Wonder Woman looks at you as you enter the room carrying her lasso she has only one question what do you want she says through gritted teeth

Wonder Woman paused as she felt the presence of another hero behind her "Spider-Man? Is that you?" She said cocking an eyebrow as she turned to face him, a sly grin on her lips. "You seemed distracted back there." Her breasts pressed against the lycra fabric of her costume, noticing how tight his spandex suit was against his body. It was always a pleasure working with Spider-Man. Catching sight of his tight ass as he fought criminals and joked around. His personality was also great, and Diana would lie if she said she didn’t feel attracted towards him.

Diana returned the sheepish grin, noticing his flushed cheeks and the obvious bulge between his legs as he stood next to her. The sight aroused her, making it hard for her to concentrate on their mission. "Hey, no need to be embarrassed." She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I've had my fair share of... distractions during missions too." Her voice was soft, almost seductive.

Diana noticed the nervous energy radiating from Spider-Man, and it made her heart race a little faster. She could feel the same attraction between them, and it was making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else. He was so young...she knew she shouldn't feel this way about him, but there was something irresistible about his boyish charm and charisma.

"It's okay," she finally replied with a soft smile, letting her hand linger on his shoulder. "I understand." Her voice was barely above a whisper now, almost breathless. She glanced down at his crotch, noticing the bulge in his suit, and felt herself growing wet.

She leaned in closer, their bodies inches apart as she took a deep breath, scenting his unique mixture of sweat and Spider-Man cologne.

Diana felt the warmth emanating from his body as he pressed against her, their skin separated by only the finest layer of fabric. His hand on her buttock sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core, making her moan softly. She arched her back slightly, granting him better access to her curves and signaling her desire for more.

Her eyes locked with his as she placed a hand on the front of his suit, feeling how hard he was beneath the fabric. "You are in league with me right now," she whispered huskily. "And I want you...so badly." She leaned in closer still, their lips mere inches apart, her breath hot against his skin. As much as she wanted him to take control of the situation, there was something thrilling about knowing that he could just as easily let go and let her be in charge.

Her heart pounded in anticipation of what would happen next, eager for the passionate embrace they both craved. She felt him shift against her, his hard length pressing against her hip, and she could barely contain a gasp of pleasure at the sensation. The urgency in his movements told her he was just as ready as she was to give into their desires.

"Yes...we should." Diana managed to choke out, her throat suddenly feeling tight and constricted with desire. She forced herself to focus on the mission, to keep her mind off of how badly she wanted Spider-Man right then and there. They had worked together long enough for him to understand that something was different about her today; he knew that she craved his touch as much as he craved hers.

With a deep breath, Diana tried to compose herself as they began the trek back to headquarters. The tension between them grew with every step, palpable despite their efforts to hide it from each other. Her mind raced with thoughts of what might happen once they were alone, and she found herself growing wetter with anticipation at the prospect.

She couldn't help but wonder if this was what love felt like for mortals...if this is what it meant to find someone who could make you feel so alive, even in the midst of battle. With every fiber of her being, she hoped that Peter would give into their desires and let them explore this newfound passion together.

As they neared the HQ, Diana felt her heart racing and her body tingle with anticipation. She could feel the desire emanating from Spider-Man like a beacon, calling to her on every level. His gaze lingered on her ass as she walked in front of him up the stairs, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. Her mind was filled with images of them together, their bodies intertwined and moving in perfect harmony.

She had always been taught to control her urges, to focus on what was important: protecting humanity. But right now, all she could think about was how much she wanted Spider-Man beneath her, feeling the weight of her body as they joined together in passionate ecstasy. She wondered if giving into these desires would change anything between them; if it would ruin their friendship or make it stronger.

As they reached the top of the stairs, Diana slowed down deliberately, forcing Peter to walk beside her once more. Her breasts grazed against his arm as she did so, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His scent filled her senses, making it hard for her to think straight.

Diana glanced at Peter, his hand brushing against her thigh under the guise of adjusting her skirt. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through her body and she bit her lip to keep from moaning aloud. His touch was possessive and dominating, and it made her heart race even faster. She knew that once they were alone, there would be no stopping either of them.

As they approached the security checkpoint where Echo and Shieldguard stood guard, Diana couldn't help but wonder if she should put some distance between herself and Spider-Man or if she should indulge this desire a little longer. She glanced at him sideways, noticing how his pupils were dilated with desire and how his breath came in short, ragged gasps. She knew he was as affected by her as she was by him; the question now was what they would do about it.

Her heart raced in anticipation of finding out the answer to that question, even as her mind warned her that there might be consequences to giving into their desires. But right now, all she could think about was how much she wanted Spider-Man...how much she needed him. As they stopped at the security checkpoint, she leaned in close and whispered hoarsely, "Take me somewhere private." Her breath tickled against his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

Diana followed Spider-Man through the ventilation shaft, her heart pounding with anticipation and desire as she watched his perfect ass flex and move with each powerful thrust of his legs. The air was hot and stuffy, making it difficult for her to breathe, but she didn't mind; all she could think about was how much she wanted him inside of her.

As they rounded a corner, Peter slipped off the edge of the duct and swung down onto a desk below. He waited impatiently as Diana dropped next to him, their bodies mere inches apart once more. His hands trembled with anticipation as he reached out to touch her, caressing her cheek before trailing his fingers down her neck and collarbone. Her skin was so soft and smooth beneath his fingertips, driving him wild with need.

With a deep breath, she leaned in closer, their lips mere millimeters apart as they both closed their eyes, savoring the moment.

Diana felt her heart drop into her stomach as Peter pulled away from the kiss. She wanted him so badly; she'd never felt this way about anyone before. His words made sense, though. They had something special here, and it deserved to be explored properly without being clouded by lust. She knew that he had a girlfriend and she respected his decision to keep things platonic until they figured out what was going on between them.

Her hands moved slowly from his chest down to his hips, giving him a reassuring squeeze. "I understand," she whispered softly, her eyes locked with his masked face. "Let's take things slow and see where this leads us." She leaned in close once more, brushing her lips against his before pulling back slightly, relishing the contact but not pressing any further.

Their fingers tangled together on his hips as they sat there in silence, taking deep breaths to calm their racing hearts. Around them, the ventilation system hummed quietly, the hot air making it hard to think straight. But they ignored everything except for each other, lost in the intensity of this connection that had formed between them.

The desire was still there, burning brightly beneath the surface, and neither of them were sure when or how it would be sated. For now, they were content to explore this newfound bond at their own pace, taking things one step at a time.

Diana felt her heart skip a beat as he squeezed her ass, the contact sending a wave of desire coursing through her. She looked at him with those soulful eyes and couldn't help but blush softly. "Spider-Man..." she whispered, the sound of his name on her lips making her heart race even faster. "Thank you."

She didn't know what else to say; they were both feeling so much at the moment that words seemed inadequate. The connection between them was more than just physical; it went deeper, to the very core of their beings. It was as if they were two halves of a whole, made complete only when they were together like this.

Her fingers moved slowly from his hip up to caress his chest. "I want to know everything about you," she whispered earnestly. "Your hopes and dreams...your fears..." She leaned in closer still, their bodies hovering just an inch apart as her breath tickled against his lips. "Every secret you've ever kept..."

The sound of Peter's voice, so soft and sincere, sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn't help but lean closer still, the tip of her nose brushing against his mask as their eyes met. "I know I can trust you," she whispered, her words hoarse with emotion.

As they sat there in the humid darkness, lost in each other's gazes and the intoxicating pull of their connection, time seemed to stand still for a moment. They were both aware that this was something special; rare and precious. And as much as they wanted to explore it further, to give in to the passion that burned between them, they also knew that they had to take things slow. There was so much more at stake here than just their own desires.

Their fingers continued to entwine and tangle together on his hips, a physical representation of the complexity of their feelings for one another. It was hard to tell where one began and the other ended; it was as if they were becoming intertwined in some cosmic dance, circling each other until they finally found harmony within themselves and with the universe around them.

For now, though, they would remain here in this quiet corner of the world, getting to know each other better beneath the surface, building a foundation for whatever fate had in store for them. And as their fingers entwined tighter and their bodies brushed against one another in fleeting moments of contact, they knew that no matter what happened next, they would always have this moment; the memory of being so close to someone who understood them like no other.

Her heart skipped a beat as she heard Peter's words, and felt the warmth of his touch as he squeezed her bottom. It was reassuring to know that he would be there for her, not just as Spider-Man but also as Peter Parker. She returned his smile, even though he couldn't see it behind his mask. "And I promise you the same," she whispered, her fingers unconsciously tracing circles on his abdomen.

The silence stretched between them for a moment, and Diana could feel the tension easing slightly as they sat together in this makeshift hiding spot, their bodies so close yet still aching with desire. They both knew that they needed to take things slow; there was no rush, not when what they had felt today would always be there, even if it was only ever to exist between them in these quiet moments of Connection.

She leaned in closer, her body pressing against his as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I want to see more of you," she confessed softly, her breath tickling against his ear. "Your life...your world." There was curiosity and desire mixed together in those words; a longing to know everything about this man who had somehow managed to find a way past her defenses and into her heart.

Peter hesitated for only a moment before nodding slowly, accepting the invitation she'd unwittingly extended. "I'll show you," he promised quietly, his hand finding its way to her hip once more. Their fingers entwined as they sat there in silence, content to simply be together and bask in the warmth that emanated from each other. The heat of desire burned beneath the surface, but for now it was secondary to their need to explore everything else that lay between them; every secret thought, every hope and dream

A shiver ran down Diana's spine as Peter's fingers tugged at her panties, removing the annoying wedgie from between her ass cheeks. Her body was still sensitive from their earlier encounter, and the contact sent a wave of desire coursing through her once more. She couldn't help but wonder what else he would do to her if they were alone, away from prying eyes. The thought made her heart race even faster.

Her hand moved up his chest, tracing gentle circles around his neck before coming to rest on his shoulder. "What about your life?" she asked softly, leaning in closer still. "Tell me about it." There was an almost childlike eagerness in her voice, a desire to know everything there was to know about this man who had captivated her so completely.

As they sat together like this, their bodies pressed against each other despite the lingering tension between them, Diana felt a sense of peace wash over her. It was as if, for these few precious moments, all the chaos and danger of their world had been pushed aside to make way for something pure and wonderful. And she realized that no matter what happened next, this feeling would always be with her; a reminder of the connection they'd shared here today, hidden away in the shadows of the ventilation system.

"Ah, so you are a scientist as well?" Diana asked with a curious smile. She was fascinated by Peter's story, not just because of the similarities between them but also because it showed that he had taken on this responsibility willingly and selflessly. It made her respect him even more. As his hands roamed over her ass, she couldn't help but squirm a little in pleasure.

Her own fingers continued to explore his chest and shoulders, tracing circles around his nipples before moving lower to squeeze his biceps. "You must have been very lonely," she said softly, wondering how he had dealt with everything on his own for so long. It was a thought that made her heart ache just a little bit for him.

Their bodies were pressed so close together now that she could feel every breath he took, and the heat emanating from him was almost overwhelming. But despite their physical proximity, they both knew that there was still more to explore between them; layers of intimacy that went beyond mere touch and desire.

For now, though, they would remain here in this hidden corner of the world, learning about each other and forging a connection that defied anything either of them had ever experienced before. It was fragile and precious, and they both knew that it would take time to build something real; something that could withstand not only the trials of their heroic lives but also the complexities of the human heart.

Diana could feel the weight of Peter's words, the emotions that lay behind them. She knew what it was like to be alone, to feel misunderstood and misjudged by those around her. But now that she had found him, found someone who truly understood her, she couldn't help but wonder how they could make things work between them.

Her fingers traced circles around his back, careful not to venture too close to his costume's stingy tailbone. "I know you are lonely," she whispered, leaning in closer still as her lips brushed against his ear. Her breath tickled against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. "And I want to help you with that."

Their bodies were pressed so tightly together now that she could feel every movement he made against hers; the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, the steady throb of desire between their hips. She wanted him badly, but even more than that, she craved the connection they shared; the bond that went beyond physical desire.

"What do you need?" she asked softly, her fingers sliding lower to stroke his back gently. "How can I help you find happiness?" The last word hung in the air for a moment, heavy with meaning. Even as she offered herself to him, she wanted nothing more than to see him truly happy; to make sure that their connection wasn't built on lies or misunderstandings, but instead on truth and trust.

Her fingers traced slow circles on Peter's back, feeling the ridges of his spine beneath her touch. It was a strangely intimate gesture, one that made her heart race and her body hum with desire. As she continued to touch him, she felt herself growing more connected to him; not just physically but emotionally as well.

"Tell me about MJ," she asked softly, leaning in closer still so that their faces were barely an inch apart. "Is she...is she the one you're with?" The thought of Peter being involved with someone else made a strange mixture of emotions churn inside her: jealousy, disappointment...and yet also understanding and sympathy. She knew what it was like to have feelings for someone who didn't feel the same way.

Her fingers danced lower, brushing lightly against the curve of his ass.

Diana listened carefully as Peter spoke of his girlfriend, MJ, feeling a pang of sympathy for her when he admitted that they'd been leading each other on. She could tell that this wasn't easy for him; he obviously cared about MJ and didn't want to hurt her. But at the same time, there was something undeniable between them; an attraction and a connection that transcended their current situations.

Her fingers continued to dance over Peter's ass, teasing and arousing him with every touch. "I understand," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But we can work through this together, can't we?" She leaned in closer still, tilting his chin up so that their eyes met. There was hope in her gaze, and a promise of something more.

The heat between them was almost unbearable now; the air around them thick with desire. It felt as if every particle of oxygen had been sucked out of the room, leaving only the two of them and their growing need for each other. But even as their bodies cried out for release, they took comfort in knowing that this was not just about physical pleasure; it was about connecting on a deeper level, about building a foundation for whatever might come next.

Diana felt Peter's eyes on her lips, and she could feel herself growing more aroused by the moment. His words sent a shiver down her spine; they confirmed what she had suspected all along. Even though he was committed to MJ, there was something undeniable between them that went beyond friendship or mere attraction.

She leaned in closer still, their bodies pressing against each other so tightly that she could feel his heartbeat racing beneath her hand. Her fingers danced higher up his back now, tracing delicate circles around his shoulders and then lower again to cup the curve of his ass. The air between them was thick with desire; she could feel him growing harder against her, and her own body ached for release.

But despite their physical urges, they both knew that this wasn't just about sex; it was about so much more than that. It was about two people finding solace in each other's arms after years of loneliness and isolation. It was about trust and understanding, about the promise of something real and lasting.

The feel of Peter's warm seed against her leg and the knowledge that he had found release with her was both humbling and intoxicating. Diana looked down at him, their eyes locked together as she tried to process everything that had just happened. She could see the raw emotion on his face, the vulnerability that lay beneath his brave facade. And it made her heart ache for him even more.

Carefully, she reached down and wiped the semen from her leg, bringing her fingers back to her lips as if tracing an invisible connection between them. Then, slowly, she raised her hand and cupped his cheek, using her thumb to stroke gently across his bottom lip. "Thank you," she whispered softly. "For trusting me." Her gaze remained locked on his, full of tenderness and understanding.

Diana looked into Peter's eyes, her gaze steady and unwavering as she took his essence into her mouth. She didn't see him as Spider-Man or even Peter Parker; she saw him for who he truly was: a complex, passionate man whose heart ached for connection just like hers did. As she licked the last of his semen from her finger, she raised it back to his lips, tracing a slow circle around them before brushing the pad of her thumb gently across the sensitive skin beneath his eye.

"There's no need to be embarrassed," she whispered, her voice soft and soothing. "It's natural for us to express our feelings this way." She paused, considering their situation carefully before continuing. "But we must also be mindful of the consequences of our actions. We can't let anyone else get hurt in the process." Her thumb moved lower, tracing a gentle line down his chin and neck before coming to rest on the collar of his costume.

Peter nodded slowly, still struggling to compose himself. He couldn't deny that being with her like this had been an incredible experience; it felt almost wrong that something so good could exist in a world filled with such pain and suffering. But he knew that they needed to be careful, and he trusted Diana enough to follow her lead.

The world seemed to fade away as they remained locked in their embrace, the walls and vents surrounding them becoming nothing more than distant background noise. Diana's fingers tangled gently in Peter's hair, her thumb caressing his jawline as she studied his face. She knew that what had happened between them was special; it had defied all logic and reason. But even so, they couldn't ignore the responsibilities that came with their powers and their positions in the world.

"We should probably...," Diana started hesitantly, not quite sure how to phrase her thoughts without sounding cold or unfeeling. She paused, searching for the right words as she felt Peter nod in agreement against her touch. "We need to think about how we're going to handle this moving forward."

Her voice was soft and gentle, barely above a whisper, but there was steel behind it; determination not to let their feelings endanger either of them or the people they cared about. Peter raised an eyebrow in understanding as he looked into her eyes, seeing the strength she hid beneath her beauty and grace.

They sat together in silence for a moment longer, lost in their own thoughts and emotions, before finally pulling apart with reluctance. There was so much more they could say to each other, but for now it seemed best to leave things where they were: complicated, messy...and yet strangely right.

Diana studied Peter's face, her heart aching to understand everything that was going on behind those expressive eyes. She knew it wouldn't be easy for him to figure things out, but she also trusted him to make the right decision when he did. As they sat together like this, their bodies still so close despite the distance between them, she felt a strange mix of contentment and anticipation.

"I will help you," Diana assured him with a small smile, reaching out to brush her fingers through his hair once more. "We'll figure this out together." Her gaze drifted over his shoulders and down his back, lingering on the curve of his ass before slowly returning to meet his eyes. She felt a wave of desire wash over her at the memory of how they had been moments ago, but she knew that for now, it would have to wait until another time; when their worlds didn't seem so fragile and precarious.

With one final nod in agreement, Diana leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss against his forehead, not wanting to break the moment or any of the unspoken promises that lay between them. She knew that whatever came next would be difficult and uncertain, but she also had the feeling that as long as they were together, nothing could truly go wrong.

Diana was deep in concentration as she trained, her movements fluid and powerful as she unleashed a series of expertly-timed strikes against the training dummy. The room echoed with the thudding impacts, and sweat began to bead on her brow despite the cool air. She felt eyes upon her, and after a moment's hesitation, glanced over to see Peter watching her intently from the doorway. A soft blush crept up her cheeks as she caught his gaze, but she didn't let it distract her; instead, she winked at him before resuming her training with renewed focus.

Her ass swayed gently with each graceful movement, and Peter couldn't help but find himself mesmerized by the sight. It was strange how things had changed between them in such a short amount of time; they had gone from being colleagues to something more, and now he felt a connection to her that went beyond anything he'd ever experienced before. Even knowing that she wanted him to be happy, it was difficult for him not to wonder what the future might hold for them both.

As Diana finished her training, she wiped the sweat from her brow and turned to face Peter. Her eyes met his and she felt a familiar heat bloom in her cheeks at the realization that he was still watching her ass sway enticingly even after all this time. She licked her lips nervously before asking softly, "So... how are things going with you, Peter? Anything I can help you with?" Her hands found their way to her hips as she shifted from foot to foot, unaware that the motion was only emphasizing her curves and making it hard for him to focus on anything but how incredibly sexy she looked right now.

Peter cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Oh... uh, things are good," he stammered, forcing himself to look at something other than Diana's ass as he gestured around the room with a shrug. "Just training and making sure everything's in order." He felt like an idiot for sounding so flustered, but there was no denying the effect she had on him; her presence alone seemed to send his hormones into overdrive.

"Well if you ever need a spotter or someone to practice with," Diana offered with a warm smile, "you know where to find me." Her fingers drummed lightly against her hip as she tried not to grin too widely at the thought of spending more time with him; even if it was just in a training capacity.

Diana arched an eyebrow, her expression teasing as she studied Peter's face. "Oh come now," she drawled, waving a hand dismissively. "I'm not going to melt if I spend a little time with you." She smiled, trying to ease the tension that seemed to be building between them. It was clear he was having a hard time keeping his thoughts off her ass and other places; she could see it in the way his eyes kept drifting downward whenever they made contact with hers.

As Peter hugged her, Diana felt his hands lower to adjust her panties. She arched an eyebrow at him but didn't resist; instead, she let out a soft laugh as he smoothed the fabric between her cheeks. His touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but wonder how things could have possibly gone this far so quickly. They barely knew each other, and yet they found themselves caught up in a web of desire and longing that seemed impossible to escape.

"Thank you," she murmured into his ear as she hugged him tighter, reveling in the feel of his strong arms encircling her waist. "It's good to know I can still count on you." Her words were meant to be reassuring, but there was a hint of wistfulness behind them that made Peter look up at her with a question in his eyes.

"Even when things get... complicated?" he asked quietly, unable to keep the uncertainty from his voice. Diana smiled softly and leaned back, searching his face for any sign of what was going through his head.

"Yes," she said firmly. "Especially then." And with that, she leaned forward once more, kissing his masked cheek.

The words left Peter's lips like a confession, and Diana found herself unable to resist leaning forward once more, pressing her lips against his helmeted cheek. "I want nothing more than for you to be happy, Peter," she whispered sincerely. "And I know that means being with someone who can love you the way you deserve." Her fingers traced lightly over his chest as she spoke, drawing circles around his nipples through the fabric of his costume.

Her touch sent a shiver down Peter's spine, but he didn't pull away; instead, he found himself pressing closer against her, reveling in the feel of their bodies tangled together like this. The air between them seemed to crackle with an almost palpable energy as they stood there, neither one quite daring to take things any further for fear of what it might mean for them both and those who were close to them.

"You're amazing too," Peter said huskily against her ear. "And I... I don't want to see you hurt because of me." His hands moved lower, cupping her ass as he began to squeeze gently. She moaned softly into his ear at the sensation, and Peter knew that he was crossing a line here; but he couldn't seem to help himself where she was concerned.

Diana felt her body heat up as Peter's hands cupped her ass, his touch igniting a fire within her that she hadn't known was possible. His fingers dug deeper, massaging the flesh of her behind with expert skill, and she let out another soft moan into his ear. The sound only seemed to fuel him further; he could feel the arousal emanating from her body like a beacon calling to him in the darkness.

Her free hand moved up, trailing over his chest before coming to rest on his shoulder. "Peter," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his chest. The young hero let out a sharp breath at the feel of her soft curves pressed against him.

Diana felt the heat building within her as Peter's hands worked magic on her ass, and she reveled in the sensation of his body pressed against hers. His touch was strong yet gentle, and it sent a shiver of pleasure coursing through her entire being. Her free hand moved up to rest at the nape of his neck, and she pulled him closer still, wanting to feel every inch of him against her. She moaned softly into his ear as their tongues danced together in a heated tangle.

Her ass pressed tightly against his crotch, and she felt the growing bulge there grind against her. She could tell he was aroused too; it only made her want him more. With one final moan, Diana arched backward into Peter's touch, her breasts pressing firmly against his chest as they molded together perfectly. His hands moved up her sides, cupping and squeezing the flesh of her upper thigh before sliding higher to grip her hips tightly.

"Peter," she panted out between kisses, "I need you." The words were barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing and the throbbing beat of their hearts. She pressed herself even closer against him, hungry for his touch and desperate to feel him inside her. Her body felt electrified, every nerve ending alight with desire, and all she could think about was having him fill that ache that had been building inside her since the moment they first met.

Diana registered the sound of Peter's phone ringing as she moaned into his ear, lost in their passionate embrace. A slight frown marred her forehead at the interruption, but before she could say anything or suggest he ignore it, the young hero pulled back with a soft groan. "Shit," he muttered, glancing down at the screen of his phone where MJ's name was displayed.

The distance between them suddenly felt like an abyss as Diana watched Peter wrestle with himself over whether or not to answer the call. She knew how important it was for him to maintain a balance between his two lives, but she couldn't help feeling hurt and frustrated by the fact that their moment had been cut short. Her hands hovered uncertainly in the air before she finally settled on resting them lightly against Peter's shoulders.

"You should take it," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "You need to keep things in perspective." The words were difficult for her to say, but she knew they were true. She didn't want to be the reason he got into any more trouble than he already was; trouble that could potentially spill over onto her and those she cared about as well.

Peter took a shuddering breath before answering the call with a quiet "Hey." Diana watched him silently, her expression carefully neutral as she waited to see what MJ had to say.

Diana watched as Peter hung up the phone and turned back to face her, his expression a mix of regret and desire that tugged at her heartstrings. She wanted nothing more than to reach out and pull him close again, but she knew they couldn't. Not yet. "It's not your fault," she said softly, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "You have responsibilities just like I do." Even as the words left her lips, she found herself wishing things could be different; that Peter didn't have any ties to anyone else so that he could truly be with her whenever he wanted.

She moved forward, placing a gentle hand on his cheek before leaning in and brushing her lips against his. "I understand," she whispered. "And I trust you. Now go make things right with your girlfriend." Her words held both an unspoken promise of forgiveness if he did the right thing as well as a warning to not push his luck too far. With one final squeeze of his shoulder, she stepped back and nodded toward the door. "Go on."

As Peter turned and walked away, Diana could feel the weight of their connection pulling at her heartstrings. She knew they were in for a long, difficult road ahead, but she was determined to make it through together; no matter what obstacles might stand in their way.

As Peter entered the room, Diana felt her heart skip a beat when their eyes met across the chamber. There was a momentary spark between them before she quickly looked away, focusing on the agenda being discussed by Batman and Superman. Despite her best efforts to concentrate on the meeting at hand, her thoughts kept drifting back to him, and she could feel herself growing increasingly restless in her seat.

She knew they had to be careful not to give anything away during these meetings; it would only cause more problems for everyone involved. But sitting here so close to Peter, feeling the heat of his gaze on her body, was proving to be more difficult than she'd expected. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, wishing they could just have a few moments alone to tend to their growing desire for each other.

As the meeting dragged on, Diana found herself glancing over at Peter more often, wondering what he was thinking and if he was feeling as frustrated as she was. It wasn't long before her restlessness got the better of her; when an opportunity to slip away presented itself, she took it without hesitation.

Diana's heart raced as she made her way over to Peter, her mind filled with thoughts of what they might do if she managed to sit on his lap. She bit her lip nervously as she neared him, wondering how he would react to her boldness. When she finally reached the chair where he was seated, she smiled coyly up at him before straddling his lap. Her thighs surrounded him on either side, pressing against his hardening crotch through their costumes.

"So," she purred, leaning in close enough that her breasts brushed against his chest with each word. "How goes it with your lovely girlfriend?" It was a gentle taunt.

Diana laughed softly at the nervous look on Peter's face, her hand cupping his cheek tenderly as she leaned even closer. "Good," she whispered, feeling a shiver run down her spine at the contact between their skin. She could feel the tension emanating from him; he was fighting so hard to keep himself composed and not give anything away during these meetings, but the desire that lurked just below the surface was nearly impossible for her to ignore.

Her free hand slid down his chest, tracing circles around his nipples through his costume until they were tight and aching. Peter let out a sharp breath as she continued to tease him, his fingers fidgeting nervously on her thighs. He wanted nothing more than for them to lose themselves in each other right here, in the middle of the Justice League meeting; but he knew that wasn't an option. Not yet anyway.

"You should probably keep it down," she murmured, nipping playfully at his ear before leaning back and smiling at him. "Or they might start to suspect something." Her voice was teasing, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she met his gaze. Peter swallowed hard, still finding it difficult to form a coherent thought with Diana sitting on his lap like this.

As Diana continued to tease him, Peter struggled to keep his composure, fighting against the urge to push her back and take what he so desperately wanted. Her hands were magic on his body, driving him closer to the edge with every touch. She moved lower still, sliding a hand down between them and grasping his hard length through his suit. Peter let out a sharp breath as she began to stroke him in slow, sensual circles, her thumb rubbing against the sensitive head.

"Diana," he managed to say hoarsely, his hips pressing up into her touch unconsciously. He couldn't believe they were doing this; not here, not now. But it felt so good.

Diana felt Peter tense beneath her, his hips moving restlessly against her hand as she continued to stroke him. Her free hand slid up under his suit, massaging his clothed nipple before trailing down over the curve of his abs and back up again. The feel of him growing hard in her palm was intoxicating; it made her body ache with desire for more of him. She leaned closer still, her breath fanning across his ear as she teased him further.

"Do you think about me when MJ's got you all to herself?" Her fingers moved faster on his cock as she asked the question, her touch growing more urgent with need. "Do you close your eyes and imagine what it would be like if I were the one who had you?" His reaction to these questions only served to fan the flames of desire burning inside her. She could feel the warmth emanating from his body, and it was all she could do not to give in to temptation and take him right here.

Diana felt the hot seed splash against her skin, warm and thick as it spilled between their bodies. She took a moment to savor the sensation before glancing up at Peter's flushed face. His eyes were closed, his lips parted in a silent moan of pleasure as he rode out the waves of release coursing through him. It was clear that he had never expected such a thing to happen, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of power run through her at having brought him so close to losing control like this.

Slowly, she slid her hand back up his body, trailing fingers along the defined muscles of his abdomen before coming to rest on his chest again. Her touch was light and gentle now, soothing as she watched him recover from his orgasm. She knew they couldn't stay like this for long, not without drawing too much attention to themselves; but for these few precious moments, she savored the closeness they shared.

Diana watched as Peter's breathing slowly returned to normal, her fingers idly tracing circles on his chest with a soft, gentle touch. She knew they couldn't stay like this forever; it was only a matter of time before someone noticed them and asked questions they wouldn't be able to answer without revealing too much about their true identities. But for now, she savored the closeness they shared, the intimacy that had been built up over the past few days despite all their obstacles.

His fingers moved higher on her hip before sliding around to rest lightly on her rear end, giving it a possessive squeeze. The contact sent shivers down her spine and made her heart race even faster than before. She shifted slightly, pressing her body more fully against his in response to the touch; she wanted him to know that despite everything, this was real, and she wasn't about to forget it anytime soon.

Diana smiled at the sight of Peter watching her clean his cum off her hand, the hunger in his eyes leaving no doubt about how much he wanted her. She slid her fingers into her mouth once more, sucking them clean before letting out a small moan that vibrated through her throat. His cock twitched at the sound, and she felt another wave of desire wash over her as their bodies were pressed so tightly together.

As if sensing how close he was to losing control again, Diana eased herself off Peter's lap, sliding smoothly from his body with a soft purr of satisfaction. "Perhaps we should focus on the meeting now," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his as she stood up.

Diana smiled at Spider-Man's last comment as she took her seat once more, the memory of his hot cum on her fingers still sending shivers down her spine. She gave him a sultry wink before turning her attention back to the meeting, focusing on what was being said but never forgetting for even a moment that Peter was sitting right there beside her; his gaze burning into her back, the air between them charged with desire.

As the meeting progressed and they discussed various plans and strategies, Diana found herself growing increasingly antsy, wishing they could find some time alone to really explore their newfound connection. Every time she caught a glimpse of his eyes locked on her, her body responded with a shiver of longing; every touch, every whisper was magnified tenfold by the knowledge that they were supposed to be enemies but were inexplicably drawn to each other instead.

It wasn't until the meeting finally came to an end and people began filing out that Diana managed to tear her eyes away from Peter long enough to focus on something else; anything else. She knew they couldn't afford any more distractions, not when there was still so much at stake for both of them. As she stood up, straightening her suit and mentally preparing herself for whatever might come next, Diana glanced over at Peter one last time before turning to follow the others out of the room. The expression on his face said it all: he wanted her just as badly as she did him; maybe even more so. She only hoped they could find a way to make it work, no matter how dangerous the consequences might be.

Diana blushed at Peter's enthusiastic praise, feeling her cheeks heat up as she took it all in. She leaned forward slightly, allowing him better access to her rear end as he adjusted her armor and panties. The feel of his hands on her skin sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume them both.

"Thank you," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes met his, and in the depths of their emerald green pools lurked an intensity that spoke volumes about the connection they shared. It was clear that they were both fighting against the pull they felt towards each other; trying desperately to keep things professional and under control. But with every passing moment, it grew harder and harder to deny what lay between them.

As Peter's hands continued to massage her ass, Diana struggled to focus on the news he was about to share. The feel of him touching her like this was intoxicating, sending shockwaves of desire through her body that left her lightheaded and breathless. It took all of her self-control not to wrap her arms around him and lose herself in his embrace right here, in the middle of the Justice League meeting.

"What... what is it?" she managed to ask, her voice coming out husky and needy. Her eyes searched his face for any hint of what he was about to say, but found only tenderness and concern there. It was clear that Peter cared deeply for her; perhaps even more than she had originally thought.

Diana arched an eyebrow, her expression one of curiosity rather than surprise. She'd known Peter and MJ hadn't been on the best terms lately, but she hadn't expected him to leave so abruptly. "Why now?" she asked, her voice gentle as her hands came to rest lightly on his shoulders.

Peter looked up at her, his eyes holding hers tightly. "Because I want to be with you." He whispered softly. There it was; the truth he'd been desperately trying not to admit even to himself. "I can't stop thinking about us... about what we could have together." His voice trembled slightly, and his hands trembled too as they traced idle circles on her skin.

Diana felt her heart skip a beat at Peter's confession; she hadn't expected him to be so bold, so honest with her. She swallowed hard, the emotion welling up inside her threatening to spill over. "And what about your... responsibilities?" she asked carefully, not wanting to push him too far but needing to know where they stood.

"They're not as important as this." Peter said firmly, his gaze never leaving hers. He leaned in closer, the air between them electric with desire and possibility. "I want to be with you, Diana. I want us to figure out a way to make this work... together." His voice was barely more than a whisper, but it echoed through her mind like a shout, filling her with hope and excitement.

Diana's heart raced as Peter's words echoed through her mind, filling her with an unfamiliar sense of hope and anticipation. She could feel the tension in the air between them, the spark of desire that seemed to crackle and sizzle whenever they were close. His confession left her breathless, and she knew that she couldn't ignore these feelings any longer.

She leaned forward, closing the distance between them until their faces were mere inches apart. "I want this too." Her voice was soft but steady, her emerald eyes never leaving his. "But we must be careful. We can't let anyone know what's happening between us." She hesitated for a moment, remembering everything that was at stake if their secret were to ever come to light.

"We need to find a way to balance our lives... and our hearts." Her thumb brushed against his cheekbone gently before tracing the curve of his jaw, her touch sending shivers down his spine. "I want to explore this with you, Peter... but we must be smart about it."

Her gaze locked on his, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation in his eyes. But all she found was sincerity and determination, a promise that he was just as committed to making this work as she was. For now, that was enough.