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Veronica, as a rule, did not relish being saved by anyone. She particularly did not care for it when the person saving her was Wonder Woman.

Unfortunately, she didn't have a choice in this case.

She'd noticed a discrepancy in her company's finances, tracing back to one of her auxiliary labs and had decided to pay them a surprise visit. Upon her arrival, she'd discovered the source of the discrepancies: one of her lab directors had, for reasons that escaped Veronica, decided that the best use of the lab's resources was to dabble with magic.

Veronica had been underprepared for this turn of events, and didn't know exactly what the substances kept in containers around the lab were for, or the purpose of the occult markings on the floor.

She turned to one of the lab workers, about to interrogate them about her rogue lab director, when things went from bad to worse: Wonder Woman showed up.

Small mercies, Diana was actually there for the lab director, and not Veronica herself. Then things happened almost too quickly for Veronica to catch— a short fight between Wonder Woman and the lab director, with the lab director using magic— the few employees still in the lab scrambling to get out— a beam of magic going astray and hitting some of the substances she'd seen— an explosion— her lab director disappearing into thin air.

That was when Diana picked Veronica up, flying her away from the explosion— but not fast enough to avoid the two of them getting splashed by the mix of magical substances that Veronica's rogue lab director had been studying.

Diana's arms cradled her firmly. It was entirely undignified, being carried like this, and Veronica hoped none of her employees saw her— but she also wasn't blind. Wonder Woman's visual appeal wasn't entirely lost on Veronica.

It had been far too long since she'd gotten laid, if she was thinking about Diana like that. She was getting warm just thinking about it, like a fucking lovesick teenager.

Diana deposited her in one of the upper floors of the building next door— an office building also belonging to Veronica's company, unaffected by the explosion.

Veronica smoothed her hair and skirt. She took off her jacket and tossed it to the side; whatever the substance was that had gotten onto it, it was a write-off. Her shirt and skirt were ruined, too. She considered taking them off— helping Diana out of that thing she called a costume—

She shook her head, as if to physically rid herself of the thoughts.

"I believe there may have been something in that mixture that is affecting how I think." Diana took a step towards Veronica, focusing so intently on her that Veronica almost backed away.

But Veronica had never backed down from a challenge. "I think it's affecting me, too," she said. She licked her lips and watched Diana watch her. "Like an aphrodisiac, almost."

The office they were in was unoccupied, for the moment. She suspected the occupants had been evacuated when the lab explosion had occurred. Assuming the lab safety measures hadn't all been entirely dismantled so that the lab director could play with magic, that was how it should have happened.

There was no one to see her do exactly what she wanted to do, which was to close the distance between herself and Diana and kiss her. It wasn't a tender thing or a romantic one; it was animalistic, closer to an attack. Diana's hands closed firmly around her upper arms, holding her in place with a near-infuriating ease.

"This is a terrible idea," Diana said, between kisses.

"The worst," Veronica agreed. Even under outside influence, she knew that.

"Perhaps if we attempted to resist it, it would naturally fade," Diana said. Despite her words— exactly the kind of reasoning Veronica expected from Diana— she made no move to release Veronica.

"That doesn't seem anywhere near as fun," Veronica said. She knew she wasn't thinking clearly, but she didn't care. She just wanted to get her hands on Diana, to find out if it was possible to mark up that impossibly perfect skin.

Diana effortlessly lifted her up and set her on a nearby desk. Veronica kicked her shoes off, heedless of where they landed, and pulled off her shirt, popping several buttons in the process. Diana quickly divested her of her bra, letting it fall onto the floor next to the bracelets Diana had already discarded.

She pulled Diana into another kiss, raking her fingernails down Diana's back and biting on her lip. Diana growled, an animalistic sound that sent sparks of arousal shooting through Veronica, and nipped at Veronica's jaw.

Veronica ran her hands down Diana's body, to her muscled thighs and firm ass as Diana mouthed at Veronica's tits. And then she pushed Veronica backwards, her shoulders hitting the desk roughly, pushed up Veronica's tight skirt, and pulled off Veronica's soaked underwear.

Diana ran a hand lightly, teasingly up Veronica's thigh.

Veronica tightened her legs around Diana, attempting to crush her closer, though of course she didn't have the physical strength to make Wonder Woman move. "Would you hurry up?"

Diana laughed a little, a throaty sound that Veronica loved and hated both. And then her mouth was on Veronica's cunt, and Veronica didn't have to think about her own feelings about Diana anymore. Apparently living on an island of women had taught her a few things after all.

Veronica dug her fingers into Diana's hair, tugging it roughly as Diana ate her out. Her tongue teased at Veronica's clit and Veronica shuddered. It was almost too much stimulation, but she still didn't want Diana to stop— couldn't let Diana stop. Not while she still felt like her veins were on fire, while she still couldn't think clearly for wanting.

Veronica suspected there would be bruises on her thighs from how tightly Diana was holding her. In this state, something about that thought was pleasing— that she'd made Wonder Woman, usually so careful, lose control.

Even when Diana pulled an orgasm out of her, it wasn't enough for Veronica yet. She let Diana pull her into another kiss, a little softer than the earlier ones, savoring the taste of herself on Diana's lips.

"Would you take that stupid costume off?" Veronica finally managed to ask.

Diana didn't even bother to argue that her costume wasn't stupid, though Veronica knew she'd normally drone on about Themyscira and symbolism. Diana's skin was tan and flawless, almost inhuman in its perfection.

Veronica teased at Diana's brown nipples, rolling one of them in between her fingers and pinching it. The sensation didn't seem to hurt Diana— Veronica would have to try much harder to really hurt her, she suspected— but the sound she made was almost enough to make Veronica come again. Having an Amazon— Wonder Woman herself— coming apart under her fingers was a more powerful feeling than she had even imagined.

She stepped closer to Diana and kissed her again, hungrily, fiercely. Slipping two fingers into Diana's cunt, Veronica began to fuck her, still teasing at Diana's tits with her other hand. As Diana nipped at Veronica's neck and collarbone, where she was sure to have marks tomorrow, Veronica continued to fuck Diana, occasionally brushing against Diana's clit, until she finally pushed Diana over the edge of an orgasm.

"Are you feeling—" Diana began, once she'd recovered a bit.

Veronica was feeling slightly more clear-headed than she had been, but— "I think we should try that again. Just in case."

Diana hesitated, but only slightly. "Agreed."