Warning: High levels of fluffy romance:)
Diana closes her eyes and raises her chin to soak in the sunlight. "This is delightful," she says happily.
Steve lifts his sunglasses and wipes sweat off his face. "Yeah, just a little hot, though."
"It's a lot better to be overheated on the beach than the terrace we had at our condo in Boston."
"That is true." He sits up to mimic Diana's posture, arms stretched out behind him holding his upper half up. "I think I could get used to this. Work out at the 'Y', relax at the beach, and a night downtown or a nice night in."
"How about an evening at the pier?" Diana suggests.
"I like the sound of that."
"Want to swim?"
Steve nods and they walk to the water hand in hand.
"Wow! The water is a lot colder on the west coast," Steve shouts.
Diana nudges his shoulder. "So dramatic. It feels wonderful," she gushes before walking further into the ocean. She dives under the water and flings her hair out of her face to see Steve still standing at the shore watching her. "Are you coming in?"
Steve nods. "Is that a thing you practice with your hair?" He asks jokingly serious.
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"How are you so good at everything?" Steve asks, exasperated after his efforts to win.
"I suppose I know how to handle a gun better than you now," Diana says with a smirk, holding the stuffed giraffe to her chest proudly.
Steve gasps dramatically and holds a hand of his heart. "I'm out of practice, okay? It's been a few weeks since I've been able to go shooting. Also, I hate clowns and they're distracting. Why do they want water sprayed into their mouth anyway?"
Diana laughs and, upon seeing something behind him, her eyes light up before tugging him around to follow her. Steve sighs when he sees the ice cream stand.
"Two vanilla cones, please," Diana requests happily. She takes one and hands the other to Steve.
"You know I've been trying to eat healthier, and we haven't even eaten dinner yet," Steve mumbles, but still licks at the dessert.
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Steve takes a large bite of the oily cheese pizza, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand messily after. "I like cheat days."
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Diana and Steve sit side by side in a pod of the Ferris wheel overlooking Santa Monica.
"It's beautiful," Diana says quietly while she looks out at the horizon as the sun sets on over the ocean.
Steve nods, agreeing, though his eyes don't leave her face. He skims a finger over her cheek and catches her chin to gently pull her to face him. A slow smile spreads across her features. Steve brushes a piece of wind blown hair behind her ear.
Diana's watches Steve as he brushes his thumb across her lips. In an instant, she has her hand on his cheek and their lips are together.
Steve's smile is what breaks the kiss. He keeps his eyes closed and leans his forehead against Diana's. "I love this."
Diana, with her hand still cupping his cheek, raises his head to meet her eyes. Both full of love. "As do I. Thank you, Steve."
"For what?"
"For loving me and putting up with me for several decades," Diana says honestly.
"In that case, I should definitely be the one thanking you. I'm just a regular guy who was lucky enough to meet the most wonderful woman, fall in love with her, and have her love him back, for some reason, then agree to spend the rest of their lives together." Steve takes Diana's hand from his cheek, giving it a kiss. "I know we talked about it a while back, but we don't have to make it official still." He gets off the seat to kneel in front of Diana.
"Diana, Princess of Themyscira, will you wear this ring to symbolize our enteral love for one another?" Steve pulls out a small red box and opens it to reveal an elegantly designed engagement ring with a sparkling diamond and a wedding band with embedded diamonds.
Diana looks from the rings to Steve who waits patiently for her response. She kneels with him, and takes his face in her hands, passionately kissing him.
Steve moves back after a moment. "So, that's a yes, right?" He asks and laughs when Diana nods and kisses him again.
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"Did you plan all this tonight?" Diana asks still inspecting the rings on her finger.
"Not tonight specifically, but I've had the rings for quite some time. Just was waiting for the right moment," Steve explains as he leads them back to their car, keeping Diana from running into anyone in her distracted state.
"Did you get one for yourself?"
"Yeah, it's a matching one, just without all the diamonds. It's back at the room."
"Then we better get back to the room."
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Steve stops Diana before she walks into the motel room. She squirms when his arms loop around her waist.
"What're you doing?" She giggles when he starts tickling her.
"Hold on, let me pick you up."
Diana wraps her arm behind Steve's neck and hops up into his arms. "There we go," she announces with a smile.
"Perfect," Steve grins down at her as he walks over the threshold, managing not to hit Diana's head on the door frame.
He sets her down on the bed, her hair splaying around her head. She pulls him down into a kiss, where they stay for several minutes.
Diana scoots out from under him. "We have to do this right." She looks around, her eyes landing back on Steve. "Take off your shirt," she demands and he's quick to hand it over. "Now I have something blue and borrowed."
"You're making two something else's blue, too," Steve jokes.
Diana chuckles. "Okay, where's your ring?"
Steve reluctantly gets up and fishes the box out of one of the drawers of the dresser. He slips the ring on his finger.
"Perfect." Diana beams and takes Steve by his hands, slowly backing the bed.
When her knees hit the edge of the mattress she leans back to pull Steve with her. His hands rest at her waist, dipping underneath her shirt.
"Hi, there, 'unofficially' Mrs. Steve Prince-Trevor," Steve whispers and lightly kisses Diana.
"Hyphenated. I like it."
"Anything for my princess," Steve breathes out against the skin of Diana's neck, causing a shiver to run down her spine. "Let me worship you," he pleas in between kisses.
"Steve..."
"Let me worship you as my lover, as my wife," he tries again. Steve meets Diana's eyes. Hers unsure, not wanting to be put on a pedestal, and his hopeful, wanting to show her how special she is to him.
It's just a small nod and a smile from Diana, but Steve takes the opportunity.
He lifts her shirt over her head and runs his fingers along Diana's heated skin.
"Steve," Diana practically purrs.
Steve kisses her stomach. "Yes?"
Diana huffs in frustration as he plants soft kisses on her body. "Steve," she says more seriously.
"It's my turn to make you squirm," he says before nipping at her collarbone. Steve feels Diana prepare to roll them over, but he stops her.
"Steve," Diana drags out his name.
"Do I have to get the lasso out again?"
Diana raises an eyebrow and Steve realizes what he said is not a warning, but an offer to her. Steve quickly hops off the bed and returns with the golden rope.
"Gods, you're beautiful, Diana."
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Diana and Steve sit at the dining table reading the newspaper, their eyes scanning the available jobs.
Diana sighs and sits back in her chair. "I think I'll just go over to one of the restaurants in the area and apply there. I know I will get in and it's a start."
"We don't need the money, so if you don't want to work yet then wait for a position doing something you love," says Steve.
"I know, but I'll need some references from the area, as well as more recent references, for a higher position."
Steve nods and continues his search. "I'm not sure what I should do."
Diana ponders for a moment. "Maybe a boring office job? Be stuck in a cubicle all day. Get a thick pair of glasses and part your hair in the middle, and you'll fit in."
Steve laughs. "You know I could never do that, but I could rock the middle-part."
"No, no. I like you just like this," she says as she runs her fingers through his newly trimmed hair.
"You didn't like the bangs?"
"Of course I loved the bangs, that's how you looked when we met, but a change is always great, too," Diana says cheekily.
"It is nice to not have to really style it everyday."
Diana smiles and kisses him lightly before leaving the table. She tugs on a blazer to match her pencil skirt and grabs her purse before heading for the door. "I'll be back."
Steve smirks. "Wow, really dressed up to go get a job at a restaurant."
"I took out the shoulder pads."
"Ah, yes. That's what made it fancy. Well, have fun," Steve says sarcastically. "And, be careful out there, Terminator."
"Ha ha, very funny. I'm not a cyborg, I feel pain," Diana slips in the last quote before closing the door behind her.
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A/N: For a visual, Steve cut his hair like Chris had his in Star Trek. I wanted to use the "Hasta la vista, baby" line, but that didn't come out before 1990, so bummer. Thanks for reading, following, favoriting, and commenting. Much appreciated.