MHA #2 | Late, Late Wednesday Night (or Thursday Morning?)

[defenderofdesmoines]

So, the thing about being a very in-demand person back home was that you tended to be kind of...well, in-demand. So while Annie could usually count on being able to skate out of work on Wednesdays in time to change her clothes and grab a jello shot or three, tonight had kept her late at the tower.

It was...sort of nice? Because it wasn't just a lollipop meeting they'd kept her for. She, A-Train and Maeve had actually talked about strategy, the saves they'd each done that week -- Noir had been there too but, you know, not a lot of talking going on there -- and how they were supposed to move forward as a team of five for the moment. Especially when their auxiliary member, if he even counted still, hadn't shown his face in New York since last year (because he was probably scared of it being burned off, or so Annie liked to tell herself), and their supposed leader could probably lose his position to a glass of water in a cape if it was left up to public opinion at the moment.

Which was why he hadn't been there, Annie assumed. She hadn't asked. She'd actually just enjoyed kind of...feeling like a team, for once. Only took the better part of a year.

In any case, it was very late when she'd managed to fire a text off to Diego to let him know she'd be later still, and thus she was trying to be very quiet when she let her still-uniformed self into the apartment awhile later, in case he was asleep. Equal parts courtesy and imperviousness to paranoid, half-asleep knife-throwing at work here, though Annie certainly wasn't really thinking about the latter.

[for the dude!]

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[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie was going to say that she had missed him, too, but why do that when an enthusiastic agreement could just be hummed into the kiss? Kissing was better than talking (though she loved talking to Diego, even and especially when it was about loving and/or missing one another), and this way she could also wrap her legs loosely up around him to keep him right where he was for now.

Because she'd missed him. And also because she wanted to rub a thumb across one of his nipples and see what he did in response.

[knife_bender]

His response was to gasp softly, arching his back towards her touch. "Again."

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie was all too happy to take direction when it was given, and rolled his nipple lightly between her thumb and forefinger. She shifted her mouth to Diego's neck, flicking her tongue out against his skin before biting with the full intent of leaving a mark.

[knife_bender]

"Fuck, that feels good," he murmured, rocking his hips up against hers. "You always feel so good."

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie slung her leg a little higher around Diego's waist so she could arch up against him, grinding her hips against his with a soft moan she didn't even try to muffle. "We should do this all night."

Was that a realistic proposition? Not in the slightest. But it was how Annie felt at the moment.

[knife_bender]

Diego laughed softly, unable to keep from rocking his hips against hers again. "No sleeping tonight, huh?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I mean, if you'd rather sleep...." Annie offered altruistically, sliding her opposite hand up to give his other nipple some attention as she rolled her hips up against his.

It did not seem like he'd rather sleep from where she was sitting. Laying. Gyrating. Whatever.

[knife_bender]

"I didn't say that--" And just in case she doubted him, he was moving to kiss her again, pressing himself up against her as much as he could. Pants were still an issue but pants were always an issue at this point.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie, who still had her underwear to think of even if she'd avoided the pants issue beyond that, had not doubted Diego at all. But she had been angling for exactly this kind of proof he wouldn't rather sleep, thank you, and she showed her appreciation with a needy moan into that kiss as she arched against him.

"We're overdressed," she mumbled, biting lightly at his lower lip. And, like, still with her legs wrapped around him, so what was everyone supposed to do about being overdressed, Annie?

[knife_bender]

"I know," he said, pulling back with a sigh. "I'm definitely sleeping naked on Wednesday nights from now on."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Well, hopefully I won't be this late next week," Annie murmured, reluctantly uncurling her legs from around him so everyone could remove their offensive remaining clothing. "But, like, that's not an argument."

She was presently of the opinion that he should basically never wear clothes, really. Maybe get under the occasional blanket for warmth if he must.

[knife_bender]

Well that would make fighting crime a little awkward.

"I didn't think it would be," he said, grinning. It was a little awkward kicking off his sweatpants without fully moving off the bed but he wasn't about to do something silly like move.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Considering Annie was clumsily shimmying out of her underwear and kicking it off a foot when standing or otherwise moving off the bed would have been way more practical, she certainly didn't mind any awkwardness.

As soon as everyone was free of their clothes, she was reaching for Diego again -- and while Annie was usually very careful to watch her strength in bed (unless she was making a point to use it), she was not shy about using a little extra oomph to pull him back down against her. Just to make herself, like, crystal clear. "Much better."

[knife_bender]

Diego was not going to complain about that at all. He huffed out a little laugh as he found himself back on top of Annie, not even worried about whether or not he was too heavy for her for once.

“Much better,” he agreed before leaning down to kiss her again.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie hummed happily into the kiss as she wrapped her legs loosely back up around him and reached to smooth a hand along his back.

And like, given the way she almost automatically twitched her hips up against his with a soft little noise, there would need to be more soon -- but right now, Annie was more than happy to be a little overwhelmed by the warmth of all that bare skin and the weight of Diego against her as she arched up to kiss him.

[knife_bender]

Diego let out a contented a little sigh, pressing himself against Annie as much as he could as he kissed her. He placed one of his hands on her thigh, squeezing slightly to encourage her to wrap it around him more tightly.

[defenderofdesmoines]

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.)

[knife_bender]

Diego would characterize it was a whimper, and that's what counted. Of course hearing that made him let out a noise that wasn't exactly smooth so they were on even ground here.

He nipped at Annie's lip, and bumped his nose against hers playfully. "Like this?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Like this," Annie agreed, partly because this was already doing a lot for her, and partly because if they broke apart to change position she might actually just die, here, in this bed, out of prolonged neediness. She was already flushed and eager to the point of wriggling a little under Diego, trying to press her hips up again, encouragingly. "Please."

A little light begging never hurt anyone, either.

[knife_bender]

Diego gave a shaky nod before getting both arms under Annie's thighs to line himself up against her. With the both of them as amped up as they were he didn't tease too much, but still pressed in slowly to let her adjust.

Considerate even during a "u up?" quickie, how romantic.

[defenderofdesmoines]

The slowness was appreciated (and, honestly, not that she was thinking about it consciously, would actually be so sweet to Annie in retrospect), since it not only gave her time to adjust to the sensation, but also offered her the opportunity to hike her legs up a little further and angle her hips to assist.

Because she was helpful. Moaning and arching her back a little and mumbling a little, "Oh my God, I love you," and helpful.

[knife_bender]

"I love you too," Diego mumbled. He ducked his head down to mouth at her neck, trying to distract himself from the immediate need to move.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie hooked her legs around his waist, rocking her hips up to meet his but keeping her own movements gentle and easy for the moment as everyone got their bearings -- because let's be real, everyone here knew that gentle, easy, sweet rocking was not going to be the speed at work here for long.

She slid both arms up around Diego, scratching her nails lightly along his back as she tilted her head to press a kiss near his ear. "God, you feel so good."

[knife_bender]

Diego placed a bite against Annie's neck before leaning up to give her another kiss, feeling like he had some control of his faculties again. "Yeah? You do too."

He rocked his hips up with a little more force behind it, as if to prove that point.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie was totally going to reply -- and it was going to be something witty and hot and awesome, too, it totally was -- but that little bit of force was enough to completely just erase her mind for a second, and all that came out was a little gasp as her head dropped back in pleasure.

But it was definitely a happy gasp, and the way Annie tightened her nails against Diego's back was definitely unconscious, thrilled encouragement as she moved with him. "Fucking amazingly good." See? Pure wit. Right there.