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Vought Tower | Wednesday Afternoon

Annie's enormous gold-and-white apartment was almost quiet for the first time in over two hours, now that she was gently all but pushing Ashley, Seth and Evan out the door. Her face hurt from smiling, her brain was tired from answering questions and leaping swiftly though conversational hoops before someone said something that could bite either of them in the ass later, and she wanted to get the fuck out of this uniform and take stock of how her fiancé was feeling, please.

But Vought was Vought, so. "I think this is going to turn out, like, so fucking great, Starlight," Ashley was saying, consulting the VoughtPad she was carrying with the rough coverage of the interview on it. "Spread looks great, you both look hot as hell, interview was perf -- this is going to be so good with, like, women between 15 and 45."

"Romance of the century," Evan added, glancing over Annie's shoulder at Diego with an assuring wave of his hand.

"So down-to-Earth," Seth added, looking from Annie to Diego and back again. "The girl next door with superpowers bringing her man home to meet her fans." He actually clasped a hand to his heart.

That was Annie's cue to actually give these people a physical push now, one hand on Seth's back as she steered them out the door and thanked them for coming before Ashley could say something racist to Diego again. (Annie was trying to nip that in the bud, but there had been a few times where all she'd been able to do was direct the interviewer not to use that comment and shoot Diego an apologetic look.)

And as soon as the door was shut and it was silent again, Annie leaned back against the door and closed her eyes for a moment before looking over towards Diego. "That...went okay?"

It had gone shockingly okay, by her standards, but if he disagreed then she'd make sure it went different next time.

[for the other person who's gonna be on the cover of People next Tuesday.]

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The way Annie flushed preemptively probably spoke to how much she already liked the suggestion of a suggestion.

"I'd love to hear it," Annie replied softly, having to clear her throat a little in spite of herself and keeping her hand's rhythm easy, light.

This time Diego flushed a little, since he hadn't actually expected a 'put up or shut up' moment. Still, if he was going to say dirty things there wasn't anyone else he'd rather say them to.

"Well generally things get even better when I'm inside you," he said, giving her a wry smile even with the blushing. "I mean, I could be wrong, but..."

The blushing kind of did it for her, there. The fact that she could make him blush -- especially when he was the usually more sexually confident of the pair of them -- sent a little thrill through Annie. Between that and his words, she was pretty much this side of being so turned on she might actually faint or something.

It also had her leaning down to kiss him, because like, that was basically what she'd been after, and she was shifting her hips forward a little bit as she used her hand to line him up against her, finally. "I like hearing you use your words," she murmured.

Diego kissed Annie back, making a muffled noise that sounded nothing but pleased when he felt her line up against him. He arched his hips up slightly, doing just a little bit of teasing himself.

Which wouldn't last long, considering how wound up they both were, but he at least could say he tried.

Annie pulled back with a light, teasing nip to his lower lip, and moved to press her free hand into Diego's chest gently. (Just -- you know, if he liked the view, he'd be able to see better from his back, right?)

And then, with a quickness that totally belied all of this teasing, Annie shifted her hips and guided him into her. The soft groan she let out also totally betrayed how badly worked up she was, though she did take a moment to get settled for both their benefits.

...well, it was a good view when she was holding him down. Also, he liked it when she held him down. Win-win.

Diego's moan was a little louder than Annie's, gripping her hips tight as he tried to keep still and give her time to adjust. He was mostly succeeding. He was pretty worked up so keeping his hips completely still was near impossible.

It wasn't an especially long moment of getting settled, even if Annie had needed to take a few, steadying breaths at the rush of sensation.

But once she had herself a little more under control -- that moan was not helpful to that end, Diego, nor was that hip movement that had Annie all but rolling her eyes back into her head -- she found a fairly hard, quick rhythm.

No point in wasting time. They'd already been cute and wrapped up around each other, and they'd probably end up there again before too long. Right now, after that much teasing, Annie wanted fast and hard. Especially given that she was keeping her hand planted on his chest, because...well, that seemed to just be working for everyone, really.

It was absolutely working for Diego. He may have tried to push back a little against her hold but if was not from trying to get her to stop.

"Oh, fuck," Diego panted, lifting his hips to meet her rhythm. "Fuck, yes--"

It was just that much hotter to have him push up against her hand, since Annie didn't have to try at all to keep him in place. And maybe a little piece of why this was working for her was that she was using her left hand, which just evoked all kinds of things when she looked at it, these days.

Sweet and dirty was the perfect combination, always.

"Uh huh," Annie agreed, perhaps not as eloquently as she could have but she was also busy right now, and her free hand slipped down to cover one of his briefly as she maintained her rhythm. "You feel so fucking good."

"God, so do you," he said, breaking off into another loud moan. Later on he'd really hope this room was soundproof or Homelander was off doing literally anything else.

"Fuck, I love you," he gasped, feeling his stomach tighten as he got closer to release. "Harder--"

See, the hand on his chest was useful for lots of reasons, since it also afforded Annie the leverage she needed to thrust that bit harder against him.

And that felt so good that she was almost immediately tipping her head back on a loud moan of her own, her free hand sliding up her own chest to lightly squeeze one breast.

For Diego's view, yes. But also for her, because she was getting so close and she didn't really care about inhibitions or hesitations or putting on a show, right now, she cared about how great he felt. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

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Jesus, that was about the hottest thing he had ever seen. And they did this a lot.

"Close," he warned, although it was pretty obvious by now. It was a miracle he didn't completely lose it just by watching her. "With me, come on--"

Annie sort of tried to agree, because she was so there, but what actually came out wasn't so much coherent words as another, "Fucking yes--" that faded off into a loud moan as her eyes illuminated.

And she was probably going to leave some nail marks on his chest from how her hand curled into a fist when she came, but she strongly suspected Diego would be okay with that. (If it had been possible, she would have left them on herself, too.)

He would definitely be wearing those marks as a badge of honor. For now, he barely felt her nails on him, too focused on how good everything was and how close he was.

So close, in fact, he was coming right after her, somehow being louder than before. The dirty and sweet stuff really did it for him, okay?

They were kind of outstanding at both the dirty and the sweet, too.

Annie did not waste much time catching her breath before she was releasing her pressure on his chest in favor of sort of melting and collapsing down against him, instead. She could breathe hard and tremble while doing that. Multitasking!

"Love you." Important to say right now. Or to, like, shakily whisper, anyway.

"Love you," he murmured right back. He shakily lifted up one of his arms so he could run his fingers along her back. "We're great at post-interview sex."

"We're great at all sex," Annie decided, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone before shifting just a tad so she could stretch out more comfortably and permanently against him. "I didn't hurt you?"

It had been a long time since she'd checked, but it had also been a long time since she'd been concerned she might have, actually.

"No, I am amazing right now." Like, so great. Everything right now was great.

Annie huffed out a little laugh as she nestled her head against his shoulder and reached out to gently trace her fingertips -- just the pads of her fingers, not her nails -- over the marks she'd left. "You are amazing."

Just, you know. If he was going to put it out there, what choice did she have but to agree?

"You are," Diego said, lifting his head enough to press a kiss to the top of her head before settling down again. "We both are."

"We both are," Annie agreed, sighing happily and stretching out a leg to lightly trace her foot along one of his. "I'm so proud of us."

For pulling off the interview, and for being able to follow something she'd been so nervous about with that.

(And also for the sex, in general. She was always kind of impressed with what they could do together.)

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