She had had no intentions of escaping, because winning hadn’t been the point of this in the first place. Oh, she’d answered his challenge and Diana was as fierce a fighter as any. She enjoyed it, and so she’d answered the challenge. But that had not been what had brought her out here today, and it had not been what had called her to Thor any of the times she’d spent with him. And that was a consideration, too. She’d been here roughly a week, and met plenty of people, but she had seen no one as much as she’d seen Thor. This hotel, she’d been told, was known to move people around, push them in certain directions, influence things as it saw fit. Who was to say that these accidental meetings were accidents to begin with?
Somehow, despite everything she’d said and all that had happened between them, she was still stunned when his mouth met hers. His beard tickled, but that feeling was almost immediately overpowered by his mouth properly, and Diana’s hands came up to cup the back of his head, her fingers sliding into his hair. Her eyes had closed, because who kept their eyes open during a kiss, but even if they hadn’t, they would’ve gone almost fuzzy with her lack of focus. All she could think about (and all she wanted to think about) was Thor, and this soft, sweet kiss.
Finally, though, after a day or a minute or a lifetime, she pulled back, and gave him a crooked grin. “Now I won, Thunder God.”
And she kissed him again, because he’d started it anyway.