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]

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.

[defenderofdesmoines]

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.

[knife_bender]

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."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Oh, did you like that?" Annie teased. "Couldn't tell." And yes, she was blushing again.

(She was always going to blush about this, even if the shyness was maybe dissipated some. No getting around it.)

[knife_bender]

"I hid pretty well," he joked, letting out a satisfied sigh and relaxing more against the sheets. "Think you're going to sleep better tonight now?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Mmm-hmm," Annie agreed, snuggling against her pillow. "And the best dreams, now."

See, she was still a little shy, but she had also clearly been super into that.

"I might need those dirty pictures you promised me," she added, biting her lower lip. "In case you're not around to provide a live show."

But rest assured that she would still tell him exactly how much she appreciated any pictures he sent her way, now that she knew just how much he'd like to hear such a story.

[knife_bender]

"I'll be more than happy to provide those," he said with a grin. "Is it weird this made me miss you more and less at the same time?"

Like, that had been amazing but, damn, he wished he was sleeping beside her tonight.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I know exactly what you mean," Annie said with a lazy smile, huffing out a little laugh. "If my legs worked I'd go book a portal just so we could cuddle."

Because of course the sex was incredible, in whatever form it took, but they were both just such cuddlesluts. It felt almost incomplete without it.

[knife_bender]

"Technically your nonworking legs weren't my fault this time," he teased.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Trust me," Annie replied, her cheeks flushing anew, "you are very much a contributing factor as far as why my legs don't work."

That had definitely been more intense than it would have been without Diego involved.

[knife_bender]

"I'll be sorry for that never," he said, the phone jostling slightly as he reached over for a tissue to clean himself up a little.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Yeah, no, you shouldn't be," Annie agreed, biting her lower lip and stretching a little. "Super worth the sacrifice. Even if I kind of miss you more now, yeah."

Like, the closeness would be nice right now, with the distraction of imminent sex taken care of.

[knife_bender]

"We could always try to meet up," he said. "I could wear a disguise or we can meet in an innocuous state like Nebraska."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I could show you what I like about cornfields," Annie said, raising her brows. "They're really private, for one thing."

Which was why they made such great mazes!

"Though I'm also really intrigued by the idea of you in a disguise." Mostly because all her brain was supplying right now was sexy disguises.

[knife_bender]

"It'd have to be the opposite of what I usually wear." So, like, colors and shorts.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Big hat?" Annie asked with a hopeful smile. "Maybe a charming light blue ensemble?"

She was stuck on light blue almost entirely because he'd already vetoed it, yes.

(But also she genuinely thought he'd look nice in it!)

[knife_bender]

He laughed. "Maybe, if that's what it takes to keep me incognito."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I feel like you'd stand out no matter what," Annie admitted with a little tsk. "But I do like this Nebraska idea."

A pause.

"Or I could come to Fandom, like, as soon as I can." Which was looking to maybe be Saturday night or Sunday morning, depending on when she could get away from set.

[knife_bender]

"That's probably the easier way of doing things." And there were no big hats involved.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I'm filming on Saturday," Annie told him, and hey, thanks to the camera, he got to see the face she made when she said that, "but then I've got Sunday and Monday free for the holiday, so like, good luck getting rid of me."

Yes, he would definitely object to this idea and the proposed accompanying clinginess. Surely.

[knife_bender]

"Are you still going to rehearse your cheesy lines for me?" he asked. "Because I like that."

Not quite as funny as the Translucent song, but still hilarious.

"I could probably do a decent Queen Maeve impression."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You'd have to frown more." Which was really saying something. Those two could have, like, a Resting Bitchface-off. "Actually, most of my scenes this week don't have a lot of dialogue -- I'm with Stormfront a bunch thanks to all the rewrites to give Maeve a love interest."

#BraveMaeve and all. Though when Annie had watched that clip with Maria Menounos, she had sympathized so strongly with Maeve that it had nearly knocked her over.

"So mostly," she added, "I get to hook my thumbs in my belt and look pretty while she says tough things." So lame.

[knife_bender]

"And this is feminism?" He didn't get this branding at all.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"So I am told," Annie said with a little roll of her eyes. "Girls get it done, Diego."

Which almost seemed sort of dirty in the context of, like, still being all naked and kind of afterglowy.

[knife_bender]

"They sure do." No, the dirty of that was not lost on him.