Diana’s strength was only modulated by her own control. As a child, she’d argued endlessly with Hippolyta to be allowed to take part in the Games, with fully grown or nearly so women. Other Amazons, or so she’d thought at the time. Her Aunt Antiope had argued her cause, as she always had, and so Diana had competed. She had not won on a technicality, but she had easily outpaced the other Amazons. Really, that should’ve been Diana’s first clue that she was not fully an Amazon, or perhaps was more than she should’ve been, but as was the case now, Diana missed the most obvious things.
“Yes,” she said with a nod, and the relief of that fact was heard even in that one word. “Did you?”
And that was all she managed to say at all, because Thor pressed another kiss to her cheek, or more properly her jaw, where it joined her neck, and Diana gasped. She stopped herself from any further sound, but there would’ve been if she hadn’t. Her toes curled, but that might not have been something that Thor would’ve noticed.
Once again, Diana managed to convince herself that this was all Normal And Fine (™). Diana had been brought here from the year 2008, which meant that the pop-punk band Fall Out Boy were still in their bright heyday (and would be again, eventually), and a snatch of song occurred to her. “Joke me something awful, just like kisses on the necks of best friends,” if she was recalling it correctly, and Diana had never felt a song so firmly in all her long, long life.
“Thor.” Soft, breathless. Almost a gasp in and of itself, and her hand tightened on his.