Oh, it was a when. No one was leaving this apartment until at least tomorrow.

Annie arched up into the kiss, rolling her hips up to meet Diego's and following his slow pace. It was easier to focus on kissing him right now rather than how fucking amazing this felt -- especially given all that buildup, and all these feelings, and how Annie caught sight of her ring as she slid her hand to Diego's shoulder and just seeing it sent a tingle through her. That was all a lot -- like, an overwhelming, if-she-focused-too-hard-she-might-actually-come-immediately lot -- but kissing Diego was helping.

It did not stop her from making some pathetic whimpering noises into the kiss, but hey. Couldn't win them all.