MHA #2 | Sunday Evening

[knife_bender]

The thing about Annie being gone half the week every week was that Diego was the very familiar with the "my girlfriend has been gone for awhile and I'm getting antsy and on edge" feeling. Sure, other people could probably go a couple days without sex and handle it just fine but, well, he and Annie had their (very frequent) habits. So, the feeling was something he recognized almost immediately.

The problem was that it usually didn't kick in until Wednesday. Annie had just left this morning.

He couldn't quite put his finger on what the problem was until he remembered it was spring, and he had just talked about this. And he knew Annie wouldn't want to miss out (and, selfishly, he wanted her here). So he shot off a text.

911, SOS, come home ASAP the thing is happening. I'm getting gatorade and protein bars delivered.

That was subtle enough, right?

[For the girl, SP and obviously will be getting nsfw]

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[defenderofdesmoines]

"I'll make sure I note the week on my calendar so we can keep track for next year," Annie promised, shifting her leg under his touch, and reaching down to lightly scratch her nails down along his hip. "But in the meantime, you're succeeding at that whole distracting thing again."

Which warranted another kiss, Annie felt.

[knife_bender]

Look at that, and Diego hadn't even been trying that hard. Which probably could be credited to the pollen more than his skills.

Either way he was kissing Annie again, so it didn't really matter who or what was responsible. That feeling in his gut was getting a little more persistent, and when he kissed Annie it was a little more deliberate than the lazy afterglow kisses from before.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Yeah, no, that was the thing -- while his very presence was usually enough to distract Annie from a lot of things (reading emails, bartending, doing literally any chores), the pollen was doing a lot of the heavy lifting this week in terms of stealing her focus and keeping it firmly on Diego.

She nipped at his lower lip, that hand at his hip sliding around to run up his back. Which -- oh no -- forced Annie to press her body all up against his. So sad.

[knife_bender]

The feeling of Annie pressed up against him made Diego moan again, a little louder this time. The need for more was starting to gnaw at him and it had him shifting to move them so he was on top, one of his legs still twined up between hers.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie gave a very pleased hum in her throat at the change in position, and the feeling that had started as a distracting little tickle was now pretty much dominating all of her thoughts again. She shifted under him, already angling her hips a bit against his leg, and hooked an arm up around his neck to facilitate all the kissing that now felt not only warranted but necessary.

[knife_bender]

"I love this," he murmured, pressing his leg a little more firmly against her. "I love you."

[defenderofdesmoines]

Which, in turn, had Annie making a noise that she would deny all day was a whimper (but was definitely a whimper) as she needily moved against his leg, seeking out friction. "I love you so much. And I love that we get this...like, gift in the spring."

The pollen would have been fun if they weren't both prone to processing and expressing their feelings for each other through sex; given that factor, and it was little wonder that this was everyone's favorite time of year.

(That's right. Annie liked sex pollen more than Christmas. She wouldn't say it out loud, though.)

[knife_bender]

Diego would say that out loud, happily.

He pulled away from the kiss so he could make his way down her neck, doing his very best to leave some marks. It wouldn't happen, but he was going to try.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Hey, she'd thrown down the gauntlet on that front. Annie was pretty sure that no, no matter how hard they tried to mark up her skin with bites, it wasn't going to make a difference. But she still thought it was worth trying.

She angled her neck for him, helpful as ever, and slid a hand into his hair to run her nails along his scalp lightly, and tug on his hair where she could. (Maybe, if she spent all her birthday wishes and shooting-star wishes and throw-a-penny-in-a-well wishes on it this year, he'd have that prophesied long hair by next spring? Something to dream about.)

[knife_bender]

"Harder," Diego murmured before biting down again. He slid one of his hands over Annie's breast, squeezing lightly. "Please."

[defenderofdesmoines]

A little shudder went through Annie -- that 'please' was just the sexiest thing, don't ask her why -- but she obediently did as requested and pulled harder on his hair. Simultaneously, she scratched the nails of her opposite hand against his back, and that, too, was harder than she'd been before.

"You're so hot," she murmured, arching up against his hand.

[knife_bender]

"So are you," he breathed, nuzzling against her neck. Diego rocked his hips against Annie's hip, trying to get a little more friction.

[defenderofdesmoines]

That prompted Annie to grind up against him, trying to maneuver against his leg and work her hip against him a little. "Fuck," she gasped softly, giving his hair another sharp little pull in response to how good even just that felt.

[knife_bender]

Diego let out a little moan in response, leaning up to nip at her jaw. "You want more?"

He knew the answer to that question. He wanted to hear the response anyway.

[defenderofdesmoines]

God, and it was hot being asked.

"You know I want more," Annie agreed softly, shifting against him again with a little more force and not even vaguely attempting to muffle her responding moan. "I need more."

She would even let him stay on top this time, unless he had other plans.

[knife_bender]

"Fuck." If Diego had other plans they quickly went out the window in favor for getting more as quickly as possible.

He gave Annie another kiss before shifting to settle himself between her legs. He slipped a hand between them to line himself up against her. He felt like he was shaking, he was filled with so much energy and anticipation right now.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie truly could not think straight in light of how worked up she was. She was so turned on she felt downright feverish, she could not seem to get enough of touching Diego, and the anticipation -- which, quite honestly, was often kind of a favorite of hers -- was maybe actually killing her. It was definitely the reason she was shivering slightly.

"Please," she mumbled, needily pressing her hips forward and looping a leg around his waist to try to just close the distance herself. "Please, please."

[knife_bender]

Diego had to lean down to kiss Annie, fearing that if she said anything else he'd lose it right away. He started to press in, not bothering to tease, and feeling like he could cry with relief when he felt her wrapped around him again.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Good thing he kissed her, because who knew what kind of stream-of-consciousness filth would have come out of Annie at the sensation of having Diego finally (it had been literally minutes, but shh) inside her again.

As it was, Annie groaned into the kiss in a way that probably communicated exactly how she felt. The way she deepened the kiss, needy and desperate for more, also probably said a lot.

[knife_bender]

The relief he felt at being inside of her again was quickly replaced the need for more, so he was on the same page as Annie there. He moved to hook one of her legs around his arm, changing the angle and making more room for him to thrust into her with the desperate, hard way he was feeling right now.

[defenderofdesmoines]

That angle change was already threatening to just undo Annie, and as it was, this was one of those times where her vision actually swam for a moment with how intensely good that felt.

She planted her opposite foot on the mattress so she could arch up to try to meet his thrusts, completely uncaring about the gasping, whimpering, needy noises she was distantly aware she was making.

[knife_bender]

Diego groaned loudly, having to break off the kiss just to be able to catch his breath. "Fuck."

His free hand went up to curl against the edge of the mattress, using it as leverage to move faster and harder. There wasn't much finesse to this, he was running on sheer desperation at this point.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie actively didn't want finesse just now, anyway. The desperation and the pace and the force behind all of this was really doing a whole lot for her. She rolled her shoulders under, arching her back and hips entirely up off the bed to try to match Diego's efforts.

But without the kiss to muffle her, those noises were lent a little bit of substance in the form of whatever words popped into Annie's mind. Mostly, "Yes," and, "Harder," even if the latter was probably not actually possible given how hard they were already going.

[knife_bender]

It might not have been possible, but Diego was going to try his very best to do as she asked. It might result in some sore muscles later, but it was totally worth it.

"Close," he panted out. "I want to see you."

Look, fully formed sentences weren't coming at the moment, but hopefully she'd know what he meant.

[defenderofdesmoines]

She knew exactly what he meant.

Given how close to the edge she was, this was probably going to have some immediate results, but Annie didn't hesitate at all before sliding a hand down her stomach and finding her clit with her middle finger.

"Fuck, Diego --" And that gasp of his name was just going to have to be enough in terms of a warning, considering she was tensing up around him and going bright-eyed only a couple of seconds into touching herself.