Well, if he didn't hold still, Annie might just have to do it for him.

(That was a recipe for probably not being quiet. Or gentle.)

Annie hummed softly into the kiss, discarding her bra (more discreetly than her sweater) and reaching her hand up to cup Diego's face as she kissed him. And maybe play with the beard a little, since she was already thinking she needed to know what she'd be missing if they cut it down a bit.