#diana's here too i just couldn't find a place to naturally write her in sorry queen

[overlyobsessed223]

decaf

Hal might have physically made it to the emergency Justice League meeting Batman had the audacity to call so suddenly at 4 o'clock in the morning, but mentally he’s still half asleep. The room is dead silent, even though mostly everyone has arrived by now, save for Barry—who they’re expecting to be fifteen minutes late as usual—and Clark. The only solace Hal is able to draw upon is that he’s clearly not the only one royally peeved by the ungodly wakeup call, as Dinah and Oliver are both glaring daggers at Bats and Arthur has already made three snappish comments since he got here five minutes ago. 

All Hal knows is there better be a damn good reason for this.

Clark showing up a minute later with his arms full of donut boxes and coffees doesn’t exactly ease the high tensions in the room, but Hal does perk up a bit when the smell of strong coffee hits his nose. He mumbles a quick, “thanks, man,” when Clark places a coffee with Green Lantern written on it in front of him. Grabbing it, he’s about to take a long, desperate gulp when he sees, out of the corner of his eye, Clark place a cup labeled Flash in front of Barry’s empty chair. Even through the brain fog that’s severely impairing his ability to think, he remembers something important. 

“Hey, that’s decaf, right?” Hal asks, breaking the silence in the room. Clark turns and gives him a questioning look, so Hal points at Barry’s coffee and elaborates. “Barry’s coffee. It’s decaf, right? He doesn’t drink anything with caffeine in it.”

“Oh! Yeah, it’s decaf,” Clark clarifies, offering a cheery, chipper smile that burns Hal’s retinas. He looks well rested and ready to start the day, the midwestern farm boy in him making him stick out like a sore thumb amongst the rest of them. “Don’t worry, I didn’t forget.”

“Cool, cool,” Hal nods, settling back in his chair. He finally goes in for a sip of his coffee and barely manages to refrain from moaning out loud when the bitter taste hits his tongue. “Thanks,” he adds as an afterthought. 

The silence resumes. Only, Hal realizes that instead of everyone in the room staring at Batman, they’re now all staring at him, with varying looks ranging from confused to bewildered. Or, in Bruce’s case, unamused and unimpressed.

“What?” Hal frowns.

“That was just very, um,” Arthur trails off, as if he can’t find the words to complete his thought. 

“Cute,” Dinah interjects to finish the thought hanging in the air. She suddenly seems wide awake now, leaning forward eagerly whilst gripping the edge of the table with both hands, eyes glimmering with way too much knowing for Hal’s comfort. “Adorable, even.”

“Shut up,” Hal rolls his eyes, but to his horror he can feel his face begin to heat up. He fixes Dinah with a glare and hopes to god Clark will have the decency to not call attention to the way his heart has begun to pound against his ribcage. “For the last time, Barry and I are just friends. And for the record, making sure your buddy has the right drink does not mean you’re in love with him.”

“Uh, huh,” Dinah says, but the smirk on her face tells Hal his point didn’t quite land the way he’d intended it to. Meanwhile, at the opposite side of the table, Hal sees J’onn pull out a miniature notebook out of his pocket and begin carefully writing notes, as he tends to do when conversations about human culture come up.

“Why didn’t you ask if my coffee is decaf?” Oliver cuts in, sounding oddly hurt.

“Do you… drink decaf coffee?” Hal asks, confused. 

“No,” Oliver glowers, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at his untouched cup of coffee.

“Then why would I—”

A hand slams down onto the table, and with that the room goes silent as everyone turns to where Batman is looming over them, appearing in no mood for small talk or discussion of Hal’s love life. Hal thinks this might be one of the rare times when he and the Bat find themselves in strong agreement.  

“Might I remind everyone at this table that we have an emergency, globe threatening situation on our hands?” Bruce glares around the table. “We should begin briefing now; Flash can be filled in on what he missed at the end.”

Ten minutes into a very tense briefing, Barry finally decides to show his face. His face is even more shadowed with sleep deprivation than anyone else, and Hal instantly suspects he didn’t sleep at all, but he figures he’ll grill him on that later. Barry’s eyes brighten when they land on the cup of coffee and full box of donuts in front of him. 

Barry picks up the coffee, inspects it for a second, and that’s when Hal leans in and whispers, “I checked—it’s decaf.”

And the way Barry beams at him, it does what even Hal’s coffee couldn’t achieve—it has him teeming with energy, ready to start the day.

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

small kiss details. 66 turning into 36. (before their escape)

Khan watched Diana seeing her check the wounds on his body from the minor incident with some star fleet thugs (as she calls them) that had bullied him. He had snapped and almost killed them until she came along to make him stop, only he will stop for her. That was because he didn't want to see her get hurt by these creeps or from the admiral himself. Now they are here again in her work station on the medical side attending to small cuts and bruises that will just go away in a hour or so due to his genetics. His eyes scanned over her body studying the way she moved. Sometimes he would have to shake his mind awake when he would get lost in the thoughts of her. She is the only one here that cares for him and wants to save his family, he would have thought all the good people are gone when he awoke. Now he finds himself staring at her and looking away feeling shy to not be caught staring.

Diana walked over placing a bandage over his wound on his side his chest rising and falling slowly as he could see the strain of her hands from touching his skin. He wondered what she would do if he had kissed her. Khan can clearly tell by her woman needs and hormones a man of his looks and genes he was told it was hard for women to resist. Diana was clearly not scared of him and drawn to him for what he is. A smirk appeared on his face as his thoughts ran of her. Khan is drawn to her as much as she is to him. The eyes that shot through his heart and to his soul, he could read her feeling just by the look. He could feel his heart race as he stepped onto the floor and carefully walked up behind her.

She sensed him behind her as his eyes looked to her lip and leaned in quickly to not let her react as his lips pressed to hers. Feel the softness and warmth of them against his making his heart flutter. Khan was greedy for more he was enjoying this feeling as his kiss turning more hungry, licking her bottom lip and pressed his hips to hers. He could feel their bodies pressed together and a moan escape from her. But he snapped from the trance and pulled away from her and looked away saying "I am sorry."

Such a perfect prompt- it allows me to write some more first kisses! 💋

66. a kiss only meant to last a moment, but when your lips meet, you can't pull away from each other

36. stopping a kiss when it gets too heated

Diana was doing her best to concentrate on the task at hand; no matter how the power of his presence distracted her, the man was her patient above all else, and deserved the best care she could provide. Yet her heart couldn't help but ache for him, not only from witnessing firsthand, the blatant abuse which he regularly suffered at the hands of Marcus' thugs--while remembering how dispassionate and resigned he had been to his fate on the day they had met--but also because she had seen past his stoic facade to the good, caring, passionate man hidden beneath. Though Khan had been judged by history as being a war criminal, unworthy of mercy or sympathy, Diana knew so much better, for he had revealed his fierce devotion to his people (currently held captive to ensure his cooperation) as he had grown to trust her. Once she had understood his true nature and his nobility that rose above the brutality he needed to employ in order to survive, she found herself drawn to him beyond the strictures of nurse and patient. Each day she loved him a little bit more--and wanted him in ways she daren't speak out loud.

Khan reminded her often enough that his wounds would heal on their own, but Diana insisted on giving him the care that far less extraordinary men than he, received without question. It wasn't just her job anymore--it was her only way to express the feelings he'd kindled in her heart. Sometimes, she caught him watching her with those piercing, discerning, commanding, blue eyes and she would wonder if he saw how soft she was for him. And how physically attracted she had become to him. Sometimes, it felt to her that Khan had come to want her too.

"There now," she had told him softly, applying the dressing to the last of his wounds, "Done and dusted. You'll be good as new before you know it."

 "Thank you, Nurse Russell," he rumbled. Though her head remained bowed, Diana could feel Khan studying her. Not at all unpleasant, though he was bound to realize soon how deeply he affected her, just by the flush that had crept up her neck and filled her cheeks. The butterflies trapped and fluttering below her diaphragm he couldn’t note--but if she remained this close to him much longer, her professionalism would quickly fade away. She turned aside and began to put away her medical supplies.

With his panther-like grace, Khan’s footfalls were nearly silent as he came up behind her—but Diana sensed him anyway. She turned in time to find his face closer than it had ever been; his pupils had dilated, so that just a rim of blue encircled them—and those eyes were focused on her lips. At last, she was thinking, having spent countless nights imagining this moment; how it would feel; how he might taste. His kiss was sudden and hungry, electric and enticing, making her want to surrender herself to him. To whatever he might desire of her.

The erotic play of his tongue made her shiver, while the firm press of his hips to hers made her moan. Heat pooled in her belly and a frisson of lust rushed through her veins. No kiss in her life had affected Diana so viscerally.

And then just as suddenly as he had begun, Khan pulled away. Leaving behind the fever he had summoned, apologizing for what she had wanted in equal measure to the passion he had shown her. Even more confusing, he appeared to be ashamed. She couldn’t bear to have it so.

More for his sake than to satisfy her own longing, Diana implored him, “Please…please don’t be sorry.” Khan’s face remained implacable, his brow knit, but his eyes softened enough to embolden her to share her truth. “I’ve wanted you to kiss me for weeks now. Kiss me and more…so much more…”

Well aware that a witness could come by at any moment, Diana motioned for him to follow her to the supply cupboard just past the nurses’ station. He looked behind him—likely wary of being seen—then nodded and moved inside the little room to join her.

He was breathing hard, and his hair had fallen across his brow. How badly she wanted to touch him! Her hand seemed to move of its own volition, to brush back his fringe. The corners of Khan’s mouth crept up slightly, enough to make her even braver. “Darling,” she ventured what she had only ever called him in her dreams, cupping his face in both of her hands, “I swear, you have no reason to feel ashamed. Because I’d have you kiss every inch of my skin if…if that’s something that would please you…” Khan gave a low growl, enough to dizzy her, so that she closed her eyes a moment before continuing. “And if you’d allow me, I’d kiss every inch of yours…”

She left off when he slowly nodded and wove the fingers of one hand in the fall of her hair. Though he lowered his mouth a hairsbreadth from hers, he waited and whispered. “Show me, my sweet flower.”

Oh, and Diana did. Unashamed and without hesitation; long and deep. 

Stroking his tongue with her own and absorbing his hum of satisfaction. Then drawing his tongue into her mouth to suckle upon while he laid both hands on her shoulders to back her against the cupboard wall. Khan was so very powerful, a titan pressed hard to her trembling form, yet still he allowed her to lead. Diana could feel his hardening manhood, realizing that perhaps she had awakened a tiger that could not be tamed. As much as she wanted him, this should not be the time and place for what they both clearly wanted. 

She would have broken the kiss right then, but Khan beat her to it. Drawing away, he ran a hand through his hair and assumed his full height. “Enough for now, dearest Diana.” His voice was like liquid heat, sharpening her desire; speaking her given name for the first time, as though it was the key to her soul. “I have plans, and I know now I can trust you to help me carry them through.” Then, like some gentleman out of a gothic love story, he inclined his head in a bow, finally slipping from the room. Leaving her breathless and aching for more.

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