Hey, depending on how his wound held up and whether everyone stayed out of the apartment for awhile, maybe they'd even get a second shot. But this also didn't need to be a marathon. It never was, when it was something like this -- danger heightened everything and being apart heightened it more.

The important part was that Annie felt like she needed to be close to him, and to renew their emotional bond in a physical way. Sex was, as always, a really excellent way to express her feelings for Diego. Sometimes words just didn't cut it on their own.

She took her time shifting into position, her hand moving steadily until she had him angled against her. "Slow," she repeated softly, almost a reassurance, before closing that last little bit of distance as she slid over him and then stopped once their hips were flush to give everyone a second to adjust to that new feeling.