A Hotel in Mexico | Wednesday Afternoon

[knife_bender]

It had been a really, really good honeymoon so far. Sure, they hadn't found any untouched ancient ruins to explore and potentially break, but they had been to the beach a lot, and seen some truly awesome views.

And there was also the part where they'd occasionally spend a day not leaving the hotel suite, like today. Those days were just as good. Shame it'd be over in a few days.

"Look, this food has been great," Diego said, looking over the room service menu. "But I'm actually kind of dying for a cheeseburger right now."

[For the wife!]

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[knife_bender]

"But the sun and sex were the best parts, right?" Diego asked, nuzzling against her neck.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Not even a question," Annie assured him with a soft laugh, arching her neck a little to assist there and curling a foot against his leg. "They would be the best parts even if we like, found Atlantis while snorkeling."

It was their honeymoon; sex should be the best part. (The sun was just kind of benefitting by association here.)

[knife_bender]

"Wow, now that's high praise," he said, placing a light bite against her neck. "Better than Atlantis?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Are you disagreeing?" Annie teased, her breath catching on the bite. "Married sex is great. And Atlantis might be a dump."

[knife_bender]

"If it wasn't a dump before it went underwater, it is now," he said, laughing. "You're right--married sex is great."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I didn't think we could get better," Annie noted softly, sounding impressed as she trailed her fingertips along his chest and lightly brushed her thumb across a nipple. "Good job, us."

It was mostly that being newly married made Annie feel all emotional and connected to Diego, which she figured came with the territory (and welcomed, because it was wonderful.)

[knife_bender]

Diego smiled again, nipping at her lower lip. "You better watch your hands, I still have to open the door."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Did they say how long it'll be?" Annie wondered, brushing her hand down to Diego's hip and smiling as she kissed him. "We probably have time."

Probably.

[knife_bender]

"You're playing a dangerous game," Diego murmured. "It's kind of hot."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I mean, we've taken bigger risks than this," Annie replied softly, twining one foot along Diego's leg. "During pollen. And in my trailer. And that bathroom."

He knew which bathroom.

"Besides, maybe I'll get the door." With her obvious sex hair.

[knife_bender]

"You could get away with just wearing my shirt," he said, pressing a kiss against her jaw. "If you can find it, that is."

Housekeeping hadn't exactly been a priority for him since being here.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Obvious sex hair and what was clearly her husband's shirt: a perfect outfit for answering the door.

"I'm sure I can find a shirt somewhere around here," Annie decided, tilting her head with a sigh and finding a firmer grip on Diego's hip. And barring that, maybe a sheet would do? Again, they were probably never going to see these people again. Annie's shame was also on vacation. "It'll give me a chance to practice my new signature some more."

Technically speaking, Annie Hargreeves wouldn't be official until she was back in Fandom and had filled out some paperwork. But that didn't seem to matter as far as signing for room service and such, so far.

[knife_bender]

Diego grinned, ducking his head down to playfully bite at her shoulder. "Have I told you how much I love the name Annie Hargreeves?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You have, but you can always tell me more," Annie replied, pressing a little closer as her laugh in response faded into a soft, happy little sigh at the bite. "It's kind of a great name."

And like, her maiden name was a pretty great one. Annie knew from great names. "And I like hearing it." Partly because it was also still so new that she kind of had to remind herself who was being talked to when people addressed her as Mrs. (or, here in Mexico, Señora) Hargreeves.

[knife_bender]

"Annie Hargreeves," Diego murmured, drawing out the name. "Like that?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Well, when you say it, it's kind of hot all of a sudden," Annie replied, nuzzling lightly along his temple. Combination of the fact that Diego could probably make anything sound sexy to her right now -- he could talk about doorknobs or rutabagas or the water cycle, and she'd say it was hot -- but also, a weird sort of...pleasant possessiveness? Sense of unity? Something?

There was just something really nice about sharing Diego's name. Maybe it was a little regressive of her to enjoy it as much as she was, but Annie didn't much care.

[knife_bender]

Diego kissed his way down her neck and shoulder, occasionally biting down on a spot. "Maybe I'll find it hot if you said my name."

Okay, so, she said his name all the time. But maybe it'd be really hot now.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie smiled, shifting a little to tangle her legs a little more with his and leaning down to press her lips against his ear.

"I love you, Diego Hargreeves," she whispered, and then bit his earlobe lightly.

A little added commentary with his name seemed appropriate.

[knife_bender]

"Yeah, that's hot," Diego decided, rolling his hips against her in response to the bite. "We have hot names."

They were so weird sometimes.

[defenderofdesmoines]

They really were a matched set of weirdness.

"We have hot everything," Annie countered, maybe a little nonsensical. But she thought she was allowed -- both because she thought it was emphatically true, but also because she was hooking a leg around Diego's hip just to give that rolling a little more emphasis.

Which meant that everything was more of a half-groaned word, but oh well.

[knife_bender]

Diego also thought that nonsensical statement was true. There wasn't anyone else around to dispute it, so it was totally true.

The leg around his hip was not going to make him stop moving his hips any time soon. He put one of his hands on said leg to ensure that Annie wouldn't move it (as if she wanted to).

Thoughts of room service were all but forgotten now.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Again, pretty much everything this week and last had been hot (to the point that it was probably kind of remarkable that no one had any substantial injuries yet.) And yet, that hand on her leg was one of those things that would have been hot under any circumstances, and Annie tightened her leg just a little in response. Perhaps to confirm that no, she wasn't going anywhere.

Her hand found its way around to Diego's back, and while no one had injuries-injuries, she was probably adding to a little bit of an existing collection of scratches given how she was running her nails down his spine.

[knife_bender]

Oh, Diego was definitely sporting some scratches and bruises by now, and he loved every single one of them. He ran his nails along Annie's leg in return, rolling slightly so he could be fully on top of her.

Hopefully not falling off the bed in the process.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Yes, please," Annie mumbled into the kiss encouragingly, her hand splaying against Diego's back to keep him steady so he wouldn't roll off the bed. Teamwork! Marriage in action, right there. "God, I love you."

Maybe whoever delivered that food eventually would hear what was going on inside and just...leave it? 'Cause Annie was pretty likely to ignore a knock at this point, too.

[knife_bender]

If the staff here knew what was good for their own sanity, they'd just leave the food and run away. Diego was willing to put up with some slightly cold french fries in exchange for this.

"I love you too," he murmured, ducking his head down to kiss his way down her chest.

At least they've been doing this so much lately they wouldn't have the clothing hiccups they usually did.