Chapter 3: Touring Themyscira: Part Two: Questions at the Great Library of Themyscira
The sun dipped low over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as Diana and Ororo walked back to the citadel, their fingers entwined, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their passion. Diana felt a warmth in her chest, a contentment that always washed over her when she spent time with her lovers. She loved the way Ororo's hand fit in hers, the way her fingers intertwined with her own, a perfect match. She loved the scent of her, the taste of her, the sound of her laughter. She loved the way Ororo looked at her, her eyes filled with adoration and desire.