Annie Hargreeves (
defenderofdesmoines) wrote2020-11-24 07:21 am
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MCA #9 | Tuesday Evening
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.]
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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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.
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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.
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Which was fine, considering Annie came with her own surprises, so to speak.
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At least it was easy to take off?
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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.
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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."
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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.
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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.
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He gave Annie an appreciative once over before going in for another kiss. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of that.
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Patience wasn't his forte, okay?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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She was faintly aware of a flutter of nerves she was ignoring, because she really liked Diego and didn't want to mess this up, and, okay, the strength thing hadn't chased him off, but maybe she should warn him about what her eyes did when - but that seemed...presumptuous?
Was it, though, when she was also working a hand in between them to try to undo his pants?
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And really, now that her hands were free, what she wanted to do with them was reach up to cup Diego's face and kiss him. It might have been a little on the needy side, but she felt like she was allowed.
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It sure seemed okay. Like, again, they had all night, but she'd noticed.
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