A lush bed of viridescent grass cushions your bodies. Resplendent rays of the golden sun shine, marrying with the ripples of the stream that flows nearby. Diana's fingers languorously maunder over the mélange of fresh fruit that's between you. The companionable hush among you is only briefly punctuated by a lovely zephyr, tousling Diana's sable curls. From among the spread, she plucks a ripe fig and presents it to your plush lips. Lustrous juice trickles down your chin as you bite.

Diana's thumb lovingly swipes the juice away as her eyes remain on you. As she brings the fig to herself, teeth sinking into the sweet flesh, Diana's gaze speaks to a hunger that's chasmic— and entirely incapable of being satisfied by a mere fig. An urgency thrums in her chest, a quiet but relentless pulse that drives her to draw nearer to you, to savor every fleeting moment. She tosses the fruit over her shoulder. The tranquility of the stream is punctured by the fig as it rips through the surface, sinking into the bed of rocks below the current.

"My love," Diana warmly murmurs, nimbly maneuvering to slot herself between your legs. She has every intention of decoding the thoughts that assail her mind; however, her will cannot withstand the desire to find solace in you. Diana peppers rathe kisses across your jawline. The world— and unfortunately her confession— are momentarily lost as the heat of your bodies mingles, as shallow breaths share the sweetness of fig.

The urgency in Diana’s touch speaks of more than just desire— it is a plea, a silent cry for more time, for the world to stand still just a little longer.

"I must tell you something." Diana presses a lingering kiss to your temple, coming to rest her forehead against yours. "I have been thinking about the world beyond our shores. Man's World. It is in turmoil, and I feel this pull, this... need to help. It is imperative that I leave Themyscira to do so."