Hotel Obsidian | Afternoon

[defenderofdesmoines]

You know, Annie led a life of pretty unique experiences. But watching her husband's alternate-universe son try to dislodge the spear that had recently killed her apparently (and thankfully) immortal brother-in-law from the wall of a pretty ugly hotel suite, while the world was ending, was...definitely a new one.

"So, I think we all learned something about gun safety, and how you should never point any kind of gun at a person, right?" she offered, glancing from Stanley's efforts up to Diego. She didn't really want to cross the line into lecturing the kid herself -- it did not feel like her place, but this seemed appropriately...responsible-nearby-adultish to say. "We were really lucky this time."

Like, Stanley could have been hanging out with one of his other, much-more-killable uncles when the harpoon went off, to start.

[for the husband and the AU stepkid, and NFB for distance, obviously! ETA - also going NWS omg]

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[defenderofdesmoines]

You know, what with everything going on, Annie was having a hard time caring if they were overheard, too. (Give her a dash more of YOLO and a smidge more the-world-is-ending in a day or two, and she'd care so little that she might decide a staircase was a fine location.)

Annie wanted to draw this out, tease him a little more, see if she could get him all needy and grabby under her even more -- but Annie also needed this pretty badly, and also had no patience. So she braced one hand against Diego's shoulder, less holding him down than just using him for a little stability as she started to rock against him with a soft, drawn-out moan.

[knife_bender]

Diego cursed softly, pressing his hips up to meet her movements. They could do teasing and slow on their second or third round, because there was no doubt in his mind they were going to do this until the apocalypse dragged them out of there.

"Fuck," he murmured, one of his hands moving from her hip to slide up to cup her jaw. "You feel so good."

[defenderofdesmoines]

It was probably the best way to wait out the apocalypse, really. And unlike drinking, Annie could and would actively participate in this.

"You too," Annie mumbled, leaning into that touch so she could press a kiss to his palm. She maintained a steady rhythm with her hips, her breath catching a little as she slid that hand on Diego's shoulder around his back a bit. "Sit up for me."

She needed faster and closer, and she saw a solution here.

[knife_bender]

That request was one he was more than happy to comply with. Diego sat up, wrapping one of his arms around Annie's waist and immediately leaning in to kiss her. The fact that him sitting up didn't allow for much movement but did allow him press himself against her was doing a whole lot for him.

[defenderofdesmoines]

That was okay; Annie could handle moving for both of them. She shifted her knees to allow for a more stable seat, one hand finding a home on Diego's leg to help her ride him just that little bit harder.

Her free arm slid around Diego's shoulders, mirroring him as she groaned into the kiss and her nails dug in against his skin. They were definitely going to need to do this a few more times, because as per usual in times like these, Annie was not really striving for longevity.

[knife_bender]

Diego was also not going for a stamina record at the moment, too needy right now to focus on nothing but their release. "Harder."

That murmured word could have been in reference to the nails, to the riding or both. Most likely both.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie was obliging on both counts, whether he meant it or not, because she was greedy and because she wanted to and because that request was so stupidly hot that she thought she might actually just lose it right there.

She managed to keep it together, however, with her nails digging in harder against Diego's shoulder and leg as she moved harder against him and leaned her forehead against his. "You're so good," she panted, already kind of starting to feel a little overwhelmed in all the best ways.

[knife_bender]

“So are you,” he panted, leaning in to nip at her lower lip. “I’m so fucking close right now.”

Guess they were going to test how good the electrical was in here.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie was going to be so embarrassed if she had to ask Chet for new lightbulbs.

Her gasped, 'Me too,' was kind of lost in a kiss, but it didn't really matter anyway considering it only took another couple of thrusts against him before Annie was coming with a soft cry and a powerful answering electrical surge that matched the glow of her eyes.

Thankfully, everything in the room seemed like it probably still worked. Aside from, like, Annie's legs and lungs, anyway, but she didn't need those right now.

[knife_bender]

Hey if it happened all over the hotel they could blame it on the kugelblitz, at least.

It would be no surprise that Diego was following shortly after, ducking his head down to place a bite against her shoulder when he came to keep from outright shouting.

It would be a minute before he could move again but even if he could he had no desire to. This was perfect, if you asked him.

[defenderofdesmoines]

The only movement Annie was interested in was potentially lying back down, and honestly, gravity would handle most of that for them.

But even that was still a minute out. She was trembling slightly and breathing hard as she nuzzled lightly along Diego's temple, her arm staying tight around him. "Don't go anywhere."

Like he was going to, but still. She was maybe a little more clingy than usual at the moment. Perhaps understandably, even if you didn't know certain emotionally-heightening pieces of information.

[knife_bender]

“I told you,” Diego replied, still out of breath. “We’re here for the next 24 hours.”

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie huffed out a little laugh, allowing herself to go a little more boneless against him in an effort to just tip them both back onto the bed. Maybe this tacky, furry bed was the perfect setting to afterglowishly tell Diego the happiest thing she could tell him. (But also kind of the most depressing thing, given the timing? Hmm.)

"I love you." There. That much she could say without thinking herself into dizzy, half-woozy circles about it, at least.

[knife_bender]

Diego was more than happy to tip over onto this tacky bed. In fact, they might have to consider fur blankets for their home. “I love you too, babe.”

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie sleepily nestled her head against his shoulder, sprawling half her limbs across him in an effort to pull the blanket around them and then just leaving herself all sprawled, because she was definitely going to fall asleep on him now.

This was the most content she'd been since they'd arrived back in 2019.