If he ever did pass out from coming too hard, Annie would be so proud of herself. Possibly forever. Like, he got to be smug about lightbulbs, she could be smug about literally knocking him out with sex.

Perhaps another day.

For now, though, Annie was breathing as hard as if she'd run around the island as she tried to come back to herself. She let go of his hair, her hand flattening out to smooth over where she'd been gripping lazy, affectionate apology, and pressed a clumsy kiss to Diego's temple.