Author's Note: I have been reading Wonder Woman comics and my other half was commenting on how many of the stories avoid any hint of Diana being a sexual being. Even the cartoons, tv shows and films do it. Thus she asked if it was even possible for Diana to realistically be innocent still and this was my response.

The universe and timeline is vague in order to fit into a headcanon which could possibly exist in the film, one of the comics, or even the tv universes. Wonderwoman has been re-imagined and rebooted so many times that choosing an origin story or time frame was too hard.

"…and then Batman did his usual disappearing act, so I was left with Superman to deliver the remains of the damn robots to STAR labs like I was FedEx Express," Diana groaned in exasperation and taking a healthy gulp of her wine.

Etta Candy laughed, uninhibited and loudly. Her rounded face flushed with good humour and no small amount of gin.

Etta reached across to Diana's sweats clad leg and patted her friend's thigh in a childishly consoling manner.

"There there Di. I am sure no-one saw the mighty Princess covered in grease and lugging the remains of Toyman's neon pink dolly robots across the country."

Diana's face scrunches in mock aggravation as she playfully slaps her best friend's hand away and reaches across to pour herself another glass of wine. Diana tries to maintain her mock glare but the humour in her eyes and twitching of her lips reveals her own struggle to smother a fit of the giggles after recounting her latest and most bizarre fight.

Diana sniffs regally, and masters her face, "There shan't be a single embarrassing picture online. Unlike Superman, I flew high enough to be out of range of even the most high powered cameras. I think Kal plays the jester on purpose to misdirect from his true power. Flying low so everyone could see him carting around that ridiculous pink dolly robot, waving and smiling like a goof despite being covered in motor oil and gods knows what from its innards."

Etta stares into the distance and sighs, "But he looks so good doing it. You looked like a pissed off cat who had been dragged through a hedge backwards when you came in this evening."

"EXCUSE YOU!" Diana cries and shoves Etta who, in her slightly tipsy state, overbalances on the sofa and tips onto the floor in a sprawling heap.

"Ahh," Etta squawks loudly as she collapses onto her back like a beached dolphin, giving more attention to not spilling her gin than to protecting herself from her fall.

Diana flops into giggles and half apologies with a slightly guilty look that is ruined by her humour.

Etta, having drunk enough gin to lose her regimented professional demeanour, begins bellowing dramatically, "Assault, assault! I have been assaulted by Wonder Woman I tell you! Call the State Department, call the Justice league, call someone! The defender of women, and champion of truth my left tit!"

"Shh," Diana hushes Etta through her giggles, "Stop shouting, you'll have the neighbours calling the cops if you don't keep it down."

Diana reaches across to help her friend up but is playfully slapped away as Etta stands, a little unsteadily, straightens her fluffy bathrobe as though it is her military uniform and huffily marches back towards the kitchen counter to pour herself a top up.

Diana rolls her eyes and slouches back, "My apologies. Even now I sometimes forget my own strength."

Etta snorts, "You mean you get sloppy when you're wine drunk? Don't worry about it. It's not the first time I have been pushed to the floor, although the last time was under much more pleasant and salacious conditions. " Etta smiles coyly, and suggestively runs her hand down her ample bosom and across her shapely thigh in a move which would have put 60s starlets to shame; were it not for the fact she was stood in a pink fluffy robe which had as much shape and sex appeal as a potato sack.

"You are incorrigible Etta," Diana says with a roll of her eyes before she freezes on the sofa in mock horror, "Wait…were you thrown to the floor here? Am I safe sitting on this sofa or have you despoiled this masterpiece of comfort?"

Etta laughs and almost snorts gin as she saunters back to the sofa and flops back down, "Diana, why do you think the cushions on this brand new sofa feel so soft and broken in? I got more action on this baby than a bouncy castle at an eight year olds birthday party."

Diana wrinkles her nose and gets up quickly to flip over the cushion that she is sitting on. "That is not a mental image I needed Etta."

Etta sighs in exasperation and amusement at Diana's prissy nature.

"Sometimes you really do act like a Princess," Etta teases.

Diana huffs.

A comfortable silence descends for a moment before Etta ventures forth, "Sooo, Batman did another great disappearing act? No cosy little chat for you two, or sofa rendezvous of your own?"

Diana shifts uncomfortable on the sofa and raises her glass to her mouth like a shield but answers none the less, "No. No chats or rendezvous. Batman is consumed by his mission and I see that now. I can't tell you what I now know about his civilian life but it is enough for me to understand that he doesn't do stable or long term relationships."

Etta leant forward and grinned mischievously, "Who said anything about long term or stable? The guy has that whole tall, dark, mysteriously brooding bad boy vibe, while also being absolutely ripped. I would play him like a drum set on Christmas morning. You know with how focused, methodical and anally prepared he is that he has to be good between the sheets."

Diana cringes slightly and leans back into the sofa, "While I respect your agency to be so liberal with your pursuit of physical pleasure, as any woman should be free to, I think I would prefer something more stable and long term if I were to pursue it at this time."

Etta snorts, "How very diplomatic and enlightened of you, but I still think we should just get you laid. You work too hard, you need to blow off some steam. Go climb the brooding bat tree."

Diana lifts her nose almost imperceptibly, "Man's world and the English language is so crude. 'Get laid'…as though it is a chore or a meal to be consumed."

Etta leans back and pulls out her phone, "Come on, I can understand your distaste for online dating; what with your secret identity and the often problematic personalities one can find online but I think I know a few decent people I could set you up with."

Diana pauses for a moment before asking with a tone verging on disbelief, "You know people who are actually looking for, or are capable of, a relationship?"

Etta narrows her eyes, "I hear the tone and do not appreciate it. I know some very nice people who may be interested in a 'stable and long term relationship' as you say. Especially once they get a look at the picture of you at the beach I took last year when we did the spa weekend in Miami."

Diana huffs "Oh yes, just what I want: people who drool and are interested because I meet some superficial patriarchal American media ideal of beauty."

Etta flaps her left hand at Diana in dismissal even as her right scrolls through her phone contacts, "Oh nonsense, first impressions are important but no relationship would be built on looks alone. Have some faith in me Di, I wouldn't pick someone so shallow."

Diana hums noncommittally even as she sips her wine with a small smile. She knows her best friend well enough to realise that she will not be deterred now.

"Oh, what about Finton? I know him from work. He is a navy doctor who is always in and out of the base consulting. A lovely man: tall, willowy, blue eyes and a quick smile. He is a bit of a workaholic but that would be something you have in common. He is into hiking and paints if I recall."

Diana raises her eyebrow in amusement, "That is a remarkably detailed profile from off the top of your head. Is someone interested in this navy doctor themselves?"

Etta tosses a pillow at Diana, "Don't be ridiculous. I exchanged small talk with Finton lots of times while I was on personal assistant and secretary duty back in the day. He was always in meetings with the brass and we struck up a friendship. We even went for coffee on base once or twice and I have his personal line because I had to follow up on a report a committee wanted his input on."

Diana grins, "A likely story. Although, I think I would prefer to avoid the whole military, protect and serve types."

"Oh Diana I am sorry, I forgot about Steve," Etta whispers. Diana's face becomes stony and her posture rigid. She offers a fractional nod in agreement.

Etta attempts to salvage the quickly falling mood as she dismisses Finton and goes back to her scrolling contacts, "Oh! How about Justin? We went to school together and he recently moved to the city. He's a human rights lawyer, a vegan and speaks French."

Diana smiles with mock seriousness, "He sounds like a catch, but I think you forget that I am an Amazon Etta."

"Huh?" Etta responds blankly.

Diana rolls her eyes, "I was trained in the traditional Amazonian ways. I was blessed by Artemis the goddess of the hunt. Tracking, trapping and hunting are key cornerstones of my culture alongside our artistry and pursuits as warriors."

"Ah, so he would be keen on protecting Bambi, while you're the sort who thinks that everyone should be closer to the killing and preparation of their food."

Diana points at Etta in mock offence, "I would never kill Bambi. It is bad for the herd and the food chain to kill the young of any animal. I think the people of man's world are so divorced from the animals which provide their food and the meat on their shelves in supermarkets that they have lost respect for animals and see them as a resource to feed their greed. You can't tell me that if every American had to hunt, kill and butcher their own meat that they wouldn't respect the animals more and eat meat with less irreverence?"

Etta looks pale, "Don't make me think of my lovely lamb chop as coming from an actual, cute, baby lamb Diana. You're ruining the illusion that lets me enjoy eating it."

Diana smirks but doesn't respond, her point proven. Etta huffs and goes back to scrolling, "Fine no Vegans for you. Hmm…"

Diana reaches for more wine as she stretches out across the sofa. With forced nonchalance Diana reflects, "You seem to be biased to recommending male candidates Etta. I suppose such heteronormative unfairness is to be expected from one of man's world."

Etta pauses and looks up with ill conceived glee, "So, you mean all of the internet speculation about Themyscira as an island of lesbian orgies is true?"

Diana is so caught off guard she inhales wine and is caught in a coughing fit as she tries to clear her airway.

Etta laughs like a bond villain and gulps her gin with enthusiasm.

"The internet speculates that what?" Diana croaks.

Etta casually sips her gin, "Oh you know, the usual. Ince your appearance there have been stories floating about whether Themyscira is an island filled chock full of women who, after centuries of isolation, resorted to rampant lesbianism. Others speculate that you were raised in a commune of Greek bacchanals and lesbian orgies throughout your teen years!"

Etta is intrigued to see that for the first time ever Diana's sun kissed cheeks burn crimson with her blush of embarrassment. Etta had honestly believed that nothing could ever embarrass Diana.

"People can't actually believe that surely? Someone would have asked me about it by now?" Diana queries in disbelief.

Etta snorts and through tears of laughter explains, "Oh yes, I can just see those academics who interviewed Wonder Woman for their research into Ancient Grecian culture dropping that question. Or even Oprah casually sliding in the question of whether lesbian orgies run rampant back home while you were doing an interview with her. They were never going to ask that."

Diana sets her wine aside and holds her head in her hands.

Etta giggles again, "I am just pleased to know you are as much of switch hitter as me. It widens the pool for possible dating candidates."

Diana growls under her breath, "For your information I am not a 'switch hitter' as you so crudely put it. I am a goddess of truth. I see beauty in everyone on earth, it is one of my gifts. Every human being is unique and special, thus when looked at the right way everyone has some attractive quality. I am merely not limited or short sighted like most in Man's world."

Etta nods slowly, "Hmm sounds pretty pansexual to me but whatever floats your boat. Does that mean all Amazonians are the same?"

Diana clears her throat, "No. The Amazonian nation began as a small tribe of women who retreated from men. We grew in number by the sad reality that numerous women at that time were seeking refuge with us from the brutality of men and the wars raging in the regions. When we grew to be more than a tribe and our culture was born it became tradition that Amazonians who wished would make the annual pilgrimage away from our people to one of the great cities to seduce a man to have a child. If the child was female then they stayed with us but if they were male then they were left back with their fathers. I was told relationships between women were not uncommon even then but after our population were brutalised by Hercules and his men when we were enslaved, and we subsequently retreated to Paradise island under the gods protection, lesbianism became more common over time. Do not mistake me, there are many who simply took no lovers and live a celibate life. Others have engaged for brief periods in lesbianism or polyamory while others are in long and committed relationships. Themyscira is not a prison either, and over our long history there have been a number of women who have chosen to leave the island, to give up their immortality and choose to be exiled from our homeland in order to pursue love once again back in man's world. What became of them, whether they found happiness and love with men I do not know. Lesbianism is not the universal sexuality of the Amazonian people which the stories you speak of would have you believe. Lesbianism, bisexuality and polyamory may be statistically higher but it is not a characteristic all of my people share."

Etta absorbs this abbreviated history before asking, "So, how many broken hearted lovers did the most sought after Princess of Themyscira leave behind on the island when she came to man's world?"

Diana blushes faintly, ducks her head and shifts uncomfortably. Etta sobers slightly sensing a sensitive topic, "I'm sorry Diana, I don't mean to pry. While I hope you know I would never betray anything you tell me as a friend, I don't ever want you to feel like you have to tell me things. God knows I have been told enough times that I am a motormouth and have absolutely no filter when it comes to my own 'pursuits of pleasure' as you call it but that doesn't mean you have to follow my laisse-faire example."

Diana's eyes soften as she gazes upon her best friend. She shuffles across the sofa to take Etta's hand in her own and give it a reassuring squeeze.

"Please do not worry Etta. I know you are not asking for the sake of gossip and as I constantly hear in Man's world, perhaps talking about it will help. You see, I left no lovers behind on Themyscira. None."

Etta's eyes blow wide, "You mean, you never…but I thought you said you see beauty in everyone and you were there for centuries…"

Diana nods hesitantly.

"But how? Why?" Etta asks gently in a softly confused voice.

Diana smiles sadly, "Many reasons. I was not 'created' for some time after the retreat to Themyscira. By then a number of relationships amongst the Amazonians were already established and thus many women were 'off the market' so to speak. When I was created, I was the Princess. The Queen's daughter. My station created a natural barrier between myself and others. It would be inappropriate for me to express an interest in someone because of the power imbalance. Thus any romantic pursuit had to be initiated from below me. That did not happen. Add in the fact I am not merely a Princess but a divine creation: a goddess of truth in my own right to my people. That made me an even more intimidating prospect I am sure even before all of my enhanced abilities were apparent and separated me further from my fellow Amazons. Moreover, I think people forget that the Amazonian Nation is not large. The Spartans had just over 30,000 at their peak, and while we were a comparable force once, we have since been greatly reduced. Numerous wars, Hercules barbarity, those lost in pursuit of quests for the gods as their messengers, those who chose to leave Themyscira voluntarily, and the losses in confrontations with Ares, Steppenwolf and others since our isolation on the island have all taken a toll. Our numbers no longer recover and now stand at barely 13,000 today. I was the only child of the Amazons too. I was mothered, doted on, raised and loved by an entire nation. I was seen as a child by an entire nation. I trained daily to be a warrior so there is not a single Amazon who does not have at least one memory of training against me when I was a small child. Such a memory I think reinforces an age difference that should have become irrelevant after a few centuries but which acted to label me off limits in the minds of my people. With hindsight and the experiences I have had in man's world I can see that my fellow Amazons also rightly saw me as naïve and unseasoned. I was created on the island and never left it. Other than training and the accounts of the outside world, I had no experience with real battle. I had no life experience beyond the safety of Themyscira. I did not share the social memories of men's brutality and war that other Amazons did. It inevitably created a gulf between myself and them. Considering all of that, is it really so surprising that I never had a lover amongst my own people?

Tears have welled in Etta's eyes and she shuffles forward to give her best friend a tight hug.

Pulling back Etta whispers, "It sounds so lonely."

Diana attempts a reassuring smile but it forms more of a watery grimace, "It was at times."

Etta hugs Diana again and almost hysteric laughter bubbles between them.

They part and Etta forces a serious look upon her face, "Well, you aren't a Princess or a goddess or whatever here. Here you are just my super-hot friend who I need to set up on a date with someone amazing."

Diana laughs at her absurd friend and feels gratitude well up within her. What a wonderous thing it is to have a friend with none of the distance of her title or what she is. The irreverence of Man's World may be grating at times, but in this at least Diana is forever grateful.

Etta skims her contacts and without looking up she asks, "So does that mean Steve was your first?"

Diana grimaces, "I do not understand the obsession in Man's world of seeing a man and a woman together and immediately assuming they must be sleeping together. Steve was my guide when I first came to this world. I was painfully naïve and ignorant of the modern world of Man back then. Steve would have had to be a cad to take advantage like that. Something he was not. I was overwhelmed while learning my way around man's world, encountering so many people and having my first taste of real battle. Yes, Steve and I kissed in the heat of the moment after triumphing over our enemies, but other than a few dates and some kisses we were never more than that. I had barely known him a few months before he was gone. I come from an island of immortal warrior women, I had never lost someone I had cared for before. Not so tragically. Mourning and learning to move on was a new experience. By the time I was feeling even moderately ready to let someone in again, I was hip deep the museum, heroing and the Justice league."

Etta's mouth is hanging open at this revelation but cannot contain her curiosity as she skewers her friend with an interrogative look. Diana is being remarkably forthcoming this evening and while the drinks still flow Etta intends to get all of the tea.

"Does that mean you and Superman really did…"

Diana rears back, "Gods no! Don't get me wrong, Superman is wonderful. In many ways he is a new god in his own right and I can see the poetry of myself and him together: two powerful and unique outsiders in this world. In the beginning I even fantasised that something may come of us…"

Etta interrupts with a crude hoot, "Oh I bet you fantasised! Welcome to the modern American woman's past time. Big blue is the stuff steamy daydreams are made of."

Diana chuckles lightly, "Yet, fantasy and reality are two different things. Kal El and I have much in common. Our strength, our mission to save and protect…but ultimately we are very different too. I was raised to be a warrior and on tales of ancient heroes who killed their enemies. Superman is a totally different kind of hero and while I have adapted to follow the conventions of Man's world my own ideals are very different to Supermans. In many ways, as alien as he is, he is so very human and seeks to blend in. I was not raised like that. I was raised to revel in my difference, in my uniqueness and in being an Amazon. I am a proud, ruthless and vein warrior at my core. That is too different to Superman. Besides, in his private life his heart is destined for another."

"Superman is in love!" Etta cries jubilantly.

"Shh," Diana quiets her inebriated friend. "Yes, he is in love but more than that I cannot say, and you will never utter another question or remark on the matter again."

Etta pouts, "Spoilsport."

Diana ignores her friend's childishness.

Etta suddenly sits up, her back rigid and eyes wide as a realisation comes to her, "So wait, does that mean you have never…?" Etta rolls her hand and widens her eyes as though saying the word will still summon her Catholic grandmother with her bible in one hand a a cane in the other.

Diana's lips twist, "…had sex? No. I am still a virgin."

Diana says it without shame, or grandeur, merely a statement of fact.

Etta is flabbergasted. She opens and shuts her mouth futilely as she tries to find words to make sense of her whirling thoughts. Diana sits calmly, her face almost blank but for a small tightness around her eyes showing her expectation of some interrogation or judgement from her friend.

Etta, in a moment of utmost control that belies her gin soaked brain, swallows her initial dramatic cries of how, why and what the hell?

A minute passes in contemplative silence before Etta reassuringly murmurs, "Well there is nothing wrong with that Diana."

Diana's posture relaxes fractionally and Etta knows she has said the right thing.

"Considering the media's hyper sexual slant here in man's world, and their portrayal of virginity as sometimes a shameful sign of prudery I am glad to see that you are enlightened enough to see a woman's worth and character is not dictated by her bedroom activities."

Etta's lips pull up at her friends condescending attitude to Man's world.

Taking a deep breath Etta asks the question that is burning in her gut, "Is there any particular reason why? Has no man or woman lived up to your expectations? Have you sworn a vow?"

Diana slumps and her breath rushes out of her in exasperation at the expected question. Looking at Etta like she is a particularly slow child Diana explains.

"Really Etta a vow? Don't be ridiculous. It's much simpler than that. In the beginning I had never seen a man before Steve, and I was learning to separate the historical representations I read as a child from the modern examples around me. Then I was acclimating to Man's world and the modern era where courtship, technology and a thousand other things have moved on in the centuries that have passed since Themyscira was isolated. It was overwhelming meeting so many stranger who interacted with me without any of the social graces or barriers I was used to. The cities were huge and populated by millions. Dating was the last thing on my mind for the first number of years. Considering I am immortal and view time a little differently, I wasn't exactly in a rush either. Put simply though, in recent times I just haven't found anyone I feel comfortable enough sharing that part of myself with yet. There is certainly no lack of desire, it is just that I am being careful. I represent all Amazons to man's world and a misstep could irretrievably harm my standing and effectiveness as a hero. Your media is remarkably unforgiving. I must be careful to choose someone who will not betray my trust to my enemies or to the media. I am constantly busy with my work at the museum or with my mission as Wonder Woman on the Justice League. That leaves little time for dating. I think it would be more surprising if I had had a string of lovers."

Etta nods as she thinks, "I suppose that makes sense. I hadn't really stopped to consider it like that. You look like a gorgeous woman in her twenties and exude sex appeal. I guess I just assumed like everyone else. You never have any problems keeping your own when sexual bantering is on the menu in social situations and you always seem so confident. I suppose you don't look or act 'virginal.' A notion which, now that I have said it out loud, sounds ridiculous."

Diana smirks as though she alone knows some great inside joke, "I am centuries old, a Princess and a goddess. I would hope that I come across as confident. As to the sex appeal and holding my own when conversation turns into the sexual teasing or talk that riddles Man's world…well I was blessed by all the goddesses of my pantheon when I was created. That includes Aphrodite, I am uniquely in touch with my sexuality and femininity. I embody the divinity of, beauty, lust and sexuality from her blessings. That has never been an issue for me."

Diana gazes at Etta with suddenly hooded eyes and that intense gaze makes Etta swallow around a suddenly dry throat.

Etta coughs, "Right, uh, okay then. Good to know. That makes sense… I need more gin."

Diana sits back and smirks at her flustered friend. The blessings of Aphrodite have unbalanced many an enemy with just a look. If she was more sober she would not have given Etta such a demonstration.

Etta pours herself another drink and asks, "Is that why you are intent on a 'stable and long term' relationship? You want that for your first time?"

Diana shrugs sensually as she sips her wine, "Ideally. I think it would be for the best. In my long life I am sure I will enjoy many casual and more diverse encounters in pursuit of pleasure but for my first experience I would prefer it be something…'more.'"

Etta nods understandingly, "Yeah, I can get that."

So saying, Etta returns to her contact list and scrolls fruitlessly through the names.

"Damn Diana. I think we need a new game plan. I don't think I know anyone special enough that I would set you up with them now."

Diana sighs, "It's fine. The gods will provide. I prefer to allow something organic to happen anyway. Time is on my side after all."

Etta pouts, "Hey! No fair, my mortal ass can't wait indefinitely to get the girly gossip and tea on your first time!"

Diana chuckles, "I will endeavour to find someone that I may share girl talk with you before you depart this mortal coil."

"Damn straight!" Etta crows.

"We covered this Etta: I'm not straight at all," Diana muses back.

The two women collapse into giggles even as their bond of friendship settles into a stronger and more robust binding. Confidences have been shared and understandings reached. The drinks flow, they laugh, they love and they live.

The End.

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