All things considered, Diana appreciates the time he takes to set the bracer down. A weapon like that deserves to be handled carefully, and treated with respect. But her attention is only on it for a few scant moments before he turns back to her, and then her eyes hungrily take him in as he discards his shirt, distracting her from removing her sheath.

But her own blade ends up safely on the bedside table as he reaches for her again, his kiss searing her lips. Their bare skin meets, and she sighs into his mouth, hands freely roaming along his shoulders, his sides, down his back. She feels the bumps of those few scars, the ridges of his muscled body, and heat flares low in her belly.

Diana steps back towards the bed, tugging him with her, trying not to let their bodies get too far from one another; now that she's felt the warmth of him, she isn't so willing to lose it.