defenderofdesmoines | MCA #9 | Saturday Late Afternoon

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MCA #9 | Saturday Late Afternoon

Okay, that had actually been really, really fun. It had been a long week, and she'd been pretty sick of it all by the end, but it wasn't every day you got to fight a bunch of bears - let alone a giant bear - and save the day. Even if she also still felt fairly guilty about being temporarily mind-controlled by a reindeer into fighting one of her best friends.

This week. Seriously.

Starlight was pretty ready to be boring old non-sparkly Annie for awhile, even if she hadn't dispensed with the cape and the skirt just yet. Between adrenaline from the fight and relief that they'd won (and that it had been so fun!), Annie had been basically walking on air the entire way back to her apartment. Well, walking on air while also fussing over Diego.

"You're sure you're okay?" she asked, critically looking him over again. For those playing at home - yes, Annie was the one who'd fought a Jedi in addition to the bears (and...everything) a little while ago, and Annie showed absolutely no sign of damage save for a rip in her tights. The luxury of being that tough was that you got to make a big deal over every tiny papercut that your boyfriend got, okay. "Should I get out my first aid kit?"

[for that guy! edit: this has wholly unsurprisingly veered non-work safe, omg.]

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"No broken ribs, I promise," Diego said, pulling his shirt off without hesitation. There were some bruises starting to show up on his chest but at least there weren't any claw marks or anything.

The bruises were enough to make Annie to frown a little before she leaned down and pressed a very soft kiss to the edge of one. "I really hate that you can actually take damage," she admitted quietly, trailing kisses along his chest. "Like I really, really hate it."

Not enough to try to get him to stop getting into fights, because she knew better than that (and honestly, she would consider it a tremendous waste considering his talents) but still. It wasn't fair that the invulnerability thing seemed unique to her particular universe's version of superheroes.

"I know." Diego would have felt the same way if the tables had been turned. He reached up to cup her cheek. "But I might have to start getting hurt more often if this is the treatment I get after."

"Not a good incentive," Annie told him, even if she smiled a little and reached up to cover his hand with hers and press a kiss to his palm. "Counterpoint: if you stay uninjured, I can be rougher with you."

See, that was what Annie would consider a fairly compelling argument, right there.

"That is a fantastic point." And way more fun than getting bruises from wayward bears.

"My shirt's off," he reminded her. "It's your turn."

He was definitely going to lose all of his clothes before her but he wasn't exactly complaining about that.

"I have to move for a second," she told him as her smile turned a little smirky, reluctantly pulling away so she could briefly stand up, wriggle out of her ruined tights, and throw them aside.

That was not an especially dramatic change, except that now she was in a what was a pretty small dress (with a lot of poofy, short skirt layers under it) with bare legs. And she wasn't returning to his lap just yet, because Annie was practical enough to decide he needed her to lean in and help with his belt, first.

It may have not been a dramatic change but it was very appreciated by Diego who may have had a slight obsession with those legs.

"You seem very eager to get me undressed," he teased. "I assume it's because of your dedication to check me over for injuries."

"Of course it is," Annie assured him immediately, not looking like she meant it in the slightest. "I also don't see the point in sitting in your lap if your pants have to come off." So she could see if his legs were injured, obviously, and just ignore how she'd be absolutely resuming her place in his lap once his pants were taken care of because that's where the logic fell apart.

"You'll note that I'm fine, as advertised," she added, gesturing to those legs of hers, which were as long and slim and unbruised as ever.

"I just want to be sure." Making sure apparently involved running his fingers lightly over one of her legs, stopping at the edge of the (very poofy) skirt.

"I appreciate how thorough you are." Annie leaned in to kiss him, bracing her hands on the back of the couch at either side of his shoulders and keeping most of herself out of an easy reach. Because she was a tease, even if she was also enjoying the hell out of this.

Though, her Starlight dress was cut quite a bit lower than anything Annie normally wore, so she wasn't as much of a tease as she thought considering that her current angle offered a view of a lot more cleavage than Diego would normally be treated to.

It really was an excellent view and the kissing made it so Diego was distracted enough that he wasn't just gawking at her like a pervert.

Though was it really being a pervert if you were the boyfriend?

No, that was what you called boyfriend privilege, since as far as Annie was concerned, he was the only person allowed to look at her like that. (The only person she wanted looking at her like that, anyway.)

"I took my tights off," she reminded him helpfully, pulling back just enough to say so. "Your turn." If he was going to tease her about trying to get his pants off, she was just going to volley that back to him. Especially since she still had a couple pieces to go, because this outfit had not been put together with easy removal in mind at all.

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Diego looked down at himself because really he just had his pants and shorts left. "I'm definitely going to be naked before you."

Oh no, what a tragedy.

Didn't stop him from doing what he was asked, lifting his hips so he could get his pants off. The only marks that could be frowned over was around one ankle where Christmas lights tried to drag him away at some point.

Which was a really stupid way to get a bruise.

The stupid factor was helping a lot with allaying Annie's concern over his bruises - it was hard to get that upset about such an absurd situation, though she did totally notice and frown down at his ankle.

But she was also content to keep him in his shorts for a moment and get right back in his lap, carefully looping her arms around Diego's shoulders as she placed a knee at either side of his legs. "Better," she decided, leaning in to kiss his chest once she was back where she belonged.

"Much better." Especially since now that she was back where she belonged, Diego could touch all he wanted. Which he did, one of his hands sliding up under her skirt (was that tulle under there?) so he could run his fingers over the soft skin of her inner thighs.

That was an excellent way to get Annie's attention, if the little hitch in her breath was anything to go by.

She kissed up his shoulder and along his neck, skimming her palms down to rest lightly against his chest and feeling a little torn between how very, very gentle she thought she should be with him right now versus how impatient she was starting to get.

Yeah Diego could sense a little hesitance there. "It's okay, you're not gonna hurt me."

"You're sure?" Annie checked softly. "You'll say something if I do?"

And okay if he was giving her permission, then she was going to go ahead and lightly nip at his neck, just to test the waters a little. Considering her inclination was to treat Diego like he was made out of glass right now, she was going to be paying careful attention to his reactions no matter what he said, anyway.

"Of course," he said, tilting his head to expose his neck a bit more. "You're going to have to get used to the bruises; I get them a lot."

"I don't know if I'm ever going to get used to them, but I can try," Annie admitted, because she kind of couldn't stand the thought of him getting hurt at all, even if she wasn't going to say that out loud since it was utterly ridiculous and she knew it.

She pulled back and turned her attention to the scar at his temple, pressing a kiss there, too. "But I know it happens. You might just have to get used to me worrying about you." Though she was feeling a little better about how he was doing right now, at least.

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"I could definitely get used to the attention." Especially if it ended up with her in his lap every time. As if to prove what exactly he liked about this position he slid a hand over her ass, figuring it also had the added benefit of distracting her from worrying too.

Annie didn't really need an excuse to get into his lap, since it was rapidly becoming one of her favorite places to be, but that was indeed helpful in demonstrating why he liked having her there and was plenty distracting. (God help them both if he ever had something more serious than bruising going on, though.)

"Do I not give you enough attention without the bruises? I'll have to fix that," Annie teased, arching her back a bit in response and leaning in to kiss him, a little more aggressive than she had been.

Diego smiled into the kiss, happy to have elicited that reaction. He pressed himself against her, making it pretty obvious what exactly the teasing was doing to him.

As if it wasn't already pretty evident considering he wasn't wearing pants right now.

Yeah, she'd noticed, and none of this was helping Annie with her patience though it was all making for an incredibly persuasive argument that he wasn't secretly hurt worse than he looked. She made a needy little noise into the kiss before reaching one hand behind herself to undo her belt and drop it to the ground, then guided one of Diego's hands up to the back of her neck where the zipper on her dress started. "Help with this."

At least in part because she'd have to do some weird contortions to get it down herself, but also partly because it was kind of hot to request his help.

It was kind of hot to get to do it. He liked being able to help Annie shed her Starlight persona. He also liked unzipping her dress and following the path with his fingers after the bare skin was exposed to him.

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