A kiss?

You drink in the sight of the beauty standing before you. Her bare feet are planted shoulder-width apart. Her red leggings cling to her magnificent legs like they were sprayed on. Her blue crop top - reversing the basic color scheme of her costume, you realize - hugs her torso and compresses her breasts but can't hope to flatten them.

She didn't exert herself enough to work up a proper sweat, but her tan skin glistens with health and vitality. Her toned arms hang at her side, hands open as if grasping for something. Her lustrous black hair hangs in front of her face like something a team of stylists spent hours working on to get that precise look for some high end model.

You slowly push yourself up and out of the chair. "I'll give you this, Princess: when you decide to do sexy, you do not hold back."

Diana nods. "It is not in my nature to do things halfway, even if the lasso would allow me to."

"I can appreciate that.” You walk over until you're standing in front of her. "And I certainly appreciate the results."

Even barefoot, she's a couple of inches taller than you. She looks down at you through the curtain of hair, managing to make it feel challenging rather than condescending. "The dance was to your liking, then?" What you can see of her face is carefully neutral, but her voice is sultry and her breathing heavier than normal.

"Very much so. Very very much so. You are, dare I say it, a Wonder."

You reach out and brush her hair back behind her ears, exposing her face. Her red lips are slightly parted and practically scream Kiss Me Passionately. But now that you can see her face, her blue eyes are cold and her expression is... resigned.

Diana offers neither resistance nor assistance as you lightly pull her face to yours and softly kiss her. Her lips are soft and moist as she returns the kiss tentatively. You pull back an inch and you stare into each other’s eyes for a long moment.

"Well, goodnight!" you say in a chipper voice, "Thanks for dinner and everything."

Diana blinks in surprise as you drop your hands to your sides. "That's... you don't, I mean..." Despite herself, there is a distinct air of disappointment.

"Don't want to blow the whole wad at once; I'd rather we take our time with things." You retrieve your sports coat and walk to her door. Looking back, Diana's posture and attitude have returned to her baseline, and her expression is more bemused than anything else, any conscious or **** disappointment having been quashed.

"Besides," you say with a grin, "when I kiss you, I want you to be kissing me back."

Wonder Woman says nothing, but her smile seems more genuine and in her eyes you think, you see a trace of something like respect. Or at least in that vicinity. She gives you the tiniest of nods

As you turn and walk out the door, you leave her with a sardonic "I'll call you!"