defenderofdesmoines | The Vought American Hero Mansion

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The Vought American Hero Mansion | Tuesday Evening

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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"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.

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.

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.)

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.

"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?

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"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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

"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.

"Gotta keep that in mind," he said, pressing a kiss against her jaw. "And the hair thing. You like that."

"Maybe a little." Clearly, emphatically a lot, actually, but she was just being a little coy about it as she trailed her fingertips along his back, affectionate and light. "Kinda hot to be all sneaky about it, too."

Like, do not get her wrong -- she loved being loud and uninhibited all over their apartment (something their neighbors surely appreciated, too.) But this had been hot for a bunch of reasons, for Annie.

"I think we were actually good about keeping quiet this time." Sort of. Maybe.

"Well. You definitely were," Annie replied, giving him a playful little raise of her eyebrows (and feeling a little heat come to her face, but it might have been hard to tell with as flushed as she was from pleasure and exertion already) as she leaned in to kiss him again. "But yeah. I think we nailed it."

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Yeah, maybe wait until you actually left the trailer to make that call, guys.

"Also some good incentive for me to visit you at work more often." There was absolutely no way they'd be able to keep quiet twice.

"I mean, I thought of you as soon as I found out I was getting a trailer this time," Annie admitted, smiling softly and idly reaching up smudge a little of her glitter off his cheek. "We both need a mirror before we're allowed outside."

Also, clothes, but the mirror thing was much more likely to be forgotten if she didn't say something.

"Got a little Starlight on me?" he joked. "People should expect that."

"Just a little." Though he was right -- a little glitter on him was both acceptable and kind of adorable, as far as these things went. (But Annie also suspected her hair needed some attention, because there was no way her curls had survived that.) "But I also want you to be able to stay invisible if you want."

And having visible markings of Starlit affection on him would not really be conducive to that end.

"Good point," he said, giving her another kiss. "We've been pretty good on that front so far."

Even with the interview out Diego had managed to avoid most of it. Also helped Ashley was anxious enough that he could see her coming from a mile away and hide when needed.

"I just really don't want Ashley deciding that glitter on you gives me a two-percent boost to my approval ratings," Annie admitted, finally moving to carefully extract herself from his lap and start retrieving everyone's clothes. "We're like...naturally cute. It's not theirs to market."

At least, not more than could be helped.

(And maybe Annie could help that by...not having sex with him in her trailer on set, like, at all, but clearly that was too much to ask.)

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If you asked Diego, it was way too much to ask.

"Just the idea of that grosses me out," he admitted, bending down to pick up Annie's bra and hand it over. "Like, I know Vought enough to know they would but the whole concept of marketing our relationship...I can't get used to it."

"Exactly," Annie agreed, accepting her bra in exchange for another kiss. "It's bad enough they market me as much as they do. They don't get you, too."

And she'd be pretty willing to die on that hill, honestly.

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