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]

Annie wasn't alone when it came to slightly-desperate kissing. The kissing and the movement of her hand did spur him on to take things further. He moved one of his hands down her stomach and past her hips, being very clear as to what his intent was so she could stop him if she wanted to.

He very much doubted that would happen, but he was still careful.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie gave a little hum and pressed her hips forward encouragingly, unconsciously mirroring his movement from a moment prior. She kept the pace of her hand slow and steady, not wanting to escalate things too quickly. She was really kind of torn between taking her time to enjoy him and draw this out, versus her own growing desperation.

Desperation was kind of winning, yeah.

[knife_bender]

Oh desperation was definitely winning on Diego's end. He gently pressed a finger into her, moving down to mouth at her neck again if only because he liked hearing the noises she made.

It helped that this was (hopefully) not going to be the last time they did this so if he rushed a little bit, well, they could pick another time to draw things out.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Possibly even another time that night! Or in the morning! Or like, all day tomorrow?

He was rewarded with more noises, and Annie would have been a little embarrassed by the way her breath hitched if it didn't feel too incredibly, distractingly good for her to think about anything else. She shifted her thighs apart a little further just to give Diego more room to work, simultaneously moving to press her torso against his, just needing to be closer. Her hand hadn't moved away, though distraction meant that she'd slowed just a little.

[knife_bender]

All day tomorrow was good. He was all for that plan.

Diego moaned against Annie's neck, feeling just a little overwhelmed and more than a little desperate between the hand around him and the way she felt against him. He sat up on his elbow, lifting himself up slightly so he could watch her face as he moved his finger inside her with more confidence.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Well, Diego looking at her like that made Annie's shyness return, just a little, but mostly she was kind of past feeling shy or awkward or really anything except - yeah, overwhelmed was a good word.

But, that being said, being able to see him right now was kind of her new favorite thing, and it almost made her want to turn the lights on to see better. (But then, it would be daylight all day tomorrow, too, so.) Her free hand gripped lightly at his shoulder, and then she was touching his jaw, then his neck, and his cheek, and it turned out you could be desperate and still a little romantic, after all.

[knife_bender]

Diego was looking at her with something like awe, and he hadn't even seen the light show yet. He nuzzled his cheek into her hand, a sweet gesture even as he was pressing a second finger into her.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie let out a little moan in response, her head falling back even as her hips lifted off the bed to meet his hand, her own working against him in a matching rhythm.

This was starting to get to the point where she was either going to need more or he was going to get the light show earlier than she'd like (not that she was even vaguely thinking about that now; the time for warning him had passed awhile ago), and while words were hard at the moment, Annie was pretty proud of herself for stringing together a whole sentence. "Where'd that condom go?"

[knife_bender]

If Diego hadn't been thinking the exact same thing he probably would have laughed. He blindly reached out in the vague direction of where he had tossed it on the sheets. He almost breathed a sigh of relief when he got his hand around it, wasting no time in getting it open. "Got it."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Good." And that was about all the words Annie was going to be good for, at least for a little while. She was more than happy to let him go ahead and take care of everything regarding the condom, instead busying herself with running her hands over his chest and shoulders, and shifting her hips and knees a bit wider in ancipation.

There might have been a bit of impatience in the way she skimmed her foot along his leg, too, but mostly it was just that she couldn't stop touching him.

[knife_bender]

It was some sort of miracle that Diego managed to roll the condom on without getting distracted by Annie touching him. He was quickly discovering she had a talent for distracting him. He had the feeling he'd be in trouble if she ever picked up on that.

He settled himself between her legs, leaning in for another quick kiss. "Okay?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Mm-hmm." See, words were hard, but making little agreement noises - that she could handle, no problem. Between the feeling of having Diego so close and the anticipation of having him even closer, Annie was already pretty worked up, and if her little mm-hmm hadn't been enough, the way her hands had moved to his back to grip at him was probably also a helpful non-verbal version of now, please.

[knife_bender]

That was really all the encouragement Diego needed. He pressed his hips forward, going slowly both for her sake and his own. He was already pretty worked up and did not want to risk ending things too soon.

That would be embarrassing.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie hissed out a little breath, canting her hips up to meet and already tightening her hands against his back. She kept her movements as slow and deliberate as she could, aware not only of how heightened everything felt for her but how it was probably doubly so for Diego.

Desperation was a thing, yes, but so was at least trying to make this last for a little while, and so she was arching her neck up to kiss him, soft and languid and slow.

[knife_bender]

The kiss did help him get a hold of himself. It wasn't long before he was confident he wasn't going to lose it immediately. He started to move his hips, a slow but steady rhythm that had him dropping his head onto Annie's shoulder just so he could focus on how good it felt.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Once Annie had herself a little more under control, too, she could wind one leg across the backs of his and roll her hips up to match his rhythm. And with Diego's head on her shoulder, that offered her the opportunity to press her face into his neck, all the better to muffle a little moan she couldn't help. (Though he hardly seemed to object to her making noise.)

[knife_bender]

The noises drove Diego a little crazy, in the best way. It had him thrusting in just a little bit harder and playfully biting down on her shoulder again, just to hear more.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie's gasp came out a touch ragged, and she dug her nails in against his lower back, trying to drive him deeper. She gave his neck a playful little bite of her own, immediately soothing the spot with her tongue.

[knife_bender]

"Fuck, Annie--" Diego moaned, driving his hips in faster and harder. He slid a hand between them, fingers circling around her clit. It had been way too long and he knew this was going to end sooner rather than later and he was determined to make her come first.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Hearing her name from him like that was more than enough to push Annie careening towards the edge, and then his fingers were just driving her there all the faster.

It wasn't long at all before Annie felt herself losing control, her back arching as she cried out and shuddered up against him. Hopefully those signs were enough of a clue for Diego that it wasn't scary or weird when her eyes illuminated, bright and shining in the darkness.

For Annie, it meant she got to see his face as she came, which was kind of the best part.

[knife_bender]

That look of awe was back on Diego's face, only this time there was obvious lust written on there too. Because that was one of the hottest things he had ever seen.

Between that and the way she had felt around him it did not take long for Diego to follow after her, coming with a loud groan that he tried to muffle against Annie's neck.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie was still clinging to Diego pretty tightly, and tilted her head to nuzzle at his ear, pressing a kiss just behind it. She slowly loosened her grip on him, lightly running her hands up his back as she tried to catch her breath.

That look he'd given her just now was something she was never going to forget. Not that she'd expected him to run away screaming, or anything - she'd been pretty sure it was going to be okay, by that point - but still.

[knife_bender]

Diego took a moment to catch his breath, lazily pressing kisses on any part of Annie he could reach. He did shift a little to the side so his full weight wasn't on her, but he kept close.

He smiled at her softly, reaching up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie's smile was a little shy as she leaned into his touch, though at this point, what was there left to be shy about? She curled onto her side to face him, lazily tracing her fingertips along his skin. "So hi."

Look! The return of words! Not like, great words, but still.

[knife_bender]

"Hi," he murmured. "You know, we're really good at that."