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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[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.

[knife_bender]

Diego was following right after, letting out a loud cry as he pressed into Annie hard one last time. Their current position meant that Diego could see everything, all of her reactions when she came. Watching her intensified his own orgasm, almost feeling it down to his toes.

[defenderofdesmoines]

It took Annie a good long moment to kind of come back to herself, between how she felt and how amazing Diego looked (and what seeing him, in turn, did for how she felt, and -- you know, this was probably exactly how they ended up spending hours in bed, really, wasn't it?)

But soon enough she was all but melting into the bed, and attempting a clumsy, affectionate little nudge of her foot along Diego's neck as she shifted her leg off his shoulder. That was cute, right? If it wasn't she couldn't be blamed right now, okay, she had no bones and pretty much couldn't remember her own name.

[knife_bender]

Diego smiled at the nudge, massaging his fingers along Annie's thigh for a couple of moments just in case her leg had fallen asleep during that or something.

Then he was leaning down to sprawl all over her, because that had been lacking over the last couple minutes.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I fucking love you," Annie mumbled, wrapping her arms up around him immediately and once more all about being sprawled over. "You're amazing."

She also loved the reinstatement of Baltimore Date Night and leather pants for their contributions to how incredible she felt right now.

[knife_bender]

"This is because I figured out how to take your pants off, right?" he said, nuzzling against her neck.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Yup," Annie assured him, smiling as she pressed a kiss behind his ear. "You're amazing and I love you for taking my pants off."

Legitimately. But also because none of the rest of that would have happened if her pants had stayed on.

[knife_bender]

"Any time, babe," Diego murmured, wrapping his arms around her so it was more of a bear hug than a sprawl now. "Whenever you ask."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"We're the best team," Annie replied, burying her face against his shoulder. It was half a joke, since it had indeed taken teamwork to get her pants off, but she also of course really meant it. Between the fighting and the sex, she was feeling very in sync with and connected to Diego, in like, all the best ways. "I've got your pants any time you need help with them, too."

Unlikely to be needed, maybe, but also a sincere offer.