The Vought American Hero Mansion | Tuesday Evening

[defenderofdesmoines]

So, that hadn't gone half-bad at all, if you asked Annie. The very first episode of American Hero had just wrapped. She had spent roughly an hour watching contestants try to curry favor and demonstrate their value to a bunch of people who probably didn't really care, she'd sincerely wished them all luck -- they all actually seemed pretty decent, to her? -- and then at the end, she had told one hopeful fellow superhero to hang up her cape and go.

Still such a dumb line. But it could have gone worse.

She'd gotten out from under the lights as soon as they'd called cut, resisting the urge to pull off her cape just yet and instead taking the bottle of water a PA immediately thrust into her hand. She needed to find Diego, who she knew was around here backstage somewhere, and hopefully they could just scurry off to her trailer sooner than later. For all that it had only been an hour of standing around and smiling, mostly, Annie was pretty ready to be out of the spotlight -- literally and figuratively.

"You did great," she told Moonshadow and Supersonic as they wandered by, smiling as the latter stopped to take another proffered water bottle from that PA and waving at the former as she kept going to her own room. "I mean, I'm not supposed to show favoritism or whatever, but just to say."

"So we're just objectively great," Supersonic contributed, grinning at her. "Good to know. You also did great, just to say."

"It's such a cheesy line," Annie offered, checking that her mic was turned off before dropping her voice to an undertone and rolling her eyes. "Like, what a way to tell someone they've lost out on a life-changing opportunity. Ugh."

"And it's discriminatory," Supersonic pointed out. "Some of us don't even have capes."

"That," Annie decided, "is a good point." Maybe enough to get a rewrite? (No.)

[for the fiancé who is around here backstage somewhere, and nfb for distance!]

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[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie's breath caught on a little gasp, both at feeling his mouth on her neck and the, 'Please,' as always. She obediently scratched him again, a little harder now as she found a path downwards, and ran her nails across a hip and down the inside of one of Diego's thighs.

[knife_bender]

"Yes," he murmured, spreading his legs a little wider. He bit down on her neck again, hard enough that it would have left a bruise if she had been anyone else.

[defenderofdesmoines]

And that, in turn, drew a groan out of Annie that was very much at cross purposes with this whole quiet thing, but she managed to cut herself off fairly quickly and transform it into a muffled, needy sound in her throat. (Probably still audible from outside, but better than the alternative?)

She was probably going to leave a mark or two on his thigh, since digging her nails in there seemed like a pretty good outlet if she couldn't make the noises she instinctively wanted to.

[knife_bender]

Maybe people would think they were just working out? Aggressive yoga.

"That feels so good," he said, sliding his hands over her ass to pull her closer. If that were even possible. "You want to--like this?"

Position options were limited in a trailer. Oh well, they'd make do. They always did.

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"Unless you wanna stand and put me on the table?" Annie suggested, though just staying put seemed like a great idea since they were already here and all pressed up together and didn't have to move more Starlight-branded crap to get in position.

She did have a tiny pathetic daybed, but that was a terrible idea, considering -- "I think we have to be kinda -- slow," she added softly, ducking her head to kiss Diego and renewing her arm's position around his shoulders. "For discretion."

Nothing less discreet than an audible rhythm from outside. That might be even worse than vocal sex noises.

[knife_bender]

"Here's good," he murmured, before kissing her again. "But fucking you on a table is going on the list."

[defenderofdesmoines]

Well, it was a really good thing he kissed her, because phrasing things that way had Annie moaning softly in a way she could not have possibly helped, her arm tightening around his shoulders.

"We have lots of tables for you to fuck me on, eventually," she murmured, shifting her hips a little and ignoring the goosebumps breaking out on her skin in anticipation as she slipped her hand between them to line him up against her. "Great addition to the list."

And in the meantime, they could cross off 'fucking cozily in a trailer.'

[knife_bender]

If there was anything Diego was good at, it was adding to their already long list of sex stuff to do.

Diego wrapped one of his arms around Annie's waist, ensuring that there wouldn't be any fall injuries happening. The other hand went to cup her cheek, because why not be cute and sappy when you're about to do cozy fucking in a trailer?

[defenderofdesmoines]

God, that was so cute, and as turned on as Annie was, she still felt her stomach do a little flip at how sweet that was.

She didn't linger in that feeling, though, in favor of rocking her hips carefully down towards Diego's to sheath him -- and, wisely, leaning in for another kiss to muffle everyone's reaction to that new sensation.

[knife_bender]

Yes, kissing. Kissing was going to be key here. Even with the kissing the muffled noise Diego made had been louder than the other ones.

He tried to quiet down and release his feelings in other, quieter ways. Which meant he was gripping onto Annie's waist tight and sliding his other hand into her hair. He didn't know what that would do for her noise level, but it was working for him.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Oh, well that was interesting and...maybe a touch inspirational, really -- not that Annie was dwelling on inspiration at the moment, given that she was kind of overwhelmed by how hot that (albeit, muffled) noise had been and how amazing he felt in her.

She slowly ground her hips down against Diego's, already digging her nails in against his shoulder as she found a slow, steady tempo. "Good?" she murmured, breaking the kiss just enough to ask the question and nip at his lower lip.

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"Yeah," he said quietly, giving a shaky nod. Diego raised his hips to meet hers, matching her slow rhythm. "You are always so good."

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"So're you," Annie whispered, sliding her other arm around his neck and just pressing as close as she could while still having enough room to rock in his lap. "We're so great together."

Even if they had no patience, and couldn't keep their hands off each other, and generally couldn't be trusted to be left alone in a private enclosed space together and not have sex in it -- all of those factors added up to them being pretty damn good at this, regardless of the circumstances.

And those whispers were already kind of pushing it for how cautious Annie felt like she needed to be, but you know. Luck was meant to be pressed. "Pull my hair a little."

Look, he liked it so much, and here Annie was with even more hair to play with. Of course she was curious.

[knife_bender]

How he was supposed to remain quiet when she was saying things like that? Diego had to kiss her again quickly just to make an attempt at tamping down his groan.

He did do as he was asked, twirling some of her hair around his fingers and tugging lightly.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Maybe part of the fun here was also seeing how quiet they could be while not making it easy to be quiet.

Annie gave a sharp little gasp of pleasure -- it wasn't like she wasn't familiar with how it felt to get her hair stuck somewhere or something -- she'd had long hair for, like, twenty-odd years -- but having Diego's hand in her hair and layering that on top of slowly-building pressure and all this intimacy and sensation was...hot.

It had her upping her efforts slightly, trying to fill her movements with deliberate intent if she couldn't have speed or aggression on her side right now. It also had her trying to muffle some pathetic whimpering with kissing, because who could have predicted that being quiet would be more difficult as time went on, here? (Not Annie, certainly. There wasn't that much foresight to go around.)

[knife_bender]

That was incredibly hot. The gasping, the whimpering, all of it. He couldn't do much in the way of escalating things on his end without making more noise, but he could tug on her hair again.

It seemed like 'being quiet' plans always fell apart around this time. Oh well.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Oh my God, Diego, fuck." Okay, that was neither quiet -- it wasn't especially loud, either, but definitely not, like, whispered -- nor was it something that could be explained with, 'Oh yeah we both just really like to exercise!' if someone overheard.

And while Annie was far from expending any energy on worrying about that right now, she still had her priorities in order enough to bury her face against his shoulder before she called further verbal attention to the situation.

But you know what she could do without making any noise at all? Knot her fingers in his hair and give an answering tug as the rhythm of her hips lost some of its steadiness. It was for everyone's benefit, okay?

[knife_bender]

"Fuck," Diego whined, closing his eyes as he tried to do anything but make the kind of noise he wanted to. He was so close, it wouldn't take much more to tip him over. "I love you--"

Quiet didn't mean silent.

[defenderofdesmoines]

It sure didn't.

"I love you," Annie panted in reply. She could tell he was close, and it had her moving just a little harder in his lap, trying to balance force and speed and not actually overdoing either to the degree she wanted.

She shifted a little to press a kiss against his ear, sliding one hand low between them to brush against her clit as she did so. She needed to hang on for a little bit longer, -- just long enough to make sure Diego went first. "Come for me."

On impulse, her other hand slid around to gently cover his mouth. Call it a hunch -- both that it might be necessary, and that he might kinda be into that.

[knife_bender]

Well that was something Diego didn't know he was super into. He had been close before, but between her hand over his mouth and him feeling her touching herself it was a done deal. He was coming hard a moment later with one last press of his hips that had been harder than before. Hopefully that didn't rattle the trailer too much because the noise he made, well...

It was probably a good idea she covered his mouth.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Jesus, that was hotter than Annie had anticipated.

She was right behind him, though without the benefit of someone's hand over her mouth Annie was left burying her face against Diego's neck again and shaking violently with the effort of not making any noise as she came -- though, quiet as she managed to be, the lights and her eyes themselves still both gave an answering, distinct buzz.

As soon as she was both able, her hand moved from Diego's mouth to cup his cheek, her thumb lightly brushing along his jaw. Not something she was particularly inclined to do every time, but what an elegant (half) solution to their loudness problem!

[knife_bender]

Diego would have more to say on that matter once, you know, he could talk. Right now all he could do was nuzzle into Annie's hand while he caught his breath and lazily run his hand down her back.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie lifted her head as her breathing slowed just a little, and listened. When she didn't hear the immediate sounds of someone knocking on the door or yelling from outside, she decided that was enough evidence to declare this a raging success, and leaned in to kiss Diego softly.

"We're the best." That was quiet mostly just because Annie was feeling too lazy and content to not just mumble the words into the kiss.

[knife_bender]

Diego hummed an affirmative, taking his sweet time kissing her while he waited for the room (trailer) to stop spinning.

"That was really hot," he said eventually, still sounding a little out of breath.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Yeah," Annie agreed, maybe a little consciously extra-gentle in the way she trailed her fingertips affectionately down along his neck to his shoulder. And while her impulse was to get shy about this, she also knew logically that there was no reason to get shy, because look at how Diego had reacted. Like. Good instincts, January. "That was really hot. And effective."

And he hadn't had to distract himself too much with trying to be quiet! She'd just taken care of it! It was hot all the way around.