#wonderwoman imagine

Request: Could I ask for a “one bed trope” with Diana?

Thanks  @wildefire for the request, my life has sorely been laking so cute Diana.

You and Diana had been on the run for a couple of days, the world was under the incorrect assumption that she was evil. It was a ploy started by Lex Luthor, and all of the enhanced individuals on the Justice League were driven into hiding. Diana had insisted that you traveled with her, safety in small numbers or something.

The two of you had been traveling for days, and while Diana seemed to not need any sleep you truly did.

Today was the most difficult part of your journey, it was day three of no sleeping and just driving. The rain was coming down in sheets, dangerously heavy, and the wind was shaking your sturdy car slightly. And because Diana was an Amazon and didn’t really know how to drive, you were the only one who had been. You were tired and had a head ache.

“Diana, I see a motel, can we stop for tonight?” You asked, pointing out your window to a sign advertising a crappy motel with vacancy.

Diana opened her mouth, she looked like she was going to say no, but when she saw you, tired with dark bags under your eyes her face softened. Diana often forgets that you aren’t as powerful as she is.

“Okay.” Diana spoke softly, and you thanked her.

Pulling off into the motel’s parking lot, you sent Diana in to get a room, pushing the cash that Bruce had given you when he found out you needed to run into her hands. You were so tired that you figured you might fall asleep while trying to receive the keys. You forced her to leave her sword with you, which she wasn’t all to happy about but grumbiling agreed.

Diana returned to you moments later, a room key in her hands. She helped you into the room, both of your bags on her back. You opened the door to the room and you almost ran to the giant bed without a second thought, expect you realised that there was only one giant bed.

“Diana.” You muttered, you face flushed red, “There’s only one bed.”

Diana looked at you as if you were dumb, but you felt your face on fire. How could you be expected to sleep in the same bed as Diana, she was the most beautiful woman on the planet, and you were being asked to sleep in a bed with her? This was not going to end well.

“This was the only room they had.” Diana replied.

You nodded dumbly and went to sit on the edge of the bed, nervous energy suddenly replacing your tiredness.

“Are you sure we should be sleeping… together?” You asked, ignoring the double meaning, because Diana probably didn’t catch it.

This felt improper, Diana is a princess of a mystical place. And sure she is a warrior princess, but it still feels improper, as if you should be on the floor or something.

“Of course.” Diana waved her hand dismissively, sitting on the other side of the bed and tugging off her shoes.

You felt the flush deepen, but followed suit. When you finished getting on your sleepingware you turned to see Diana only in her underwear, you almost choked on your own spit. She is beautiful, and Amazonian model, and you were about to sleep in the same bed as the scantily clad woman.

“Is this alright?” Diana asked noticing your reaction.

“No-Yeah. I mean it’s alright, lets go to bed.” You replied stumbling over your words and feeling foolish.

Diana nodded, and you slipped under the covers. Diana chose to sleep on top of the covers, her sword next to her side of the bed. She had insisted on sleeping closer to the door, and extra layer of protection. You smiled at the thought of her protecting you.

The bed was not large, there was only about an inch of empty space between you and Diana, and you could feel her warmth, even as you burrowed under the blankets. She slept with her black to the door, facing you, and you faced her as well.

You were driting off, happily almost asleep when you felt soft fingers brush against the side of your face. Diana’s touch was feather light, so light you almost didn’t think it was there.

You were about to open your eyes, you didn’t know what you would say, but you were saved when Diana began to whisper into the darkness. Her voice was honey sweet and smooth, but quiet enough that it wouldn’t have roused you if you were awake. “My brave beautiful Y/N, thank you for coming with me.”

This was different than the warrior Diana you were used to. Her voice was so soft and sweet, kindness radiating from her words, and they filled your stomach with a warmth that you weren’t used to.

“You are so strong, coming with me. I owe you everything, you are the reason I fight and I breath.” Diana continued, still thinking you were asleep. You didn’t know what to do, what to do with this information. The most beautiful princess in the world was enamoured with you? You wanted to smile, but you were too tired.

You were too exhausted to crap your eyes open, or to speak, so instead you moved across the inch of empty space and curled up into her. After a surprised second, Diana’s strong hands wrapped around you, her hands sorching even through the blanket wrapped around you.

There was silence for a long moment, and you could feel sleep coming up to claim you. That was when you felt the kiss on your forehead, a warm and solid pressure of her lips. You wanted to smile, but you were on the edge of dreams that you weren’t even sure if this was real.

What you did know was tomorrow morning you would be talking to Diana, and telling her that you felt the same way.