defenderofdesmoines | MHA #2

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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"You are," Diego said breathily. "You always are--"

He broke off with a loud groan as he felt himself get closer to the edge. He slid his hand down from Annie's breast to between her legs so he could circle his thumb around her clit. This was definitely one of those times he wanted to do this together.

Doing this together was exactly why Annie had pulled him back up by his hair. Not that she was thinking about that at the moment, considering that the movement of Diego's thumb felt like it sent a shock straight through her, and everything from her foot against his back to her hand in his hair went taut with the tension of trying to hold on just a few seconds longer.

"Diego," she murmured again, kissing him just this side of completely desperately and . "Diego, I'm --"

She was so close already, and she knew he knew it -- she knew he was deliberately getting her there, even -- but she still felt like she needed to warn him to make sure he came with her. It also felt like she might need to warn him just in case she broke something. It was like that today.

Warnings didn't matter, anyway, considering Annie's eyes lit up gold before she could even finish whatever she was trying to say. But she kept them focused on Diego, resisting the urge to arch away or shut her eyes or disconnect from him in any possible way.

It didn't matter how many times he had seen (or felt) this, it would always draw a look of awe out of him -- like he was the luckiest person in the world to get to see this.

He followed her soon after, no surprise since he was so close to the edge already. It only took a few more pumps of his hips before he was coming hard enough that his vision started to get all fuzzy. If he passed out it would have been so worth it.

Luckily he'd avoid it this time.

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.

"I like fiancée sex," Diego murmured, burying his face against Annie's neck. He needed a second to piece his brain back together.

"Mm-hmm. I bet I'm gonna like husband sex, too," Annie replied, smiling as she idly played with his hair and slid her opposite arm around Diego, just to keep him close.

Like he was going anywhere.

"Guess we're gonna find out soon," Diego said with a grin. He had absolutely no intention of moving any time soon. "I can't wait to marry you."

God, they might well be people who snuck off during their reception, even.

Annie smiled softly and heaved a quiet sigh of contentment as she tilted her head to kiss him. "I kinda can't believe it's really happening."

And yet it also felt like the most natural thing in the world.

"We had a lot of build up," he murmured. "Since, what, September?"

"And that's only us talking to each other about it," Annie pointed out, gently playing with his hair. "It's been a long time coming. I feel like we're really good at being engaged, by the way."

Especially this whole tangled-up naked part of it.

"We are great at it," he agreed, smiling. "Probably the best to ever do it?"

Guys it had been less than an hour.

"Fiancé hall of famers, both of us," Annie decided, keeping up with the affectionate little touches because she could not and moreover, would not be stopping with that any time soon. "I think today needs to be one of those days where we ban clothes."

A pause.

"Except jewelry." Because she wasn't taking this ring off until she went to bed, and even then, it would probably take her a minute to decide she couldn't sleep with something that pointy on her hand.

"Well if that's what my fiancée wants..." he joked, kissing her neck.

"It's what your fiancée demands," Annie teased, arching her neck for his benefit. "I'm gonna be one of those super naggy wife stereotypes and it's starting now."

Oh no, nagging about...staying naked and having more sex with her all day long.

"I am more than happy to follow these kind of demands," Diego said, laughing. "And any other demands you might come up with."

He was kind of all in, just in case you didn't notice.

"You can also issue demands," Annie decided, tilting her head to kiss him. "...but I'm totally taking 'obey' out of our vows, just to say it now."

Honestly, she figured he'd kind of be into that.

"Oh yeah, absolutely. Get rid of any of that arcane crap," he said before kissing her again. "You get to handle the looks from your mom about it, not me."

"We're already gonna be in trouble for not having a Mass," Annie replied with a dismissive little 'pff' before kissing him again. "Part of my fiancée duties will be to protect you from Vought and Catholic guilt-trips."

"I appreciate that," he said. "Meanwhile, I will try to make sure my siblings don't embarrass you too much."

"I'll need to get used to it, anyway," Annie replied with a soft smile. "As long as Klaus doesn't, like, tell the Times about my panties at my movie premiere or something, we're fine."

"I mean...that's exactly the kind of thing we need to worry about." And the blatant pointing when Klaus saw Annie's giant photoshopped boobs on the poster.

At least that was unlikely to make it into publication! (Unless, of course, someone took a picture.)

"Then we'll get out ahead of it," Annie decided, kissing him again. "I can deal. Worth being engaged to you."

And eventually married to him, for that matter.

MHA #2 | Tuesday Morning

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