defenderofdesmoines | Elliot's Apartment, Dallas, 1963

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Elliot's Apartment, Dallas, 1963 | Early, early morning

Was it a good thing that Annie now had so much experience cauterizing wounds that it hadn't taken her much time at all to get the skin on Diego's abdomen fused back together? For right now, it felt like good thing, at least. To her surprise and concern, he hadn't woken up in the process -- he'd stayed completely out (though breathing), all throughout the removal of his clothes (and when she was less worried, those institution-issued tighty whities were getting some commentary), and cleaning and dressing and briefly burning the wound.

Eventually, Annie had fallen into a restless doze at his side, though the slightest movement had her waking up and reaching to check on Diego every few minutes. And good thing, too, since this most recent time when Annie woke with a start as Diego shifted on the mattress, she noticed immediately that his wound had reopened.

"Shit." She should have gone back over that once she'd established he wasn't badly hurt anywhere else, really. Guess she'd have to do it now.

She moved to press a hand into Diego's chest, prepared to hold him steady in case this time he actually did wake up when she burned him, and moved her other hand low to his abdomen. The lamp in the room gave a soft hum, and Annie's hand illuminated, white-hot enough to re-seal that wound for good this time.

Sorry, Diego. Hopefully he stayed out for a little bit longer.

[for the stabbed guy who is, unfortunately for him, not staying out a little bit longer.]

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Oh, that reaction was hot, and pretty much exactly what she'd hoped for.

Annie did as requested, tugging a little harder on his hair as she slid her opposite hand up along his arm with an appreciative sigh. "Like that?"

"Yeah," he said, nodding his head. Which had the added benefit of pulling his hair a little bit more in her hold. "I didn't realize--"

Didn't realize that was an added benefit of long hair. He now completely understood why older Diego had kept it that way.

"You didn't realize you'd like having your hair pulled during sex?" Annie supplied, mostly just to say it. Which, in turn, made her blush a little, but his reactions right now were kind of doing a lot for her.

She shifted a little closer, sliding her other hand up into his hair so she could pull on it with both hands as she leaned down to kiss his neck.

"Never had long hair before," he murmured, tilting his neck towards her. "Do you like pulling on it?"

He already knew the answer.

"I like that you like it," Annie replied, biting where his neck met his shoulder. Another spot where she didn't feel like she had to be too gentle. "So, yeah. It's kind of doing a lot for me."

Which meant she was just going to give another sharp little tug on his hair. For everyone's benefit.

"Fuck," he murmured, arching his hips up against hers. There was another little twinge of pain, but he was feeling so many other things at the moment he barely noticed it. "I'm going to need you to do that all the time now."

"My pleasure," Annie mumbled, distracted by that hip movement. Part of her wanted to caution him to be careful, but she also knew perfectly well that Diego knew his own pain tolerance, and if he wasn't okay, he'd say so.

Also, she was honestly kind of impressed he was up for this at all after being stabbed like...hours ago. Amazing. She was so fucking lucky in so many ways.

She rolled her hips down against his, teasing and light for now. "I'm kinda curious about your beard," she admitted softly, one hand leaving his hair in favor of threading lightly through said beard again.

"I've been thinking about it myself," he admitted, tilting his head to nip at her fingers. "Especially in the last ten minutes."

"Hot." Not something she'd meant to say aloud, but true nonetheless.

Annie shifted her hips again, this time ostensibly to get more comfortable in his lap while minding his injury, and slid her hand down so she could drape her arm around his neck.

If that brought her breasts closer to Diego's face -- well, good, because that had been entirely on purpose.

Diego made a pleased noise under his breath because, yes, that had been one of the things he had thought about. He leaned in, nuzzling his face against for a moment before brushing his mouth over one of her nipples.

"Fuck." Annie shifted against him a little in response, unprepared for how much she'd like that. She'd suspected, but -- "Do that again," she breathed, and now the hand in his hair was pulling in what was definitely an encouraging way. Not quite bossy, but definitely flirting with it.

The long hair had lots of benefits!

He was definitely all about that, judging from the way he was moaning against Annie's skin. Diego repeated the movement against her other breast, nuzzling for a moment before soothing the area over with his tongue.

"Yes," Annie sighed, squirming a little against his face for more of that amazing, amazing sensation. "Fuck, I love you."

She rolled her hips against his again, letting out a needy little noise and tightening her hand in his hair.

God, he had missed this. Diego slid his hands over Annie's thighs, lightly dragging his nails across her skin.

"I love you too," he murmured, closing his eyes and trying to recommit this to memory. Safe to say he was not going to take this for granted after what had happened.

Annie pressed a kiss into his hair, just enjoying how close they were for the moment (even if she was already thinking about needing to be closer, still.)

But, even if he wasn't complaining and didn't seem hurt, she was still inclined to look out for Diego's comfort. "Here," she murmured, pressing a kiss to his temple before reaching to consolidate the pillows behind him. Then he could sit up a little -- which seemed to be everyone's preference, at the moment -- without having to actually engage his injured core.

"So thoughtful," Diego teased, sitting up some so pillows could be put up behind him. "Almost like we've done this while injured before."

"I don't know if it's really a good thing that we're like, experts at this," Annie noted, but she was smiling as she leaned in to carefully arrange the pillows behind him. Which meant she was all pressed against him, and that was distracting. "Though I'll definitely say it's good that I've got a solid feel for what you can take, injury-wise, now."

Read: a whole lot more than she'd thought eighteen or so months ago.

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"I'm pretty resilient." Especially when it came to this. And if Annie was going to lean over him like that, it just meant he was going to have to place a bite against her neck. He didn't make the rules.

Well, good thing she was pretty much set with the pillows, since that bite just stole Annie's focus entirely and Diego was rewarded with a startled little gasp that faded into a soft moan.

"You're shockingly resilient," she replied when her brain was back online. "It's really impressive."

She didn't just mean his ability spring back from injuries. He was in pretty decent spirits for someone who'd gone through what he'd gone through. (To be fair, though, Kennedy hadn't really come up for a minute.)

Yes, we should all be thankful he wasn't bringing JFK into their sex lives. That would be a bit too far.

"I think you have something to do with it," Diego said, leaning up for another kiss. "You being around makes me stronger or something."

Ew.

Annie smiled into the kiss. "I think you do the same thing for me."

No, Annie. It was the Compound V that let you lift up, like, ten times your bodyweight. Not Diego. But be cute about it, sure.

"No more getting separated, then," she added, sliding her arm around his shoulders just to emphasize the point. "That settles it."

Because they'd had a whole lot of choice in the matter before? Annie wasn't really being serious so much as just wanting to underscore how happy she was to be all wrapped up in him now, and how clingy she was intending to be in light of that.

"If that already wasn't a rule before, it is now," Diego said, sliding his hands over to cup her ass. Just to encourage even more closeness.

Yes please. This was one of those times when there was no close enough, and Annie sighed softly as she leaned in to press a kiss to his ear.

"Totally a rule," she agreed softly, shifting her hips a little in his lap and slipping a hand down between them to wrap around him, minding his abdomen all the while. "One I'm more than happy to enforce, too."

Again: not actually something she had a lot of control over, but suggesting that Annie would kick the ass of anyone who attempted to separate them was kind of more the point right now than, you know, logic.

Now here was the part that would really put Diego's ability to keep still to the test. Because there was still a very fresh wound they were dealing with, here. But also there was touching and it had been a while so the urge to rock up into her hand was high.

He kept himself together. Mostly. Tightening his grip on her ass helped some.

See, and if he kept his hands on her, rather than say, taking it out on the sheets or something, then that would help Annie keep tabs on how he was doing all the better.

Though she knew Diego well enough to recognize that the tightening of his grip probably had less to do with pain and more to do with the three months.

"We're going to take it slow," she promised softly, keeping her mouth close to his ear as she started to move her hand -- not so slow as to be a tease, but definitely obviously keeping a slow, easy tempo in mind.

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