The Wistfulness of Afterglow

I kissed Diana then, and she returned the kiss. Soft instead of frantic.

"How do you feel?" I asked, after lying with her for some time.

"...I'm not sure the words exist," she said, her voice a touch breathy. "My whole body is relaxed and it all feels... feels good."

"Good," I said. "We must have done it right."

She giggled again, and then returned the kiss I gave her. "How about you," she asked. "How do you feel?"

"Astounded. I'm not sure this isn't a dream."

"It's not," she said. "It's real. Remember, I've been bound by the Lasso of Truth. You can trust what I say."

I smiled at that. "Speaking of which -- are you okay with that? After a while, it can cut off your circulation or cramp muscles..."

She chuckled softly. "I told you the last time you had me tied up like this -- I can go hours with tons of weight pressing down on me. You're not that heavy, and my muscles don't cramp."

"Ever?"

"Ever." She considered. "But you may need to release me soon anyhow. I do sort of have to pee."

I grinned. "I think we can arrange that."

"But not yet," she said. "I'd like to...."

"To what?"

"I'd like to just... savor this. I'll never be deflowered again. It seems like I shouldn't rush the moment."

"That makes sense. Though -- about being deflowered--"

Diana laughed. "Is someone disappointed he didn't get to pop Wonder Woman's cherry?"

"'Pop your cherry?' What happened to 'crass?'"

"Crass seems appropriate after what we just did. We should indulge in crass." She closed her eyes, resting her head on the floor again. "Men don't always understand what a hymen even is... or why an invulnerable one doesn't mean your vagina is sealed like a tomb. Still, my hymen ruptured when I was an adolescent, during rather intense horseback training. It would be some years before my superhuman abilities would fully manifest. Honestly, I'm just as glad."

"Me too." I leaned down and kissed her throat.

"Tom?" she said, after a long moment.

"Yes?"

"Will it always be like this?" She sounded wistful, just then.

I leaned up, and looked at her. "No," I said. "Sometimes it'll be worse. And sometimes it'll be better."

She considered that for a moment, then nodded. "And now I need to pee."

I laughed, sliding off her and helping her sit up. It took a few minutes to untie her, before she floated into the bathroom and shut the door.

I looked at the golden rope in my hands, sitting on the couch. Still naked, mind, and I felt... well, I felt pretty amazing. But still... she wasn't the only one who'd crossed lines. I was committed now. I'd extorted Wonder Woman into swearing an unbreakable oath, and whether or not she liked it, I'd then used it to strip her, **** her, seduce her and deflower her. There was no going back from that.

She came out of the bathroom then, striding back into the living room. It struck me again, just how much of a presence Diana was. Six feet or something like it and the most powerful woman on the planet, and when she walked she looked it. Even nude as she was, she didn't look weak or defenseless. She looked like she could take on Darkseid and win.

I stood up. "So, what did you bring with you for clothing?" I asked.

She paused, and her cheeks colored slightly. "Just a couple of things," she said. "I didn't really think about it. I...."

"Hm?"

"I don't generally pack clothes when I go out in full regalia."

"Did you bring anything?" I frowned slightly. We'd need to supply Diana with clothes, it seemed to me.

"Well, yes. Hold on." She went over to the front door, and retrieved the duffel she'd brought in with her. Carrying it to the couch, she unzipped it. She pulled out a rather utilitarian white sport bra and panties, a set of grey sweatpants, a white tee shirt, and a bundle of red cloth.

I arched an eyebrow at the latter. "What's that?" I asked.

She flushed a bit more. "It's... something we wear on Themiscyra. It... seemed appropriate to the occasion."

"May I see?"

She unbundled the cloth. Inside, it had been holding what looked like red slippers with ribbons that would be tied up her legs. The cloth itself turned out to be a loose blood red toga, designed to pin at both shoulders, trimmed in gold, with gold cords that held it in place.

I smiled at that. "You're right," I said. "Still, that's not a lot of clothing for the weekend. Wouldn't you have needed more clothes than that?"

"I have my armor," she said. "At least before you put it in the safe."

"What about when that gets dirty?"

"It doesn't."

I arched an eyebrow. "It doesn't get dirty? Come on."

She rolled her eyes. "He can accept women who can fly, but the idea of a magical garment that never gets dirty? Now that's too much to swallow."

I snorted. "Fine," I said. "Well, there's nothing to be done for it. We'll have to get you some clothes tomorrow."

She blinked. "You mean... go outside?"

"Well, yeah. I don't think we can get same day delivery off of Amazon."

She flushed a touch. "I... assumed...."

"What?"

"I assumed we'd stay in."

"You assumed you wouldn't need to be seen with me," I said, maybe a touch more flatly than I meant.

She furrowed her brow. "I assumed that given the... nature of our weekends together, and the reasons for them, you wouldn't want to call unnecessary attention to them."

I looked at her for a long moment, then looked away. "Yeah, well. You assumed wrong. Anyway -- you've got enough civilian clothes that I think we can get away with it."

"Civ-- oh. Oh."

I glanced back at her. She was looking away, a touch flustered. "What?" I asked, maybe more sharply than I should.

"I... had thought you meant you wanted to go out... with me in uniform. To be seen... with Wonder Woman."

"You thought I wanted to show off?"

She looked back, eyebrow arched. "Are you telling me you don't want to show me off? It's not like I can refuse to go. Not during these weekends."

I looked at her for a long moment.

She held my gaze, not backing off.

"No," I said, quietly. "I don't intend to show you off. You're not a fucking trophy."

She held gaze for a long moment. "My apologies," she said. "I shouldn't have assumed." She didn't change her position, and certainly didn't sound apologetic.

"Yeah, well. I can see why you did." I took a deep breath. "I'm going to grab a soda. Do you want something?"

"Yes... yes please. A soda would be nice. More Sprite, if you have it."

I nodded and stepped around her, heading into the kitchen. I admit it, I was pissed off. At the same time, it's not like I could blame her. For a few minutes, I could pretend that the intense moments we'd shared had made everything good between us. I could pretend that she'd consented to all of this, not been ****. I grabbed a couple of Sprites and diverted into my bedroom, so I could grab a bathrobe. And then I headed back into the living room--

And stopped dead in my tracks.

Diana had put on the red shift. As I thought, it fastened on her shoulders, the gold highlighting along her neck where it draped. A golden cord pulled it tight to her waist, and caused it to be closer to a dress than a poncho. The slippers were on her feet, and their ribbons had been painstakingly tied up her calves, crisscrossing several times before being tied into a bow. It was loose, naturally, but had been pulled tight enough to more than suggest the breasts it concealed, her nipples visible through the fabric. The train was low enough to preserve her modesty, but a sharp wind would change that. She'd apparently run a brush through her hair, and the silk of the wrappings over her bracers even matched the color moderately well.

And she stood, arms akimbo, hips slightly angled, legs parted. "Still," she said, her voice lower than before. "I assume that tonight we're staying... in?"

I stared at her, my eyes moving up and down, before I nodded. "That time you assume right," I said.

She had the barest of smiles on her lips as she reached over, arching slightly and bending over, plucking one of the sodas out of my hand. "That's what I thought," she said, and straightened back up.