defenderofdesmoines | MHA #2 | Late Tuesday Evening

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MHA #2 | Late Tuesday Evening

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

"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.

At least they were taking off pants!

"Well I'm gonna debrief you too." Just...slower, and not as coordinated. Her hand was very distracting.

"I mean, you'd better," Annie replied challengingly. And it would probably help his distraction if she leaned up to kiss him while clumsily shoving his pants down to the floor as best she could, right?

Kisses helped both of them focus, as had been extensively documented in the past.

Now he was trying to kiss, kick his own pants off and work her pants open at the same time. Really the only thing he was achieving was the kissing because he could do that in his sleep.

There may have been a bit of a stumble as he tried to kick his pants aside. Not graceful at all.

But again: pants were being addressed! This was progress. Look at them mature.

"I love you," Annie laughed into the kiss, removing her distracting hand in favor of sliding a stabilizing arm around him. "Maybe one thing at a time?"

Okay, two things, because not kissing right now wasn't an option, but the narrative was right -- they could totally make out in their sleep. Probably had, honestly.

Diego groaned, like she was asking a whole lot of him right now. He finished kicking off his pants, trusting her ability to keep him steady. "Now you. I feel like we're going to have to peel these things off of you."

Leather pants: Sexy to look at, maybe not as sexy to put on or take off.

It was entirely possible there had been a whole shimmying-slash-hopping situation when Annie had put them on earlier. But that's what you had to do when your pants fit like a second skin, okay?

"Maybe they'll be easier once I've broken them in a little more," Annie suggested, glancing down at herself. (Toplessness only seemed to improve how good the leather pants looked; who'd have seen that one coming?) "We need practice."

But also she wasn't super worried about her pants at the moment, considering she had her naked husband here at hand to distract herself with, and her hands were busy skimming over his skin again. (Though she was kindly not being too distracting, considering she had been the one to propose focusing on one thing at a time.)

"At least practicing this will be fun," he said, looking down between them. "I think I have an idea."

He leaned down to get his arms under her thighs so he could pick her up. Which also had the added benefit of bringing her chest close to his mouth which he would never complain about.

Annie also had exactly zero complaints -- being lifted up and having her breasts right in Diego's face? Twist her arm harder, please.

With the tiniest little pleased yelp, Annie reached an arm out to loop it lightly around his shoulders, just for a little added stability. "I love your ideas."

"Let's make sure it works before offering praise," he joked before running his tongue along one of her nipples. His end goal was to get her on the bed, but he didn't mind being distracted by this for a moment.

Annie slid her hand into his hair, more because she wanted to than because she thought it would help with steadiness or anything. (Honestly, even if they fell over, she still loved his ideas.) "Fuck, you're good," she murmured, arching toward him as best she could.

She would praise him as she pleased, so there.

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"Just for you," he murmured, giving her nipple another lick before carrying her to the bed. He gently laid her down, hands immediately going to the edge of her pants. "Hold on to the edge tight."

For once, Annie did as told when it came to holding onto something in bed. Normally, that was a terrific cue for some flirtatious defiance or an excuse to get her hands in his hair rather than keeping them wherever he'd told her to put them. But given that there was a goal here, and that beyond pants lay even better things, she obediently grabbed the edge of the mattress.

"I promise not to be mad if you pull me off the bed." But she would laugh.

"It would be hilarious if I pulled you off the bed," he said. "Lift your hips."

"This is great teamwork," Annie said, actually meaning it and thinking this was pretty adorable as she lifted her hips. "Like a new version of unzipping me."

Though definitely more potentially hilarious. The worst thing that could happen with her zipper was she could get her hair caught in it or something.

"This is almost just as sexy." No, it was actually pretty awkward.

He tugged down her pants as best he could without pulling her off the bed. "I lied about it being sexy, this is hilarious."

Annie was doing her best to wriggle helpfully and assist with this pants removal, which probably just added a whole layer of definitely-not-awkward-or-hilarious sexiness.

But yeah, she couldn't actually keep a lid on it for that long, and burst out laughing even as she tried to shimmy her pants off a bit more and clung to the bed. "Should I have sized up?" she wondered, giggling. "Or is this normal for leather pants?"

Someone had never seen an iconic episode of a nineties sitcom involving leather pants, and it showed.

"Mine are a little looser than this," he admitted. "But my ass also doesn't look as good as yours did."

At least the pants removal was easier after he got them past her knees, but the whole process still made him out of breath. Mostly from the laughing.

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To her credit (and Diego's) -- a past Annie might have had a minor crisis about this whole debacle, and maybe would have immediately stared considering what she could do to drop a few pounds so this didn't happen again. But here and now, all she could do was laugh as she did her part to toe her pants off the rest of the way. It was also probably safe to let go of the edge of the bed for now.

"I don't know about that," she countered when she had her breath back, pushing herself up on her elbows and stretching her freed legs appreciatively. "There's something to be said for how much easier it is to get your pants off."

And his ass still looked great, if you asked her, even if his pants weren't usually peel-off tight.

"It would have been pretty funny if you had to do that to me," Diego admitted, tossing her pants aside before crawling up on the bed. "Though you might actually pull me off the bed if you tried it."

"Not if you held on really tight," Annie replied, reaching for him because as hilarious as that had been, now there could be touching again. "Though now that sounds like we'd risk pulling the mattress off the bed."

As much as sex was a huge part of their relationship and always had been -- Annie really appreciated the fact that they could also have a mutual laughter fit in the middle of things and not really lose steam.

They were really good at not letting things get in the way of their sex lives. Even if that sometimes led to semi-public sex in a pawn shop.

Diego moved to settle himself between Annie's legs, settling most of his weight on her as he leaned in for another kiss.

Or semi-public sex in a car in the middle of February!

Annie sighed into the kiss, wrapping her arms up around him to try to encourage him to settle as comfortably on her as he wanted. She could handle it, and it was really hot to just be kind of covered by Diego.

But, as sweet as that was -- she was also not shy about using her nails on his back a little. Just a little extra encouragement.

Diego made a pleased noise against Annie's mouth, arching his back up into her hands. "Harder."

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