MHA #2 | Late Tuesday Evening

[defenderofdesmoines]

Given that it had been relatively clear out tonight, with no rain or wind in the forecast, Annie and Diego had finally made good on this idea of going back over to Baltimore for a little crimefighting date. And Annie, in turn, had made good on her long-told promise of getting leather pants -- they were tight, but she couldn't deny she looked really good. And like a total badass. Maeve would be proud. (And they were warm, which wasn't especially badass, but you spend most of your adult life fighting in a tulle skirt -- warmth becomes important.)

"I need to figure out how to fly without taking out an entire breaker panel," Annie was saying as she let herself back into the apartment and flipped on the lights. She wasn't still out of breath, exactly, but she was very pink-cheeked still from how fast they'd had to run away from their last set of criminals of the night -- she and Diego had spotted a couple of guys sort of...playing with a window, and while the fight hadn't taken especially long, they still hadn't wanted to be waiting there when the cops came. But this was one of those reasons why it was good to be in shape in their line of work! "How are your knuckles?"

Annie's kind of hurt -- lots of punching, since she hadn't wanted to attract a lot of attention with blasts -- but Annie also had super-skin. (And Annie was also clearly flying on a high of remembering she could do all of that. Even without the cape.)

[for that man she married!]

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[defenderofdesmoines]

"You just don't know how to read him like I do," Annie insisted, totally incorrectly.

[knife_bender]

"Oh yeah, I'm sure that's it," he said, tugging her along towards the bedroom. "You have a secret bond I'll never understand."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Now there's a guy I should try to start a secret handshake with," Annie decided, very happily allowing herself to be led to the bedroom. "Hey, remember when I threw that guy through that windshield?"

Maybe he had forgotten? Annie would just remind him, here on the way to the bedroom.

[knife_bender]

"Uh, that's going to be a moment I relive in my head forever," he assured her. "You know, I've seen Luther do that before, but you pull it off much better than he does."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Well, Luther also probably doesn't surprise people quite as much when he throws them." Considering Luther looked like he could throw most people pretty easily, and Annie...didn't. "And call me crazy, but I think you like spectating my fights more, anyway."

While fighting alongside her, yes, but please. She'd been doing some spectating of her own, too.

[knife_bender]

"Oh, one hundred percent," Diego said, reluctantly taking his hands off Annie when they got into the bedroom so he could take off his own shirt. He looked down at his torso. "I don't think anybody got me too bad."

There would always be some bruises after due to his enthusiastic rolling and flipping during fights.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I went into this mentally prepared for worse," Annie said, giving his torso an appraising look before leaning in to kiss one of those inevitable bruises. And the very fact that she wasn't freaking out in the slightest was just a whole lot of growth, really. "And hey, if someone busts out a gun next time, I don't even need to worry about you being shot."

She would still worry a little bit if someone shot at him, just in case he didn't see the bullet in time to deflect it, but still!

[knife_bender]

Diego smiled at the kiss before reaching for her shirt. "Let's make sure you don't have any bruises either."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Pretty sure I made it okay," Annie noted, lifting her arms to help with that process. "But we should definitely check each other over really thoroughly, just to be sure. Part of the teamwork thing."

Spoiler: her skin was completely unmarred, shockingly enough, though she had totally taken her share of (much less effective than her own) punches.

[knife_bender]

"As safety measure," he said with a serious nod. He made sure to get a good look once he got her shirt off. "So far so good."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You seem good, too," Annie noted, reaching up to slide her hands along his shoulders and down his upper arms with faux-clinical interest. "Make sure to tell me if I hurt you anywhere."

Please note how this directive was much, much flirtier than it would have been if she'd actually suspected he was injured anywhere.

[knife_bender]

"Well you know I like it when you hurt me a little," he teased, sliding his hands over her waist.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Then make sure to tell me," Annie teased in return, feeling like that was a good cue to slide her hands around to his back so she could scratch her nails down his skin (and purposely do it just a little lighter than what she knew he'd prefer.) "Debriefing like this is also a real perk of the vigilante thing."

Lot more neck kissing -- see Annie leaning up to demonstrate? -- and a lot lighter on the paperwork and PR coaching.

[knife_bender]

Diego let out an oh-so-mature laugh, even as he was tilting his neck for more kisses. "Debriefing."

You married this, Annie.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie hadn't even caught that when she'd said it, and one of those kisses morphed into a laugh against his neck.

So, you know. She'd married well, at least as far as maturity was concerned.

"You're right, that's getting ahead of things a little," she noted, sliding her hands into his pants' rear pockets and using that new grip on him to maneuver them both towards the bed.

[knife_bender]

"My briefs are still on," he said, pressing back against her hands. "We should probably do something about that."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Probably," Annie replied, making no movement to remove her hands from where she had them. If anything, there might have been some squeezing going on. Instead, she leaned up to bite the center of his chest before shifting her attention to lick a nipple. "You really shouldn't rush debriefing after something like this."

That was her new favorite word now, thanks Diego. What a subtle code.

[knife_bender]

Diego's responding laugh turned into a breathy moan at the lick. He dug his fingers a little harder into his hips. "Well I know I'm in no hurry to get your pants off."

Because they did look really good.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"That's an advantage of the old look," Annie noted, really enjoying the hell out of that reaction. "Can't just rip these off."

But she could, at least, reluctantly remove her hands from his pockets long enough to discard her bra and even things out there a little, right?

And hey -- at least they were acknowledging that everyone had pants nice and early, right? (Whether they remembered was a different question.)

[knife_bender]

It would be a Thanksgiving miracle if they remembered they had pants.

Diego wasted no time sliding his hands up Annie's body, cupping her breasts and sliding his thumb across one of her nipples. That definitely made up for the fact he couldn't rip her pants off anymore.

[defenderofdesmoines]

That was actually a pretty good argument for getting the Starlight uniform out of retirement: the classic combination of tights, a skirt, and a wall.

Whatever smartass comment Annie had been about to make -- probably something further along the lines of debriefing -- was forgotten in favor of a pleased little gasp, and Annie leaning up to kiss Diego with just a touch more urgency than had been present a moment ago.

And, you know, fine -- she could also start working on his pants. Or at least lightly skim her thumbs just above his waistband, and slide a hand over the front of his pants to tease. Something like that.

[knife_bender]

"Debriefing time, huh?" he teased before nipping at her lower lip.

That was not a complaint, by the way.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Are we calling it that every time now?" Annie wondered softly, undoing his fly and just going ahead and sliding her hand into his pants.

She still wanted an answer, mind, even if she'd decided to make it hard (insert rimshot here.)

[knife_bender]

"I like the sound of--it." Just ignore the fact he had trouble getting that last word out. "You're killing me."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I'm debriefing you," Annie corrected softly, using her other hand to actually work his pants off enough to make a little more of her strokes, at least. It might have taken longer than if she had used both hands and been efficient about it, of course, but -- like, please.