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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"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."

Annie obliged, digging her nails in against his back and scratching quite a bit harder as she arched up against him. "Too much?"

She had a pretty good gauge on what was too much versus just enough, but she still liked checking in.

"Definitely not too much." It was just the right amount, in his opinion. He rolled his hips against Annie's, just in case she had any worries he wasn't into it.

Which earned him a pleased little groan and a little more emphasis from her nails, in case he had any doubt as far as how into it Annie was. "You feel so good already," she murmured, shifting so she could nip at his jaw.

"So do you," he murmured, moving his hand to cup her jaw. "You always do."

Being romantic, per usual, was just serving to work Annie up a little more. "More?" she requested needily, winding one leg around the backs of his and tracing her nails down his spine.

She could take charge here and amp things up herself -- Annie was not and had never really been all that shy about reversing their positions when she wanted to -- but it was also hot to ask for more.

Her asking for things in bed would never not be hot. Giving her one last kiss, he shifted back a little to hook his fingers into her underwear so he could get rid of those as well. Which luckily was much easier than the pants had been.

She still shimmied, just to help (and, honestly, for effect.) "Much better."

Though maybe next time she should wear a bodysuit underneath? That might help get the pants off -- but it would also just sort of shuffle the clothing complications down the line.

And like, don't mind how Annie was just openly watching him. She had married this naked man, thank you. She was allowed to enjoy looking at him as much as she wanted.

Yeah she was legally allowed to stare now. Encouraged, even!

Diego moved right back to his spot between her legs, happy that it was completely bare skin against completely bare skin now. He ducked his head down to place a playful bite against her shoulder. "You stare any more I might blush."

"Promise?" That came out a little more shaky than Annie intended, thanks to the bite, but please. "I love making you blush, so I guess you're gonna have to deal with the staring."

Mostly because when she managed to make him actually blush, it was usually because she'd tried or requested something new in bed. (Or he was embarrassed, but that was much more rare.)

"You're mean," he joked, leaning up to bump his nose against hers. He moved one of his hands between her thighs which sort of dirtied up the cute gesture but that was sort of how they rolled, so.

"You're mean," Annie countered in a soft gasp, her hips arching up entirely of their own accord. That didn't stop her from sliding one hand up into his hair and renew her grip on his lower back with her other, both a sweet gesture of her own and encouragement to -- you know. Not be mean.

"I think I'm being nice," he said, grunting softly at the hand in his hair. "Very, very nice."

Diego pressed one of his fingers into her slowly, as if to prove how nice he was being right now.

He was being very nice right now, and Annie would have retracted her accusation of meanness had she not been very busy instead gasping, "Fuck, Diego," and needily squirming under him for more contact.

That hand in his hair was tightening, too, as she shifted so she could press her mouth to his neck and bite.

At least it was turtleneck season now?

"Fuck," Diego murmured, wasting no time pressing another finger into her, the bite amping him up more. Or maybe it was the combination of the fighting, the leather pants and now this that was making his patience thinner than usual.

Whatever the reason, his patience was about nil.

He was doing a good job of just ripping any remaining patience Annie had to shreds, too. "More, more," Annie murmured, flicking her tongue out against where she'd bitten before fastening her mouth there to leave a definite bruise as she hiked her leg further up around him.

She wasn't really testing the waters anymore -- she was being a little outright rough with him. Credit her lack of restraint to being worked up from the fight, and then false-started thanks to the pants debacle, and now his fingers were just making sure she was just on this side of desperate.

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