"So?" Shayera asks with a teasing lilt as she takes a seat beside me in the cafeteria.
"So?" I repeat, confused, as I sip on an Iced Mocha and read through some paperwork Bruce had requested a second opinion on.
"What's he like?"
I begin to understand what she's getting at. "What's who like?"
"Oh, don't be obtuse, Diana. What's Bruce like? Is he as good as all the rumors say he is?" I roll my eyes, trying to remain outwardly unaffected but no I'm not completely successful. "Well? Don't hold out on me! Give me all of the details!" Shay squeals, drawing attention to us which only makes me flush warmer.
"Not right now, not with everyone watching." I whisper, trying to ignore the stares and my friend. Then a dark figure moves in my peripheral and I glance up just long enough to see the man of the hour has entered the room, pouring himself a cup of coffee before snagging a cup of Jell-O from the fridge. He nods at Shay and I on his way back out of the room but I can't bring myself to respond.
"You are so awkward!" Shay groans and folds over on the table. "You need to tell me! Please! My love life has been so uneventful lately! It's just John and I tiptoeing circles around each other! We must've found a way to switch places with you and Bruce! It's maddening."
"If that's somehow the case, then I get the feeling! But trust me, it's worth it in the end." My face flushes yet again and Shay immediately notices, bringing her attention back to my love life. I should've left out that last part.
"Dianaaaa," Shay throws herself down on the table again, hands smacking the surface loudly.
"And that's my cue," I stand, quickly gathering my paperwork and my iced mocha before standing and attempting to run away from my friend but she's quick to stand and follow me.
"Oh, come on, Diana! At least tell me if I'm crazy for thinking you guys actually got that far? If you haven't gotten to that point yet, just tell me and I'll leave you alone about it!"
I step into my personal quarters, hoping she'll drop it if I just continue to ignore the question but instead, she reads into it and squeals, throwing herself on my bed as I sit at the small desk and attempt to focus on actually reading these documents.
"Diana, we are best friends, which means you have to share! Give the deets! Unless," she sits up on my bed and her tone irritatingly piques my interest. I sigh, pushing the papers away from me in frustration, realizing I'm probably not going to get anything done while my friend is in here. I swivel the chair around to meet Shayera's mischievous grin, yet a hint of confusion lingers in her eyes. "Is he bad in bed? Maybe he struggles to get it up?"
"Oh my Hera, Shay!" I cover my face with my hands.
"Wait, actually?" Shayera scoots to the edge of my bed.
"NO!"
"Oh," she's silent for a moment before erupting, "THEN WHY WON'T YOU TELL ME?"
"Because! It was a magical evening between the two of us! I don't understand why the details are any of your business!"
"They're my business because I am your best friend. And as your best friend, it is mandatory that you share all of the information with me, such as how big he was, if he was as good as all the rumors say he is, you know, the important stuff!"
"I mean, I don't know if those are things he wants me to share."
"Girl, every man knows that every girl will share the details of their sex life with each other. It's part of the girl code." Shay insists and while I still don't know if that's actually true, I have been wanting to tell someone about my night with Bruce.
I give in, leaning back against my chair. "He was really good," I admit.
"Yes!" Shayera pumps her fists in the air. "And size?"
"Puts a lot of the statues on my home island to shame." I flush just thinking of the glorious sight that had been Bruce naked.
"That doesn't really tell me much seeing as how I've never been to Themyscira but we can come back to that. And his skills? Can he eat you like those Jell-O cups?"
My jaw drops and I stare at my friend, speechless. "I….don't even know how to respond to that." I swivel my chair back around to try and hide my face, burying it in my hands as my mind wanders back to that night, replaying how he'd laid back on his bed and gestured for me to climb on top of him. But not just straddling him, no, he grabbed me by my thighs and manhandled me up over his face.
With that infuriating smirk on his face, he'd gently taken hold of my wrists and put them on his headboard, commenting that I could also hold onto him if I so pleased. But I'd been distracted by the feel of breath ghosting over sensitive and wet flesh. He had pressed teasing kisses everywhere but where I was wanting him when he'd suddenly made contact, his hands reaching up to hold my hips and pull me down onto him.
He had shamelessly pushed his tongue up and into me, before withdrawing to flick at the small bud at the top of my opening. He sucked that small bead, pulling it into his mouth where he nipped at it before alternating back to moving his tongue in and out of me, mimicking what I had learned was himself when I rode him.
It had given me the idea to treat his tongue similarly and had straightened myself to sit back on his mouth, and unsurprisingly, I was pushed over the edge mere moments later.
My toes had curled where my feet had rested over his shoulders and my one hand dropped from his headboard to hold on tightly to his hair.
His hands had moved up to my hips to aid in my movement over him, trying to accommodate for my whimsy movements, trying to predict what I'd do next to give me the best pleasure.
After two more releases, he'd curled his tongue within me and reached down with one hand to strum across that sensitive spot, sending me spiraling and rolling off of him to shiver and shake on his mattress just beside him. The rest of the night, he'd had that smug look on his face and I'd struggled to wipe it from his face till I had gathered the courage to return the favor. That wiped the smug grin off the bastard's face.
"Maybe I should go, if you're just going to ignore me." I hear Shay huff and I'm pulled from my thoughts.
"What?"
"I've been talking to you for the last five minutes and you've said nothing to me." She throws her hands up before stomping out of my room. I have half the mind to follow her and apologize but I end up leaning back in my chair, laughing.
My door slides open a moment later and I expect to look over and see my friend has reappeared but I'm greeted with a much better surprise.
"Princess, are you ready to head back to the manor?"
I smirk, eyes trailing over my handsome boyfriend for a moment before leaning down to pull my boots off, standing a moment later with my uniform pooling at my feet.
"How about you climb on that bed and let me use that tongue again?" I ask with a smirk.
Bruce had removed his cowl at some point, mostly likely while I'd been undressing, and it now lays a few feet away from him, like he'd dropped it and allowed it to roll away.
And the moment we connect eyes, black meeting black, I consider just how lucky I am, smirk growing as he wordlessly moves towards my bed.
A/N: When I got the idea to make a 'bonus chapter', this is not how I originally planned for it to go but I hope it will suffice! This also was not proofread.
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