A/N: When I write chapters for this story, I'm rather happy with how they turn out, but it's difficult to write this sometimes. Not because of the story itself, but it's just hard to find a groove. Sometimes I know exactly what I want to happen next, I just don't know how to get to it. I don't want to drag out anything but I don't want to rush either.
Thx!
AMM
~Diana's POV~
"Do we have to go back?" I question him once more. Bruce had announced yesterday that we leave for home today. The honeymoon had lasted about a month and it was time he got back to Gotham. He assured me that he wanted the honeymoon to last forever but I could also tell that he's been getting restless. He misses his city, worries over it, and his company. Not to mention Alfred. I know Bruce misses his honorary father even if he won't admit it.
"Princess, don't you miss Shayera? Your friends, saving the world, sleeping in our own bed?"
"Just sleeping?" I tease, realizing we have yet to christen our own bed. He looks at me, an eyebrow raised and his lips tilting into a smirk.
"More then sleeping."
"That's better," but I do think of how much I've missed hanging with my friends. I've missed the warm smile of Kal, the sass of Shay, the jokes from Wally-I've missed my friends but I also know that when we get back, Bruce and I will have a hard time finding alone time as we get pulled back into our worlds. Bruce working all-day and going out on patrol all night. Me getting sent on missions that take me away from him for days, even weeks, at a time.
"I do miss them, but I know that once we get back to Gotham, things will get hectic again. There'll be days, weeks; we go without seeing each other. There'll be times when you're busy with the company or with patrolling and I'll be out on missions or maybe finding a new hobby. I don't want to lose all this amazing time I've spent with you." I admit, my hand reaching for his as he stops folding clothes and looks to me, offering his hand to mine.
"Are you really that worried we'll see so little of each other?" his gaze is questioning, curious.
"You aren't?"
"I guess I always assumed I'd make the time. Our schedules have been busy before, Princess. We still saw each other almost everyday before we were married and that was with our normal lives plus planning a wedding."
My eyes widen at the realization. He's right. Things shouldn't really have changed much when we get back. Bruce and I have been together for almost a year and a half or so now and we always made it work.
"You're right. I guess I never thought of it that way. It feels like things are so different but they really aren't."
"See? You're overthinking things. Life will go back to normal and you'll see that you're worrying over nothing."
I roll my eyes and release his hand as I stand up from the bed where I'd been sitting. "I'll finish packing my suitcase." I tell him and he nods, walking into the bathroom to get our things.
"Diana!" a familiar voice squeals as soon as the front door to the mansion cracks open.
"Shay?" I question before I'm nearly knocked over with the force of Shayera's hug. She pushes me back against Bruce who has his hands full with our luggage but managed to brace himself for impact.
Shay pulls me away from my husband and further into the house before hugging me tightly again. I return the hug as tightly as I know she can bear.
"How was it? I want to hear everything about your honeymoon. Every. Single. Detail."
"Everything?" I ask, hoping she's not wanting what I think she's wanting.
"Yep." She smirks at the worry that must be written across my face. "Everything. Like, if there will be any little Bats running around the house in a couple months."
"Shayera!" I gasp and feel my face flush red. "That is none of your business!"
"Wait-are you saying you're pregnant?!" Shayera squeals and I hear something go crashing to the ground before Bruce's head pops into the room, eyes wide.
"No! Oh my gods, no! That's not what I'm saying. I am not pregnant!" I stress to Bruce before turning around and hitting Shay in the arm but she pays it no mind and falls onto the couch, laughing hysterically.
"Oh-oh-I can't breathe! I didn't think anything could get to him but now I know! Ha! Just shout that you're pregnant and the Bat loses all composure!"
"Shay, that's not funny!" I reprimand but smile as I sit down beside her.
"Yes it is!" she argues before letting out a loud sigh and sitting up. "But in all honesty, how was it?"
"Oh, Shay, it was wonderful. First, he surprised me by taking me to Greece. Can you believe it? Greece! He wanted me to be somewhere I felt comfortable with, knowing how similar Greece is to Themyscira. And it was the most beautiful house! There was a swimming pool despite having it's own private beach, balconies on almost every window, large open doors to let the ocean mist in, it was like a small chunk of home mixed with Bruce. It was lovely."
"It sure sounds like it!"
"Oh! And then, he surprised me again by taking me to Paris when I thought we were headed home! Shay, I was so shocked! And it wasn't just any apartment we were staying in. It was the apartment that he rented for me years ago, when we first met as ourselves instead of our heroes. We went sightseeing, ate wonderful food, and went to some of the cutest little shops I've ever been to!"
"Girl, this sounds amazing! When can I go?" she jokes and I laugh, shaking my head.
"Nuh unh, all mine."
"Oh yeah? Are we talking about the house and apartment or Bruce?"
My face flushes. "Both? All of it? Shay, he was the best part. It was just us. No Batman, no Wonder Woman, no Wayne Enterprises or Justice League. We were able to just be us without worrying about having to rush off to save the world. It was like I was seeing another side to him but then I realized that I was seeing the same man I fell for all those years ago, just more concentrated and focused now. He wasn't worried about having to go be Batman. He was just Bruce and let that show. He wasn't brooding or upset or stressed. I fell even harder." I glance toward the doorway leading out to the rest of the house. "I'm falling for him more and more everyday."
"You remember that." She tells me, patting my knee and I look to her with furrowed eyebrows. "There will be a day when he comes home angry and upset at the world, snappy and harsh. You need to remember him at his gentler moments in order to push through the frustration, the cold shoulders, the yearning to be alone. You've brought him a lot of light, Diana. Don't let him sink back down into that dark hole he was in when we all met him."
"I would never," I insist. Bruce was in such a dark place and I never want him to feel that alone again. He's not alone. He's got me.
"Moving on," Shayera thankfully changes the subject. "I want all the little details that you're not telling me." Or maybe not so thankfully.
I flop to the side and bury my face in the couch cushions.
"Come on, Di! Tell me everything!" She shakes my shoulder roughly and I groan from my spot, pushing my face deeper into the couch to try and hide the flush. She starts pulling at my t-shirt, a white tee with "Paris City Limits" written across the chest paired with white and grey shorts. I was dressed for comfort for the plane ride home. I swat her hands away blindly.
"Come on, Diana! Is he good? Did he make you see stars? Were you two like rabbits, doing it throughout both the house and apartment?" I swear my skin is beet red all over and is visible through my shirt. "How many times did he make you orgasm? Diana!" she digs her fingers into my sides and I squeal as I launch out of the couch to push her hands away.
"Stop avoiding me! You act like you guys didn't touch each other at all! Wait-are you still a virgin?"
"No!" I screech, tackling her off the couch.
"Then why aren't you telling me?" she asks as she fights to flip me off of her, eventually managing to do so.
"Because it's none of your business!"
"But I'm nosy! I want to know!" I push her off of me.
"Yeah! No kidding!"
"Come on! Was he big? Or itty-bitty? Is that why you won't say anything? Because it sucked?" I tackle her to the floor again.
"No," I growl and she laughs at me.
"Then what is he? I'm just going to be left thinking he's itty-bitty in his pants and that you hated the experience unless you prove me wrong!"
"Fine! He was amazing! I saw plenty of stars all month, thanks to him. I don't think there's a single room in either place that we left untouched and I don't know how many times I came because of him. Too many times to count!"
"And his size?" She asks eagerly as I finally tell her about the other details of my honeymoon. My face flushes and she smirks before encouraging me to spill.
"I was afraid he wouldn't fit," I mumble.
"What was that?"
"I was afraid he wouldn't fit!" I yell and suddenly I hear Alfred begin laughing from the other room and I slap a hand over my mouth, mortified that I just shouted that out loud. Shayera cackles out loud, her face turning red at the force of her laughter. I roll off of her and stare at the floor as I pray to the gods for it to open up and swallow me whole.
"So, what all did you guys do then?"
"Haven't I embarrassed myself enough?"
"Absolutely not." She responds, smirking as she rolls over onto her stomach and rests her head in her hands, kicking up her feet into the air. She knocks her elbow against my shoulder before I sigh once more.
"I don't quite know what to say. We, uh, slept together numerous times,"
"Uh huh, what else?"
"I don't know! He-he used his f-fingers,"
"Did he go down on you?"
"W-what?"
"Like, did he eat you out?"
I shoot her another confused look.
"Oh my god let me spell it out. Did he use his tongue on your lady bits?"
"Y-yes,"
"You really don't know anything about any of this do you?"
"N-not really."
"You returned the favor, didn't you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Did you touch him?"
"Yes, all over." I admit proudly. I'm proud to be the one to admire his body.
"So you got him off too?"
"What?"
"Diana," Shay groans.
"What? I don't understand what you're getting on me for."
"Did you put your hand on his dick?"
I shoot upwards. "His what?"
Shay starts laughing again as she rolls around on the floor while still being mindful of her wings.
"His dick, Diana. His man parts."
"Oh, is that what it's called?"
"Yes, that's one of the names.
"One?"
"Google it, Di," I'll have to do that later. I don't like being left out. "So, did you?"
"Did I what?"
"Touch his dick?"
"N-no, not really."
"What? He didn't make you touch him after he seems to have repeatedly gotten you off?"
"Bruce would never make me do anything I didn't want to do."
"You didn't want to touch him?"
"No, I just didn't know I could, that it was okay."
"Diana, most men consider it to be 'okay', especially when that man is your husband." She gives me a 'duh' look and I roll my eyes.
"I wouldn't even know what to do if I did touch him like that."
"Easy, you just move your hand up and down," she wraps her hand around the coffee table leg and moves it up and down. "Like this, and the tip is very sensitive, so pay it lots of attention. Don't forget to touch his balls at the base too."
"His balls?"
"The things at the bottom," I feel my cheeks flush yet again as I picture Bruce and realize what Shay's referring to.
"Oh,"
"Yeah 'oh'," she smirks at me as she drops her hand from the coffee table leg. "Eventually, you'll need to try putting him in your mouth too."
"Why in Zeus' name would I want to put him in my mouth?"
"He put his mouth on you, didn't he? Plus, it feels amazing for guys and it's a lot more enjoyable then you'd think."
"That doesn't sound enjoyable at all." I argue. Why would I put that thing in my mouth? That seems wrong.
Shay chuckles at me. "Just try it sometime. Don't knock it till you try it." I roll my eyes when Shayera suddenly shoots to her feet.
"Is that the time?! Oh my god, I'm going to be late! I've gotta go, Di! Got a special date with John tonight!"
"Oh, uh, bye Shayera," I tell her as she blows me a kiss and flies from the room. Glancing at the clock, I decide it's a good time to take a shower before climbing into bed and falling asleep. All the flying really messed with me today.
I take a quick shower and change into one of Bruce's cheesy 'I'm Batman' shirts from Wally before crawling into bed. I find that I can't fall asleep so I lie in bed and simply wait for Bruce.
Minutes later, he walks in, pulling his belt from the belt loops before offering me a small smile and heading into the bathroom. The shower flips back on but is barely on for five minutes when it's shutting off and Bruce is exiting in a pair of boxers, climbing into bed beside me with his hair still damp. His hand slides over my waist from beneath the covers and pulls me into him. I willing slide in the sheets until my head's resting on his chest and his arm settles in the curve of my waist.
I'm nearly asleep when I hear him say, "Didn't think I'd fit, huh?" And my face heats up as I bury my head in his neck while he chuckles at me.
"Shut up," I grumble before be presses a kiss to my shoulder and goes silent, his breathing evening out moments later. I press a kiss to his neck, right below his ear before falling asleep myself.
A/N: This is what I knew I wanted to happen next so instead of worrying about trying to add all this extra stuff, I just skipped right to it and wrote it. By 'it' I mean Shay and Diana talking about what all Diana and Bruce did and did not do on their honeymoon. I had this idea ages ago and knew I wanted to write it down. Not much seems to embarrass Diana but it seems that her lack of knowledge when it comes to being intimate with her husband and revealing their intimate moments is an exception (though I'd say it's rather a good thing that she's not dying to reveal her blossoming sex life with Bruce. That personally would not be something I'd want to hear about-someone bragging about their sex life. I already have friends that do that and it drives. me. nuts) But anyway, I finally got around to updating this chapter. I get a litter of 11 4-week-old puppies and their mother on Thursday so I might end up going on another unintentional break. But I'll try my best.
Sorry for the long author's note!
Thx!
AMM
