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Trinity: Favorite Things
Part 2:
And Whiskers on Kittens
The warm sun and gentle
lapping of the surf nearly lulled Lois into a stupor as she sat on the sand
with Diana and a few other Amazons and listened to them talk. She was supposed to be taking this in so she
could write the article of all articles on Wonder Woman's home. But it was just so nice to not have to be
"on guard" all the time, listening for Justin, anticipating what he
needed.
She loved her son. Loved him more than she'd thought possible
when she'd found out she was pregnant.
But he exhausted her.
She looked over at
Diana--even among all these amazingly fit women, she still managed to
shine. "Who's the fairest of them
all?" Lois muttered, and one of the Amazons turned to look at her.
"Just jetlag," she
said, laughing it off with a sound that came out meaner than she intended.
Diana turned to her, her face
unreadable, but Lois had the feeling she'd hurt her feelings, and she felt
herself blushing.
That was why she hated
Diana. She could give Lois that look and
make her feel worse than the nuns at St. Agnes used to. Although thinking of Diana and nuns in the
same breath was definitely sacrilegious.
If people only knew what their pillar of womanhood had been up
to... Lois could write that story. Of course she'd have to leave out her own not
inconsiderable part.
Better to just keep quiet.
She glanced over at Almipone, a russet-haired beauty who'd been smiling at her
since Lois walked up. Almipone's smile grew wider and her eyes seemed to bore
into Lois's. Without having to look,
Lois knew Diana was frowning.
She looked anyway.
As expected, Diana was frowning, but she didn't say anything other than,
"I think that's enough for now.
Lois is tired from the trip here."
She sat as the others rose, didn't even get up when Lois did.
"Something wrong,
Princess?"
"You seem...out of sorts."
"Nope. I'm
fine." Lois had the irrational urge
to kick sand at Diana. "You don't
own me."
"Owning you would be
counter to Amazon philosophy."
Diana rose in one graceful motion.
"Or weren't you listening when my sisters were so generously sharing?"
"I was."
Diana's look was nun worthy
again.
"Okay, maybe there was
some zoning out. But I'm not looking for
sound bites here. I'm trying to suck in
the atmosphere. So I have some context
to form the article."
"Whatever." Diana strode away, sand fleeing from her feet
as she marched.
"Whatever? You've been hanging around me too
much." Lois hurried to catch
up. "Look, I'm very grateful you
brought me here."
"You asked me to bring
you here."
"And I'm very grateful
for that. But...you don't own me."
"Who said I
did?" Diana turned to look at
her. "Do you want to go back? Collect your husband--who is probably having
very good sex with my lover--and your son and go home?"
Lois felt like Diana was
clobbering her over the head with the realities of life. "No."
"Then at least try to
act gracious. I'm going riding. You do whatever it is reporters
do." Diana took off, the same way
Clark did when he was frustrated: right into the sky where mere mortals
couldn't follow.
Lois took a deep breath, then let it out slowly.
It was what Bruce no doubt did when Diana drove him nuts. But did she drive him nuts? Or was it only Lois who felt this edgy
attraction/repulsion around her?
Okay, right now, it was
definitely more on the attraction side. But still edgy.
"I was surprised Diana
brought you here." Another redhead, wilder looking this time. Artemis--Lois pulled the name out of her
memory.
"I'm hard to say no
to."
Artemis looked like she
didn't get that. "You're married to
that man Diana has feelings for."
"Well, I'm glad I'm aware of her feelings for him, or you'd have just
given me the surprise of all time."
"If I understand the
situation correctly, you had a child with Diana's lover."
Was Diana sending bulk emails
out? Jesus. "Something like
that."
"Hmmm." Artemis
gestured toward a grassy meadow.
"Come, walk with me."
"Okay." She moved carefully across the sand, a little
afraid of this woman who had once taken Diana's place--although she'd never
admit that to anyone.
"I, too, find Diana
frustrating." Artemis had a mean
little smile on her face.
"I never said I found
her frustrating."
"You didn't have
to. I recognize the look." Artemis sighed. "I've seen it in the mirror enough
times."
"You...like her?"
"No. But that doesn't mean I don't want her."
"Oh. Ohhhh. So you do get it."
Artemis gave her a look that
said it all.
"I wish I could shake
this. She's been a pain in my ass for a
very long time. And my husband is crazy
about her. And that other guy, too. And..."
"And yet you still want
her." Artemis pointed off to the
other side of the field, where someone with jet black hair was riding a horse
of the same hue. "She's...Diana."
Lois sat down on one of the
logs lining the field. "Yes. Yes, she is, damn her."
Artemis handed her a water
skin. "This will be a good
game. I'll be on the opposing side.
Cheer me on if you feel like it."
"She'll be very pissed
with me if I do."
"Somehow, I don't think
you'll care. In fact, you might like
that." Artemis shot her a wry grin
and then loped across the field to where the horses were being held.
Lois realized Diana was
watching her, then she wheeled her horse and took off
down the field, joining six other women on horseback. Artemis and her team took the opposing
side.
The game was a lot like
polo. If you played it
with war horses and very bitchy women.
Lois winced more than once and felt like calling foul, but no one on the
field seemed surprised at the level of aggression.
Just to piss Diana off, she did cheer Artemis on when the two were racing for
the ball on her side of the field.
The game was a draw, the
players sweaty and laughing as they dismounted and clasped arms. They led their horses off, all except Diana,
who let Artemis take her mount. She
stood on the field, arms crossed over her chest, staring at Lois with a look
that was sort of nunlike and sort of the antithesis
of that.
"What?" Lois asked
as Diana finally dropped the 'tude and walked over to
her.
"You irritate me,
Lois."
"Well, right back at
you." Lois got up, backing away
from the log, from Diana. "I want
to go home."
Diana caught up with her in
three steps. She pulled her close, the
way Clark held her when he was about to take off. "Fine, we'll go home."
Diana smelled spicy. How could the woman smell good after
exercise? It was so damned unfair to
women who stank after working out.
Diana's hair blew in the breeze, soft curly tendrils of it beating
gently against Lois's cheek. She grabbed
one of the strands, pulled Diana to her.
The kiss lasted a long
time.
"Home, then?" Diana
asked, but she was smiling.
"Oh, shut up." Lois pushed her down onto the grass and let
herself do the things she wanted to do to this woman she sort of hated and also
loved far too much. And Diana did things
to her that left her panting.
The thundering of hooves
brought Lois back to reality. She looked
over at the field and saw a group of Amazons riding in formation. "Should we leave?"
Diana turned her head lazily,
smiling as she pulled her cloak over both of them. "We'll be more conspicuous if we run
away guiltily."
"Plus, this kind of
thing probably happens all the time, right?
Girl on girl action in the middle of the spectator
section?"
Diana laughed. "Leave that out of the
article, okay?"
Lois cuddled in against her,
was surprised when Diana kissed her gently on the forehead, then on the
eyes. "Diana, do you like me?"
"I don't
know." A long sigh, and then Diana
continued the gentle kisses to her cheek, her chin, her neck, then back to her
lips.
"This is natural for
you. Bruce and Clark aren't."
"That's true." Diana turned a little, snuggling into Lois,
seemed to be breathing in her scent.
"I'm sorry for everything."
"For the mess we've
made?"
Diana nodded.
"We made it
together. I didn't have to keep coming
back." Lois pulled Diana
closer. "I'm just sorry that it's
so messy."
"But relationships
are. Even for two. Add in a third and fourth..."
Lois laughed. "I think we could pack in a few more
here. Have enough for a baseball team if
we wanted."
"We don't want." Diana's voice
was nun stern.
They lay quietly for a while,
the sound of horses and women wafting over to them. Then the horsewomen rode off and Diana took
her cloak back and got dressed, leaving Lois a little bereft.
"That was it?" Lois
couldn't believe she'd just said that.
"That was
what?" Diana looked confused. "I'm hungry. Aren't you hungry?" Then she smiled. "I'm not abandoning you."
"Oh. I knew that." Lois sat up and pulled on her shirt. "And like I care
anyway."
Diana smacked her on the ass,
chuckling at her look. "Oh, you
cared. You very much cared. It was quite satisfying, in fact, how much
you cared."
"This is me not caring." Lois pulled on the rest of her clothes and
stalked off.
"Food is this way."
Executing a perfect about face, Lois stalked off in the other direction.
"I don't really mind if
you walk ahead of me." Diana was
definitely laughing at her.
Lois glanced
back, saw that Diana was grinning and staring at her butt. "Perv."
Another laugh, softer this
time, happier. God help them, but they
lived for this snarky repartee. Lois held her hand out, and Diana hurried to
catch up, taking her hand and squeezing lightly.
"So, do you ever go skinnydipping here?"
Lois smiled at the thought of that warm, warm water and no clothes.
"Maybe." Diana was
smiling in what had to be nostalgia.
"Just how many of these
women have you been with?"
"That is none of your business." But there was something in Diana's expression
that was off.
"What?"
"Not
very many of them. I'm the princess for Hera's sake. It would cause bad feelings if I were too
free with my affection."
Suddenly Lois got a picture
of how lonely that might be, having to think that way, having to keep a
distance. "I'm sorry."
Diana shrugged.
"You're isolated
here."
"These are my
sisters."
"But you're still
isolated. That's why you like our little family. There are no boundaries."
Diana seemed to swallow
hard. "When my mother was alive, it
was easier. I didn't have to work so
hard to be what they all need. I could
just be me." She tried to let go of
Lois's hand, but Lois held on.
"You can just be
yourself with me. I won't tell."
Diana leaned in and kissed
her. Then she shook her head. "You're too damned perceptive, Mrs.
Kent."
"I told you not to call
me that."
"And I listen to you so
often."
Lois
laughed, glad to be back on familiar--if bitchy--ground.
"This is the best
beach." Diana nodded toward a
secluded patch of sand. "If you
want to come back later and...?"
"Maybe. If you play your cards right."
"Amazons do not play
cards."
"Then whatever works,
Princess. Go with me here."
Again the
pleased smile. Shit, they needed a therapist to sort this
relationship out. Lois imagined what
Clark and Bruce were up to, smiled at the idea of the two of them taking Justin
somewhere, how Alfred would play with her son--dote on him, probably.
Maybe they didn't need a
shrink. They could just let this be
whatever it wanted to be.
Whatever they needed it to
be.
"I do want to," she
whispered, knowing Diana would hear her.
Then she took off running, toward the palace and food.
Diana didn't let her win.
She hadn't expected her to.
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