Vought Tower | Thursday Evening

[defenderofdesmoines]

Today had been exhausting, but Annie couldn't sleep.

She'd eventually gotten out of that press junket and had changed her clothes quickly up in her apartment before meeting Hughie (in Times Square, which was kind of genius; it was busy enough that no one would recognize her, and if they did, they'd probably think she was a lookalike) and passing the V off to him.

And now they waited.

While Annie knew, logically, that the news probably wouldn't break until morning, and that she would definitely be alerted when it did, she still couldn't seem to keep from checking things compulsively -- she'd checked her news feed on her phone every few minutes since this afternoon, and even now, late into the night, she had the television facing her bed on with the sound off just in case the lower third of the screen illuminated with a breaking news alert.

She'd done a bunch of push-ups and sit-ups in an effort to dispel this nervous energy and get her mind off things, and had spent a few minutes poking around on her favorite time-killing websites, but nothing was quite distracting enough. She was anxious and so excited about this that she might just vibrate out of her skin, but on top of that, she was lonely. It was so isolating, being in the middle of something like this without any help -- save for her reluctant partnership with an exhausted guy who she really hadn't quite forgiven yet.

And it was that loneliness that had her staring up at her ceiling in bed for a long few minutes before she reached over to her nightstand for her phone.

And then put it back down. It really was late, right?

...but that was also the point, maybe?

Half-hoping that he wouldn't answer, she went ahead and pulled up her texts with Diego, and typed in:

are you up?

[obv for boyfriend, yes. also go ahead and assume 'u up?' means what it means and proceed with NSFW-related caution.]

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[knife_bender]

“I wish I could see you,” he said, running a hand down his own chest. He made a soft noise as his thumb caught on his nipple. “I love watching you.”

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I know you do." And so like, there was a thing they could do here. Because she also wanted to see him, especially with that hot noise he just made.

Annie drummed her nails against her stomach for a second, hesitating before murmuring, "We could turn our cameras on?"

Though there was also something really, really hot about just having his voice in her ear, too.

[knife_bender]

“Yes.” Look, he was a visual learner, okay? “I mean—if you want.”

[defenderofdesmoines]

Luckily, Diego had found himself a girlfriend who -- despite her shyness -- was also highly visual.

"I want." Like, she definitely did now, and with a swift slide of her thumb across her screen, she switched over to FaceTime.

And with a quick little illumination of her eyes, she also turned on the lamp on her nightstand, just so he could see her better, even if she was blushing and mostly hidden under her own covers at the moment.

[knife_bender]

Diego did not have the power to turn on his lights with a blink of his eye, so he had to be boring and lean over to turn the lamp on. He was absolutely not hidden by covers, though really all you could see right now was the top of his chest.

He gave her a smile when he saw her, because he really did miss seeing her face. “Hi.”

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Hi," Annie said softly, smiling at him in spite of a new little surge of nerves (and lust, which helped with the nerves!) "This is better. I miss you."

Like, seeing his face helped, but it also just made everything more -- acute. Annie cleared her throat and actually went ahead and shifted a little so that at least her her shoulders were visible above the covers, along with a hint of cleavage.

Because that was the point, right? For him to see her.

[knife_bender]

Diego knew that he would likely have to be the one to make the next steps here. The blushing was enough to tell him that (he was happy he could actually see it now).

He sat up some more, exposing more of his chest. “Do you want to watch me?”

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Yes." Annie's voice was low, but there was absolutely no hesitation there.

She bit her lower lip, looking away from the screen for a second as she mimicked his movement and sat up a little bit, moving her pillows a little so she was propped up.

And, you know, not under the covers so much anymore. She'd let them fall to her waist, so he'd be able to see that her blush spread all the way down her chest. (At least it wasn't because she was embarrassed anymore.)

"Please," she added, clearing her throat again. "I wish I was there to touch you myself."

[knife_bender]

“God, I wish you were too.” He was not coy about the way he was staring at her right now. If it helped, he was running his hand down his chest again, showing her exactly what he had done to himself to make that noise earlier.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie was all but taking notes, honestly. And while it was her turn to make a soft little noise in response to watching him, she was also thinking ahead to the next time they'd see each other, because, like -- look, she knew pretty well by now what she did to Diego, but it was fascinating (and so hot) to see what he liked when she wasn't actually available, too.

"Fuck, you're so hot," she breathed, sitting up a little more in bed in obvious, restless response to what he was doing. Her hand went up to twine in her hair for a moment before lightly resting against her own chest, her fingertips tracing an idle pattern near the hollow of her throat.

[knife_bender]

Annie watching him and reacting that way turned Diego on way more than he thought it would. He was in no way an exhibitionist, but her watching him with that look on her face was nice in a way he hadn’t been expecting.

“You are—you have no idea what you’re doing to me.” Though she could probably get a pretty good idea a second later when he moved his hand below frame to touch himself through his shorts.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie was not responsible for the whimpery little noise she let out in response to watching his hand dip out of frame (and what her imagination was doing to fill in some blanks, there.) Okay? Not responsible at all.

"I kind of do," she said softly, swallowing hard. "But maybe you should tell me."

And then Annie might actually just spontaneously orgasm or something, because this was really working for her.

(Or, you know. She'd figure out her own next steps in a second.)

[knife_bender]

Diego smiled at the noise, making a soft gasping noise himself as he stroked himself with a little more purpose. “I could just show you.”

He didn’t wait for an answer (he knew what it would be) before flipping the camera to show where he was touching himself outside of his shorts.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Diego." Much like when they were together and she wanted him to stop teasing, Annie's mind had sort of gone blank save for his name.

She found her voice again a second later, though, and managed, "Holy shit, look at you."

Like, that was awfully flattering, considering she wasn't even there. And...you know, inspiring, so maybe her own hand was drifting a little down her chest, her fingertips brushing along the curve of a breast before she rolled her nipple between two fingers, more experimental than shy, now.

[knife_bender]

“Fuck,” he murmured, having to squeeze the base of his cock lightly to keep from losing it right away. It was one thing to imagine her touching herself but seeing it was a whole other thing.

“I wish I could touch you,” he said, starting to sound a little out of breath.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Me too." And if her tone didn't make it clear how turned on she was, the way Annie was staring at him would certainly communicate a lot.

Annie's shyness was pretty well abandoned in favor of going all in on this -- seeing what she was doing to Diego was, like, exactly what she'd needed to reassure her that, no, she wasn't doing this wrong, or stupidly, or whatever -- and she shifted around to kick her blankets aside entirely and stretch her bare legs out in front of her. (The camera angle was sort of tricky, but she was trying to make sure he could see as much of her as possible.)

"I'd do so much more than touch you, though," she added softly, a little breathless herself as her hand snaked lower to graze along her inner thigh.

[knife_bender]

“Like what?” he murmured, slipping his hand under the waistband of his shorts.

It would be a miracle if they could get through this without either of them dropping their phone.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Oh." Give Annie a second, everyone, because her brain just up and stopped working at that image.

(Though she managed to keep holding her phone, even if the way the camera wobbled probably betrayed how incredibly distracting she found Diego to be right now.)

"I'd kiss you," she managed after a moment, unconsciously darting her tongue out to wet her lips. "And bite you. Give you some marks to look at later."

And now it was sort of hitting her that he probably didn't just note the hickeys she gave him and move on, now that she had the visuals. She hissed out a soft breath, trailing her hand to where her panties were already pretty damp and rubbing a light circle with a fingertip, teasing herself.

[knife_bender]

Watching that made Diego moan softly, jerking his hips up into his hand.

“I want that,” he murmured, momentarily letting go of himself long enough to push his shorts down around his thighs. “I wish I could return the favor.”

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie got sort of stuck on I want before her mind fell apart again. Because yeah, that right there was what she wanted, and it didn't matter that she'd seen Diego naked literally probably a hundred times -- this was different, and now she could feel her skin heating and tingling all over again. She mouthed the word, "Fuck," though it took her a second longer to think clearly enough to actually say anything of substance.

"If you could, I'd be fucking covered in marks," Annie murmured, her eyes wide and dark as her fingertips went to a spot on her neck. "Here." And then she was brushing her hand along her collarbone. "And here."

And then her hand ventured low again and Annie was angling her phone so he could clearly see as she skimmed a path along her hip to her inner thigh. "Here, too."

[knife_bender]

“Fuck, Annie.” The thought of marking up her thighs had him moving his hand faster, circling his thumb around the head of his cock on every upstroke.

It was a good thing he didn’t have the brain capacity to think about those marks being visible in her new Starlight uniform because that would have just ended things for him immediately.

“I want to see all of you,” he panted. “Please.”

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Fuck, Diego." Annie had been getting there, but the very fact that he asked -- and that he was all sexy and needy about it -- had her moving quicker as she hooked her thumb into her waistband and tugged her underwear down.

It took a little maneuvering to manage it one-handed, but Annie wasn't about to put her phone down to make things easier on herself and deny Diego his view. It just took a little bit of wriggling before she was neatly kicking her panties off of one foot off-screen, and there was a momentary return of Annie's shyness as her fingers trailed along her thigh before dipping between her legs.

And, like, after that much build-up -- even if it was just her building herself up (at least on the physical side of things), Anne couldn't help but let out a soft gasp and slip her eyes shut at how that felt, even if this was maybe the one hand whose touch she knew better than Diego's. (Maybe.)

[knife_bender]

Diego cursed again, arching his hips up into his hand. He had to focus to keep the camera steady; it felt like he was shaking all over from how much he needed right now.

"More," he panted. "You look so good."

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie bit her lower lip, shivering a little at how he sounded. She was having similar problems with camera steadiness, so she bent a knee so she could brace her hand against it.

The hand holding her phone, that is. Her phone was angled pretty carefully to capture what her other hand was doing, as she circled a deliberate finger around her clit before sliding two lower to press inside of herself.

"Your fingers are bigger." See? Recurring theme. Also maybe she was just trying to rile both of them up by saying things like that, now.

[knife_bender]

Diego made a noise that sounded very close to whine. Not that he'd ever admit to it. "So that's why you keep me around."