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]

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.

[knife_bender]

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

[defenderofdesmoines]

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.

[knife_bender]

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.

[defenderofdesmoines]

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.

[knife_bender]

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."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"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.)

[knife_bender]

"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.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"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.

[knife_bender]

"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.

[defenderofdesmoines]

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?

[knife_bender]

"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.

[defenderofdesmoines]

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.

[knife_bender]

"Jesus." There went the rest of his patience, along with some of his dignity. He pulled his hand away, using it to get a grip on the sheets. "You are going to kill me before I even get the chance to fuck you."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Better hurry up," Annie replied, shifting her leg up just that little bit higher to wrap up over his hip. "And fuck me, then."

Please and thank you, or she really would be flipping him onto his back to just make this happen herself. (A tragedy, surely.) And as it was, she was needily making her way along his neck and collarbone and shoulder, alternating kisses with bites, trying to drive him just a little crazier.

[knife_bender]

"My hero," he said breathily, pressing another kiss against her cheek. He wasted no time lining himself up and pressing into her. "God, I love you."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I love you too," Annie replied, though half of it kind of just morphed into a moan (maybe understandably?) She planted her free foot against the bed and tightened the leg she had around him, just enjoying how amazing Diego felt for a moment before rolling her hips up against his. "That's so good, fuck."

[knife_bender]

"You feel so good," he murmured, moving to wrap his arm around the leg Annie had around his hip and hike it up over his shoulder. "Fucking amazing."

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie's head fell back on a long groan at how that changed the angle and depth situation pretty dramatically, her nails digging in hard against Diego's lower back in another effort to spur him on. "Harder."

Demand? Request? Maybe both?

[knife_bender]

Diego moaned loudly, happy to obey that request immediately. He couldn't really lean down and kiss her in this position, so he had to make do with just watching her reactions which was a pleasure in itself.

He could, however, shift enough to move his free hand to her breast, squeezing lightly.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Getting to see him over her was really doing a whole lot for Annie, too, even if it meant forsaking kissing for the moment. They could make up for that later. Right now, she was intently focused on matching Diego's thrusts with an answering raise of her hips each time, and how mind-blowingly great that felt.

But yes, their position might have meant kissing was temporarily not an option, but Annie was also glad to take advantage of as much touching as she could. She arched up into Diego's touch and her hands slid lower in answer and gave his ass an encouraging squeeze, as though to try to pull him even harder into her.

[knife_bender]

"Fuck, babe, you're so hot," Diego groaned, thrusting into her harder. "You're gonna have to touch yourself--let me watch."

[defenderofdesmoines]

You know, Annie almost came just from hearing that. Almost. A shiver ran through her, and she let out a gasped, "Oh my God," before very happily complying.

She kept her other hand right where it was on his ass, though, even as she snaked one down between them to circle a fingertip lightly around her clit. "Fuck, I'm close --"

Like, so close. She was close before. But he had also asked to watch her touch herself, and she was doing her best to make sure she gave him a moment to do so before she lost it.

[knife_bender]

"Me too," he panted, losing some of his rhythm as he thrust into her harder. Not that rhythm mattered when they were both so close. "I want to--together."

He thought he could hold off long enough for that. Maybe.

[defenderofdesmoines]

He wouldn't have to hold off for long, considering that was all the encouragement Annie needed to actually give in, herself.

"Together," she agreed ('agreed' meaning 'moaned half-incoherently,' of course.) She arched her hips up against him, her own rhythm erratic between her hips and the finger she was working against herself. "With me, with me --"

And that was it for Annie, whose eyes lit up bright enough to illuminate the room for the duration of her orgasm -- you know, just in case the way she cried out wasn't enough of an attention-grabber.