defenderofdesmoines | MCA #9

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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.]

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"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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

Annie made a soft, pleased noise in the back of her throat at the bite, her hands splaying across his back to try to pull him even closer. She twined one leg up across the backs of his, kind of hating pants at the moment but also keenly aware that they were probably not sticking around too much longer, anyway.

That kind of reaction just made Diego bite down again, rocking his hips up against hers at the same time. He also was aware that there was way too much clothing here right now.

Annie arched her hips in return, using her leg to try to leverage herself against him, and this time the noise she made was a little more like a whimper.

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?

Yes, yes that was a good plan. Diego pushed himself up a bit to give Annie more room to work while also moving to get her pants off. It probably would have been more coordinated if he took a second to stop kissing her neck and chest to focus on the task at hand.

Everyone was having focus problems, but to be fair, it was for great reasons, since Annie could hardly think straight. She lifted her hips to assist him with her pants as she worked to undo his and push them down past his hips.

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.

It was allowed and encouraged because underneath it all Diego was a romantic sap. Enough of one that he stopped what he was doing just to focus on kissing her. He'd get back to the undressing in a minute, right now all he needed was this.

This was perfect, and it was easy for Annie to get kind of caught up in kissing him for a moment. They had all night, and after a month of making out, adding the bonus factor of way fewer clothes while making out was still too novel to just rush past. So Annie was just taking her time with kissing him, for now, though she did break the kiss just long enough to bump her nose against his and ask, "This is okay?"

It sure seemed okay. Like, again, they had all night, but she'd noticed.

"This is definitely okay," he said with a small smile. "But I'm going to have to get up if you want me to take the rest of my clothes off without falling off the bed."

"Oh, right," Annie agreed, trying not to seem as nervous as she felt now that she wasn't just hiding it with kissing. She relinquished her hold on his face, though she was also just going to keep touching him until he actually moved too far away for her to reach. Now that she could, she was going to have a hard time stopping, just in general.

Diego gave Annie another quick kiss before pulling away to finish taking off his clothes. He certainly wasn't shy about kicking off his pants and--figuring it was going to happen anyway--taking off his shorts while he was at it.

He was, however, looking just a little bit shy when he grabbed a condom out of the pocket of his pants and got back up on the bed with it in his hand.

"Look at you, planning ahead," Annie teased softly, kicking off her jeans once she wasn't all tangled up with him. (What an idea.)

Also kind of just, like, look at him? Annie was and had been. She was still working on getting completely undressed, and really, she had no room to be teasing about planning ahead considering she had totally worn cute underwear in case he'd see it. Not that it mattered, since she was already reaching behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra and throw it aside, even as she leaned in to kiss him again.

"I'm an optimist," he said before kissing her again. He was appreciative of the cute underwear but even more appreciative when the bra came off as evidenced by the fact that he was reaching up to run a hand over her breast as soon as he had the chance to.

The noise Annie made against his mouth was soft and needy, her nipples stiffening almost immediately in response to his touch. She wriggled out of her panties as quickly as she could just so she could move closer to him without any clothes in the way - again, they had all night, but it was also getting increasingly difficult to take things slow, even if she was still a little shy. She skimmed her hands along his chest, hesitating just a second before sliding one hand low to experimentally brush her thumb across a hipbone.

Diego made a pleased humming noise, pushing his hips down against her hand. Encouraged by her reaction, he broke the kiss to lean down and take one of her nipples into his mouth.

Impatience was winning out over romance, clearly.

There was time for romance! Later. After they'd done this a time or five.

And speaking of encouraging reactions, that hum - not to mention what he was doing with his mouth, since now she could barely think again - was more than enough to prompt Annie to reach to a slightly lower, more central location and gently wrap her hand around him.

If she had been watching her strength before, you had better believe she was conscious of her grip now, keeping her touch light and teasing.

Well thank god for that.

Diego let out a soft moan, closing his eyes and thrusting his hips up into Annie's hand. It was distracting--in the best way--and all he could do for a moment was stop and enjoy it.

Look, it had been awhile since anyone touched him like this.

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