defenderofdesmoines | MHA #2

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MHA #2 | Tuesday Morning

For those of you playing at home: no, Annie had not yet found her engagement ring.

To be fair to her, she had found nine of the decoy boxes by now, which she thought was pretty damn impressive, thank you. She had them neatly lined up in the guest room, next to the previously well-organized white board that now boasted an increasingly untidy list of the found decoys' locations and of crossed-out rooms she'd searched. Organizing her thoughts had been a good idea, but as the search had worn on, Annie's patience with keeping things neat had frayed a bit.

That was also true in a more literal sense, as their apartment was a disaster by now. She'd pulled bookshelves out from walls, and books off of those shelves. Half of her and Diego's drawers were pulled out of their dressers and counters and sitting on the floor. She'd emptied the bathroom's medicine cabinet and left everything from her backup bottles of conditioner to the first aid kit sitting out, just so she didn't mistakenly retrace her steps.

It didn't help that she'd had pause her search to work yesterday for Memorial Day -- though on the bright side, she'd managed to confer with Maeve (read: whisper frantically at Maeve while they both made wistful faces next to various monuments in DC), and that had led to some untapped ground at her teammate's suggestion.

"Oh my God, I see a box!" Annie yelled from on top of a stepladder in their bedroom, shining an illuminated hand into an air vent. Nine decoys in, and you'd think the excitement would have worn off. And it had a little, in the sense that Annie didn't feel like she might faint every time she found one, at least. (The minute she found a box that made a noise when she shook it, though? Different story.)

[for the guy!]

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And look at how she was managing it without having to get up or break apart at all, really! (The pants would be a different story, but they always were.) She tossed her offensive bra off...somewhere -- the room was already a wreck, who cared -- and reached up to mirror Diego's touch and run her own fingertips along his chest, too, though she was also very interested in running her hands along his arms.

Everyone was allowed to have shallow favorites, even when they loved the whole package completely. And Annie was fond of his arms. (And, now, his hair.)

Diego spent a lot of time in the gym to get those arms, he appreciated that she appreciated his hard work.

He had his own shallow favorites as well. Her legs, namely. But there was a lot to be said over her reaction when he ducked his head down to mouth at her breasts, especially now that the beard was in play.

Keeping the beard had been the best idea.

Keeping the beard remained the best idea. Even if he someday cut his hair, Annie was getting really attached to the beard. For one thing, he looked really good with it.

But also. There was also this, and Annie was not subtle about showing how much she loved feeling his beard on all that sensitive skin. Between his mouth and the friction of his beard -- like, she'd liked this back when it had just been day-to-day stubble, and now she was kind of getting addicted to the way the beard felt.

And just in case he needed incentive to keep his hair, too, her hand tightened its grip encouragingly as Annie rolled her shoulders back to bring her breasts closer to him. Helpfully. In case he needed the assistance, you know.

Diego didn't need the assistance, but it was very much appreciated. Everything about Annie was his favorite thing, but her being so enthusiastic during times like these was his most favorite.

"You feel so good," he murmured, nipping lightly at her breast.

Annie could not conceive of a time when she would not be brimming with enthusiasm concerning Diego and nudity and bed and beards.

That was even more evident as she squirmed needily under him, unable to stifle a soft moan as she used the hand in his hair to sort of encourage him towards that breast. "So do you. You have no idea."

He probably had some idea. She really hadn't been shy about it.

He did have a bit of an idea, but he liked hearing that regardless. He nuzzled his face against her chest for a moment before leaning up to kiss her again. "We need to get our pants off."

"It's like the one thing we're bad at together," Annie noted affectionately, kissing him and sliding her hands down between them to see if she could get his pants off while he was actually on her.

All she was doing was proving her point, really, but at least she tried.

"Maybe a resolution for us?" Diego joked, shifting to make that easier on her. "Learn to take our pants off before we get into bed?"

"That seems presumptuous," Annie teased, getting his pants undone enough that she could push them down a bit and run her hands appreciatively over his ass. (See, she was helpful getting clothes off, too!) "But hey, if I can't presume that I'm having sex with my fiancé, then...."

Mostly just an excuse to say one of her new favorite words, yeah.

"Please keep saying that word," Diego said with a grin. He was already reaching down to help Annie with her pants, ignoring the fact that both of them with pants halfway down was making even more work for themselves.

"Which word?" Annie asked, shifting her hips to help despite how much more helpful it would be for them to just break apart for the ten or so seconds it would take to remove their pants individually. She also gave his ass a squeeze, just for emphasis. "Presume? Sex?"

She was already well aware that he liked it when she used her words in bed, as it was.

"I mean, sex is always good," Diego said, hands getting a little clumsy when she squeezed his ass again. It was distracting! "But fiancé is the new one."

Sex was also fairly clinical to use in bed, but Annie blushed just thinking of less clinical ways to put things.

(Give her time and see what desperation could breed, though.)

"My fiancé needs to get my pants off faster, then," Annie replied softly, trying to push his down a little more and wriggling under him to bring a foot up to help with that. It was not graceful, no, but it might actually get the job done.

"Oooh, bossy." Bossy and saying fiancé? Really hot. "Hold on--let me actually move."

Siiiiiggggggh. The bane of their existence.

At least when he finally did move he got his pants off quickly and was immediately reaching to get hers off all the way. "Much better."

"I can be so much bossier," Annie assured him, which was more about saying so than actually informing him since Diego knew that perfectly well. She lifted her hips to help him, being none too shy about taking in all that glorious nakedness on display, as well. "And I have the hottest fiancé."

To be fair, Annie had been giving herself the award for Hottest Boyfriend for well over a year now, so that tracked.

"I don't know about that," Diego said, crawling back onto the bed once both pairs of pants were tossed away. He placed a kiss against the inside of her knee. "My fiancée is pretty hot."

"You can think that," Annie agreed softly, her knee shifting slightly under that kiss. Hello, Diego, way to command even more of her focus. "It has two Es when you say it."

See, loophole! And also, Annie transparently loved hearing that word, too, especially from Diego.

Diego would allow that loophole. He'd voice that opinion later, but right now he was busy kissing his way down her thigh. He didn't think there'd be any complaints.

There would absolutely not be any complaints. If anything, there would be encouragement in the form of Annie shifting her leg slightly to feel more of his beard there.

One hand had already found its way to lightly rest on her chest, her fingertips idly tracing a little pattern there. But once she could reach, this seemed like a prime opportunity to confirm her suspicions about how much she was going to like Diego's hair growth in this application.

Diego looked up at Annie, a little thrill running down his spine when he saw her touching herself. He shouldered his way between Annie's legs, placing one of his hands on the outside of her left leg while he focused on making sure the right was thoroughly covered in kisses and love bites that, unfortunately, wouldn't leave any bruises.

The same went for beard burn. Sigh.

Absolutely not for a lack of trying, though.

Annie squirmed impatiently, breathing out a long sigh at how good that felt on her leg -- which, you know, boded well for the immediate future -- and lightly traced her fingers along the curve of one of her breasts as her other hand drifted down along her own hip, just as an outlet for the anticipation right now.

"You look so hot like this," she murmured, her voice completely unsteady (which was probably not surprising. For that matter, her opinion was not exactly a hot take, either, considering this was pretty much the basis for at least seventy-five percent of the Diego-focused dirty dreams and daydreams she'd had.)

Diego's smile probably could be felt against Annie's leg after she said that. "I won't lie, it's one of my favorite places to be."

He followed that up with a bite to her inner thigh, just to keep her on her toes.

Her toes, speaking of, actually curled as she shivered, and that hand on her chest was now at the hollow of her throat as Annie...okay, fine, adjusted her shoulders against her pillow so she had a good view. (It didn't mean she had to watch the whole time! But...like, he really did look so hot she might catch fire, right now.)

And with everything closer in range, the hand that had traveled down her hip was now making its way into Diego's hair. She wasted no time in knotting her fingers in his hair and giving an encouraging little...pull. Not too bossy -- yet -- but definitely an attempt to communicate that Annie felt he could definitely speed up his trajectory here a bit. Please.

Diego made a pleased humming noise, nuzzling against her thigh. "You should do that harder."

Just in case she needed incentive, Diego did stop teasing and put his mouth where she really wanted it. The hair pulling really did it for him, okay?

God. She had loved his beard on her thighs -- he could probably tell, since that alone had worked her up pretty well, and she gave a soft moan as her head fell back when his mouth found her. But this was even better.

She didn't need verbal encouragement to pull harder on his hair, welcome though it was, but Annie did unconsciously check her strength as she gave a sharper tug. This time, she was sort of bossy about it, using her hand in his hair to try to drive his face a little more against her.

Hopefully that wasn't too much bossiness? (Was there such a thing?) She was absolutely not remotely worried about it at the moment, clearly.

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