A/N: I know some people like super long chapters, but that's not really my thing. If you're one of those people, I'm sorry, but you're going to get the same amount of story eventually. If I started writing longer chapters I know that I'd slack and take forever to post, so at least there's something, right? Anyway, thank you for reading! Follows, favorites, and comments are appreciated! Oh, and if anyone happens to like Community or Chuck you should go check out my other fics. (I don't any of the characters mentioned)

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Steve takes Diana and his bags out of the trunk of their Miata while she gets them checked into a room at the Motel 6.

Diana walks out of the lobby dangling a key, "We got a deluxe suite for the price of a regular."

"And that's why we send you in to do negotiations." Steve smiles and follows her to their room.

"Wow, for a low-end motel this place isn't the worst we've stayed in," Diana says as she inspects the suite. "We can cook, too!" She exclaims upon seeing the small "kitchen".

"It's not like we can't afford to go out to eat," Steve comments.

Diana shrugs and says, "I know, but I love being able to cook for you." She walks over to where Steve sits in a chair at the dining table. Straddling his lap, she takes his face in her hands. "All I need is you, Steve."

He meets her lips hungrily. "Hey, I can cook too. Well, I've definitely gotten better," Steve pauses to kiss her, "but I love to treat you to a fancy dinner. Like tonight, we can celebrate the start of another journey together."

Diana tilts her head, contemplating the offer. "That seems like a good idea. What were you thinking?" She asks before kissing along his jawline.

"I won't be thinking of much if you continue that," Steve jokes. "We could go somewhere fun."

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"Wow, this place gives me a lot of nostalgia," Steve tells Diana when they enter the bar.

Diana nods, "It really does."

The bar resembled those of their past. Dark, crowded, and smoky. Almost like a speakeasy.

"Care for a drink, Angel?" Steve asks.

"Of course," Diana answers, taking a seat at one the tables along the wall.

"Hey there, darling," a deep voice greets.

Diana leans her chin on her hand with a sigh, not a stranger to men approaching her. "Can I help you?"

The man takes a seat across from her, taking her response as an invitation. "It'd be an honor if you would," he counters.

"Sorry, that seat is not for you," Diana says flatly.

The stranger raises an eyebrow. "Is that so? Well, whoever you came with was dumb enough to leave you alone. I'm not sure he's worthy of your company."

Diana laughs dryly. "Listen, it's flattering, but could you please let me enjoy my night out."

"Angel, I'm trying to make your night better. I'd worship you as you're meant to be."

The tone in his voice implies something else, but before she can question him Steve grips the man's shoulder.

"I think you must be mistaken, sir. This woman here is my angel," Steve says firmly.

The stranger glances up at Steve for a moment before looking at Diana again. He downs his drink. "If you ever get bored of your soldier, I think you know where to find me," he says and walks away slowly, his dark gaze scanning back over the two of them.

"Wow, that guy was a creep," Steve huffs as he sits down and places her drink in front of her.

Diana takes a sip of her martini. "Yeah," she murmurs over the rim of the glass.

After a few drinks, Steve stands and hold his hand out. "Would you are for a dance?"

"There's no music," Diana says as she looks around the bar seeing no one else dancing.

"I saw a jukebox past the bar. Some good classics in it." Steve holds both hands out and pleas.

"Okay, okay." She gives in and grabs ahold of his hands.

When they reach the jukebox, Diana moves in front of Steve. "You asked for a dance, so I get to choose the music."

Steve waves his hand for her to continue and she tries to block his few from her song choice. Diana steps back and holds her hand out for him this time, which he gladly takes, just as the recognizable strings begin to play from the speakers.

"Ah, one of our favorites," Steve whispers into her ear. "A perfect song to sway to."

They dance to the smooth voice of Frank Sinatra as he sings "All The Way". Just as they did that night in Veld and many since then, they focus on only each other.

As the song ends, Diana notices that they aren't the only ones dancing anymore. With a smile she kisses Steve and leads them from the dance area.

"Are you ready to go?" Steve asks.

Diana nods and they leave hand in hand. Just before exiting, Diana notices the man from earlier watching them and a shiver runs up her spine.

Steve raises her hand to his lips for a kiss. "Are you okay?"

"More than. I'm happy to be here with you," Diana says. She glances behind him, and pulls Steve into the side alley when she sees the man walk out of the bar. She places a finger on Steve's mouth to shush him. As soon she sees the figure walk several blocks away she lifts her finger from Steve.

He looks at her with wide eyes. "What was that?" He asks quietly.

"Nothing, I guess. That man from early has been watching us and followed us out of the bar. Something about him rubs me wrong."

"Oh," Steve pauses, "well, I guess it must've been just some creep that was jealous that you turned him down since he left quickly."

"I guess," Diana says doubtfully.

Steve kisses her lightly. "Hey, it's fine. We're fine. Let's remember why we came out, okay? Celebrating!"

Diana laughs. "You're right." She pulls Steve in for a kiss, pressing him up against the alley wall.

When their kissing gets more heated, Steve reluctantly pulls back. "I hate to be the one to say this, but I think we should leave before being arrested for public indecency."

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Back at the room, Diana is barely able to unlock their door that Steve has her pressed up against. They rush inside and Diana pushes Steve onto the bed.

She holds up a finger. "Hold on, I have a surprise for you."

Steve moves up the bed as he begins removing his clothes. He stops while taking off his pants when Diana opens the bathroom door open.

She leans against the doorway in her new lingerie. "Do you like it?"

Steve just groans with a nod and tries to get up to walk over to her, but gets tripped up in his slacks that he removes promptly. He sits on the edge of the bed and Diana stands between his legs, her fingers running through his hair.

"I really like surprises." Steve sighs when she finally kisses him.

"I'm not against surprises either," Diana whispers. She yelps as she ends up laying on the bed underneath Steve.

"See, I can surprise you, too."