Annie trailed her hands along Diego's back, one hand finding its way to give his bicep a similar squeeze as the other skimmed fingertips down his spine. She was very appreciative of how he felt right now, and could not seem to stop touching him -- which, to be fair, was a problem she tended to have a lot.

She was still excellent at taking direction, though, and wrapped her leg more snugly around him. Which, of course, brought her hips up against his again, and this time the noise Annie made was more of a helpless little whimper. (Not that she'd ever characterize it that way herself.)