MCA #9 | Tuesday Evening

[defenderofdesmoines]

So, Annie was doing this Christmas party next Friday. And, really, regardless of the party, she had been tasked with ensuring Diego got the whole Christmas experience, this year.

And a vital part of the Christmas experience? Wearing weird, tacky, semi-humiliating holiday-themed clothes.

So, she'd invited Diego over and had managed to make hot chocolate without burning her apartment down, and was now lounging next to him on her couch with her laptop positioned on her legs. 

"How about this one?"

Did it matter that it was still two days before Thanksgiving? No, and stop judging her.

[for Rambo's ninja cousin. ETA: don't read this at work, omg.]

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[knife_bender]

"You're off to a good start," he said, placing a hand on Annie's thigh.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Yeah, Annie was just going to shove her laptop off to a neighboring cushion, since it was starting to get in the way, and that freed her up a little to press in closer as she kissed her way along his neck. "How nice do I have to be to get tinsel back on the table?"

She was looking to be pretty nice, anyway, regardless.

[knife_bender]

"Halfway to tinsel," he joked, moving his arm around Annie's waist to encourage her to move up onto his lap. "Still a distance away from me in a Santa hat."

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie was pretty easily encouraged, since she'd been thinking about maneuvering into his lap, anyway. "Good to know the scale. I'm definitely going to try to get you in a Santa hat," she decided, threading her arms around his neck once she was settled and leaning in to kiss him again, lingering a bit this time.

[knife_bender]

Let's be real, it would not take much to convince Diego to wear a Santa hat. He would pretty much agree to anything Annie asked. Especially in this position.

He kept an arm wrapped around Annie's waist while the other slid up her back in the name of keeping her steady (and in the name of touching). He was not looking to pull away from the kiss any time soon.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Hey, Annie appreciated him looking out for her stability, since it allowed her to shift a little so she was straddling him, one knee to either side of his hips.

And maybe his shirt was kind of interesting, now. Or at least Annie was interested in lightly running her fingers down along the back of his neck and into his collar to experimentally touch his back, a little. Give her a minute to work up the courage to try to get his shirt off entirely.

[knife_bender]

Would she be more or less nervous if she knew he had a few knives strapped to his chest under there?

Diego was a little more confident, not hesitating to slide his hand under her shirt to run his fingers over her hips.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Less nervous but also kind of more turned on?

Annie did have the presence of mind to employ one of her favorite little show-offy tricks, which was to use her powers to dim the lights a bit. And she didn't even have to pause in kissing him! Which was good since, yeah, now she was lightly skimming her hands down his chest and snaking them under his shirt to graze her palms against his waist.

[knife_bender]

Okay, that was pretty cool. And he clearly found it hot 'cause he was tightening his hold on Annie, kissing her just a bit harder.

[defenderofdesmoines]

See, and that just emboldened her to slide her hands further up his chest, enjoying the feel of his bare skin -

Hang on.

Annie pulled back just a little, and it was honestly a mark of how well she was getting to know Diego that the question she asked did not start with why, but instead, "How many knives do you have on you right now?"

Because seriously. The plan had been online shopping with cocoa, Diego, honestly.

[knife_bender]

"Not as many as I usually do?" Just a casual amount of knives!

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Did you think ninjas were going to climb in my bedroom windows?" she teased softly. Teasing aside, it was pretty obvious she thought that it was kind of hot - just also sort of...new.

Which was fine, considering Annie came with her own surprises, so to speak.

[knife_bender]

"Hey we're in the same building as Danny and Steve, anything could happen," he joked. He went to pull his shirt off, showing that he had been wearing a harness with about five knives tucked away on it."

At least it was easy to take off?

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You're gonna have to teach me about all of your accessories," Annie decided, biting her lower lip and leaning back a little to appreciate that view for just a moment before hesitantly reaching out to assist with taking that harness off. "Nice of you to take it easy on me today."

See, she at least could recognize that this was totally, like, light, when it came to the various ways he stored knives on his person.

[knife_bender]

Diego chuckled. "This one is the easy one."

Once that was off and resting safely on the floor he leaned back against the couch to get back to what they were doing...and then remembered he had another knife tucked into the back of his pants, which he quickly got rid of. "Last one, I swear."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You sure?" Annie asked, raising her brows as she carefully started moving out of his lap. It sort of seemed like a change of venue might be in order, anyway. "Want me to double-check?"

She was feeling both a lot more confident and a little more nervous, but in a good way. Annie thought that was pretty normal, considering she was reaching for his hand so she could lead him the short distance into her bedroom.

[knife_bender]

"I mean, I wouldn't say no to a pat down," Diego said, taking the offered hand and following. He was getting the good kind of nerves too.

[defenderofdesmoines]

And once they were in her room and near her bed, Annie helpfully dispensed with her shirt, too.

She didn't have anything super interesting on underneath it, just a bra. No knives. It was kind of a pretty bra, at least, since she had maybe kind of anticipated-slash-hoped-for this outcome, a little.

[knife_bender]

Diego hadn't put much thought into what he was wearing under his pants but--spoiler alert--his boxer briefs were black. Like everything else he owned.

He gave Annie an appreciative once over before going in for another kiss. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of that.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Yeah, kissing was already pretty great, and then you added the whole skin-on-skin thing and suddenly kissing was the greatest. Annie leaned in against Diego, arms sliding up around his neck again in an effort to be closer.

[knife_bender]

Diego couldn't stop touching now that he could. He ran his hands over whatever bare skin he could touch, all while subtly-not-so-subtly leading her towards the bed.

Patience wasn't his forte, okay?

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie was more than happy to be led, giving a soft hum of approval when her knees found the bed. She carefully backed down onto the bed, pulling Diego with her.

It was possible she was a tiny bit eager, too, which he could probably tell from the way her hands were roaming down over his arms and chest, though she was making a very conscious effort to be gentle.

[knife_bender]

If Diego had known, he would have been appreciative of her trying to be gentle. Being with someone stronger than him was so new--when he crawled up on the bed to follow her he was mindful of not putting his full weight on her, not even thinking about how that wasn't really necessary.

He was even more gentle than he needed to be when he moved down to kiss her neck, careful to not leave marks. As if he could.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Yeah, fun fact: guess who couldn't even get a hickey?

The thing was, gentleness from someone like Diego was kind of insanely hot, considering he'd just had six knives on him. (At least! There could be more. She was investigating, don't worry.) Annie arched her neck to accommodate him, sighing softly and lightly running her nails along his shoulders - again, being gentle, because she was going for sensation rather than trying to leave a mark.

[knife_bender]

She would soon find out that Diego was kind of a romantic sap about everything.

He arched his back under Annie's hands, encouraging a firmer touch. He busied himself kissing his way down her neck, biting down lightly when he got down to her shoulder.