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]

Ugh, and that was one of her favorite things to hear from him -- even just the request itself, delivered all panting and sexy like that, sent an actual shudder through Annie.

And, of course, she was more than happy to comply. She slipped her hand down between them to circle her finger against her clit, her breathing going completely ragged in the process. "Close -- close, close, clo-- "

That last had turned into a drawn-out moan in lieu of completing the word, as Annie's eyes illuminated in the dark and everything just fell utterly apart for her and she did her best to keep moving with Diego through it.

[knife_bender]

God, that was never going to stop being hot. Between that, the feel of her tightening up around him and the fact that she hadn't stopped moving was enough to get him to the edge very quickly.

It only took another couple seconds of uncoordinated thrusts before he was coming too, tightening the hold he had on Annie's leg to keep them tangled up together for as long as he could.

[defenderofdesmoines]

That was not going to be a problem, considering Annie was clinging to him like her life depended on it. Boneless afterglow would probably hit her in a moment; right now, she was still seeing spots and trying to maintain every possible point of contact with Diego.

She dotted uncoordinated kisses along his upper chest, still trying to catch her breath, and her hands uncurled themselves against his back, smoothing out an apology over the marks she was sure she'd left with her nails.

[knife_bender]

It took a couple moments for Diego to come back to himself enough to slowly let go of Annie's leg and releasing his death grip off the headboard. He still felt a little shaky, even as he was flopping down beside Annie and immediately reaching out to pull her into his arms.

He needed all of the touching still.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Yeah, that was perfectly fine with Annie, who immediately snuggled into him with a happy, wordless hum. She was still plenty shaky herself, as was obvious when her still-trembling leg wound its way through Diego's, and she settled her head against his shoulder.

All of the touching and then some, please.

[knife_bender]

"I love you," he mumbled, still trying to catch his breath. "So much."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I love you, too," Annie replied softly, fumbling a hand up to affectionately trail her fingers along his arm because even now, she could not stop herself from touching him. "Probably has a lot to do with why I can't see straight, still."

Sex on its own tended to be great; sex with someone you were stupid, head-over-heels in love with was, like, life-changing, it turned out.

[knife_bender]

Diego laughed softly. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm not sure I can walk."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Good. Then you can't go anywhere," Annie decided, playfully draping that arm around him and tangling her legs up with his anymore. "You're my prisoner."

Oh no, of all the terrible fates, help him, help him, et cetera, et cetera.

[knife_bender]

"You know, I'm weirdly okay with that," he said. "Is that Stockholm Syndrome?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Maybe?" Annie said, with all the confidence of someone who had totally heard that term on TV a few times. She nuzzled her face against Diego's shoulder, letting out a very content sigh. "I'm never apologizing for coming home late again, for the record. Super worth it."

Crashing at the tower would have probably resulted in her waking him up for a little phone call, anyway -- and as they both knew, that would not be accompanied by the cuddling that everyone here seemed to actually, physically need afterwards.