Annie Hargreeves (
defenderofdesmoines) wrote2022-05-31 07:23 am
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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!]
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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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.
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She deepened the kiss, arching her back a little just to be that much closer to him, that much more pressed together.
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So much she thought she might marry him, actually.
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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.
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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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"Fuck," he murmured. "You feel amazing."
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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.)
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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.
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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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If anything, he was doing what he could to encourage those noises. He slid his free hand up to her chest, circling his thumb around her nipple before tugging lightly.
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No, actually, she hiked one leg a little higher up around Diego's waist, trying to take him a little deeper if she could as she gave his hair a sharp, quick pull.
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"You're so good," she mumbled, nipping lightly at his lower lip and giving his hair a tug at the same time.
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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Like he was going anywhere.
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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.
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Especially this whole tangled-up naked part of it.
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