defenderofdesmoines | Somewhere in Australia, Apparently

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Somewhere in Australia, Apparently | Saturday Morning

So, yesterday had been kind of a disaster, and really, Annie was still kicking herself for not seeing that coming. It wasn't her fault, exactly -- she'd moved past that line of thought -- but she absolutely had gotten caught up in the idea of planning and throwing this birthday party without really considering what Diego (and Five, but Diego was her bigger concern right now) actually would want.

Which was why they were now waking up to 600 acres of privacy. Annie had called in every favor she had, thrown her name around way more than she liked to do, and spent more money than she wanted to think about in the wake of the cakes hitting the ground. And while her assistant had promised her that what she'd secured for them (even on such late notice) was awesome, and they'd obviously had to trek up here last night before collapsing into bed, Annie was still kind of amazed once she woke up enough to look out the windows.

"Wow," she breathed as she sat up to look at the view, trying not to wake Diego yet -- they needed to talk about yesterday, still, but she also wasn't gonna deny the guy his sleep. Not after last night.

And the view would be here. Along with what looked like miles and miles and miles of quiet.

[for the dude and NFB for distance]

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As close as they were, Diego definitely heard it, but was so distracted by the kiss and the slick skin pressed against him that he didn't really think to tease her at the moment. The noise only made him more desperate, and spurred him on to slip a hand between them to cup her breast.

Annie moaned softly in response, this time without a hope of the jets even remotely covering the sound, but she also was a little past caring. (Another nice thing about all the privacy: no one else to potentially hear them, either.) She arched against his hand, more than a little desperate herself, and one of her hands found its way up into Diego's hair to give an encouraging little tug as she nipped lightly at his lower lip.

Being able to pull on Diego's hair even more during sex remained, in Annie's opinion, the best motivation possible for him to grow it out longer.

The hair pulling got a louder moan out of Diego, something he tried to muffle by nipping at Annie's lip lightly. He really needed to consider the long hair thing eventually.

Since he couldn't be the only one making loud noise, he circled his thumb around her nipple, trying even things out and generally enjoying how slick the water made everything feel.

The slickness was fun. It wasn't like they hadn't done this without being all wet before -- they were, like, experts in the shower, after all. But this was different, with the bubbles and the jets and the floatiness.

He was rewarded with a louder noise, of course, because how could Annie not. It just prompted her to shift a little needily in his lap and bring her hands down to his shoulders, both as a means leverage herself against him a bit better and to dig her nails in against his skin just to emphasize how much she liked that. "Do that again."

That was a request he was more than happy to fulfil. He wrapped one of his arms around Annie's waist to keep her steady, having the feeling there would be more movement when he gently rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Call it an educated guess.

There was probably going to be a whole splashing issue, eventually, given how Annie did indeed jerk her hips in response to his touch and let out an even louder noise, somewhere between a moan and a whimper. "So good," she gasped, dipping her head to lick a drop of water from Diego's neck before biting him, harder and sharper than she had before.

It wasn't like anyone was around to judge any hickeys, either, so she wasn't exactly inclined to hold back.

"Fuck," Diego murmured, fingers digging a little into Annie's waist as he tried to keep still. Between the bite and her moving around on his lap it took some effort. "More."

And see, Annie could actually help with that movement thing, bringing a hand to press Diego's opposite shoulder into the wall of the tub to hold him still. It was more just to remind him that she could, rather than to actually keep him in place effectively. Though it was probably at least a little helpful when she moved a little lower to bite the juncture of his shoulder and neck and immediately began sucking on the area to leave a bruise.

“That is so good,” he breathed, wriggling against Annie’s hold. He slid his hands over her ass, squeezing some as a tease.

Which just caused Annie to squirm against him, breathing out a moan against his neck as she raked her hand down his shoulder and along his arm, relinquishing her little hold on him in lieu of being able to touch more. "You feel so good."

Whether it was the water, or the vacation of it all, or just how worked up she was getting, it didn't really matter; Annie was just doing her best to press herself closer to Diego to feel more of his slick skin against hers.

“You do,” he said, leaning down to lick along her collarbone. “You always do.”

Even in the midst of all of this, Annie felt a sweet little flutter at how romantic that was. "Always," she agreed softly, trailing that hand down along his chest to brush her thumb across a nipple as she tilted her head up to gently bite his earlobe.

Diego cursed, muffling the noise against Annie’s skin. He bit down on her collarbone lightly, at the same time he jerked his hips up against hers.

He could be patient sometimes but not that patient.

Annie's patience was pretty frayed at this point, too, which was why that hand was snaking its way down his chest and under the water to wrap around him and lightly, teasingly stroke. "Tell me what you want," she breathed against his ear.

Just so he could hear her over the jets, of course. Not because anyone here liked having dirty requests whispered right in their ear or anything.

Diego smiled, hoping that the way his breath hitched when she touched him wasn't too obvious (it was).

"Hmm...I want you," he murmured, leaning in to nip at her earlobe. "To ride me."

It was obvious and it was hot, as was his request (and it wasn't like that wasn't where Annie was headed, anyway, but -- like, she got why he liked making her use her words, now.)

Annie let out a soft groan, trying to muffle it by pressing a kiss to the side of his head. She was not exactly successful in that effort, but that was fine since she certainly didn't do a damn thing to muffle her much louder, more prolonged moan once she had him lined up against her and could shift her hips to slowly ease over him.

'Slowly' being the operative word, at least for the moment.

Slow was for the best at the moment. Hearing Annie's reaction to his words and then feeling her a moment later was enough to overwhelm Diego some. He ran his hands soothingly up her back as he tried to take in a few discreet breaths to ensure this wouldn't be over even before they started.

Annie was more than happy to take a moment here, enjoying the gentleness of his hands on her back contrasted with all of the biting and urgency leading up to this.

"I love you," she murmured, pressing a series of soft kisses along his jaw as she slid her hands back up to his shoulders and slowly ground her hips down against his, just the barest movement.

"I love you too," Diego replied softly. He pressed a few kisses against her shoulder, letting her set the pace for now even though it would likely drive him crazy soon. "You feel so good."

Maybe driving him kind of crazy was some of the appeal of going slow for the moment. Annie kind of loved driving Diego a little crazy, in the best ways.

"God, so do you," Annie replied, nuzzling against his neck (and maybe trying to take a few breaths here so she didn't pass out or lose it -- both seemed possible) before rolling her hips fluidly down against his, setting a fairly languid pace for the time being. She knew them both too well to think it was going to stay languid, of course.

"God," he murmured, sliding one of his hands up to curl around the back of her neck, lightly stroking his fingers against her skin. He lifted his hips up to meet hers, but was (for now) keeping up with the slow pace.

The water made it even easier than usual to move over him, Annie was finding, and also made her want to hang onto Diego even tighter. (She didn't think he would mind.) One arm wrapped around his shoulders to give her a little leverage as she increased her pace ever so slightly, while her other hand slipped down his chest to lightly pinch one of his nipples.

Again: driving him crazy might have been kind of the point.

Diego moaned, loudly this time. He had wanted to keep letting Annie set the pace, but her driving him crazy plan was working, and he couldn't help but jerk his hips up hard in response.

And that drew a loud moan out of Annie, in turn. Even if that had been the exact response she'd been looking for, she still had to actually close her eyes for a moment to just focus on how good that felt.

But it was just for a moment. Annie's hand scrabbled from Diego's back to find the edge of the tub so she could use that to drive herself a little harder against him, quickening her pace enough that they were probably going to end up competing for the jets in terms of what was making the water slosh around more.

"You're so hot. God, Diego," she mumbled, dropping her face into his neck and biting him again, just as another outlet for the tension she could feel building already.

"Fuck," Diego hissed, hands scrambling to grip her waist to help her ride him. They were probably making a huge mess, but right now that was the furthest thing from Diego's mind.

"God, I love you," he panted, kissing whatever part of her he could reach.

Somewhere in Australia, Apparently | Saturday Morning

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