MHA #2 | Wednesday Evening

[knife_bender]

So the idea had been to go out to eat after spending time in a haunted corn maze (benefit of your anniversary being near Halloween), but by the time it was all over both Diego and Annie were too covered in dirt and straw to really be allowed into a place that wasn't Denny's.

Of course they could have had some self-restraint and not have gone so hard racing through the maze, but they wouldn't be Diego and Annie if they didn't.

That was fine. It had been a fun time, and pizza was always good. Especially when it was timed perfectly and dropped off at the apartment door just as they were getting back.

[For the person who's been his girlfriend for 365 days]

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[defenderofdesmoines]

"I also think about it all the time," Annie admitted, and the fact that she was topless meant that she was visibly flushing all the way down her chest. Even after a year -- she was less shy about saying what she liked and what she wanted these days, sure, but it was probably always going to make her turn a little pink.

She reluctantly started moving out of his lap, trailing her hands down along his arms. "Amongst other things. It gets lonely in my big apartment, without you."

[knife_bender]

If it made her feel any better, Diego still loved it when she blushed.

"What else do you think about?" he asked, reaching to help out with the whole pants removal thing.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Valentine's Day," Annie replied, leaning down to kiss him even as she worked on her pants. "Last Christmas, when we -- the first time with the wall. That time I called you."

Australian hot tub sex was a recent addition to the list, too.

[knife_bender]

"Best phone call I ever had." Diego tugged her pants down some, leaning in to press a kiss on her hip.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie's hand found the back of his head, her fingertips trailing over his hair as she stepped out of her pants. "Same. Kinda, like, burned into my memory. Sometimes I dream about that phone call."

Or at least how he'd looked during parts of it.

[knife_bender]

Diego looked up at her with a small smile, looking in awe of that. His cheeks might have turned a little pink too. "Yeah?"

He really liked hearing that.

"I do too, sometimes."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You were really, really hot," Annie replied, absolutely loving his reaction -- even if it made her color a little, just to say it. She bit her lip, leaning down to work on his pants, too. Only fair. "Like, you always are, but...I liked seeing you."

So maybe next time she woke up from a dirty dream about him, she'd reach for his phone and call him again. (Unless he was right there in bed with her, of course.)

[knife_bender]

"We really should do that again," he said, lifting his hips to help her out with that. "Might as well get something out of being apart."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You," she murmured, eager enough to simultaneously work his pants down and start crawling back in his lap, "should really take those pictures we keep talking about. Anniversary present for both of us."

Especially since nowadays, she had a pocket and the leverage to tell Ashley to get out of her face if a dirty text came through on her phone.

[knife_bender]

"I can do that," he said, reaching out to get his hands on her again immediately. "Any special requests or should it be my artistic vision?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I think you know what I like by now," Annie replied, kind of getting an idea (and if she dwelled on that idea, she would just about die blushing, but...okay, her phone was still within reach, good to know for no reason at all.) She slid her arms up around his shoulders, leaning down to kiss along his neck. "And if you want ones of me, I'll pose however you like. Totally your vision."

[knife_bender]

"I like that idea," he murmured, closing his eyes to savor that feeling for a moment. He curled a hand loosely around the back of Annie's neck, encouraging her to keep doing what she was doing. "I'll go first though. My idea, after all."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"We could also take pictures together," Annie murmured, just before biting his neck in case he thought that was a terrible idea and she needed to cover for how terrible it had been.

Also, because he didn't have any hickeys yet and that was like, a fucking crime.

[knife_bender]

Diego moaned softly, both at the bite and the idea of taking photos together. He also couldn't help the little jerk of his hips against hers after that as well. It was some good imagery.

"I want that." Just in case he hadn't made it obvious.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie had a cute little reply all set to go, intended to rile him up further, but that was distracting. It had been distracting with pants on and it was even more so without, so Annie couldn't really help the breathy whimper she let out against his skin.

"I do, too," she managed before sucking on the area she'd just bitten, shifting her hips to tease herself against him again.

[knife_bender]

"Fuck," he gasped, getting a hand on her thigh and gripping hard. He was losing any bit of patience he had right about now. "Please, I want--"

Well. It was pretty obvious what he wanted.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You want," Annie agreed, snaking a hand low and wrapping it around him. She, obviously, also wanted, but she was taking her time getting him lined up against her in an effort to try to draw this out a tiny bit longer for everyone's sake. "You're so fucking hot like this. You're like this in my dreams."

Just in case he had any doubt about which specific parts of that phone call had seared themselves right into Annie's Big List of Instant Turn-Ons.

[knife_bender]

"God, Annie," he gasped, unable to keep still while she was talking like that. Which showed what little patience he had, but it felt pretty good. "You do a really good job getting me to be like this."

[defenderofdesmoines]

See, and his reactions were getting filed away (or something less implicitly neat than filed) in Annie's brain for future use by her subconscious, and maybe future attempts to talk through this since he seemed to really, really like it when she did.

But for now, Annie answered that by leaning in to kiss him again, all the better to muffle her own needy, exhaled moan when she finally eased over him.

[knife_bender]

If she kept talking during this Diego might actually die or something.

As it was, much talking wasn't going to happen when Diego attempted to muffle his loud groan by kissing Annie again. Another thing he learned over the last year? He could grip Annie's leg pretty hard in order to steady himself and know he couldn't hurt her.

[defenderofdesmoines]

He couldn't hurt her, no, but God she loved to see him try.

"I love you," Annie murmured between kisses, her hands finding a similarly steadying grip on his shoulders. They were going to probably end up sporting quite the array of bruises and scratches by the time this was all over, but something Annie had learned over the past year was that Diego would likely be kind of disappointed if he walked away from anniversary sex without any marks.

[knife_bender]

"I love you too," he said, nipping at Annie's lip. Diego slid his free hand up to her breast, squeezing lightly. "We are so good at this."

Another thing that endured over the last year: They were very good at complimenting each other often.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Think we'll keep getting better?" Annie wondered softly, rolling her hips down against his slowly and not bothering to hide how it made her gasp softly. (Another thing she'd learned over the -- honestly, actually, she'd learned this one pretty fast: Diego clearly liked hearing the noises she made during sex.) She was keeping things smooth and gentle for now, but obviously everyone here knew there was absolutely no chance they would stay that way.

[knife_bender]

It would absolutely not stay that way, but he was enjoying the smooth and gentle while it was happening. Diego ducked his head down to mouth at Annie's neck, using whatever leverage he could get to lift his hips up and match her rhythm.

[defenderofdesmoines]

And now seemed like the perfect moment for that little idea Annie had floated out there a second ago, before everyone lost too much control to even remember. "Hang onto me," she murmured, trying to maintain some kind of rhythm as she held onto Diego with one hand and reached down to hunt around for her phone with the other.

And once she'd found it -- for some reason, she was kind of distracted -- Annie was pressing in to kiss Diego again. "Picture?"

Like, right now. For future, lonely purposes. (And maybe this would be a fun little memory to recall the next time she suggested a selfie.)