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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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.

And all of a sudden, it was a lot easier for Annie to breathe and move. Sacrifices had to be made to look as good as she knew she did as Starlight, and between the rigid structure of the dress and the way it was tailored, she always sort of felt like she was corseted into the thing.

For the moment, she was content to use that newfound freedom of movement to press in close to Diego for a deeper kiss, his fingers on her back spurring her on even as she was mindful not to poke him in the chest with the stars pinned to her bust.

Diego had felt uncomfortable enough fighting in a suit and knee socks when he was younger; he couldn't imagine what it was like to fight in something as tight as the Starlight outfit.

"I think we're going to have to separate again if I'm gonna get this dress the rest of the way off," he murmured before nipping at her jaw.

"Probably." No, definitely, but she really didn't want to move away just yet, considering how interesting his lap had become in the moments since she'd first decided to position herself there. Annie felt like lightly grinding her hips down against Diego's was a good way to demonstrate that interest, eliciting a soft gasp from her even with some of the tulle in the way.

Yeah, the dress had to go. She reluctantly pulled away to stand up so they could get the dress the rest of the way off, because as much as she wanted to just stay there and keep teasing him she kind of needed more and this outfit was officially an obstacle.

Diego scooted forward to the edge of the couch to help her with the dress removal. "Help" in this case was more like "touching excessively" but he didn't think he would get any complaints on how he chose to help her undress.

Um, no, that was exactly why she wanted him helping, thank you. With the dress finally off, followed swiftly that stupid tulle skirt (it was so pretty but, like, maybe she needed to streamline her uniform if this was going to be a regular thing), Annie was left standing in her very boring, very non-sparkling bra and underwear. "Staying here?" she asked, leaning down to kiss him again. Also with excessive touching, because everyone was so close to being naked, finally. "Or bed?"

"Here," he said, if only because he was eager and didn't want to waste time with something like moving. He placed his hands on her waist, leaning in to kiss and bite at her hips since that was what was eye level with him and, really, he couldn't do that enough.

"Fuck." Okay, hello hip-biting, that was apparently a thing she was into and she'd had no idea before right now. "Okay, right here. Take your shorts off."

A few weeks ago, she would have felt self-conscious about the bossiness and the swearing and the fact that she was already unclasping her bra even as she spoke. Now, though, she couldn't be bothered to care about how eager she seemed - between the residual adrenaline and how goddamn long it had taken to get her out of her outfit, Annie felt they'd earned a little impatience.

Yeah rushed post-fight sex was probably going to be a theme with them. All that adrenaline had to go somewhere, right?

Diego really didn't have to be told twice, immediately lifting up his hips so he could get his shorts off. "I really like it when you get bossy."

Anybody with eyes could see that, Diego.

It still made Annie lightly flush from her cheeks down to her chest, obvious as it may have been. She was also wasting no time in wriggling out of her panties before reaching over to a little jar on a nearby table and flipping out a condom. (After the wall thing, Annie had impulsively put condoms in every room in her apartment just to be prepared, which also meant that the flour cannister in her kitchen finally had a use!)

"Then I'm gonna keep being bossy," she decided, lightly tossing it at him as she moved back in to straddle his legs, her hands already roaming over his shoulders. "Put that on."

God help anyone that tried to bake anything at Annie's apartment.

Diego only briefly lifted his eyebrows at the condom stash, but quickly turned his mind back to imminent sex. He opened the condom and rolled it on quickly, eager to get his hands back on her.

She was prepared, okay? It was admirable. Also, this was really his fault for broadening her horizons beyond doing this in a bed. And who would ever bake in her apartment, anyway? Surely no one, ever.

Annie was deeply unconcerned with whether or not her condom stashing foresight was weird (it was), and instead busied herself with pressing in close to Diego and reaching between them to make sure the angle was right before she shifted her hips and slowly slid over him with a groan.

She was actually kind of proud of herself for managing not to be that loud about it, all things considered.

"Fuck." Diego did not have Annie's ability to remain quiet at the moment. He gripped her waist tightly (for someone who didn't have super strength), trying to keep still while she adjusted to everything.

He leaned in to get his mouth around one of her nipples because how could he not when they were positioned like this? It had the added benefit of distracting him from the persistent need to thrust his hips up.

"Oh my God." Okay, so, she had figured the couch was going to be fun because Annie liked being all close and clingy, but she somehow hadn't anticipated the outcome of having her breasts like right in Diego's face. And for all her worry about him earlier, she wasn't too concerned now about digging her nails in against his shoulders in response as she started to move her hips, establishing a slow, gentle rhythm.

Slow and gentle for the moment, anyway.

Diego gasped, which she could probably hear and feel considering he hadn't planned on moving away from her breasts any time soon. Now that he had reeled himself in a little he loosened his grip on Annie's waist and started pushing his hips up to meet hers, matching the slow and gentle rhythm.

Which was not going to last long, the both of them had to know that by now.

Yeah, already Annie was picking up a little bit of force, if not speed - some of it was lingering adrenaline, some of it was just because she had some nice leverage in this position, and some of it was just that she already wanted to go harder.

"Fuck, Diego - " she gasped, scratching her nails along his back (something for her to feel bad about later!) as she rocked her hips down against his more insistently.

Diego was smart enough to keep it to himself but he did love it whenever Annie cursed while they were doing this. She did it so rarely outside of sex that it was kind of a thrill for him still.

The nails on his back hurt in the best kind of way, and it spurred him on thrust up harder, biting down on her shoulder at the same time. So much for gentle.

This was how you properly checked over someone for injuries: by eventually getting so riled up in the process that you gave them new, sex-related injuries, obviously.

Annie let out a moan - not especially quiet, this time - at the bite, her rhythm faltering just slightly before she picked it back up, a touch faster. One of these days, they were going to, like, slowly and adorably make love in a bed with candles lit and music playing, or something, but honestly Annie was kind of starting to think that whole scene was a little overrated when there were options like this available.

They could save that love making thing for a special occasion like Valentine's Day or an anniversary. Some other time that wasn't right now.

"Fuck, you're so good," he said, panting against her neck. He planted both feet onto the floor so he could give himself leverage to make things just a little bit harder.

"God, yes," Annie mumbled, dragging her fingers up his neck to sort of clutch at his hair as best she could. She was getting close, and given the whole bossiness thing earlier, she was also riding a heady wave of knowing that he liked it when she was direct and showed him what she wanted.

So, she took hold of one of Diego's hands, pulling it between them to press his fingers against her clit. "Touch me here, too." She could pass out from blushing later - right now this felt too good.

Jesus, that was hot. He could hardly disobey an order like that not that he would ever want to.

Diego cursed under his breath, knowing he was so, so close to coming but he was determined to see her come undone first. He circled his thumb against her clit, thrusting up hard. "I want to see you come--you always look so good--"

Yeah, it really did not take much more for Annie. She'd been close already and then that was all just entirely too much to withstand.

"Fuck- " And there she went, back arching as she tightened around him every way she could. Annie came with a soft, ragged cry, her eyes clenching shut for a half-second before they were fixed on Diego's, bright and gold.

She really wanted to see him come, too, but she didn't think she needed to say so at the moment. (Not that, like, she was able to say much of anything.)

Edited 2020-12-20 23:18 (UTC)

He was doing a shit job of holding himself back in the first place so as soon as he felt Annie tighten up around him he was coming almost immediately. He was not going to be sorry for how hard his fingers dug into her hips since he knew she could take it, but he'd be a little bit sorry for the loud shout he made since he didn't exactly know how cool her neighbors were with loud sex.

(Considering her neighbor across the hall was Yennefer, it would be fine).

She would totally apologize to her neighbors. Or, just like, pretend she had no idea what they were talking about if it was ever mentioned. One of the two. Whatever, that had been completely worth it.

Annie was pretty sure she might die or something if she tried to stand up just yet, considering she was literally trembling (holy shit), but she did collect herself enough to kiss him softly before resting her forehead against Diego's so they could both catch their breath.

MCA #9 | Saturday Late Afternoon

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