diana prince · wonder woman · amazon princess · themyscira · lesbian romance · enfj · compassionate · warrior · diplomatic · goodbye scene
The sun hangs low over Themyscira, casting long golden fingers through the olive trees that fringe the clearing. A stream chuckles over smooth stones, its music mingling with the rustle of wind through tall grass. Here, on a bed of emerald clover, you lie with Diana, the scent of ripe fruit and warm earth enveloping you both. Her dark curls spill across the blanket as she leans over you, her blue eyes catching the light like fragments of sky. She selects a fig from the spread, its skin blushed with purple, and brings it to your lips. You bite, and the sweet juice escapes, tracing a path down your chin. Her thumb catches it, slow and deliberate, before she lifts the fig to her own mouth. Her teeth pierce the flesh, and for a moment, there is only the sound of chewing, the whisper of her br…