defenderofdesmoines | Vought Tower

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Vought Tower | Thursday Evening

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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“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.

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.

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.

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.)

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.

"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.

“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.

"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.

“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.

"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.

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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.”

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."

“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.”

"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.)

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."

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.

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."

"There're a few reasons."

Honestly, that was one of the hottest whines Annie had ever heard, and all of this was making it pretty hard to offer up intelligent, witty comebacks.

"I also like your mouth."

Case in point.

She was also having a really hard time deciding where to look -- she was both pretty glued to her screen and watching what Diego was doing, but that was also overwhelming, and normally when she did this it was very much an eyes-shut, imagination-on kind of thing so she was also resisting the urge to just close her eyes entirely, because there were visuals, and --

It was just a lot, okay.

"If I were there I'd put my mouth on you," he said, surprised he managed to get the sentence out. "Fuck, I'm close."

God, between that statement and the way he looked, Annie wasn't sure how much longer she was going to be able to hold on, herself. (Because of course, when Annie tuned into her imagination and her own hand like this normally, her thoughts usually turned to Diego, and his mouth, and his hands, and him inside her, and him looking exactly as desperate and close as he did on her screen right now, and -- just, like, Jesus Christ.)

"I want to see," she managed, the camera shifting a little because she couldn't help the unconscious twitch of her leg as she swirled her fingers a little more insistently, her breathing coming out in harsh pants. "Come for me."

And then she would just melt into her bed here, never to be heard from again, but it would be super worth it.

That about did it for Diego. He wouldn't have been able to hold off from coming even if he wanted to when she made demands like that.

It only took a few more strokes of his hand before he was coming messily onto his stomach. His other hand gripped his phone tightly, doing his best not to drop it in the midst of a truly fantastic orgasm.

Had Annie not been close already, that would have skyrocketed her there. Getting to see Diego come when they were face-to-face (usually pretty literally) was always amazing; getting to see the entire thing play out, without her view being hindered by her own body at all, was breathtaking.

Annie murmured a soft, ragged, "Oh, fuck, Diego," her gaze flicking from his face to his stomach to his hand before her eyes illuminated and she was falling completely apart. The camera shifted just a little bit again as her back arched and Annie was left writhing against her hand, any and all hesitation or shyness utterly abandoned in favor of how fucking great this felt.

Diego slumped back against his pillows, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Not that was likely to happen right away considering if he had the ability he would have came again watching her lose it.

It might take a minute for talking to happen.

Annie collapsed against her own pillows, flushed and breathing heavily and obviously, utterly relaxed.

So relaxed, actually, that she did go ahead and drop her phone.

"Oh, shit." Diego was treated to the dark of the blankets she'd dropped her phone into for a moment before she fished it out, and then Annie appeared again, upside-down at first before she righted her phone and stretched out onto her side with a satisfied, slightly-shy smile.

Look, now that it was all over, she was kind of shy again. Just kind of. Not embarrassed, just...a little shy.

Diego let out a lazy little laugh as he turned on his side, adjusting his phone so the camera was at the right angle. As much as he found the smile cute, he did not want her to get shy over this. "We're doing that again."

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