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Vought Tower | Monday Afternoon

Had Annie spent today doing something important? Maybe helping disadvantaged youths, or stopping a train full of people from hurtling off a broken bridge?

No, of course not. She had spent her morning shooting a commercial for her new oil-free facewash brand, WISH.

But, whatever. At least she was helping...teenagers fight acne? Right?

And more importantly, she was actually expecting a visitor today, now that she was done with her shoot and didn't have anything else lined up for the day. So, once she'd returned to her apartment, she'd wrangled herself out of her uniform and into a hoodie and some leggings -- like normal, because everything here was normal and this would go fine -- and sent Diego a text.

check in w/security when you get here, and then take the elevator up to the 99th floor. take a right, and my door has my name on it.

Or, well. It said Starlight, anyway.

can't wait to see you!!!!!!!! xoxoxoxoxo

Her effusiveness was a little put on, yes, but Annie was trying to get herself there. She really, really had missed him, even if she was already feeling a little uneasy about her decision to -- at least for this first visit -- try to keep things positive, and to just...move on from the stuff that had happened last week.

They didn't have that much time. Why ruin the few hours they had together right now by bringing up...you know, awfulness?

[for he who is visiting, of course! ETA: NWS]

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"I missed you too," Diego said, lazily running his hand over Annie's thigh. "I'm glad you asked me to come here. I really missed being near you, like this."

Annie's expression turned sad for about a second before she caught herself. She had missed him so much, more than she could even say right now, and being close to him like this was helping.

Even if she could still practically feel the wedge she was also driving between them with her secrets. (Though Annie didn't want to think of it as keeping secrets. It was more like -- like she was protecting him. And herself. And their relationship. If she never said anything about how bad things were, they could just...move on. Just because she was hurting didn't mean he had to be, right?)

"Me too," she said after a moment, curling herself a little closer and tracing a light pattern against his arm. "I realized how much I take you for granted."

Not just his physical presence, either, though that was certainly part of it.

"I get that. I'm missing things I didn't even realize I'd miss," he said with a small smile. "Steve brought me coffee at work and it definitely was not the same."

It just made her sadder about how long she'd waited to see him -- there had been opportunity on Friday, and this wasn't exactly her first afternoon off, either. But, while Annie wasn't exactly doing a great job of managing her feelings, she also knew she would have absolutely lost it if she'd seen Diego sooner.

"Did it have butter in it?" Annie guessed lightly, smiling a little wistfully in spite of herself.

He laughed lightly. "No. Is that a thing?"

"I guess with Steve it is," Annie said, reaching up to lightly run her hand over his hair. "It's like a health bro thing. It sounds super gross."

See, this was nice. Laying here and talking and just engaging with little, light touches as they occurred to her? Annie could do that without thinking at all about whether she was doing it right or being weird, or chasing away any thoughts that didn't belong. If she could do this, why was the other stuff harder?

Maybe she wasn't trying hard enough.

"I already gave him shit for replacing Danny's snacks with beet chips," Diego said, closing his eyes and leaning towards her touch. "And warned him if he kept it up he'd have Five to deal with, but I don't think he took the warning seriously."

Which was just foolish on Steve's part.

"I mean, to be fair," Annie noted, dragging her fingernails very, very lightly, "it's hard to take Five seriously unless you've seen him in action."

What with being a child and all.

"Well, I warned him," Diego said, slowly moving his hand along Annie's leg. "I am no longer responsible for what happens."

"I'm sorry for not being there to bring you coffee myself," Annie said, keeping her words and tone light even given how much she was regretting putting them both in this position.

At least, this position in their relationship -- their current physical position was allowing her to be close with him again, which she had missed, but to move at her own, slow pace.

Maybe slow was just the answer here, today?

Annie curled a little closer so she could lean in to kiss Diego again, soft and a little hesitant.

Diego kissed her back, following the slow and soft pace she was setting. He was more than happy to give her whatever she needed at the moment, even if he didn't quite understand her mood.

He slid his hand up her side, moving slowly and deliberately, almost like he was afraid he was going to scare her or something.

Annie was glad that he was following her lead here, even if she wasn't ready to explain what had her moving so hesitantly and deliberately. (She still honestly wasn't sure she could; she knew where it started, but it wasn't as though the incident last week was all of it.)

She gave a pleased, encouraging hum into the kiss, sliding her own hand along Diego's side and keeping her touch light and exploratory.

"I love you." Seemed like a good time to remind herself of that, but Annie was also aware that she might be throwing him off enough that he needed to hear it, too.

"I love you too," he murmured. He did need to hear it, and the fact nobody said it before now was unusual. "So much."

"So much," Annie agreed, kissing him again and contorting a hand behind herself to unclasp her bra.

She wanted to lose herself in him, and she knew she could. She had before. And she knew that if she could just get over this -- weirdness, it would get easier.

And then she'd probably laugh at herself for being so worried and weird about it all. That was probably how this would go.

Diego moved to help her take it off, gently running his hands over her arms. He ducked his head down to kiss her neck lightly, not biting or attempting (and failing) to leave marks like he would in the past.

And as much as she loved when he was rougher -- at least in part because it was hot to feel that badly wanted -- the gentleness was really kind of working well for Annie today. For, like, several reasons.

"Slow is okay?" she murmured, skimming a hand up his back. She wasn't going to say why she wanted to go slow right now, but she also couldn't just keep pretending that they wouldn't have normally been doing this, like, on on the couch if they'd even made it that far, given how they usually were with each other after an absence. (Honestly, given how they normally were, it was kind of amazing they were still working their way towards round one.)

But right now she was still thinking too much for that, and worrying to herself about whether she was putting her hands in the right places or kissing him normally.

"Yeah, of course," Diego said, sitting up on his elbow so he could look at her. "Whatever you want."

"It's about what you want, too," Annie pointed out softly.

She really, really didn't want him to think that the weirdness was his fault, even if she was also unwilling for now to just go ahead and clear it up conclusively.

(Because the weirdness was her fault, and she didn't want to ruin the visit.)

"I want this," he said, leaning in to kiss her again. Sure, it was different from how things usually went, but so long as he was close to her it didn't really matter.

And for right now, at least, that was enough for Annie to give in to how melty Diego's words made her feel, and how sweet and normal it felt to kiss him, and how her body was responding to his, even if it was a little slower to act than usual.

She slid a hand up to gently cup his cheek, while her other dipped low to carefully (hesitantly) start working on his pants.

Diego nuzzled against her hand, letting her go at her own pace even if a part of him wanted to jerk his hips up to encourage her to go faster. He slowly slid a hand up her chest, gently circling his thumb around her nipple.

That was nice (and familiar; familiar was really doing a lot for Annie, right now, which she wasn't questioning), and Annie arched into his touch with a soft, somewhat-more-eager sigh.

She got his pants undone enough to slip her hand inside just to brush her thumb across a hipbone, still light and teasing, but a smidge more confident.

Diego smiled, keeping up the movement of his hand. That sort of reaction encouraged him to deepen the kiss, gently nipping at her bottom lip.

Annie let out a soft moan, letting herself just enjoy this and feel good for a minute. No thinking. And distractions like how he was kissing her right now were a great way to keep from overthinking.

She returned the gesture, biting very gently at his lower lip and pressing a little closer to bring her hips flush with his.

Edited 2021-04-27 14:58 (UTC)

Diego shifted slightly, slipping one of his legs between hers. In this position it was probably easier to tell that even though things were different than usual, she was still having the same effect on him.

But since it had been awhile for them it probably wasn't all that surprising that it didn't take a whole lot to get him going right now.

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