Unburning Bridges
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shankieMerfilly's challenge, installment #2. This one was a total quickwrite, and then I just liked it. So yeah.
Unburning Bridges
Hawkgirl/Wonder Woman
R
"Haa!" Shayera let out a yell as she lunged forward with the escrima, but it was no wonder Diana managed to dodge her and land a blow.
'Damned perfect Amazon.'
Shayera twirled and redoubled her efforts, and the air rang with the sound of clattering wood. She took a measure of pride in the face that Diana looked just as sweaty and frustrated as she surely did, but the battle wasn't over, yet.
They were at a stalemate, each blocking and attacking in such sync that neither were landing any blows.
Fed up, she yelled in irritation and swept Diana's legs out with a kick, and they both went into a long tense tumble until Diana was on top, pinning her to the floor.
"Do you feel any better?"
"No, not really, Princess."
"That's a real shame."
They glared at each other hotly for a long moment, until a single bead of sweat suddenly rolled off Diana's chest, down her cleavage and through the air, splashing on Shayera's skin.
And Diana noticed that she noticed.
"You... impetuous..."
"What? Now you're going to hate me for looking?"
They stared at each other some more, this time with an altogether different look.
"No. I'll hate you for not getting over it."
"Look who's talking."
That she wasn't sure of what exactly they were referring to anymore sent a strange shiver down her spine.
"I think, there's another way we could try and... reconnect," Diana finally offered a little sternly, but softer.
"I think you might be right about that," Shayera said with a nod, not taking her eyes off Diana's, unreadable as they were.
Diana got up sharply and began walking out. When Shayera didn't immediately follow her, thinking she was likely being blown off, she turned her head mid-step.
"Are you coming, or not?"
They stalked, one behind the other, down the hallways, staring straight ahead. Shayera had a tight frown on her face, if only to ward off what else might flicker across it.
They were still silent in the elevator, and as they emerged on the dormitory level making a straight line to Diana's quarters, like all the those on the A level, larger and obviously designed with the original seven in mind. Her own was right next to it, and suddenly it all seemed like a waste of space.
Moreso as Diana kept the lights switched off when the door slid closed with the click of a lock.
They soared through the air and landed on the bed with the impossible softness of her flight, so different from Shayera's in its magic.
She smelled musky, in that sweetly fragrant way of a demi-goddess, and the desire to see inside of Diana's life returned. And perhaps some of her strengthening faith found the alluring mysticism of old gods and the comfort of warriors.
Endless comfort in the pleasures of Diana's hands on her skin as a kind of combat began a worshipping of each other's bodies.
It continued for long, blissful hours in total blackness and only the sound of breathing and sliding fabric in the air.
* * *
When she woke the next morning tangled in the sheets of Diana's bed, with the Amazon herself still there sleeping beside her, something in Shayera's heart felt healed.
She found not just remembered pleasure in the angelic face resting on the pillow, a spray of dark hair tumbling over white, but somehow, an acceptance.
She would never admit to how high her esteem for the woman was; a warrior of undoubted skill, a leader of endless faith. A standard to be met. If she could accept Shayera again, perhaps she could once again accept herself.
* * *
Diana & Shayera by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
batfan_sarah
Unburning Bridges
Hawkgirl/Wonder Woman
R
"Haa!" Shayera let out a yell as she lunged forward with the escrima, but it was no wonder Diana managed to dodge her and land a blow.
'Damned perfect Amazon.'
Shayera twirled and redoubled her efforts, and the air rang with the sound of clattering wood. She took a measure of pride in the face that Diana looked just as sweaty and frustrated as she surely did, but the battle wasn't over, yet.
They were at a stalemate, each blocking and attacking in such sync that neither were landing any blows.
Fed up, she yelled in irritation and swept Diana's legs out with a kick, and they both went into a long tense tumble until Diana was on top, pinning her to the floor.
"Do you feel any better?"
"No, not really, Princess."
"That's a real shame."
They glared at each other hotly for a long moment, until a single bead of sweat suddenly rolled off Diana's chest, down her cleavage and through the air, splashing on Shayera's skin.
And Diana noticed that she noticed.
"You... impetuous..."
"What? Now you're going to hate me for looking?"
They stared at each other some more, this time with an altogether different look.
"No. I'll hate you for not getting over it."
"Look who's talking."
That she wasn't sure of what exactly they were referring to anymore sent a strange shiver down her spine.
"I think, there's another way we could try and... reconnect," Diana finally offered a little sternly, but softer.
"I think you might be right about that," Shayera said with a nod, not taking her eyes off Diana's, unreadable as they were.
Diana got up sharply and began walking out. When Shayera didn't immediately follow her, thinking she was likely being blown off, she turned her head mid-step.
"Are you coming, or not?"
They stalked, one behind the other, down the hallways, staring straight ahead. Shayera had a tight frown on her face, if only to ward off what else might flicker across it.
They were still silent in the elevator, and as they emerged on the dormitory level making a straight line to Diana's quarters, like all the those on the A level, larger and obviously designed with the original seven in mind. Her own was right next to it, and suddenly it all seemed like a waste of space.
Moreso as Diana kept the lights switched off when the door slid closed with the click of a lock.
They soared through the air and landed on the bed with the impossible softness of her flight, so different from Shayera's in its magic.
She smelled musky, in that sweetly fragrant way of a demi-goddess, and the desire to see inside of Diana's life returned. And perhaps some of her strengthening faith found the alluring mysticism of old gods and the comfort of warriors.
Endless comfort in the pleasures of Diana's hands on her skin as a kind of combat began a worshipping of each other's bodies.
It continued for long, blissful hours in total blackness and only the sound of breathing and sliding fabric in the air.
When she woke the next morning tangled in the sheets of Diana's bed, with the Amazon herself still there sleeping beside her, something in Shayera's heart felt healed.
She found not just remembered pleasure in the angelic face resting on the pillow, a spray of dark hair tumbling over white, but somehow, an acceptance.
She would never admit to how high her esteem for the woman was; a warrior of undoubted skill, a leader of endless faith. A standard to be met. If she could accept Shayera again, perhaps she could once again accept herself.
Diana & Shayera by
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