"Well, how do I look?" Diana asked warily, stepping from the curtains to her bathroom.

Knock Out couldn't help but stare at her. "Beautiful."

It was the night of her friend's wedding party, and as they had gotten married on some fancy beach in a different country, they were only having a dance and dinner reception.

Diana had dug her favorite cocktail dress from her closet; a strapless red dress with it's seam just below her breasts, the rest of the dress flowed over her hips before stopping just above her knees. Her hair was naturally wavy, but she had curled it some and pinned back the top half to let it cascade down her back, she left a few strands loose to frame her face. A simple silver necklace and pair of black strappy heels completed her ensemble.

"You're not just saying that to make me feel better?" she smirked, descending the steps from her loft until she was standing near Knock Out's feet, her heels clicking on the concrete.

"I wouldn't lie about that." he smiled, nearly somersaulting backwards as he transformed into his alternate mode, opening the drivers side door for her. "Your chariot awaits."

Diana had to arch a brow as she slipped into the seat. "I can drive? What is this, a trick?"

"Well, I figured it would look odd if you were dropped off by someone, someone who then went and sat in the parking lot to wait for you, who didn't just come in with you."

"You're going to sit and wait for me?" she smiled, adjusting herself before reaching for the gear shift.

"Unless something comes up, I'll be there." He had to admit, her touch was rather pleasant and it was certainly interesting to be moving but have no control over it.

Diana knew what she was doing in the drivers seat, and she certainly knew how to handle any vehicle. This was no exception as she gracefully shifted gears, her hands light on the wheel, right hand firm yet gentle when she needed to shift. "I can't believe you're letting me drive." she giggled.

"Only you, I wouldn't trust anyone else."

"Hmm, well then, I'm flattered Mister Knock Out." she hummed, drumming her fingers along the steering wheel.

He made an odd sound at her touch, some sort of strange chortle.

Diana raised a brow, repeating the action and laughing when he responded the same way. "Knocks, are you ticklish?"

"Don't be ridiculous I -" he was interrupted by Diana sticking her fingers under the dashboard, her little digits wriggling about. "No no! Stop!"

She squealed with laughter as the pair spun out on the road, sliding to a halt in the ditch. "Oh my god, you're so ticklish!"

He grumbled something she couldn't make out.

"That's too cute." she snickered.

"Yeah yeah, laugh it up squishy."

"Oh I will definitely be remembering this."

The dance had gone well, as far as Diana could tell at least, she was never really the social type. Cindy had been elated to see her, the pair falling back into their easy friendship, chatting and giggling over silly things. It was almost like college all over again.

Except Diana was now dating an alien instead of some guy from the football team. Funny how life works out sometimes.

Diana had wandered to one of the balconies overlooking the gardens behind the hotel, an extremely fancy hotel she had to admit, she was sure the entire place was made of marble, crystal and roses. She sighed, leaning over the stone railing to peer into the parking lot, her mood sinking as she noted that the space Knock Out had been sitting in was now vacant. Another sigh escaped her as she turned, wandering back inside, halting at the top of the small marble staircase that led down to the ballroom.

The room was packed, most of the patrons swaying slowly on the floor as the lights dimmed and a sweet love song came on.

She couldn't help but smile as she caught sight of Cindy in the group of dancers, her new husband in her arms, bliss on their faces. She was happy for them, truly.

An odd bit of red in the crowd caught her attention, her eyes following the man who seemed to materialize out of the mob. She felt her heart catch in her throat as the man looked to her, a grin on his lips that she would recognize no matter the body. "Knocks?" she whispered, unmoving from her spot on the staircase.

"In the flesh, so to speak." it was his voice all right, warm and deep. He halted at the bottom of the stairs, smirking up at her.

"But, but you're..." she kept her eyes glued to him, examining every part of him. He was wearing a simple pair of black dress pants and shoes, a red button down shirt that was the same shade as her gown and a charcoal vest atop that. His hair was short and it looked as if he had pushed a hand through it while it was damp to achieve the style it was in, the color was a deep red, obviously unnatural but it certainly didn't look odd on him. Her eyes finally met his and she found herself entranced as he had chosen a deep brown for his iris color, every bit as smooth and warm as his voice.

"Fabulous right?" he smirked again, one hand tucked into the pocket of his dress pants.

"I don't understand." her eyes widened a tad, realization dawning on her. "A holoform?"

"Mmhmm." he nodded, stepping onto the staircase and offering her a hand.

She carefully made her way down the stairs, her hand moving for his. She felt a warmth rise in her chest as he took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing gently. "But I thought you couldn't." she reached the bottom of the steps, standing inches from him now, still scrutinizing this new form.

"I found a way." he murmured softly, trailing his free hand along her bare shoulder. "So soft."

Another wave of heat hit her, this time settling on her cheeks. "Why did you pick, to look like this?" she carefully set the hand that he wasn't holding against his chest, somewhat surprised that there was solid muscle beneath.

"It was attractive." he grinned. "Do you approve?"

"I do." she glanced up to him, as he stood a good few inches taller than her. "It's not you but, somehow, it is. But I don't want you to think I only want to interact with you like this! I'll always prefer the real you, okay?"

He chuckled, nodding gently. "Acknowledged." He tucked his fingers under her chin, tilting her face up toward his. "May I make a request?"

Diana had to work to regain her voice, as she was sure it had flitted away with most of her other senses. "Yes." she whispered.

"Will you teach me." he leaned closer, his lips barely brushing hers. "I haven't exactly kissed anyone before."

Diana leaned forwards, tenderly touching her lips against his, neither moving, just holding each other near. It was a new experience to say the least, for all intensive purposes it was like kissing anyone else, but there was an odd energy behind his kiss, like touching your lips to something that was humming softly. She couldn't quite distinguish the taste he held, though it was so uniquely him and made her think of the scent his interior held.

Knock Out hummed thoughtfully when the kiss was broken. "Interesting."

She had to giggle, letting her hands explore his chest and arms. "You feel so real, it's amazing."

"Thanks, I think." he grinned, moving suddenly to sweep her up and off her feet.

"What are you doing?!" she yelped, completely surprised by the sudden action, a few other patrons glancing to her as she squeaked.

"Taking you for a walk." he replied, carrying her up the stairs and out onto the balcony, stopping only when he had reached the railing to sit her atop it. "As I understood it all women dream of being swept off their feet no?"

"Well a little warning next time." she said softly, smiling as he sat next to her on the railing.

"That's no fun, I like hearing you squeak."

"I do not squeak!"

"Oh stop it Knock Out, that's so scary, don't do that, wah wah wah." he began, doing an awful impersonation of her voice.

Diana had to laugh, swatting at him. "You're an ass."

"You're a glitch." he purred, gathering her and easily setting her in his lap.

She felt a blush on her cheeks again as she settled in his lap. "Why so touchy feely?"

"You have no idea how badly I've wanted to be able to touch you like this, to really be near you." his hands were roaming her body, caressing each curve, tapping along her skin, twining in her hair.

"Well, I think I have some idea." she smiled. "Where did you move to? You aren't in the spot we parked."

"I had to move closer, it's easier to control the holoform if I'm near it, if it moves too far the connection will break and the form will fade."

"Mmm, I see." she had both her hands in his hair, still unable to believe that this was just a simple tool conjured up by his people.

He closed his eyes, sighing deeply as she played with his hair. "The sensations from this form, from you, it's indescribable."

Diana had to grin, taking a fistful of hair and tilting his head back, kissing him roughly. She felt him shudder out of surprise, both his hands linking about her waist to hold her against him. She pulled away, giggling at his reaction.

"Whoa."

"Yeah, whoa." she smirked. "So, can you dance?"

He made a face at her, his voice unimpressed. "I don't dance, I dissect things."

She rolled her eyes, slipping from his lap and taking one of his hands, tugging him back inside. "C'mon hot shot, you'll learn."

Knock Out had proven to be a quick learner, although the fact that his mind worked more like a computer than her own probably helped in that aspect. He had admitted to liking the waltz, enjoying the contact between them as he twirled her about the floor. It was during their dancing that Diana had realized the holoform was much stronger and faster than a normal human, but she supposed that was to be expected given it wasn't organic.

The music had finally faded for the night when Knock Out gathered her in his arms again, strolling out of the hall with her in his grasp, uncaring that most of the other quests were watching them with varied expressions.

Diana laughed. "No matter what we do, when I'm with you people are always watching."

"Of course, it's not everyday they see something as spectacular as us." he grinned, making his way out of the building and turning to head for the parking area. He paused, setting her back on her feet. "Hang tight." and with that his body seemed to crackle, the form turning to static as it vanished.

Diana was left blinking at the spot he had been standing, watching as his true form pulled up next to her.

He opened the passenger door for her, his holoform re-materializing near her to offer her a hand. "My lady."

She laughed. "You are such a show off, what if someone had seen that?" she took his hand, letting him guide her into... himself.

"I'd deal with it." as his door closed he dropped the holoform again, his voice coming from the interior of the Aston Martin now.

"Right, canons and blades." she smirked as he pulled out, weaving his way onto the highway.

"Something like that."

"Knocks?" she pulled her heels off her feet, pulling her knees close to her chest and hugging them, a smile on her face. "You did this just for me, didn't you."

"Perhaps."

"Thank you."

She could hear him smile as he spoke. "My lady, the pleasure is mine."

*happy giggles*