They had nowhere to be, and in a way, this almost felt sort of...restorative and necessary, after the whirlwind of the morning's interview and all the people who'd been in this apartment earlier. For Annie, being able to reconnect privately with Diego (and yes, they had their predictable methods of finding and reforging that connection, shh) was exactly what she needed right now.

Not that she was thinking about any of this on, like, that conscious a level right now. But she was more than happy to take her time with him, luxuriating a bit in how good he felt against her and how she could lazily wind her hand up along his back and into his hair as she leaned up to deepen the kiss.