for Brady!
Title: Morning
Characters/Pairing: Steve/Diana
Rating: PG
Word Count: 455
Disclaimer: DC owns.
Warning: character death
AN: for bradygirl_12 ’s birthday! Hope it was great! =) Btw, I think the angst got a little, well, you'll see...
There was nothing quite like waking up in the arms of one’s love. The morning seemed to hold endless possibilities and promise. Given her job - and his - it was not often Diana awoke to Steve’s warm embrace, but the rare times it occurred, she enjoyed it fully.
Breakfast, he would suggest, like the gentleman he was.
After, she would reply, like the woman in love she was.
…
“Angel,” he smiled, caressing her cheek. She loved the way his eyes sparkled in the afterglow. “I want every morning to be like this.”
Diana snuggled up to him, “As do I, beloved.”
“Then let’s make it happen! I can take a leave… You think the League could spare you for a few days?”
Diana laughed with delight. If only wishing made it so, she thought, but she’d look into it. She turned her gaze up to Steve. His smile, the happiness he was so clearing experiencing matched her own, it made her want to burst with joy.
She could not have known then it would be the last such morning for the two. Steve left that afternoon on assignment. Surveillance. Just a quick fly by over hostile territory. It didn’t happen that way.
Diana always expected to be the first to go. It would take place off-world, defending earth, or at the hands of one of her enemies. Expecting it would happen this way, she had made certain every moment she spent with her pilot was one worth remembering. Now, she was doubly thankful for it because never again would she open her eyes at the first rays of light to appreciate the way his hair matched the rising sun or the way his blue eyes were bright like the morning sky. Never again would he run his fingers along the curve of her spine or call her, “Angel.”
It grieved her immensely that he was taken away so soon, but she was grateful for the time they shared and took solace in the fact he would never know the acute sense of loss she’d experienced or deal with the crushing pain her soul fought anew every morning at the realization that he was gone forever. Knowing that was a small comfort.
…
J’onn insisted she go on vacation and assured her he would speak with the rest of the League. No one could deny she earned and deserved some time off.
“Then, it’s settled,” Steve stood by the door, smiling, “When I get back, we’ll fly anywhere you want, Angel, anywhere at all.”
“I look forward to it,” Diana replied, kissing him one last time before he left. She couldn't wait and decided she better start packing, he would be back by morning.