Melting the Ice - 1

AN: A new project, set to be on the shorter side. But it'll be a fun few chapters!

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“We joke about how nothing surprises us anymore. And then something like this happens.”

Diana didn’t jump - Amazonian discipline had been drilled into her centuries ago. Even so, she’d been too deep in thought to see Zatanna coming.

The heroic witch stood beside her now, eyeing the same television screen Diana had been staring at for some time. The same screen that showed an assortment of doctors and nurses all attending to the same patient.

Captain Steve Rogers.

The man who came back from the dead.

“Captain America in the flesh.” Zatanna’s voice broke through Diana’s thoughts again. The witch was shaking her head. “I still can’t believe it. Even after all the other stuff we’ve dealt with. Aliens, monsters, mutants, demons… clones. Are they sure he isn’t a clone?”

“They’re sure.” Diana replied perhaps a bit too quickly. She kept her eyes forward, unwilling to take them off the live feed. “It’s quite telling actually. We expect danger, tragedy… but when a hero actually beats the odds and comes back to us, we almost don’t want to believe it.”

Zatanna gave a hum in agreement, but said nothing else. Diana took the lull in conversation as a chance to sink back into her own thoughts. Her full focus returned to the mansion’s newest patient. The Man out of Time.

He was half naked, stripped to the waist, his broad chest peppered with cardiac monitors. Diana knew in her gut that they were all entirely unnecessary. If Steve was even half as healthy as when he… when he disappeared… he’d still be hardier and healthier than any of the doctors treating him.

Diana didn’t want to take her eyes off him, as if he’d disappear the moment she looked away. Rather than admire his physique in his state of undress, however, the Amazon found herself studying his face. She drank it all in like it was for the first time, his hair, his eyes, those lips, the faint dimple on his chin, that small birthmark right above his left brow.

Hera, he looks exactly the same. Like he was never even gone.

“I can’t imagine what it’s like for him.” Zatanna let out a sigh. “If he’s been frozen this whole time… God. That’s years, decades, all gone by in a flash. He’s woken up into a whole new world.”

Diana’s breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t even considered that. The Amazon stared at the screen, this time really reading Steve’s face. He was calm, certainly, no doubt thanks to his military discipline. But under that veneer of steely composure was a man unsettled. She could see it in his eyes just how dazed he really was.

Suddenly it felt like a fist was gripping her heart. The last time they saw each other… the last time they spoke… Steve had been planning a special evening. He wanted to take her dancing.

For Diana, it had been years of hurt. The world lost a hero. She mourned a lover. But that was seventy years ago. For Steve, though… it may as well have been yesterday.

All of that emotion must have been written clearly on Diana’s face because the next moment she felt Zatanna’s hand on her arm. A gentle, empathetic touch. The witch looked apologetic.

“I’m sorry.” Zatanna offered with a wince. “I forgot who I was talking to.”

The adventures and battles of Captain America and the Wonder Woman had been well-recorded. Movies, comic books, pulp novels… and some rather unsavory magazines. All meant to boost morale back home, she and Steve were told. But even with all that, people still forgot just how old Diana really was. Diana had long since learned to accept it.

“You don’t need to apologize.” Diana told her fellow heroine. “I dealt with that pain a long time ago.”

“I’ve only really read about him. Watched old film reels, you know? But you were really there, fighting the good fight right beside him.” Zatanna was almost starry eyed. Diana couldn’t quite tell if it was for her or for Steve. “What was he like?”

Ah. Of course.

Despite herself, Diana had to crack a grin. Warmer memories came pouring back.

“He was… He is earnest. Sincere. He wears his heart on his sleeve, as they say. He’s brave. Stubborn, too. Nobody could stop him from doing the right thing.” Her smile turned wistful. “And he’s charming… when he really wants to be. And even when he doesn’t know it.”

Diana trailed off, letting herself get lost in years gone by. It was only for a tiny moment. She shook herself back to the present. Glancing aside, she noted Zatanna’s knowing look. The witch was smirking. It was as if she could see right through Diana. The Amazon did her best to ignore it.

Alas, Zatanna had caught the scent of something far more tantalizing than a man coming back from the dead. Diana never understood the enthusiasm those in Man’s World had for gossip.

“You should go talk to him.” The witch insisted, bumping Diana with her elbow.

Diana almost scoffed. The very idea was… it was absurd. Just go in and talk to him? After seventy years? After loving him and thinking he was dead?

“What could I even say? Welcome back?” Diana let out an exasperated huff. She turned away from the row of terminal screens and began to pace, trying to ignore the looks she was getting - from Zatanna and the few other heroes present. Hawkeye, Ant-Man, The Flash… she felt their eyes on her.

Only the witch dared to approach.

“Aren’t you happy to see him alive?” Zatanna asked quietly.

“Yes!” Diana blurted out, her dark hair flipping as she whirled around. “I’m… I’m overjoyed!”

It was good to admit. Even with her heart racing, Diana’s body felt lighter. Excitement fluttered in her belly now rather than jolting through her nerves.

Zatanna crossed her arms, her brow pinching in thought.

“Then why don’t you tell him that?” She pressed.

Diana frowned. On her tongue was a bitter taste.

“It’s not that simple.” She finally answered. “It’s like you said. For him, it was yesterday. But for me…”

Diana let the words hang. The silence stretched on for a long moment. Zatanna continued to read Diana’s face, her own expression softening some. Then she spoke again, gently.

“Well… now you can make up for lost time.” She gave Diana another nudge, softer this time. She gave the terminal screens - Steve - a pointed glance. “This is a second chance, Diana. Not everybody gets one.”

Diana didn’t answer, didn’t move, as Zatanna’s words sank in. Her focus returned to the screens again, to Steve. The feed was silent but it was clear he was speaking with the medical staff. A friendly chat from the looks of it. It warmed Diana’s heart to see. But just as she noticed before, there was that faint look in his eye. Like underneath it all, he was dazed. Overwhelmed.

This was a man whose entire world was just turned upside down. Everything he knew was now gone.

It felt like a fist around Diana’s heart.

Steve Rogers deserved better than that.

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Diana waited until Stark and his people had Steve set up in his own room. Then she made her move.

It was late in the evening by the time she worked up the nerve. For a long time she simply stood outside in the hall, staring at the door to his quarters. Then there were flashes through her mind - a walk under the stars, his fingers in her hair, his lips brushing against hers. A chaste kiss.

Hera, it was like she was there again, all those years back. She remembered how the spark from that kiss made her heart jump. 

Diana’s spirit became like fire. She turned the handle and pushed into the room.

Steve was sitting at a plain desk, looking over one of Stark’s special computers, clearly confounded by the damned thing - but he quickly tore his eyes away, zeroing in on the intruding Amazon.

The way his eyes lit up made Diana’s heart flutter.

He didn’t simply rise, he shot to his feet. He was dressed plainly, she saw. A light blue button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms and dark slacks. Even still, he cut the image of male beauty. In uniform or out, Steve Rogers was an appealing sight. Clothing, it seemed, just loved his body. Indeed, there was plenty, plenty to appreciate.

“Diana!” Steve took a step forward, but halted. His smile faltered, his eyes struck with conflict. “It’s… good to see you.”

Diana had at least some idea of what he was thinking - reminding himself that it wasn’t 1945 anymore. Time had passed, she had moved on, all that nonsense keeping him from running to her.

Diana had no such reservations. Seeing Steve in the flesh, hearing his voice, it ignited something within her. Deep, deep in the very core of her heart. The ache was back in full force, spreading through her chest.

The Amazon charged forward and swept her beloved soldier into a deep hug. She held him tight, so tight. Hera, he even smelled the same. She didn’t want to let the man go ever again.

“You’re late.” She finally managed to say.

She felt a tremor shoot through his chest as he barked out a short laugh. Not the jolly or humorous sort. It lacked lightness, coming out dry, incredulous. She couldn’t blame him. This entire situation was absurd.

When he pulled away and looked her in the eyes, Diana could see the storm of emotions for herself. He was in shock, just as she expected. Diana could see pure elation as well. But to her surprise, she could see regret swirling right alongside it.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” He started. Diana was almost sent reeling at those words. “Sorry for-”

Diana put a stop to that nonsense immediately, pressing a finger to those full, soft lips of his.

“You… are the last man who should apologize for anything, Steve Rogers” She told him - and quite forcefully. “You did it. You saved the world.”

Steve chuckled again, this time with more warmth. Just like how he used to.

“We saved the world. Captain America didn’t fight alone.” His expression dropped a little. Diana knew the question before it even left his lips. “I never got the chance to ask Stark… the commandos… Dugan and the rest… are any of them…?”

Diana shook her head sadly. Steve’s face fell further. It was a stab to her gut, to her heart, to see the stalwart soldier so despondent, if only for a moment.

“They all made it through the war thanks to you.” She reminded him. “They came home, lived their lives, started families. The years went by, they got older…”

He only gave a short nod. His face hardened quickly, blinking away his misty eyes.

Always the soldier.

“Damn.” He muttered, slipping back from Diana’s arms. He ran a hand through his neat blond hair. “Damn. So the doctors… Stark… they’re really not pulling my leg? It’s been seventy years?”

“Yes.” Diana let out a heavy sigh. She looked on as Steve began to pace back and forth. She did not envy him right then. The Howling Commandos were her friends, too. But like with Steve, she’d mourned them years ago. For Steve to lose the entire team all at once….

For a long while, she and Steve said nothing. He kept pacing, rubbing at his head, only occasionally meeting her eyes.

“God.” The word broke through his lips, heavy with feeling. He turned towards her, looking dazed all over again. “How much did I miss?”

Diana closed the distance, taking his hands in hers. His were rough, calloused, but warm. She had missed his touch.

“It doesn’t matter.” She told him truthfully. “You’re here now. You’re alive.”

He’s alive. The two words rang through her head. Through her soul. 

Steve was alive. There was a rush of feeling then, rising up through her chest. Diana felt weightless. She felt happy.

No, she was more than that. Much more. She was thrilled. Exhilarated. Ecstatic.

This wasn’t a trick or a dream. It was finally dawning on her, this miracle. Steve was back. He was standing right in front of her. So close, so warm, so real. She could touch him. She was touching him. His skin upon hers. She’d almost forgotten how warm he could be.

Diana’s heart was racing now, somehow hammering while feeling so very light. Her whole body felt light.

She kissed him. She grabbed Steve by the collar of his shirt, tugged him towards her, and kissed him.

He went still for a moment, clearly stunned. He tried to speak, but Diana kept their lips locked tight. His words were muffled… and then he was groaning.

It took only a few seconds for the man to get the message. His arms curled around her waist, drawing her closer as he began to move his lips with hers. So soft. So warm. She’d always liked his lips. She liked his tongue even better. He let her take control, let her taste her fill. She needed all she could get from him. After so long without him, Diana was a woman starved.

Eventually they broke apart. Even an Amazon needed to breathe.

“Hera… that was seventy years late, Captain Rogers.” She huffed. Her fingers still gripped the fabric of his shirt. Steve’s hands were more daring, having settled on the small of her back. A stark contrast to his blushing face, wide-eyed like a school boy’s.

“Diana, I-”

She kissed him again, softer this time. A quick peck to shut him up.

“We can talk later.” She breathed hotly against his lips. “Right now, you still owe me a dance.”

Her eyes wandered towards the bed. Her intent was clear. Not even Steve could miss it. She looked at him again, watching his own eyes dart from the bed to her to the bed again. His lips parted and closed, but any words died in his throat.

Then his eyes flashed with hunger.

For all his strength of body and mind, Steve Rogers was still a man.

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Diana moved her hips, pitching them back and forth. Every buck and roll had her blood boiling hotter. It was fire in her veins, red hot under her skin. It was molten bliss pouring through her innards, seeping into her bones.

By now her throat had gone sore from her screaming. Good thing for her and Steve the rooms in the Avengers Mansion were soundproof.

“When… when I said “dance”...”

“We’ll have a real dance. Later.” Diana sank down onto him, shaking through to her bones as she took his cock all the way down to the root. She felt his balls press into her ass as she sat in his lap, felt them tighten. No doubt they were roiling with cum. A low moan rose up in her throat. She planted her hands on Steve’s naked chest and rocked her hips hard.

Diana shook again, feeling so full, so perfectly full. Beneath her, Steve was groaning. His hands slid forward, filling his palms with her buttocks, fingers squeezing the pliant flesh. Diana let out another heated moan, feeling the man’s cock twitching inside her. But her movements did not slow. She rocked her hips, her body, riding him at a quick pace. His hands held to her body, guiding her.

“Good.” He breathed out, cracking a sly smile. “I learned all the steps and everything.”

Diana let out a giggle. By the gods, the things he brought out of her. She saw that glint in his eye, that familiar flash of mischief. The very same look she’d seen from him just before he’d disobey a nonsense order. 

Most people only knew Captain America as the loyal soldier. But the man behind the shield had a roguish side. That same spark of devilry that had spurred him to first kiss her. Among other things…

“Anything to get me in a dress.” Diana teased, feeling up his broad, firm chest. She rode him, humming in pleasure as his cock stroked through the heat of her sex, sliding through that silky tightness. Her hands slid down to feel at his abdomen, her fingers tracing the lines of those taut muscles. She rode him harder then, hissing as his cock struck deep. The bed beneath them creaked and groaned from the effort.

“The plan was to get you out of it.” Steve shot back, breathing hard and heavy.

“You have me naked now.”

“That’s… the future for you…” The man grunted, bucking up into her. Pleasure rolled through, white hot embers scattering in her belly. “Everything’s done out of order.”

“Steve.”

“Yes?”

“Stop talking.”

Diana planted both hands on his chest, forcing him flat to the bed. Then she took complete control, riding him hard - the way Amazons fucked.

She worked her hips furiously, pushing through the waves of pleasure and heat that pulsed through her gut. Her hair fell down over her face, black tresses bouncing before her eyes. Through them she could see Steve, his handsome, pretty face now red with exertion. She saw his blond locks matted down with sweat, sticking to his forehead. He bared his teeth, grunting, groaning, cursing from the sheer bliss of her cunt wrapped tight around his manhood.

He was so thick, so swollen inside her, filling her up so completely. Diana was gasping, feeling she was about to come apart. It was an exquisite pain.

Diana kept the pace, unrelenting. She craved more of that ache, more of that heat.

More. More. More.

She needed it.

In the back of her mind, a suspicion tickled her. More likely than not, the room was being observed. This was Avengers Mansion, bankrolled by Tony Stark, after all. And Steve Rogers was a national hero. Surely, they’d want to keep an eye on the man. 

Diana didn’t care. Not then. Not when ecstasy was frothing in her belly.

Steve Rogers was alive. And he was hers again.

From there it wasn’t long until she was shrieking. An Amazonian Princess coming undone, screaming her pleasure to the ceiling. And beneath her, Steve was howling, letting loose all that pressure. His cock jerked and jerked, letting loose streams of hot seed deep inside. Diana shook, feeling that white heat pour into her. She rode it out, her own cunt squeezing the man dry. She wanted it all, every drop of cum.

Waited seventy years for this… Mighty Zeus…

After it was done, Diana fell over atop Steve, pressing her cheek into his naked, glistening chest. She breathed and breathed, listening to the beat of his heart as the pleasurable ache of their coupling lingered and lingered.

“Great Hera. The ice didn’t leave you rusty at all.” She teased him after a long silence, her voice coming weak and soft.

Beneath her, Steve let out a tired chuckle. She enjoyed how it rumbled in his chest.

“I was… well-preserved.”

Diana hummed, squirming atop him. She wanted to sink into his warmth. 

And yet… her loins still ached for more. Her blood was of the Old Gods. Her cravings were beyond those of a mortal woman. And Steve was among the few living men who could provide.

She stirred in his lap, slowly, slowly drawing her hips into a deliberate grind.

“You have another round in you, soldier?” She murmured, kissing his chest.

Steve’s hand rubbed soft circles into her naked back. Further down, his cock began to stir. Hardening against her sex.

“For you?” Steve’s voice was low, husky. It stoked the heat in her core. “I can go all day.”