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She had suppose the mission was simple, two days with him wouldn’t- or it shouldn’t kill her. They had been more aggressive towards each other in the recent months, from more verbal arguments turning into almost all out brawls but he wouldn’t hit a woman. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

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Alan couldn’t refer to it as anything else. The entire point of their mission to stop Dr. Richard Torres from polluting the waters of Lake Erie was a low case for the Mystery Men of the 40’s, and a perfect mission for the two rivals. A two day all expenses paid for vacation typically, except for the minor arrest and take down planned for six o’clock the second morning. Planted in a hotel about 30 minutes into Michigan was beautiful highlighted by the clearest skies Ted had ever seen and even with the hot and hotheaded broad he was going to be staying with. They had taken a train here, quiet for the most part as Ted stared out his window and Hippolyta had read over her notes several times on Richard Torres. Only sounds heard in the train car were the small whispers of the children behind them and the roaring engine and chug of the train as it skated down the tracks, passing through the state. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

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When they had arrived to the city, he had given her a small pat on her thigh as they approached the station. Hippolyta’s glare had made him exit the train first. Grabbing both of their bags as their feet touched the platform. They were undercover, no needed for masks or bracelets as she wrapped her arm around his. Posing as Henry and Mary Troy; Henry for Ted’s fathers name- easy for Polly to remember, and Mary- just in case Ted slipped up and called her Polly. The last name came from the only Greekish word Ted knew, and Hippolyta had gone with it to not hurt his ego- despite the temptation in doing so.

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The hotel was rather large, and Hippolyta had specifically requested with Alan for two rooms. Not wanting this to be any harder for either of them, he had agreed. Going as far as putting them on separate floors, leaving them two as far away from each other when needed.

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After they both had settled, they had met at the bar. Whispers on when and where Torres would be between sips of alcohol. They both knew they had to watch him today, and attempt to gather more intel on how to bring him down at his meeting tomorrow but Ted wasn’t going to be upset if he left the bar with some hostess that looked a little too long at him.

Several times and trust me, she counted- Hippolyta had slapped his hand or arm in an attempt to get his staring under control. Maybe that’s what she hated about him, his boldness.

“You are disgusting.” She rolled her eyes as she took her final sip. “Just like every other man, Henry… You are a pig.”

Ted’s ears went red, his face finally finding hers as she continued her rant. “Maybe if you didn’t shut down when you needed to talk about your problems, you’d like men a lot more. What was holdin’ up on an island gonna do for you?”⠀⠀⠀

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She blinked at him, sliding her glass forward on the bar and scoffing. “I know the man with murder charges is not telling me to give men a second chance. Better yet, a man who doesn’t even know why The Amazons are where they are now.”

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His laugh angered her, and she showed it by her movements. Slight tapping of her nails against the mahogany bar as he continued to antagonize her. “I’ll guess. You got your little heart broken, and suddenly we’re all monsters. News flash, doll face… Not all men are out to hurt you, maybe some are just trying to show you what you’re missin’ out on.” ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

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The scrape of the bar stool on the hard tile was loud, and she had stepped out. The blazer she had on was pulled tighter as she left the bar. Making it to the massive empty lobby before almost running into Torres. He had smiled and tipped his hat at her, a small wave and smile back gave her chills as she did so. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

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She watched as he went to the elevator, pressed his floor and the elevator closed. Years and years of observing had shown her that he had pressed the very top floor, giving her and Ted exactly what they needed. ⠀⠀⠀

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It wasn’t long before the Cat had found his way into the lobby, he had probably taken the time to finish off his drink before coming to find her. “Mary?” He had asked, making her look up from the journal entry she was currently writing for the JSA Archives, part of her job as Secretary. “Henry. After running our expenses, we could stop in New York on the way home. Pizza from Gio’s like we used to get in high school.” Ted’s expression was nothing short of confused as he sat next to her, reading over her shoulder but not making out any words as it was in Themysciran. ⠀⠀⠀

“Yeah, that would be nice.” He said, his hand found her thigh. It always did when he sat next to her. She figured it was something he did with every girl who even let him get that close, but Ted would never tell her it wasn’t. ⠀⠀

“The bartender was telling me about the event tonight, all guests invited. He might be there.” He had whispered in her ear, to a passing civilian they would look like two love birds attempting to talk in public, but his lingering and hot breath on her ear didn’t help the image. ⠀⠀⠀

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Slowly, her head had moved to face his. They never really looked at each other, and when they did it was normally when they were screaming obscenities at each other halfway across the room during a meeting. “He didn’t break my heart. I want you to apologize.”. She whispered back, “and maybe I’ll go to the event with you.”

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His eyebrow rose, a common thing for him, a cute thing for him when he was confused. “What did he do?” Just like that, that factor was gone, and she had pushed him away. His hand falling from her thigh and her rising off the small sofa placed in dim light far away from the reception desk. “Gonna run away again? Run away and start a new island?” He was standing now, she hadn’t even made three steps towards the elevator. “Why do you do that?” ⠀⠀⠀

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“Why can’t you just apologize, why must you be so invested in someone’s personal history.”⠀⠀⠀

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“Most personal histories don’t turn broads into bitches, I’ve done nothing to you. You haven’t liked me from day one!”⠀⠀⠀

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“I didn’t like you because your first instinct was to flirt with me. You think of no one else, you are nothing but an arrogant selfish palooka with issues.” They were face to face now, she had made her way closer to him with every insult. “If you thought with your head on your shoulders and not the one between your legs, Ted, maybe I would like you. I wont even go into how much you look like him-“ ⠀⠀⠀

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He had cut her off, with his hands in his pockets he had stuttered. “You- wait, who? What?” A lot was happening, they hadn’t spoken this much of their feud except in a meeting between them and Alan when debriefing. Being asked personal questions about their hatred wasn’t fun, and neither was this for the boxer. ⠀⠀⠀

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“I leave ‘em satisfied, don’t I? Scared you’re missing out, Mary?” He smiled, his grin almost reaching ear to ear. Hippolyta’s face was hot from anger, and she grabbed his suit jacket with both hands. “I hate you, you do nothing but bring up bad things for me. Every question, every smirk, every damn joke.” She was practically snapping at him, mere inches away from his face. ⠀⠀⠀

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The position they were in gave no way for either to look away. Facing each other head on, and locking their blue eyes together. “I want nothing to do with you.” Ted’s hands had found her waist and then her lower back. The drinks had set in for him, and his boldness was showing again. Pulling her closer to him until her arms were pinned by her body against his, to the point she could feel his breath on her lips. They stood there, him essentially holding her. A couples quarrel is what this would be chocked up to from the people entering and leaving the bar. ⠀⠀⠀ Neither had noticed how long they had been there, nothing happening just watching each other for someone’s next move. Hippolyta took it, leaning back from his grasp before pulling him into an actual kiss. Freeing her arms to almost dance her hands up his face, holding him as they caved. He was the one to break their kiss, and silently they made their way to the elevator. The soft music played as the doors reopened. ⠀⠀⠀

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“He lives here, she pointed towards the upper floor. Event tonight, we get up early and follow him out.” She briefed him, not making eye contact as her floor was the first to open. Stepping out and finding her room without looking back was hard, coming upon 207 and unlocking it as soon as she heard the elevator doors beep close once again. ⠀⠀⠀

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She stepped in, closed the door behind her and immediately fell upon the Queen sized bed. Her hand finding her face as she slowly dragged her fingers across it, rubbing at her temple once she crossed it.

“What did you do?” She asked out loud, to no one really. No Gods meddled, no random entities, no love spells and certainly not enough alcohol made her make that choice. ⠀⠀⠀

Shedding her clothes, she disappeared into the small but neat bathroom. Almost identical to hers at home with Diana Prince, making her feel almost comfortable. Hot showers always helped but not today. Almost as if she had a film of dirt on her outer skin she couldn’t wash away, maybe it was guilt or something more. ⠀⠀⠀

Sitting on a hotel shower’s floor might’ve not been Hippolyta’s greatest moment, but it felt as if her world had sunk. A million questions danced through her head as she felt the water pool beneath her. A loud knock could be heard, she didn’t know how with the water running but it was almost crystal clear. With the shower turned off, she had yelled, “who is it?”⠀⠀⠀

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She had turned the shower back on when she heard the door latch. Knowing they had more than enough time to shower, she wasn’t surprised the Cat had opted out of one. ⠀⠀⠀

With the shower curtain, she was positive he couldn’t see anything if he decided to take a peek. She hadn’t even shut the door when she came in, but that was before she had thought a cat would come to the door. ⠀⠀⠀

Hippolyta was no stranger to the feeling she held between her legs, the sudden intrusion was only adding to the thoughts that were in the back of her mind already when she had jumped in this shower. ⠀⠀⠀

When he had knocked on the open door, her hand had found it’s way down. Now standing in the shower, if he HAD seen anything, it would look to someone as if she was just cleaning herself. Thankfully when she opened the curtain a bit, he had just held out a towel into the bathroom. His head not to be seen, just a very ironed tux sleeve and a white cotton towel. She had forgotten he had taken the towels they had given them at the desk, and her face was red. Thankfully unknown to him, she had said thank you and grabbed it from him before turning off the water. She realized she didn’t even actually get to showering before he had intruded and left her dazed, but nonetheless it was a much needed shower. ⠀⠀⠀

When she stepped out, she immediately shut the door. Even wrapped in a towel, seeing him in her state wasn’t going to do any good in a small hotel towel. She dried herself, placing the towel around her body and stepped out. She found the cat sitting on the end of her bed, twirling his thumbs as he looked at the closet door, opposite of her direction. “I uh- I’ll go, just wanted to make sure you got a towel.” He had stuttered out, his boldness gone. “If you stare at that corner, we can just leave together.” She prompted, moving past him to get her bag from the chair next to the bed. “It’ll take ten seconds.” She smiled as he turned to look at her, and then pointed at the corner of the room where the front door was. He smirked and stared, placing his chin in his hand as he waited. ⠀⠀⠀

Hippolyta’s silk black dress was probably scandalous for the 40’s, but on Ted’s arm they looked like a real couple, just with a man who liked to show off his prize. They still didn’t say much except for small smiles and light hearted comments as they walked through the lobby, only an hour ago they were here, in each other’s arms as lovers not enemies, but neither commented on it as they strolled into the banquet room that held the event. A lot of eyes were on them, but Ted just had grabbed her hand and spun her around as they entered the dance floor. His hand finding her waist once again, this time in the standard waltz style. “I don’t know how to dance.” She had said, looking up at him. ⠀⠀⠀

“Don’t dance much on that island of yers?” His smiled returned as she squeezed the hand that lead, their feet attempting to find a rhythm. “Not any American traditional dances, I suppose we are usually nude for our traditional dances but I do prefer this one to the typical.” Her head found his shoulder, following what other women were doing to their husbands. They swayed for a few, laughing and talking about how some of their coworkers would react to the sight. ⠀⠀⠀

When the song ended, Hippolyta had looked up. Her smile had finally returned, one she only showed around when Jay or Alan would make a witty remark or when Ma made her favorite for dinner. Ted had smiled back before they both looked up to find every couple on the dance floor staring at them. Hippolyta quickly let go of Ted’s hand and went to adjust his tie, which was slipping off his neck from such a bad knot. “They’re staring.” She whispered, fumbling with his tie once more. He had grabbed her hands and pulled them down, leaning into her ear to whisper.

“They’re not staring because you were bad, doll face. They’re staring because some guy from Brooklyn is dancing with a real life angel in his arms.” He squeezed both her hands, before leaning fully back and dropping her hands.

The event had ended an hour later, but they had several glimpses of the Doctor himself. Listening in as they danced, but neither telling the other they weren’t quite listening at all, instead enjoying the moment the two were sharing.

It was the elevator ride back up. It was a short one, but when the two entered as friends-

“Now you can say you’ve danced with Ted Grant.” He smiled at her, his hand around her waist as the other held the railing.

“I’ll be sure to put it on list of achievements right between taming a pegasus and becoming Queen of Women.” His eyebrows ironically cocked at her cockiness, his grip tightening as the doors to the elevator opened. “I thought I had an ego!”

She didn’t realize they were both out of the elevator on her floor until the elevator doors closed, and she stood in front of her hotel room with this man on her hips. Attempting to play the whole situation off as a good mission, she turned around and put her back on the wooden door. “Well, Mr. Troy… I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy your company tonight, but I believe it’s time for a goodnight.”

His eyes had roamed her, the black dress she wore with two small straps holding the garment on her olive skinned shoulders, and her curves very prominent to the boxer. “Well, Mrs. Troy… normal couples say goodnight a different way.” Suddenly, his hand was placed on the door, and his other on the small of her back. The Cat’s hand always did find its way somewhere it shouldn’t.

In a second, they were there. In that hotel hallway, with its pristine interior, great service and overall pleasant hotel experiences…

His lips were locked on hers, almost rough in his kisses. No thoughts, head empty, his leg had managed to work its way between her thighs, her hands in his suit as she clawed at his chest.

Deep down, this is what Hippolyta had needed. Every insult, every argument they had ever had had came down to this single moment, and maybe the one before or even when she was getting dressed. Her hips weren’t helping as she couldn’t control them, a single thought ran through her mind as she almost- She was just so close. “Theodore..” She whispered, panting against his ear as her hand found the back of his neck, pulling him closer once again. She knew deep down she wanted this, she needed this, her entire body is begging for him. She rolls her hips against his leg, and again, and again- once their lips met again, she was almost-

He had broken their kiss, for the second time that night. “Why?” Her only word she was able to breathe out before he had gave her a two finger salute, before leaving her practically panting against her hotel door. She had straightened herself, all while wondering if anyone had seen them or heard them as she was- to be blunt, humping his leg in a hotel hallway, and by how she felt- loving every second of it.

She had inserted her key and fell into the room, completely and utterly exhausted after the turn of events. Her face hit her pillow before she could speak a word of prayer and she was asleep.

She had awoken an hour later, probably from the uncomfortable dress or the even more uncomfortable mess between her thighs. Attempting to console herself, she placed her face in her hands. Breathing a sigh of disbelief as she swung her legs from the bed and realizing how badly she had messed up. Shrugging out of the tight black dress and everything else, she had given up. Returning all the items to her bag before finding her journal. It was only about 1 am, giving her time to figure out her plan for tomorrow.

Not even ten minutes into her work, she had gripped her pen so hard her knuckles were turning white. Many many thoughts of disbelief and doubt, along with a few moments of guilt that was soon replaced by “Why shouldn’t I?” She began talking out loud at this point, angry with herself but also with others. “I am a grown woman.” She said, “a woman.” She repeated, grabbing at the sheet that was the only thing covering her if someone were to walk in at this exact moment and climbed out of the big bed for one.

She didn’t know what she was doing or if she was really moving in that moment. Something had drawn her to his door, she was currently outside of his room in nothing but a hotel robe. She could’ve turned around at the elevator but she didn’t, she had continued.

Two knocks was all it took, not very loud ones either. The Cat had opened his door in nothing but a pair of his boxing shorts, complete with his logo. “I-“ She didn’t even get to start before he had stepped away from the door, pulling it open for her to come in.

Without hesitation, she stepped in. The white fluffy robe bit at her ankles, practically telling her to stop. She had mirrored his image perfectly; sitting on the end of his messy bed, but this time- it was different.

He had sat next to her, messing with the comforter on the bed a few times to get it situated behind him as he spoke, “are you wearing any-?” He simply asked, that eyebrow cocked high above the other. “Are you?” She pulled at the loose boxing shorts. A small laugh was exchanged between the two before he had asked, “Why are you awake?” He asked his second question, this time with more of a smile. “Nightmares?”

“It’s different.” She had blurted out.

“Different?” His hand found her thigh again, this time not shielded by clothes or even the robe as it had rode up at the ends. “Different from him, I did get my heart broken but it wasn’t that reason..”

Her head found his shoulder, a new comfort for her but it did make this conversation a little easier. “It’s 2 am, I’m sitting in a hotel with a man I’ve hated for six months… and for the last six hours I’ve been dreaming of things with you, and I just can’t do this whole thing.”

“What kinda things?” There he was, the reason for this whole mess. His cockiness, the boldness in his choice of words, and the way his smile made her heart jump. No. No, no. She did not want this. Her mind was just playing dirty tricks with her, she did not want to be in this hotel room and she couldn’t get her sex drive under control all of a sudden. He had reminded her so much of /him./ She could’ve puked. “Lots of things, killing you is one of them.”

The joke lightened the mood, her arms wrapping themselves around his arm that held the hand that slipped between her inner thighs. He was so close to her when he leaned in, his coarse whisper didn’t help. “I don’t know what he did, you don’t ever have to tell me. That’s your history, I’ll shut my trap aboutit, I stopped earlier because I want to make sure you want this. This could be some joke one night stand, or this could be somethin’ else.”

They were close, very close to each other now. His hand was stroking her inner right thigh, and he continued to speak against her head that laid on his shoulder.

“We are not going to do anything you are not comfortable with.” That was it, that level of consent given by Ted Grant was something she didn’t think she’d see or didn’t know if she wanted to see. “Wildcat..” She was looking at him now, untwined herself from him and his hand found her spot before she could get a word in.

“I’ll stop.” He said as his fingers attempted to coax her button out, her breathing became hard to focus on as she stared into those blue eyes for the third time that night, except this time she had several nerve ending chills running down her spine. “Don’t.” She grabbed his hand between her thighs, and pulled it away.

“This is a bad position, if you’re going to pleasure a woman there are several better angles to do that from.” She scoffed at him one last time in joking fun as she stood from the bed.

The robe had dropped as soon as she stood from the bed, giving Ted a full view of what he wanted. “Ted.”

She stood before him, his mouth opened at the thought and the picture in front of him. His hands finding her hips as he stroked up and down her body as she stood at the end of the bed in front of him.

“I want this.”

That was enough, he was up from the bed in mere milliseconds, their lips locked once again as they embraced. His rough calloused hands pulled at the back of her thighs, pulling her up as she wrapped her long legs around his waist, digging into the curve of his back with her heels.

This wasn’t going to be a typical thing, she had told herself. It was nothing more than a fun ‘one night stand’ as he called it, nothing more.

Soon, he was over her as she laid on the bed. Nibbling his way down her body and leaving small marks underneath the curvature of her breasts and peppered those kisses up and down until the hand that wasn’t supporting him over her found it’s way to her already hard nipple. His tongue signing his name into the other as he kneaded and played with her. Years of solstices and other traditional feasts showed Hippolyta the best of the best when it came down to the art of foreplay, but Ted Grant didn’t really need a grand entrance.

The hotel room was still and quiet as he stared down at her, nudity amongst amazons was never an issue- but with him? Hippolyta was insecure, and felt he was belittling every curve and scar that littered her body. “Please continue.” She had whispered out, one hand; that previously held a tight grip on his bed sheets, went straight for his jawline. Circling his lips that were once on hers and /her/ mere seconds ago. His mouth parted slightly as his eyes wandered over her.

Both of his hands found underneath her, pulling her by her thighs closer to make their centers touch. Small laughs were shared as his loose boxing shorts did little to hide the hardening member between his legs. “Isn’t this why you’re here?” He had asked, grinding against her as he did. Those same shivers rolling down her spinal chord once again. “I can’t do this with you… You’re my coworker, I barely know you…” She had whimpered against his cheek as his lips found her neck. Kissing along her jaw to her earlobe he spoke calmly and in a dominating tone, “Let me touch you.”

She could hear and /feel/ her heartbeat as his hand ran it’s way back towards her outer thigh. “Hippolyta, can I touch you?” He asked again, his third question for the night. A slight nod and a hip thrust in agreement was all he was given, but soon he found her spot again. This time his middle finger circling her as the others explored her folds. She could feel his erection hard on the back of her leg, and his grin from ear to ear in the crook of her neck. He brushes against her clit twice more before dropping his finger to her wet center.

The embarrassment was adding to the heat that was invading her as his smile fell, a small nibble to her earlobe was felt. “You’ve been like this all night? Poor thing..” Suddenly, she felt his finger slide in her. It took all her strength to not grip at him and rock her hips, all of her strength to not moan for more. “Ted..” A small short moan was heard, her voice choking in the back of her throat- unable to form a sentence.

“I- I need this… I need you- to-“ She wasn’t paying attention to her words as he twisted and fucked his finger into her. “Sh…” He had cooed into her ear, his thumb finding her clit as he continued his task. “We’re going to do whatever makes you the happiest…” His speech felt alien like to her ears as she couldn’t focus.

“You just- Youre so…” She was half moaning and half groaning out words as he slid in another finger, almost stretching her from the size of his hand compared to an average Amazon. “I can’t stop thinking about you fucking me, I can’t stop-“

“It’s okay.” He had spoke softly, withdrawing his hand completely. A soft but annoyed gasp escaped her lips. She knew she looked pathetic as he moved to stare at her once again. He was sitting back on his knees once again, and watching over her body. She was a quivering mess as he admired his prize.

“Please don’t ask me again.” Her small voice broke their silence in the quiet hotel room that was once filled with her moans.

“Do you trust me?” He had asked as he stroked his hands up and down her stomach once again. “Not at all…” She had whimpered, annoyed with his edging and his ego for the final time tonight.

As strange as it sounded to her, she thought this had been incredibly easy. Mere hours alone with the man and she was sprawled out on her back for him, completely nude as he raked his nails down the sides of her breasts. “Well, where do I fill out a form to dine on the Queen?”

The eye roll that followed made his grin return, right before it fell to continue his crusade along her body. As he moved down, he moved his body to the edge of the bed. His knees touching the floor as he pulled her to his tongue from her thighs once again. From the manhandling, his kisses that littered her thighs with hickeys and the overall ache from being toyed with by this man left Hippolyta a mess. He had moved in with no restrictions, his mouth over her as if he was built to eat her, his tongue flicking over her clit several times before coming to rest as he began to suck on her. His moan vibrated within her, and her head had bucked back against the bed, “do that again..” She had moaned, rather loud in a groveled attempt. The first moan he made came from simply how much he enjoyed eating her, the second was purely for her pleasure. A slow and verbal hum was made against her as his tongue flicked her clit and fucked her.

Her hand was tangled in his sheets, his smell lingering on the blanket that was beneath her. “Please touch yourself…” She stared down at him, their eyes meeting once again.

He had complied, giving her what she wanted- or more in fact, what she needed. Soon his shorts were around his thighs and his hard cock in his hand. As his tongue continued its assault, and the thought of him pleasuring himself to her flashed through her mind, “Ted… oh my Gods- please- I-“

Everything happens at once, a flood of relief washes over her body as his tongue continued to lap at her. Countless nights on Themyscira had never amounted to this kind of orgasm. His mouth was so much better than her own fingers and if she had known-

She had came in his mouth, his moan found it’s way out again, that slow groan that he held as he cleaned her. The noise of devotion for her and her pleasure.

She didn’t mean to stare, but as he rose from the end of the bed- she saw him in his glory. They had taken multiple showers together at the Brownstone, but they were never like this. Never in the afterglow of an orgasm had she seen Ted Grant.

As her heart came to a normal pace, he had moved his way to the top of the bed with her. The two finding their way into the sheets that were half on the bed and half off. He had one arm wrapped around her as she returned his jawline kisses. “You’re… different.” She said again, returning his love bites lower on his shoulder.

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