[Diana sends a silent prayer up to Hestia for how clever her lariat is, as it winds itself into a neat coil at her waist before she can even think to do it herself. This frees her hands to wrap around Wynonna's waist, holding her close and pressing her forehead right back against her. She takes in a deep breath, relief flooding her like a drug, and she rubs her thumbs in gentle circles at her hips.]
The feeling is mutual. [There's an indescribable tenderness in her voice. She doesn't know what she would have done if Wynonna wasn't here--lost her temper and torn the city apart until she found a way to get back to her and Frank, probably. But that's all been avoided, thanks to the simple fact that she's here and safe.] Same for me. [She huffs out a quiet laugh.] I never thought I was a deep sleeper, but I guess I was wrong.
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The feeling is mutual. [There's an indescribable tenderness in her voice. She doesn't know what she would have done if Wynonna wasn't here--lost her temper and torn the city apart until she found a way to get back to her and Frank, probably. But that's all been avoided, thanks to the simple fact that she's here and safe.] Same for me. [She huffs out a quiet laugh.] I never thought I was a deep sleeper, but I guess I was wrong.