defenderofdesmoines | Vought Tower

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Vought Tower | Monday Evening

Annie had had work today, and while her spot on Good Morning America had gone really well, honestly -- she was getting better and better at the whole press thing with every interview -- the Make-a-Wish event this afternoon had put her in a fantastic mood. Like. Not if she dwelled on the whole...why of it, of course, but just being there and meeting so many kids whose days all just seemed made when she'd gotten there -- it was the kind of thing that made Annie feel like she was actually making a difference, not just cashing checks.

And, as an added benefit, she'd had enough time to get back to the tower and change into her civilian clothes before going down to -- gasp -- actually meet Diego in the lobby! So he didn't have to ride the elevator with some fucking weirdo she worked with on Valentine's Day, at least! (And instead, Annie just had to hope that whoever viewed the elevator security footage valued their job enough not to try to sell it to tabloids or something!)

Now, she was watching on as Diego did something that they had discussed a couple weeks back, and made this apartment just a little bit more his space, too.

"How many of those do you think it can hold?" she asked, already impressed at how well he was hiding the knives he was stashing in her chandelier. They blended right in, who knew.

[for the guy putting knives in a chandelier, of course, and NFB for distance, natch.]

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Diego turned his head to nip at Annie's hand playfully. "I'm sure you'll make it up to me somehow."

"That's hot." See, she hadn't even planned to say that -- it just slipped out as a response, because Annie had had no idea until this very moment that playfully nipping at her hand would kind of do it for her. Score one for experimenting. "And yeah, I'm already planning ways to make it up to you."

Her plans would only get more detailed as time went on, most likely.

"I'm looking forward to it," Diego said with a smile. He took Annie's wrists to gently lie the back on the pillow. "Stay."

It was sort of an order, but it was followed up by Diego leaning down to kiss his way down Annie's chest and stomach so it was the good kind of order, right?

Honestly, in this position, all orders were the good kinds of orders.

"Bossy," Annie murmured, her skin flushing all the way down her chest as she tried to hold still for him and mostly managed it. "I like it, though."

Obviously. Annie was clearly loving every second of this. Hard to feel self-conscious about being focused on when every distraction had been stripped away, including her own hands.

The words of encouragement were doing a lot for Diego, and had him getting a little rougher. He placed a light bite against Annie's ribs, hoping for it to serve as a minor distraction from him smoothly sliding one of his hands along her inner thigh.

It was a distraction -- all of this was distracting, really -- but not enough of one that she didn't notice his hand on her thigh. (But, to be fair, Annie felt like she could have probably been on fire and still noticed a move like that.)

She arched up a bit, trying to encourage more of that biting (even if it was about a hop and a skip away from being a little ticklish.)

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Well it was hard not to accommodate a request like that, even an unspoken one. He bit down again, a little harder this time, and followed it up with a lick after to soothe it.

Meanwhile the hand he had on her thigh moved to lightly press against her through her underwear.

"Diego." She didn't have anything else to follow that up with, just his name drifting out of her like a little plea -- though Annie was starting to be pretty aware that her words were, like, the one thing she still could use throughout this. But that light touch had just erased everything else in her head, and she was both arcing her neck up a bit so she could watch him and also very tempted to just shut her eyes because hot.

Okay, that was a note she could remember for his turn: maybe a blindfold.

Diego smiled at that reaction, placing a kiss against Annie's stomach before moving down to settle between her thighs. "Good?"

"You know it's good," she sighed, taking advantage of his position to run a foot along his arm. She was resourceful, see? "And I feel like I get why you like it when I hold you down, now."

It wasn't like it had been a mystery before, but Annie had not really anticipated how the -- well, the anticipation would be such a turn-on. It made her squirm a little, her natural impatience making this better in all the best ways.

"I'm glad you're seeing things from my perspective," Diego teased, rubbing his fingers against her with a little more purpose this time. "And I am definitely enjoying it from this perspective."

Annie shifted against his fingers with a needy little whimper, actually scooting herself a couple inches down the bed unintentionally in an effort to seek out more. "Your perspective," she said, feeling her face heat up, "seems to involve trying to kill me a little."

Not a discouragement. Annie was probably reacting exactly as intended. (Or, at least, this was exactly the way she'd want to see Diego respond to her if their positions were reversed.)

"Only a little bit," Diego joked, cutting down on the teasing slightly by actually moving to pull her underwear off. If he had been a little more impatient they probably would have been torn off.

But he was supposed to be the patient one here, so the clothing went unscathed.

As though Annie wouldn't have been driven absolutely wild by her panties being ripped off. The patience was hot in a different way, though -- it was doing a lot for her to feel like Diego was in charge, here.

And there was a not-insignificant part of her that was responding to how sexy it was to let him. Trust was hot.

She shifted her hips up to help with her underwear, kind of idly experimenting with the cuffs and her hands as she did so -- again, more an outlet than testing her limits, since Annie didn't want to actually break the cuffs and let go of the illusion that she really was at his mercy.

"This is really hot," she offered softly, her voice a little throatier than she would have liked. "Should've done it sooner."

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"Important thing is we're getting to it now," Diego said, tossing that last bit of clothing. Then, in a truly astounding moment of foresight, he got off the bed to remove his as well.

Now he remembered, yes. And if it prolonged things a little more, well, pure coincidence.

The noise that came out of Annie when he pulled away from her was not a dignified one, no. It was entirely possible that she'd anticipated an different course of events. Maybe.

That being said, she could watch this, totally unhampered, and actually sat up with her cuffed hands to give Diego undressing her fullest attention.

Diego grinned over at her when he saw that. "Aren't you supposed to be more patient than me?"

We'll see how well his patience held out when the tables were turned.

"You will get what you want," he said, crawling back up on the bed for another kiss. "I promise."

"I don't think I ever promised to be more patient than you," Annie replied, nipping at his lower lip and leaning into the kiss, just to be a little playful about the whole thing. You could credit the champagne a bit for that, but Diego had also gotten her pretty worked up already.

And honestly, she didn't believe he'd enjoy this nearly as much if she just laid there and was totally compliant about it, either.

Yeah, watching her trying to break the unspoken rules was half the fun of it.

"It's implied. I'm the impulsive one," he said before kissing her again. He put one of his hands on her shoulders to encourage her to lie down again.

She put up just a tiny bit of resistance -- again, mostly just for the show of it -- before allowing herself to be tipped back down onto her back. And, unprompted, Annie put her hands back over her head.

Maybe she had noticed that this position lent a natural arch to her back. Maybe she wanted her hands out of the way to make room for him, and help with her own temptation. Maybe she was just eager.

(It was all of the above.)

"You don't seem to be very impulsive today," Annie replied, smiling up at him and not being at all shy about giving him a very thorough once over.

"For some reason I feel like taking my time today." Weird, right? Wonder why.

Diego was still human, though, and his eagerness was starting to get the better of him. He settled himself back between Annie's legs, leaning down to run his tongue along her breast again. It was hard to not do it with her back arched like it was.

Annie wrapped a leg loosely around him, trying to use what she had at her disposal still to both make sure Diego really understood how much she liked this (perhaps he had not gotten it yet?) and to try to find herself a little friction, if she could.

"I love you," she mumbled, sighing as she rolled her shoulders back to try to arch a little more for him.

"I love you too," he said, leaning up to kiss her again. He placed one hand on the leg wrapped around his waist, and reached up with the other to run along one of the cuffs. "And I definitely lied, I am not that patient right now."

Annie fumbled around to try to twine her fingers with Diego's briefly, just because she wanted to see if she could.

"Good," she murmured, rocking her hips up against his as she kissed him and snugged that leg a little tighter. "Be impatient with me."

Diego kept their fingers together. He had definitely missed the touching, and he was too desperate to really enforce the rules right now.

He let go of Annie's leg briefly to reach down to line himself up against her, giving her another quick kiss before pressing in slowly.

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