Shayera woke first, smiling at the extraordinarily beautiful sight of Diana's nude body pressed against her own. With a yawn she stretched, catching her communicator as her arms came down from her evening salutation; the small plastic device was placed carefully in her ear and she pressed the button at the edge of it to see if the world had gone to Hell yet. The redhead was surprised to find J'onn shouting in her ear with his relatively monotone voice, "Shayera! Do you read me?!"
He was obviously distressed, no doubt the president had been kidnapped or a dam busted, or even, the Crispy Kreme guy was finally here to reward me for saving his store two days ago. "J'onn, did you tell him that I only wanted jelly-filled again?" She groaned.
"What? No, this is no time to lounge in bed with your lover-"
"-Cause I really want some custard filled ones too. Wait, what did you say?" She tried to keep her voice low for the sake of her Princess's dreams.
"You are with Diana, are you not?" His voice sounded slightly... Jealous?
"Damnit J'onn," She untangled her legs from Diana's to swing them over the side of the bed, "you promised you would never read the minds of the original seven unless the situation actually demanded it." She was growing agitated with the Martian.
"I did not read your mind."
"Then how the Hell do you know about the two of us?" She pressed harder into the comm., awaiting her much deserved answer.
"You told me." He deadpanned.
She was taken aback, "And when the fuck did I do that?" All her body weight was forced on her legs as she propped herself up on her elbows.
"When you got drunk two nights ago."
Her eyes grew to be about the size of saucers, but she needed to get the whole story from him, "And just why did I get drunk, smart guy?"
"You wanted to build up enough courage to invite the Princess of Themescera to dinner with you, apparently it is a tradition on Thanagar to absorb vast amounts of Fluvian Liquor into the bloodstream; you could not find any of the desired liquid so you settled with 14 gallons of Earthen whiskey. I was your Designated Martian, or as you called it, ' mr mrrshn'." He finished coolly.
Her eyes went wide, she had a feeling that if someone saw her, they would see white plates where pupils should have been. She was certain that Diana would be pissed off if she found out that J'onn knew about them before they were even together. "Her trust will be an even more endangered species if she heard about this." She whispered.
"Yes, indeed." Her teammate replied.
"Oh shut up, J'onn. Did you get my attention just so you could make me aware of just how fucked I really am, or is something wrong?" She rolled her eyes as she finished.
"Yes, actually, something IS wrong. A bank in the Galapagos is delivering a vast amount of money today to be deposited in a bank in Virginia, I need Diana to accompany the caravan immediately upon the plane touching down. Could you wake the sleeping Amazon and inform her of the situation?"
"Certainly, not a problem." She sighed.
"Thank you. And, Shayera?"
"Yeah?" Agitation laced her tone like sand on the sides of a glass jar.
"Good luck." He said, Shayera heard a softness to his voice that was unfamiliar.
"Yeah, thanks J'onn." With that, the redhead removed the tiny device and placed it on her end table as she buried her head in her hands. Sighing, she turned around and looked at the woman she had slept with.
"You should get some rest because when I get back, we're having sex, Princess." She chuckled quietly before kissing a pale shoulder and getting dressed. Shayera stopped before leaving the room to scrawl a note out with her favorite pen; the redhead bit her lip anxiously before walking back and setting the note on the hardwood nightstand, placing a chaste kiss on her lover's lips. With a smile thrown hastily back at the other woman, she grabbed her mace and left.