"And I'm just trying to focus," Annie replied softly, as stern as she could manage (so not very, but she was trying.) She pressed close, reaching to get a hand firmly on one of his arms to assert a little authority and make sure Diego didn't think he could get out of this. (Though, of course, he probably could, but you know. Play along.)

The other hand was making its way down to undo his fly, and if Annie wasn't busy nuzzling along Diego's shoulder, you know where she might suggest the letter was? Probably for the best she was occupied. No one needed a gigglefit right now, because I think the letter is in your pants might well be the actual bridge too far.