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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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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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