seriousfic (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
seriousfic) wrote2009-06-04 09:59 am
seriousfic) wrote2009-06-04 09:59 am
Wonder Woman fic: Armor (Diana/Io)
Title: Armor
Fandom: Wonder Woman
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 546
Characters/Pairings: Diana/Io
Summary: There’s a reason Io loves Diana.
Io’s princess was strong. This wasn’t why Io loved Diana, nor was it because Diana was the princess. The reason Io loved Diana was this:
Diana was going to fight a dragon. Dragons were crafty and fearsome and not always evil, but ever ruthless. Diana would need more than a costume to deal with it. Diana would need armor.
She called upon Io.
Io had already made the armor, made and repaired it countless times. She applied a finish of flame-resistant lacquer to help with the dragon’s breath, then stayed to assist Diana with putting it on. She watched with pride as the pieces were assembled, fitting perfectly. Diana would be protected.
“Do me up?” Diana asked, and Io helped her work together the two halves of the chestplate. First, Diana lowered her robes to put on the arming coat that would pad her skin from the armor’s harshness. The nudity was commonplace. Although Io would never get used to Diana’s beauty, she was… accustomed to it. If her jaw dropped, she was able to rise it very quickly.
But today, all she could see were the deep gouges stretching down Diana’s back.
“My lady--!” Io cried, her hands wringing in a nervous fury.
“It’s nothing.” Diana bent down to check her greaves again. “A little souvenir from the Cheetah. Don’t worry, they’ll heal, just like all the others.”
“Others?” Beyond the relief and the self-chastisement for doubting Diana, Io felt a bloom of affection. “Oh, Diana…”
She hugged her, head resting against the curve of Diana’s back. Diana felt the leather of Io’s apron slide against her skin, and somehow it felt smoother than the softest silk.
“You have just no idea how special you are, do you?” Io whispered, her breath sending a tremor down Diana’s spine.
“I’m just a woman. It’s my job that’s important.”
“You’re important. To me, you’re the most important woman in the world. You have no… conception how glad I am that my armor keeps you safe.”
“Io…” Diana took Io’s hand from where it was splayed on her belly and moved it up over her heart, clasping it within both of her war-hardened hands. “You keep me safe.”
Working Io’s fingers between her own, she brought Io’s hand up to her mouth and smelled the heady scent between her fingers. The smoke of the forge, the bitterness of the hammer, the sting of sweat, and beneath it all, something uniquely Io. Diana kneaded it with her thumb until her own smell was mixed in with Io’s, then she sealed it with a kiss. Io moaned gently as she nuzzled her face between Diana’s shoulder blades. They both lived for those moments.
“Will you wait up for me until after the battle? I will mostly likely have damages in need of repair.”
“Yes. Always.” Io kissed the back of Diana’s neck before lowering the Corinthian helm over her princess’s head.
Diana gave her hand one last squeeze and kiss before releasing it. She stood over the still-kneeling Io. “I shall miss you. I shall return.”
“I shall wait, princess.”
Diana ran her hand along Io’s face, memorizing it before she buried her hand in a gauntlet. She smiled lovingly. “I’m no longer your princess, remember?”
“Yes, you are.”
Fandom: Wonder Woman
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 546
Characters/Pairings: Diana/Io
Summary: There’s a reason Io loves Diana.
Io’s princess was strong. This wasn’t why Io loved Diana, nor was it because Diana was the princess. The reason Io loved Diana was this:
Diana was going to fight a dragon. Dragons were crafty and fearsome and not always evil, but ever ruthless. Diana would need more than a costume to deal with it. Diana would need armor.
She called upon Io.
Io had already made the armor, made and repaired it countless times. She applied a finish of flame-resistant lacquer to help with the dragon’s breath, then stayed to assist Diana with putting it on. She watched with pride as the pieces were assembled, fitting perfectly. Diana would be protected.
“Do me up?” Diana asked, and Io helped her work together the two halves of the chestplate. First, Diana lowered her robes to put on the arming coat that would pad her skin from the armor’s harshness. The nudity was commonplace. Although Io would never get used to Diana’s beauty, she was… accustomed to it. If her jaw dropped, she was able to rise it very quickly.
But today, all she could see were the deep gouges stretching down Diana’s back.
“My lady--!” Io cried, her hands wringing in a nervous fury.
“It’s nothing.” Diana bent down to check her greaves again. “A little souvenir from the Cheetah. Don’t worry, they’ll heal, just like all the others.”
“Others?” Beyond the relief and the self-chastisement for doubting Diana, Io felt a bloom of affection. “Oh, Diana…”
She hugged her, head resting against the curve of Diana’s back. Diana felt the leather of Io’s apron slide against her skin, and somehow it felt smoother than the softest silk.
“You have just no idea how special you are, do you?” Io whispered, her breath sending a tremor down Diana’s spine.
“I’m just a woman. It’s my job that’s important.”
“You’re important. To me, you’re the most important woman in the world. You have no… conception how glad I am that my armor keeps you safe.”
“Io…” Diana took Io’s hand from where it was splayed on her belly and moved it up over her heart, clasping it within both of her war-hardened hands. “You keep me safe.”
Working Io’s fingers between her own, she brought Io’s hand up to her mouth and smelled the heady scent between her fingers. The smoke of the forge, the bitterness of the hammer, the sting of sweat, and beneath it all, something uniquely Io. Diana kneaded it with her thumb until her own smell was mixed in with Io’s, then she sealed it with a kiss. Io moaned gently as she nuzzled her face between Diana’s shoulder blades. They both lived for those moments.
“Will you wait up for me until after the battle? I will mostly likely have damages in need of repair.”
“Yes. Always.” Io kissed the back of Diana’s neck before lowering the Corinthian helm over her princess’s head.
Diana gave her hand one last squeeze and kiss before releasing it. She stood over the still-kneeling Io. “I shall miss you. I shall return.”
“I shall wait, princess.”
Diana ran her hand along Io’s face, memorizing it before she buried her hand in a gauntlet. She smiled lovingly. “I’m no longer your princess, remember?”
“Yes, you are.”