TRUTH / DEVOTION

She laughs, the sound muffled against Diana’s skin. She’s half tempted to pause and comment that Diana really doesn’t have to flatter her that much, but she’s distracted by the way Diana’s fingers brush through her hair and over her skin. She moans softly, nuzzling against her skin before she switches her attention to her other breast, and mumbles, ‘I want to make you feel good’.

Every moment with Diana since they became friends has been one of happiness, of pleasure in it’s many forms, and she wants nothing more than to make Diana feel even a small measure of her gratitude. Of the love she feels brimming over in her heart. Her free hand slides tentatively up a smooth, strong thigh, uncertain whether she should press on, but desperately wanting to. 

oh     !          do  you  not  know          –––––––––––––––          how  grateful  diana  is  to  have  lillian  in  her  life     ?          already  feels  wonderful     ,          cannot  imagine  there  is  any  possible  plane  of  pleasure     ,          and  yet     ,          here  she  is.     arching  under  lillian’s  touch     /     her  thighs  spreading  open  in  anticipation     /     a  silent  request  and  acceptance.

( you recline on this couch, splayed across it, lazytired. your eyes open and close heavily. and then you pick up your phone and read, drifting in and out of consciousness. )

[ sms: ntiana ] you didnt make me do anything. it was only a thought

[ sms: ntiana ] i just know what that’s like

[ sms: ntiana ] when no one can ever see you right

[     mr. stark     ]          i suppose you do.

[     mr. stark     ]          but it is comforting, to know you are not alone in such feelings.  isn’t it?

She smiles, leaning down with Diana to kiss her softly. She fits their fingers together, squeezing gently as she takes her time to pepper kisses along her throat. She likes to take her time with Diana, unless the woman urges her to grant her swift release, but this isn’t one of those times. They’ve been in bed for hours, and she doesn’t think they’ll be leaving it soon. 

She reaches down with her free hand to take herself in hand, shifting closer on her knees so that she can run the tip of the toy along Diana’s folds, so wet that she can hear it. She groans softly, leaning down to press their foreheads together, and whispers, ‘I’ve got you’. Her hips tilt forwards as she slowly eases the toy inside her, watching Diana’s face as she does, not wanting to miss a moment. 

nerves  spark  alight  with  each  touch.     entirely  too  sensitive  and  loving  every  moment  of  it.     a  soft  sigh  escaping  her  parted  lips  as  the  toy  enters  her     /     again  comes  the  feeling  of  being  full     ,     bottom  lip  caught  between  two  rows  of  white  teeth     /     hips  rocking  into  the  manufactured  manhood     /     seeking  out  alura’s  hand  to  hold.

She swallows tightly, struggling to catch her breath as she stares up at her. She manages to slow her breathing, closing her eyes in pleasure as Diana’s lips dance over her skin. ‘Something new?’ she mumbles, her brow crinkling a little, and perhaps if she wasn’t so overwhelmed she might be able to guess what’s coming. As it is, there’s very little room to think when Diana brings her this much pleasure.

Her eyes widen when she catches sight of it, and her breath hitches. She bites her lip, and splays her hand against Diana’s abdomen, feeling herself clench in anticipation. ‘Oh… yes’. She shudders at the thought of it, and licks her lips. ‘I… I’d like to try it, please’.

straps  tight  around  her  hips     /     a  lone  finger  trails  over  its  length.     before  she  is  gripping  lillian’s  thighs     /     bending  down  to  press  a  trail  of  kisses  along  her  breasts  and  abdomen  before  she  once  again  reaches  her  goal     /     hands  and  the  teasing  feel  of  the  toy  replaces  her  lips  at  the  apex  of  lillian’s  thighs.     already  wet  and  wanting.     all  had  been  foreplay  leading  up  to  this  moment.     a  different  kind  of  intimacy     /     has  been  inside  her  before  but  never  like  this.

Warmth dances along her skin, unfurling from the caress of Diana’s fingers, and she has to rest her head against the woman’s shoulder to take a moment. She groans at the back of her throat, and murmurs, ‘that feels nice’.

She nods at the request, her mouth feeling almost dry, and tilts her head, dragging her lips along her collarbone, her hand sliding up her torso to cup her breast. Her fingers knead soft flesh, her thumb dragging lightly over pebbled nipple. Her hair fans out around her as she begins pressing kisses to her other breast, lips and tongue dancing over soft, smooth skin. She hums softly, enjoying the taste of her skin, and the soft noises she can hear Diana making at the back of her throat. She swirls her tongue around her nipple, and mumbles, ‘like this?’

there  is  a  part  of  her  that  takes  pride  in  how  she  makes  lillian  feel     /     how  skilled  the  amazon  is.     but  overshadowed  by  how  lillian  is  making  diana  feel.     every  part  of  her  restrained     /     this  is  the  luthor’s  time  to  learn     /     time  to  explore     /     and  diana  loves  watching  and  feeling  the  way  her  hands  and  eyes  move  over  her  body.     at  least  manages  a  nod  when  lillian  asks  her  a  question.     surprisingly  sensitive  for  a  woman  who  can  take  punches  from  a  god.

     “   I   DUNNO   ANYMORE ,   WONDY .   sure  thing ,   apocalypses   ‘n   explosions   are   my   jig ,  but   i   feel  this   is   gettin’  too   serious   too   quickly .   ‘m   really   considering  callin’   it   quits ,   like ,   right   now .   ”

@truthpiety·.

the  world  in  chaos     /     no  more  time  for  fun  and  games.     the  amazon  was  built  for  this     /     a  warrior     !          that  was  able  to  fight  against  the  evils  of  the  world  and  come  out  on  top.     it  is  not  a  life  everyone  can  live.          ❛     there  is  no  shame  in  that.     sometimes  the  best  strategy  is  to  retreat.     besides     ,          this  is  not  your  fight.     ❜

❛ hey, there gorgeous. ❜ carol materializes from the air, thin like dust. there’s a smile on her lips that’s so lopsided, it threatens to fall off any moment. the truth is that it’s weighed down by all the sick fuckery she’s been exposed to over the last few months. it changes you. no matter how many wars you fight in. no matter how many people you see die. you’re not just magically immune to it all. but god, seeing diana again is better than any cheesy line about coming home. so, carol tries on a smile for her. she hopes it reaches her eyes. 

@truthpiety​  / starter call. 

understands  the  heavy  weight  shoulders  can  carry     /     and  they  each  hold  that  weight  differently.     yet     ,          both  quiet  in  their  suffering.     neither  of  them  can  let  it  weigh  on  them     /     they  have  worlds  to  protect     !          people  to  save     !          that  is  what  makes  it  worth  it  in  the  end          –––––––––––––––          the  people  they  save.     otherwise  the  bad  might  just  overwhelm  them  completely.

She reaches out to stroke her fingers through Diana’s hair, hoping to offer comfort. ‘It’s alright. I’m glad you came back when you did. You certainly seemed like you needed the rest’. 

She leans down to press her lips against Diana’s forehead, and then shifts a little so that she can gather the woman into her arms. She holds her close, her face pressed against her hair, and murmurs, ‘do you want to talk about whatever happened? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this tired before’. 

quiet hum drawn out through her throat     /     tongue thick in her mouth as she tries to find the right words.     nuzzles against the curve of lillian’s neck     ;     each word she speaks is a breath against the other woman’s shoulder.     spoken so quietly     /     like it is just the two of them in the whole world.     

She muffles a wail against Diana’s shoulder, shuddering beneath her, the intensity of her pleasure almost too much. She’s whimpering against her lips, soft, high sounds that she can’t quite manage to stop, that she’s not sure she’d even want to, if she could. She makes a sound of protest when Diana withdraws her fingers, a whine leaving her throat before her eyes widen. Heat rises in her cheeks as she watches Diana suck on her own fingers, and her head tips back with a moan. 

Her legs part wider, and she lifts one to wrap it around Diana’s hip, tilting her own up almost desperately in search of her touch. ‘Yes’, she whines, clutching and tugging at her, her eyes almost feverish with desire, ‘I… I think so’. She leans up to pepper open mouthed kisses along her neck, and gasps, ‘please’. 

❛     i know     ,          my love.     patience.     ❜          takes a moment to pause     /     to soften the intensity just a fraction.     for she wants to see how far she can push lillian     /     as gently as possible.     pushing lillian back down on the bed     /     calloused fingers trace slowly over visible scars and lines    ;     her lips then following the same passage.     each kiss slow and drawn out.          ❛     i want to try something with you if you would like.     ❜          have touched on it previously at times     /     but never brought up in the heat of the moment.     though should lillian question what the amazon is talking about     ;     she is reaching for something left prepared in anticipation at the corner of the bed.

            mild flinch,help ! a beautiful woman has taken a blade to the mountain that holds mine pride. ( – swallow, sigh, smile. admiration echos. “ i hadn’t considered it ,  i was merely fallen by distraction. “   getting down, grace & metal scrape – leather never did do well in such weather. shadow follows at heels, light cannot catch this cat  /  not without intention. outlined, otherworldly on the ground. “ you shouldn’t be out alone, people are raving about a creature roaming this part of the city —     a VAMPIRE, of all things.       can you imagine ? “