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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"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.

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.

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.

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.

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.)

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

"We really are," Annie agreed softly. "You especially. Oh my God, Diego."

Like, just in case the shuddering and the glowy eyes and all hadn't been enough confirmation that Annie's world was pretty thoroughly rocked at the moment.

"Team effort," he said, leaning in to give her another kiss. "You know I have to mention the eyes thing, right?"

"It's not too weird?" Annie asked, smiling into the kiss.

She did not at all think he thought it was too weird, given that look, but still. It was pretty ingrained in her to offer the out.

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"No, it's not weird," he said. "Do you think it's weird if I think it's hot?"

"No," Annie said, definitely a little shy now, "I think it's hot that you think it's hot."

A pause, and she added, "It's not every time." It was almost every time.

"Sounds like a challenge," he joked, lightly running his fingers down her arm. "Seriously, it doesn't bother me. Nothing about your powers does."

"You have no idea how great that is to hear," Annie sighed, twining her foot along his leg. She wasn't going to get into, like, tales of boyfriends past here, but seriously. Reassuring. "Though I think you've seen everything I can do, now."

Most people didn't get to see her eyes light up under those particular circumstances, of course.

"And you've seen everything I can do." Well. For right now. "And you handled the whole knife thing earlier very well."

Most women would probably be weirded out to see a guy with knives strapped to his chest during a hot cocoa date.

"I mean, I was not expecting the knives, but I probably should've," Annie admitted with a little smile. "It's actually kind of really hot that you're, like, that prepared."

Although again, hot cocoa date, but it was a fair point that between Fandom and just being in the same building as Danny and Steve, literally anything could happen.

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"Force of habit," he admitted, nuzzling against her neck. "So we're definitely doing that again, right?"

Give him a quick nap and some water and he'd be good to go.

"One shot deal, sorry," Annie said with a soft laugh, clearly not meaning a single word of it. "I actually don't have anywhere to be until, like, tomorrow night, so...."

So like she would also need a nap, and there was a real good chance she was going to sneak out and steal his shirt to wear in the interim, but yeah.

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