* DISCLAIMER * This is a non-profit work of fan-fiction involving characters created and owned by DC Comics. Some initial dialogue courtesy of WONDER WOMAN (vol.2.) #47 This story contains EXPLICIT SEX between consenting adult parties of the same sex. If this bothers you, PLEASE do not read the story. * WRITTEN BY * Samy Merchi * ARCHIVED AT * http://mash.yok.utu.fi/corona.html * STARRING * Diana "WONDER WOMAN" of Themyscira Donna "TROIA" Troy in ******************** * COMMON JUNCTURE * * or * * PLOT? WHAT PLOT? * ******************** * CONTINUITY * Takes place between pages 19 and 20 of WONDER WOMAN (vol.2.) #47. * WARNING * My first finished f/f. Mainly written as f/f practice. I'm not too good at DC continuity. May suck. * TIMESTAMP * Date of first publication: Jan 9th 2000 *** "That night, in the home of Julia Kapatelis' parents Agostos and Maria Deneiros, the two young women, strangers and intimates at once, finally meet at a common juncture. In that wonderful, exhilarating instant, a bond, mightier than the Gordian Knot, is tied." -- WONDER WOMAN (vol.2.) #47 *** * DONNA TROY'S DIARY, OCTOBER 19th * Dear diary, People talk about love at first sight. Y'know, when you first see someone and they're so beautiful or gorgeous or handsome that you can't help but lose your heart to them from that instant until eternity. I don't really believe in it. I mean, I'm a romantic at heart. I believe in love triumphing over all obstacles and evils in the end. I believe in happy endings and I cry at movies when lovers are reunited. But still, I think that love can't be created in an instant. You have to get to know a person -- place wood in a fireplace, work at lighting the fire, watch it and make sure it doesn't die out while it's still young and weak. Love comes over a long time. Hah! 'Long' time. Nice choice of words, Donna, since I'm Mrs Terry Long now. I've been so lucky, to find a man who's caring, attentive, supportive, comforting, forgiving -- all those things other women insist can't be found in a man. Maybe they haven't tried hard enough. Maybe they weren't willing to take that long time and make an effort at getting to know a person, like I did with Terry -- and found happiness. Love comes over a long time. I'm sure of that. And yet, today, I met someone I've wanted to meet for a long while, and like a lightning bolt out of the sky, I was drawn to her. But -- I mean, who wouldn't be? I never imagined a woman could look so good, like an idealized statue brought to life. All those supermodels -- for all the beauty the media attributes to them, usually they look like little twigs that would snap in the wind. Not so, Wonder Woman. She had just the right amount of muscles to appear like power itself, without being bulky or grotesque like body builders. Her skin was smooth and clean, without birthmarks or even scars -- which surprised me, considering how many battles I'd heard she'd gotten into. Her breasts, just the right size, not like Kory's huge 'golden globes' (Great, now I'm quoting Gar) that she tended to complain about, but just right, with the perfect firm shape -- I sound like a lech. Sure, I noticed the perfection of her body, but I wasn't _sexually_ drawn to her at the moment. Not so much that I consciously knew it, anyway -- maybe somewhere in the back corner of my mind, but right then, I was just in _awe_ of her. With that perfect body, that perfect posture, even that perfect voice -- though I couldn't understand a word she was saying that moment when I first saw her, it was all Greek. Literally, I mean -- I was in Greece, on the island of Cephalonia on a quest to solve the mystery of the weird nightmares I'd been having about the werecreatures I'd fought in the sewers of New York with the other Titans. Anyway, I got into some trouble with the local people -- don't know exactly why, because the governor and the people he was arguing with both spoke Greek, and I haven't got clue one about the language. So that's when _she_ showed up and calmed the situation down, just with her presence, standing there, larger than life. All the people looked at her like she was a goddess or something, and, well, I'm not as superstitious as these people seemed to be, even though I've seen a lot in my life -- or maybe _because_ I've seen so much, I think of individuals that normal people would worship as gods as just fellow superheroes. Well, except her, I mean. She was so _gorgeous_. That aura of hers that made everyone shush in an instant, it was no _wonder_ many people thought of her as the female counterpart to Superman. Which made her words feel all the more incredible. "I told them you were my friend, Ms Troy", she told me, explaining how she had gotten the villagers to calm down and leave peacefully. "And", she continued, smiling with such a reassuring, instantly accepting manner, "although we've never met until today, I believe it's true." And those blue eyes, staring into mine... What amazed me maybe the most was how she had no arrogance, no snobbishness in her -- she accepted me like a sister, like an equal, even though she was the most powerful, most famous, most celebrated woman in the world. I was just a regular -- hah! regular! -- superhero, just one of the Titans, and not even Dick. I mean, I had no idea where to start, and just out of the blue, she replied -- the second thing she ever said to me -- with, "Well, you can start by calling me Diana." Not 'Princess Diana', not 'Wonder Woman', or 'Ms Woman', or 'ma'am' or anything else, just 'Diana', like we'd known each other all our lives. So, after I made the same gesture -- heh, she called me 'Ms Troy'... so formal -- and told her she could call me Donna, she said we could go to one of her friends' place to have some privacy there. Of course, I accepted -- I'd wanted to talk to her for a long time about those Greek werecreature nightmares, maybe we'd be able to find a solution together. Together. It felt so weird, confronting a mystery 'together' with her -- I mean, the Titans are great, and I wouldn't have _anyone_ rather watching my back, but she -- she was _special_. Being alongside a legend, like Amelia Earhart, or Marilyn Monroe, or Mother Theresa. It was more than enough for me to forget that I didn't really know her -- _something_ about her just made me trust her completely, and I liked the feeling. Anyway, those friends of her turned out to be an old couple -- the _parents_ of some friend of hers, actually, but that didn't seem to cause any lessening of affection between Diana and them -- they acted almost like Diana was their own daughter. The woman -- Maria, Diana told me her name was, since neither of them spoke English -- shooed her husband off to a shed outside to do some carpentry stuff to give us some privacy to talk about the nightmares, and went to the kitchen herself, to start up some dinner. And so we were finally alone. We talked a long while, not even reaching the topic that had bugged both of us over several days, as we just went over each others' pasts and really got to know each other. It seemed like we'd never stop, like she or I always had one question or another to ask, resulting in a long conversation after another on anything from Aqualad to Zeus. Eventually, Maria dropped in to let us know that the dinner would be ready in an hour, and she offered the guest bedroom for us to change in, out of our costumes into something more comfortable. Diana nodded with a smile and accepted, but it took me a while to understand the reasoning behind her offer -- her husband would be coming in for dinner too, and, well, Diana's a goddess and neither of our costumes cover _that_ much. So I blushed a bit, and nodded, taking Diana's hand as she offered to help me up, and followed her to the guest bedroom. She sat down onto the edge of the bed and put that glowing golden lasso of hers aside, before she leaned down, her hands sliding down her calf before reaching her boot, and started to pull it off. I couldn't help but watch as her skin was revealed from underneath the red-and-white boot, all the way down to her toes. After she removed the boot and put it down beside the bed, her eyes glanced up to me, and I quickly turned my attention elsewhere, blushing slightly and turning my back to her so she couldn't see the faint red touching my cheeks. Slowly, hesitating a bit, I started to remove my golden armguards, one after another baring the skin between my wrists and elbows. I put them down on a shelf, and then tentatively undid the golden sash wrapped around the waist of my black starfield leotard. Then, my back still to her, I took off my golden boots and placed them down beside the bookshelf. I bit my lip lightly at the thought of what was left -- removing my leotard. How would Diana feel --? What _was_ she thinking we were going to do? Was she going to keep hers on and just put something on top of it? Or was she going to actually take it off? Should I? What if I made a fool out of myself, or embarrassed her, or... I winced a bit as uglier doubts surfaced in my mind. My body could never rival hers. To think of revealing my body in her presence -- it would be like putting a photo of a landfill beside one of a sunset. "Diana --" I started, glancing over my shoulder towards her, and froze in place. She was nude. Except for the golden tiara on her forehead, she had removed all of her costume, and was folding the red-blue-white-gold leotard over the bed, her left side towards me. "Yes, Donna?" she glanced towards me, quirking an eyebrow, immediately attentive to my concerns. "I, uh, nevermind", I said quickly, turning my head to face front again to hide the red rising to my cheeks as I cursed myself mentally for handling this so ineptly. I was _nervous_ about something as simple as undressing in front of another woman. I mean, I've done it before, without a hint of anything sexual. Showered with other women, taken moonlight swims with Kory -- well, okay, invalid point, there was _something_ sexual there, but my point stands...or does it? Was I feeling the same way about Diana as I did about Kory? That was crazy. I'd barely known Diana for three hours. On the other hand, we'd gotten along wonderfully, as if we knew each others' innermost thoughts, until this. She was so gorgeous. "I apologize", I heard Diana's voice behind me, and I lowered my head slightly in a sigh. "I didn't think -- even here in the world of man, I have discovered that nudity between members of the same sex is acceptable to some degree -- but I simply assumed it would be acceptable to you, because I felt like I knew you. I jumped to conclusions, and I apologize." "No", I shook my head with another sigh, and turned fully around to see her, a robe -- which she had probably taken from the open closet -- covering her now. "That's not it -- I... I do accept same-sex nudity... It happens all the time, I have no problems with that." Diana looked confused. "I don't understand, then", she stated gently. "You're tense -- have I done something else to offend you?" "No", I shook my head again, a bit more vehemently as I gave her a pleading look begging her to understand. "It's nothing you did -- It's just..." I bit my lip and frowned a bit in trying to get my determination up. "You're awakening...sensations, in me." Her face lit up in understanding, as if everything was suddenly clear and no problem to her. "Oh", she smiled, and stood there for a moment, then reached up and placed her hands onto the golden shoulderguards of my leotard. "I don't mind", she said approvingly. "You do the same to me." Now it was my turn to be confused -- no, that's too mild a word, _shocked_ is closer to the truth. I mean, Terry told me I was beautiful. Roy had told me that. Kory had told me that. And they weren't the only ones. But to hear it from Diana -- I suddenly felt like a child given a word of approval by her parent. Like the ultimate authority was agreeing with Terry, and Roy, and Kory's opinions. Hesitantly, a bit of a smile carefully came to my lips, and I put my hands over Diana's, which were still laying on my shoulderguards. "I think you're gorgeous, Diana. Absolutely beautiful", I said, caressing her hands softly. "I'm glad", she smiled in return, and moved a bit closer, wiggling her shoulders ever-so-slightly and causing the robe to slide off them and down her body with a soft hiss until pooling at her ankles, while she leaned down and touched her lips onto the skin behind my ear. I gasped, my head bending back slightly as a breath of pleasure escaped my lips, a shudder coursing thru my body, and then, quickly, I pulled away from her, taking her hands in mine as they fell from my shoulders, and giving her another pleading look. "Diana", I whispered, still a bit breathless. "I...can't, I'm...married..." "I understand", she nodded with a smile, and picked up the robe from the floor, her dark hair momentarily obscuring her face as she leaned down. Standing straight again, she tossed her head back with a graceful motion of her neck, and slipped the robe over her to cover her body from sight, the opportunity of a lifetime quickly passing me by. "I would never vi--" "Diana, I --" I interrupted her with an agonized expression, lightly brushing the back of my hand over her cheek as she stood there, watching me with no judgement in her eyes. So understanding, just like my beloved Terry. Anything I chose -- That, still, didn't mean I _should_ make certain choices. "I love Terry", I said quietly, burying my face against Diana's shoulder and giving a shuddering sigh. "I don't want anything to ever ruin that." "And I won't", Diana whispered, putting her arms around me and holding be gently, one hand stroking my hair soothingly. "I would never do anything to harm you or your marriage." She looked down into my eyes and smiled. "I apologize for having even brought this up", she said, and rubbed her hands up and down my arms a bit, before letting go and turning around, heading towards the closet for some clothes. "Wait", I said, grabbing her arm. She glanced at me over her shoulder, quirking an eyebrow but not saying anything, just staring at me in wait for my decision -- so clearly, she made it plain -- it was my decision...and for better or for worse, I felt in my heart -- it would also be my responsibility. "The nightmares have been driving me crazy", I murmured, avoiding her eyes. "I need this." "Are you certain?" she asked, turning back towards me and sliding her hands over my shoulders. "Your marriage is your own -- I will abide by your choice on this matter." "I --" I started, biting my lip, and then looked up into her eyes. "I want you, Diana", I murmured, sliding my hands inside her robe and around her hips to cup her buttocks gently as I pulled her a bit closer and nuzzled her neck. "Forget about my marriage -- I'll deal with it in my own way, in my own time." I gave a weak smile. "If I was Roy, I'd say 'Trust me -- I know what I'm doing', but I'm not. I'm not as confident as him, but I do know I'll handle this. I love Terry, and because of that, everything will be fine in the end. Love makes everything be fine in the end." "Your love is strong and shines in you like a beacon", she whispered in pleasure at the feel of the nuzzling. "I would never dream of doing it harm. I would die before causing your marriage any problems." She looked down at me with a gentle smile, and slid her fingers into my short hair, gently rustling it. "Can I ask a question?" I looked a bit surprised, but gave a slow nod. "Of course", I said. "We've asked each other questions all night -- what's one more?" I managed to get out a nervous chuckle. "Mmm..." she inhaled as her hands caressed my hair, stroking and tousling it all over. "Do you want me because of me, or because I'm famous?" A little shock ran thru me, a spike of betrayal jabbing into my heart and I looked up at her with a hurt expression. "I --" I started, and then just stared into her calm, soothing blue eyes for a brief moment. "I --" I started again, this time with a deep frown. "I -- suppose your fame might have something to do with it", I said, lowering my hands from her buttocks and sighing as I lay down on my back on the bed, placing the heels of my palms over my eyes. "I don't know -- I mean, who _wouldn't_ want the experience of making love to someone like you -- the most celebrated woman in the world... You're the one everyone wants, and -- it would be such an egoboost to make love to someone like you..." She nodded, without saying a word, as she sat down on the bed beside me, a fingertip lightly tracing circles thru my leotard around the spot of my navel. "I -- I guess you're right", I sighed. "That's part of it." "'Part' of it?" she asked gently. My eyes blinked open and I looked at her. "Well -- I mean -- I wouldn't want you just for your fame. There are a lot of people who are famous and whom I don't want. Brad Pitt, Antonio Banderas -- they're sexy, they're handsome, but I don't want them -- at least, not like I want you. You're my _friend_, I _care_ about you and I want to give you pleasure. I've opened my heart to you and told you things I've told few others. You're one of my best friends, Diana." "You're right", she whispered as she moved over me, gently straddling my hips and leaning forward until her lips lightly touched mine. "It's a natural reaction, to desire someone you look up to. But underneath that natural reaction, you have that which _I_ want -- your friendship. And if you wouldn't desire other people simply for their fame, then I feel confident that you wouldn't desire me either simply for my fame, but for our friendship, to which my fame is merely a side bonus." "That's it", I murmured, a happy sigh coming from my lips as she started laying a trail of kisses from my lips to my chin, and along my jawbone until she reached the area behind my ear. She gave it a careful nip, then took my earlobe in her mouth and suckled it softly. "Oh..." I breathed heavily, placing my hands onto her back and slowly stroking up and down thru the fabric of her robe. "Feels so good..." "I don't want you to think of me as someone you look up to, Donna", she said, her whispers echoing in my ear as she licked along the edge of it. "I want you to think of me as an equal, a fellow woman, a fellow person who wants to help other people -- a friend. I don't want to be your idol, your goddess, or anything else you'd worship. I want you to treat me as you would any other person." "Diana, I -- ahhh!" my body spasmed slightly as she rubbed her knee gently against my crotch, bringing about the realization that I was soaking wet from the undressing, the conversation, the touching, everything. "Any other person", she repeated softly into my ear. So I gave her what she wanted, grabbed her cheeks roughly with my hands, and pulled her in for a heated kiss, pressing my lips against hers and suckling her mouth hard as my tongue lashed around hers. I flipped us around, coming atop her and bit her neck hungrily, breathing heavily against the perfect skin under my mouth. "Yes!" she moaned, clutching my shoulders hard as I bit her, her back arching, pressing her chest against mine. My body shivered as I realized both our nipples were rock hard, and in a sudden motion, without stopping the kisses and rough bites to her neck, I yanked down the shoulderguards of my leotard, pulling it down to my waist. She instantly dove down, taking one of my nipples in her mouth and suckling harshly on it, her teeth biting down on it just a bit, carefully, making me cry out a strangled gurgle of pleasure, managing to restrain the volume just in time as I remembered we weren't the only people in the house. "Yes! Diana!" I whimpered, grabbing her head in my hands and crushing her against my chest as miniature spasms shot thru me, one after another as she only intensified the suckling. Rolling us around, she came atop again, and gave the nipple a parting kiss before licking over the other one. "Lie down and relax, Donna", she whispered breathlessly as she inched downwards along my body, pulling my leotard down to my hips, exposing my navel and just the upper reaches of my pubic hair. "You have no idea how desirable I find you", she murmured as she pressed her tongue against my navel, tonguing it heavily and occasionally suckling it. "Oh my god!" I strained, my fingers digging into the sheets, my breathing ragged. "You're driving me crazy, Diana!" I couldn't help gasping. "Good", she smiled, and tenderly pulled my leotard all the way down to my knees, then ankles, then completely off me. I purred softly, relaxing a bit from the onslaught of her mouth as she concentrated on removing my last garment with a loving touch. "I love you so much, Diana", I croaked hoarsely. "I love you too, Donna", she whispered in return as her hands placed themselves onto my inner thighs and gently spread me open, exposing me to her completely. "Close your eyes." I glanced down at her wearily and whimpered a bit, shivering in anticipation as her warm breath felt like a cooling stream against my overheated sex. "I'm going to come", I whispered, trying to catch my breath. "Close your eyes", she repeated with a smile, nuzzling my inner thigh and laying repeated kisses all over the skin. Another few whimpers escaped my lips, but I did as she instructed, laying my head down on the sheets and closing my eyes. Almost as soon as I did, I screamed like a banshee as her tongue pressed roughly against my hot juncture. Biting down hard on my bottom lip to muffle my cry, I hoped no one had heard me. She gave no mercy. Her hands cupped my buttocks roughly and she nuzzled my sex, her mouth suckling on my entrance, her tongue pushing inside me and lashing against the sensitive mouth of my tunnel. One strangled cry after another erupted from my throat, only to be muffled by the mouth I barely managed to keep closed. And then, she went to my clitoris. Abandoning my entrance, she took my little nub between her lips and suckled hard on it, flicking her tongue rapidly against the bud in her mouth while moaning softly and sending thrumming vibrations deep into the center of my most sensitive spot. I jerked. I thrashed, I grasped her hair and tore at it desperately. Spasms wracked my body as my muscles clenched and unclenched in visceral waves of pleasure. I don't think I let a single scream out of my mouth while my brain melted down and I became just a spasming pile of spinal reflexes. Then, the last spasm blasted thru me, and I collapsed down onto the sheets, breathing raggedly, my sex throbbing, the sheets underneath soaked, my heart thumping, blood rushing in my ears, my throat dry and hoarse. I couldn't see straight, so I just let my eyes drift closed. "How long was I out?" I murmured as I returned from the black oblivion to the feel of Diana's fingers caressing and stroking my brow gently. "A mere few minutes", she replied, and leaned down to lightly kiss my lips, tasting a bit salty, musky. "That was --" I started, and then suddenly couldn't restrain a little laugh coming from my mouth as I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly. "It was _wonderful_, Diana", I kissed her back, softly and tenderly. "You have _no_ idea how much I needed that." "I'm glad if I made you happy", she whispered as she moved atop me, starting to nuzzle my neck again. "My turn, now", I purred tiredly, and pushed her to her back, coming atop her myself instead. With lazy eyes, I sat down astride her hips, noting that she had discarded the robe somewhere down the road -- probably while I was unconscious. "You know that I really love your breasts?" I smiled, placing my hands on the soft mounds of flesh and starting to caress all over them, my fingers playfully flicking over her nipples. "I know now", she smiled, letting out a blissful sigh as she lay back and let me do as I pleased with her chest. "Thank you so much for this", she whispered as my caresses became kneading, and the flicks over her nipples became light squeezes. "Oh, you're _more_ than welcome", I smirked devilishly, and leaned down, flicking my tongue over first one nipple, then the other, then the valley between her breasts. "OH!" she shuddered at the first two ones, then tightened up even further from the final one, groaning softly. "That spot is so sensitive", she smiled sheepishly down at me. I couldn't restrain a giggle. "It is, huh?", I gave a knowing smirk. "Makes one wonder how you like to have your men." She ignored my comment, instead reaching down to caress my cheeks with her hands. "Sweet Donna..." she murmured, and then gasped, her back arching as I tongued the spot between her breasts repeatedly. "Yes...yes.." airy gasps came from deep within her throat. My fingers took her nipples between them, and gave them squeezes -- light at first, but gradually becoming firm, then rough. Her face tightened, her breathing kept quickening and little winces of pain shot thru her, making her back arch with "AH!" sounds snapping from her throat. I took one of the nipples into my mouth and suckled roughly on it, sliding my freed hand down to her precious juncture, cupping her sex and finding it radiating heat into my hand. "Mmmm", I smiled as I suckled on the nipple, and then slid my finger down to her clitoris, starting to tease the nub with feather-light touches. "Great Gaea" she breathed rapidly in and out, little jerks jolting thru her spine, making me smile even wider. Suddenly, I pressed down hard on her clitoris, starting to massage it mercilessly as I bit down on her nipple, squeezing it between my teeth. She cried out, hands clutching my shoulders, fingernails digging into my skin as she spasmed underneath me, and then, after a few shudders, her body relaxed, calming down a bit. But I gave her no mercy. My finger pushed harder against the little nub, resuming the rubbing even as I started suckling on her again, but not biting this time. "So perfect", I gasped against her breast, and then suddenly bolted upwards, burying my face against her neck and devouring her flesh hungrily with harsh bites that made her body tighten up again in spasm after spasm and one whimper after another escape her throat. "Do you like this?" I asked, carefully pushing two fingers into her hot, slick flesh while my thumb remained on the clitoris, applying rough pressure onto it while I moved my fingers inside her in a tender counterpoint to the manhandling of her nub. "Yes", she sighed in bliss, her hips starting to undulate a bit, moving against the motions of my fingers, begging for me to enter her deeper. I obliged, happily, sliding into her all the way in, burying the entire lengths of my fingers inside her and rubbing her inner walls with my fingertips. She purred softly, rocking against my thrusts, I could feel the lazy pleasure building up underneath her smooth skin. "Mmmm", she breathed as I moved down a bit, taking her nipple back in my mouth, this time suckling gently on it, giving it lazy rhythmical pulls with my lungs, matching the rhythm with my movements on her clitoris and inside her, teasing on all three fronts ceaselessly, slowly increasing the rhythm. And the more I increased the rhythm, the tighter her body pulled, until she felt like a taut string pulled within a fraction of an inch from the snapping point. I didn't stop, I pushed on, by this point my suckles feverish, my rubs frantic, my thrusts pumping in and out of her as quickly as I could make them. With my remaining hand, I kneaded her other breast, and rubbed the nipple with a fingertip. "GNHHH!" she exploded against me, body straining and throbbing and pulsing as I kept up my motions, not slowing down one bit. A stronger wave crashed thru her, and she grinded her teeth together as her throat gurgled helplessly. Much too soon, it was over and she lay still underneath me, her beautiful chest rising and falling rapidly as she stared up at me with half-lidded eyes, and gave a weak, tired smile. I placed my hands onto her cheeks, smearing her cheek with traces of her wetness, and kissed her lips softly. Her mouth attached itself to mine, suckling lazily and inviting me in, so I obliged, sliding my tongue against hers and slowly caressing back and forth. It felt like it was several minutes later when we finally broke the kiss, and I looked down into her blue eyes as I lay atop her. "Let's get dressed before we'll be late for dinner", I whispered. She smiled and stroked my shoulders and neck with her hands. "And then, find the cause of our nightmares." *** "Nnngh!" Terry Long strained as he sat in a recliner at home, the diary falling from his hands onto his stomach as his hips jerked, one time after another, and then ceased, his body relaxing in the plush chair. Donna Troy smiled widely as she was on her knees before the recliner, her head in his lap, her cheeks slightly hollowed as she suckled on him softly, her hands stroking up and down his thighs as she took all of his release and swallowed it down. Then, she pulled off and gently squeezed the last droplets out with her fingers, lapping them up and cleaning him off before looking up into his eyes. "My husband liked? Does he forgive me?" "Loved", Terry smiled tiredly as he caressed Donna's hair. "Consider yourself forgiven." He picked up the diary from his stomach, closed it, and put it onto a table beside the chair. "So what were all those references to Kory?" he whispered. Donna grinned impishly. "Next week."