defenderofdesmoines | MCA #9

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MCA #9 | Tuesday Evening

Annie was laying on her couch and - okay, she was not reading the crappy vampire book, because she'd gotten so bored that she'd actually picked up her phone, but it was close enough that she could pretend that's what she was doing.

Instead, she'd started googling around and trying to figure out what else was popular here that they didn't have back home, because it couldn't just be sexy vampires.

"What on earth is with these little, like, pills in overalls?" she wondered (aloud, to her empty apartment, yes.) Because they were everywhere and seemed to have little attitudes and she did not get it at all.

[for one! eta: also getting NWS, proceed at your own risk]

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"Should we put a bandage on it?" Annie wondered, having very little experience with what sort of things called for bandages and what didn't.

She did know enough to lean down and press a kiss an inch or so away from the wound, because kisses made injuries better. "I think all your scars are kind of cool, honestly." Maybe it was that she didn't have any?

"Might wrap it in gauze before bed. I'd hate to get blood on your sheets." They had just gotten sprinkles out of the bed, after all.

"I'm glad you think they're cool because they probably aren't the last ones I'm gonna get." Probably not what she wanted hear, no.

No, and now Annie was giving him a little bit of a look. "Then this probably isn't the last time I'm going to freak out," she warned him. It would probably only get worse, actually, depending on the severity of his injuries and/or the continued intensity of her feelings for him. "Just...try to be careful? For me?"

She wasn't going to ask him to not put himself in scary situations, or to not take risks, because if he just sat at home and didn't do dangerous things, he wouldn't be Diego.

"I will," he promised, pressing a kiss against her jaw. "Believe it or not, Five and I work pretty well together."

It was weird, actually. He had felt more focused than he ever was when alone. Maybe it was the childhood training kicking in? His dad had always put an emphasis on working as a team.

"I could see that." And it meant that Annie would be trying to ply Five with whatever bribes she could figure out to make sure that they continued to work well together, because this seemed likely to happen again.

However, that could wait, and for right now she was just really relieved that Diego was (mostly) in one piece, and that she'd been able to help (even if it had hurt.) So Annie was just going to tilt her head to kiss him again, a little more relaxed now. At least she was getting better about adjusting to the idea that she wouldn't aggravate all his injuries just by touching him?

Diego kissed her back, probably being less careful of his arm than he should have been. He was just relieved that had gone over better than expected and that she was in his lap and not yelling at him.

Which he thought was very nice of her because he probably deserved to be yelled at more.

He was just lucky that Annie didn't feel like he'd brought any of this on himself. Didn't seem very fair to get that mad at him when he'd just been in the wrong place at the wrong time, trying to get donuts with his brother.

Someday, though, it was entirely possible she'd shout herself hoarse about Lee Harvey Oswald. As one does.

"You're not hurt anywhere else?" she checked, moving to kiss along his neck. "Just the arm?" And the little nicks she'd helped clean up, but honestly, Annie was getting used enough to this that she wasn't even going to count those as real injuries.

"Just the arm," he said, kissing her again. "I gotta ask--was that the first time you've done that to someone? Cauterize them?"

"...yes," Annie admitted hesitantly. "So I hope it sticks. I took a first aid course when I was in the Young Americans, in case I had to help out someone normal at a crime scene, and the nurse I trained with mentioned it'd work if I had to keep someone from bleeding out." So she was really just glad that she'd remembered training from six or so years back.

"I think it looks pretty good," he said. "I mean it's gonna burn like hell in the shower, but I'll live."

"I'm so sorry." Annie felt a little guilty about causing him any additional pain, even if it had basically been cauterize his arm or risk an infection or drag him to a hospital and watch him faint when someone brought out a needle. (As it was, Annie was pretty sure he probably should get a tetanus shot?) "Hopefully I never have to do it again?"

That was optimistic, Annie.

"I hope not." But yeah she probably would have to. "And don't be sorry, I should learn to move faster."

Or learn how to stop bullets. Give him time.

"Okay, no, I'm not going to entertain you blaming yourself for getting shot," Annie chided, reaching up to run her hand over his hair. "That's not how this works. I'll stop being sorry, though." She would just be secretly sorry, especially once he got hot water on it because yeah, that was going to hurt like a bitch. "You get to sit here and let me dote on you and be blamelessly injured, because you got shot. That's how this works."

At least, that's how it was going to work this time.

"You want to dote on me, huh?" That was something he could live with.

"Mmm-hmm. No, actually, I'm going to dote on you, and there's nothing you can to do to stop me," Annie corrected. "Because I'm stronger than you, and you're injured, and I'm going to be bossy about this."

Oh no, not that.

"Oh no, you know how I feel about you being bossy." Meaning he liked it. A lot.

"Yeah, I don't know if you're well enough for me to be as bossy as you'd like," Annie teased. Just ignore how she was sitting in his lap and he was shirtless, because they were really good at self-control, okay. "You probably shouldn't do anything strenuous."

Which meant that she would also glare disapprovingly for a few days if he tried to do anything more difficult than, like, open a jar.

Oh yeah, self-control was what they excelled at.

"Nothing strenuous, got it," he said with a nod. "I can totally just sit here while you dote."

He could not and would not.

"This is like a serious version of the no-touching game," Annie decided, giving him a very serious look to go with that declaration. "Really, I probably shouldn't even be in your lap." Especially since the whole pretext for that was done! And he'd been good about holding still, so it really had just been for comforting reasons. "I should go get you gauze."

Look at her not moving just yet, though, because she was also maybe feeling a little clingy. To be fair: he had gotten shot at, so maybe a little clinging was understandable.

"You don't need to get it yet," Diego said, tightening the arm he had around her waist. "This doesn't count as part of the no-touching thing."

Just playing fast and loose with the rules here already.

"Oh, yeah?" Annie leaned in and kissed him again, because if she was staying here for now she was just going to go full cling, then. "I don't know if you get to decide what does and doesn't count."

Not that she was doing a great job at enforcing these rules, either.

"Don't hear you complaining," he murmured, nipping at her bottom lip.

Well, that got a pleased little noise out of her, despite how much Annie really thought she should probably shut this down.

"I'm never going to complain about this," Annie mumbled, looping her arms around his neck and being very mindful of his arm. "But we should be responsible."

But then again, one of the few perks of being injured like this was the likelihood of oh-God-you-could-have-died sex, so....

"Why start now?" he murmured, ducking his head to kiss her neck. "We can be careful."

Doubtful.

"I don't want to hurt you, though." That would have been so much more convincing if she hadn't sighed it, damn it.

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