meeting. Now I can't avoid Shayera all day." Rubbing at her temples she stood, and grabbed the new uniform she had left in the wash before she went out with... Shayera. A pair of glistening emerald eyes flashed through her head, Wonder Woman bit her lip hard when the redhead occupied all available thoughts. "Do I love her or do I hate her?" The question that she asked herself was truly perplexing, especially with the anger that still came from not waking up next to a sexy Thanagarian. Sighing heavily she threw on her newly repaired costume and strutted down the hallway with her shoulders back and her chin up on the way to the Room of the Original Seven. It was difficult to press a falsified smile to her lips, but the real challenge was keeping her Thanagarian lover from her ever-wandering mind.