Fic: The Princess And The Pilot I: Terms Of Endearment (1/1)
Title: The Princess And The Pilot I: Terms Of Endearment (1/1)
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters: Steve/Diana
Categories: Humor, Romance
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Steve has a question to ask of his Amazon.
Date Of Completion: September 3, 2007
Date Of Posting: September 3, 2007
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 400
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: For all the readers of my Steve/Diana fic, and especially to those kind enough to comment! :)
I thought it would be cool to collect stories of Diana and Steve's early relationship under the title "The Princess And the Pilot". :) The entires series can be found here.
“Angel?”
“Hmm?”
“What would you like me to call you?”
“ ‘Angel’ suits me just fine, my love.”
“No, I mean when I’m being interviewed about you. I thought ‘girlfriend’ would be all right, and I can be your boyfriend. I mean, it seems to work all right for Superman and Lois Lane. Though to be honest, I think he’s knockin’ boots with Batman.”
“Steve!”
(winks) “Sorry, Angel.” (sound of pencil tapping on wood) “I know you wouldn’t like it if I said you were ‘my woman’ though I don’t mind being ‘your man’, but I’m sure the Queen wouldn’t like the first term at all. Bad enough I’m not allowed to step foot on your home turf, but using terms like that wouldn’t get me in good with your mother, that’s for sure. And I wasn’t sure about ‘my lady’. Nice and regal for a Princess, but sometimes it slides close to ‘my old lady’. Doesn’t seem right, even if you are 2,000 years old.”
“Watch it, flyboy, you’re getting rather sassy tonight.”
“Thank you, dear.” (sighs) “Should I call you my Raven-Tressed Beauty?”
“Go ahead, Blondie.”
(chuckles) “Hmm, maybe I should call you Keeper of my Heart, my Princess.” (sighs again) “Though maybe you’d prefer not to say too much about each other to the press. I mean, maybe it’s not exactly the best thing for an Amazon to speak about affection for a man.”
“Steve?”
“Yes?”
“Are you volunteering to be my kept man?”
“As you’re the keeper, I could live with that.”
“Mmm.” (nuzzled kisses) “My golden lasso is right here. I could wrap you up in gold that matches your hair and have my way with you.”
(more nuzzling) “Again, I could live with that.”
“No doubt!” (giggles) “But, Steve, I’m not ashamed of you. I know my mother would greatly prefer I choose an Amazon as a mate, or even a woman here in Man’s World such as Black Canary or Lois or Selina, but my heart is yours.” (gentle kiss) “Do you know what you can call me, as I would call you?”
(breathless) “What?”
“Beloved.”
(happy sigh) “I can definitely live with that.”
“Excellent, my Golden Warrior. Now, what say I bring you to your bed and you wear nothing but my lasso to match that sunbright hair?”
(delighted laughter) “Beloved, I’m all yours.”
“Without a doubt, my love, without a doubt.”
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters: Steve/Diana
Categories: Humor, Romance
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Steve has a question to ask of his Amazon.
Date Of Completion: September 3, 2007
Date Of Posting: September 3, 2007
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 400
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: For all the readers of my Steve/Diana fic, and especially to those kind enough to comment! :)
I thought it would be cool to collect stories of Diana and Steve's early relationship under the title "The Princess And the Pilot". :) The entires series can be found here.
“Angel?”
“Hmm?”
“What would you like me to call you?”
“ ‘Angel’ suits me just fine, my love.”
“No, I mean when I’m being interviewed about you. I thought ‘girlfriend’ would be all right, and I can be your boyfriend. I mean, it seems to work all right for Superman and Lois Lane. Though to be honest, I think he’s knockin’ boots with Batman.”
“Steve!”
(winks) “Sorry, Angel.” (sound of pencil tapping on wood) “I know you wouldn’t like it if I said you were ‘my woman’ though I don’t mind being ‘your man’, but I’m sure the Queen wouldn’t like the first term at all. Bad enough I’m not allowed to step foot on your home turf, but using terms like that wouldn’t get me in good with your mother, that’s for sure. And I wasn’t sure about ‘my lady’. Nice and regal for a Princess, but sometimes it slides close to ‘my old lady’. Doesn’t seem right, even if you are 2,000 years old.”
“Watch it, flyboy, you’re getting rather sassy tonight.”
“Thank you, dear.” (sighs) “Should I call you my Raven-Tressed Beauty?”
“Go ahead, Blondie.”
(chuckles) “Hmm, maybe I should call you Keeper of my Heart, my Princess.” (sighs again) “Though maybe you’d prefer not to say too much about each other to the press. I mean, maybe it’s not exactly the best thing for an Amazon to speak about affection for a man.”
“Steve?”
“Yes?”
“Are you volunteering to be my kept man?”
“As you’re the keeper, I could live with that.”
“Mmm.” (nuzzled kisses) “My golden lasso is right here. I could wrap you up in gold that matches your hair and have my way with you.”
(more nuzzling) “Again, I could live with that.”
“No doubt!” (giggles) “But, Steve, I’m not ashamed of you. I know my mother would greatly prefer I choose an Amazon as a mate, or even a woman here in Man’s World such as Black Canary or Lois or Selina, but my heart is yours.” (gentle kiss) “Do you know what you can call me, as I would call you?”
(breathless) “What?”
“Beloved.”
(happy sigh) “I can definitely live with that.”
“Excellent, my Golden Warrior. Now, what say I bring you to your bed and you wear nothing but my lasso to match that sunbright hair?”
(delighted laughter) “Beloved, I’m all yours.”
“Without a doubt, my love, without a doubt.”