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]

"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.

[defenderofdesmoines]

See, these past couple weeks had been a great demonstration of 'maybe we should just be nudists.' Couldn't get tangled and impatient about pants if you weren't wearing any.

Annie arched her back under Diego, her hand finding its (natural, if you asked her) place in his hair. And speaking of his hair, while she still occasionally missed it a little longer, there were few things Annie enjoyed as much as playing with Diego's hair as she was doing now, just lightly threading the strands between her fingers.

Give her a second and a little less patience and that would turn into pulling, of course. But right now, she could take her time a little.

[knife_bender]

Even just playing with his hair had Diego making a pleased hum against her skin. "That feels so good."

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie lightly scratched her nails against his scalp, bringing her other hand up to double the action as she splayed her fingers through his hair. "Good. Making you feel good makes me feel good."

Maybe a little more nonsense, sure, but it was true. And kind of romantic, to boot.

[knife_bender]

"You should be feeling great now then," he joked, pulling back slightly so he could smile down at her. "I probably could make it better though."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I'm fairly sure you could," Annie teased, pretending to be a little doubtful even as she shifted her hips a little needily. "Pretty sure."

[knife_bender]

"We'll just have to see, won't we?" Diego said, before leaning down to kiss her again. He slid one of his hands between them, slowly stroking his finger along her inner thigh rather than doing what she probably wanted the most.

Which was mean, he knew that.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You're mean," Annie half-mumbled, half-groaned. She parted her legs a bit more in response and -- oh no, poor Diego -- gave his hair a little pull to demonstrate how frustrating she found that. "I married the meanest man."

For the record, Annie had probably been plenty 'mean' this way, the past week and a half.

[knife_bender]

"Or I married an impatient woman." It was probably both.

Still, the tugging did push him to be a little nicer, moving his hand to where she wanted it, pressing two of his fingers against her but not pushing in just yet. Patience was a virtue, right?

[defenderofdesmoines]

Weirdly enough, though, Annie had not been feeling especially virtuous on her honeymoon.

"Can't blame me for impatience," Annie noted, shifting her hips again to try to find some friction against his fingers even if he was holding back, and leaning up to bite at the base of Diego's neck. Oh, no, the consequences of impatience! How terrible! "I mean, look at you."

[knife_bender]

"Lucky for you I am very susceptible to flattery," Diego said, laughing softly at the bite. He happily gave in, pressing his fingers into her slowly.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie had a cute little quip all set about how she'd use that to her advantage for the next fifty years or so.

But then he had to go and give in, and all cute comments were chased out of Annie's brain in favor of instead concentrating how good that felt.

"Fuck yes," she sighed, arching her hips up (impatiently, yes.) "More."

[knife_bender]

"Susceptible to bossiness too," he murmured, breath catching at how hot that was. He sped up the movement of his hand, not having the patience to do this for long, but really loving the reaction he was getting.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie pushed up a little so she could kiss (and breathe heavily, because God, that really did feel good) along his neck. "Then you should use your thumb, too," Annie replied softly, toeing the line between a request and a command as she hiked her leg up around Diego's hip again.

That was a preparation for future bossiness, don't worry. She just needed to get her bearings a little better (and, like, really did not want to interrupt his flow right now by flipping him onto his back.)

[knife_bender]

"Yes, Mrs. Hargreeves," Diego said with a breathy laugh. He did as he was asked (or told, rather), circling his thumb around her clit. He ground his hips down against Annie's hip a little bit harder, but that was the only indication of his impatience.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"That's so fucking hot," Annie told him, biting at his neck. What he was doing with his hand, or hearing him call her that? (Yes.) But -- as Annie had said earlier, making Diego feel good made her feel good, which was probably a great foundation for a healthy marital sex life, really, and if her husband was susceptible to bossiness, she was more than happy to oblige.

So with a breathy, but firm, "I'm moving us," Annie did exactly that -- one hand found a steadying placement on Diego's chest as she used her leg's leverage to roll so she'd be on top, and if his hand moved at all from where he had it in the process, Annie would be more than happy to put it right back.

Because she was bossy. And also really, really enjoying herself.

[knife_bender]

Diego didn't have a single goddamn complaint about these proceedings. Being bossed around and Annie using her strength on him? Two of his favorite things.

"God, you are so hot," he said, keeping his hand exactly where it was but moving the other to grip at her hip. "Bossy and hot."

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie kept her hand planted firmly on Diego's chest, making sure he wouldn't be able to wriggle out from under her too easily. (Not that she expected he'd want to wriggle out from under her, but that wasn't the point -- the point was showing him that she could keep him there, always.)

"You're hot when I'm bossy," Annie murmured, anchoring her knees at either side of his hips -- though it might have taken a little longer than normal for her to get settled, given that her focus was very much split between that effort and Diego's distracting fingers.

[knife_bender]

"Fuck." Diego didn't know what hot thing to focus on--her face, her chest or his own fingers pumping inside her. "I'm about to get bossy in a minute."