MHA #2 | Friday Morning

[defenderofdesmoines]

So, with all the excitement, this had absolutely been one of the most memorable weeks of Annie's life.

It had, also, notably, been weirdly...inactive, in other ways. In, specifically, a way in which she was usually pretty active these days.

There had been the whole flaming-hot apartment/freezing-cold shower issue on Tuesday, the whole jello shot issue on Wednesday, and between life and training and packing (yes, the new place was furnished but what if she needed something?), she and Diego had been sort of...missing each other.

Which was why Friday morning, when Annie sleepily meandered into the bathroom and turned on the shower -- and the water came out pleasantly warm, as it should, thank you -- it only took her a moment to get an idea.

"Hey, Diego?" She ducked her head out of the bathroom, pulling a towel around herself loosely. "Can you come here?"

Her tone, at least, was very much not one of distress, so hopefully he wouldn't, like, feel the need to come running. (Unless he did. Seriously, it had been since before the kids got here. That was like centuries in sex time.)

[for someone(s).]

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[knife_bender]

"Oh no, more attempts at sex," Diego said. "Anything but that."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I have to go to class," Annie told him, leaning up for another kiss. Which meant that she needed to like actually shower responsibly, "but when I'm back, I thought that bed thing had merit, right?"

Cool so they were gonna spend a nice chunk of their Friday getting frustrated.

[knife_bender]

"Good plan," he said, kissing her back. "I'll start setting the bear traps."