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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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.

If there was such a thing as too much bossiness, Annie hadn't hit it yet. There was another moan followed by Diego doing exactly what was (silently) asked of him, upping his efforts.

He moved one of his hands from Annie's thigh to press a finger into her as well, because he was excellent when it came to non-verbal communication, thank you.

He really was. They both were, considering that resulted in Annie renewing her grip in his hair and raising her head to watch for a moment.

"Fuck." Oh, right, that was why she normally didn't watch, because it was hot and so intimate and she could feel heat climbing up her chest and into her face and she also did not care, because it didn't even begin to compete with the heat between her legs. But that was why the hand that had previously been tracing little patterns against her own throat was now covering her face. "I love you so much. So, so much."

That kind of reaction had Diego grinding his hips against the mattress, not even caring how desperate it made him look. He pressed in a second finger, pumping them in quick by steady pace.

He pulled a little against Annie's hold, trying to encourage a harder touch.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Annie let out a desperate, whimpering sort of sound as one foot slipped along the sheets, mostly in an effort to dispel some of this tension so she didn't rock her hips up into Diego's face and actually hurt him. But she could take a cue with the best of them, even when she could already feel herself building towards a total lack of control, and that hand in his hair tightened firmly in counter to the way he'd pulled against her hold. "Like that?" she managed to breathe, just before giving an experimentally sharp yank to encourage him a bit more.

Diego pulled back long enough to hiss out a sharp, "Yes."

He bit at Annie's thigh again, nuzzling his beard against for a moment before going right back to what he was doing. Her reactions were driving him just a little bit crazy, and all it was doing was encourage him to give her more.

"Careful," Annie warned, the word catching in her throat in a way that probably made it pretty clear why she was warning him. Not to mention the way she had pretty much abandoned hesitation as far as pulling on his hair and using it to communicate where she wanted him. "Careful, I -- fuck, Diego, you're too good."

And now she was using that bossy hair action to try to pull him up towards her, a bit. She would be willing to hear arguments if he really wanted to keep going, but she also was kind of desperate and on the verge and needed him, too.

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Diego followed that action, making his way back up Annie's body and looking pleased with himself. "I love watching you when I do that."

Annie, flushed and warm and full of all kinds of pent-up energy at this point, did not hesitate at all in saying, "I can't control myself if I watch you while you're doing that."

The covering-her-face thing came mostly out of shyness, yes, but there was also a very real possibility that she would just lose it immediately if she watched him too closely. Between the stimulation and the visuals, it was -- fuck.

She was more than a little desperate at this point, and thus as soon as she could, she wound her other hand up into Diego's hair and leaned up to kiss him needily.

Diego sort of melted into that kiss, pressing himself up against Annie. He was more than a little wound up (he knew she was too), but taking the time to kiss her was exactly what he needed.

It was also exactly what Annie needed to come back to Earth a little and re-focus, and she was already wrapping a leg up around Diego to encourage him to stay melted, please.

She deepened the kiss, arching her back a little just to be that much closer to him, that much more pressed together.

Diego place a hand on the leg Annie had wrapped around him, having absolutely no intention of untangling them any time soon. "I love you."

As sweet as that was and as overwhelmed as she was feeling, Annie still couldn't help an inpatient arch of her hips against his in response. "I love you, too."

So much she thought she might marry him, actually.

Thank god for that. Both the marrying thing, and her arching his hips towards him. He didn't think he could hold out much longer.

He slid his free hand between them, lining himself up against her. Figuring they both had waited long enough and it had already been established he was good at reading non-verbal cues, he wasted no time arching his hips to press into her.

Annie wrapped her leg around him more tightly and brought her other leg up around his waist to try to drawn Diego in, needing to feel as much of him as she could. She mumbled something needy and soft into the kiss, inhaling sharply and knotting her hands in his hair both as encouragement and because she needed an outlet for how this felt.

Both the physical sensation, which was both a lot and exactly what she needed, and the emotional high that was hitting her harder than ever at the moment.

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Diego had a take a second to drop his head to Annie's shoulder and just breathe. It had been a lot of build up and he was on an emotional hair trigger just due to the excitement of everything so he needed a second. Just to collect himself before he lost it immediately.

"Fuck," he murmured. "You feel amazing."

"You always do," Annie whispered, pulling one hand out of his hair just to soothingly trace her fingertips gently down his back as she exhaled a careful, slow breath. She needed to stay close and connected and with him, and for right this moment, it was enough to just breathe together.

Breathe and turn her head to press a kiss to the side of his head. She would need to move soon -- she'd actually broken out in goosebumps, probably due equally to sensation and anticipation -- but she was more than happy to take it slow.

You only got to have we-just-got-engaged sex once, right? (Well. Ideally, anyway.)

If (when?) they had sex again today would that also count as we-just-got-engaged sex? Make a day of it.

Luckily Diego didn't need too long to pull himself together. Soon he was leaning up to kiss Annie again, at the same time he started moving his hips, letting the pace build up slowly.

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.

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