knife_bender | MHA #2 | Wednesday Evening

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MHA #2 | Wednesday Evening

Diego had been sensitive to the fact that Annie had been pretty insular the last couple of weeks, and that throwing her a huge party for her birthday wouldn't have been a good idea. Even if the tub from the rager was still in the kitchen.

So he decided to keep it low-key this year, taking Annie to Baltimore for a fancy dinner that required him to wear a tie for once. There was little chance that could lead to anything upsetting unless a witchy looking redhead happened to be eating there that night.

Luckily for them, no such thing happened. Everyone made it home in one piece with no triggering of any trauma. Well, except for the tie thing. Diego hated wearing ties.

[For the birthday wife!]

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Diego grinned, amused at both the request and the blush. "Well if that's what the birthday girl is requesting..."

He started to pull away, already loosening his tie some more. "I feel like there should be music."

"Don't throw that where I can't reach it," Annie told him, pointing to the tie as she pushed herself up to sitting (and probably forecasting that she had plans for his tie.) "And...here, hang on --"

Her eyes illuminated as she focused for a second, and the stereo out in the living room came to life.

Granted, the last thing it had been playing had been Christmas music, so...she might have to get up and change that unless Diego wanted to strip to Jingle Bell Rock?

Diego threw back his head and laughed at the music choice. "How appropriate."

So, no, he would not be changing the music.

When he did get his tie off he tossed it towards her. "A tie, for my number one fan."

Annie immediately gathered up his tie, drawing it out smooth and long between her hands and grinning at Diego. (Her blush had gone nowhere and would be lingering, but she was clearly delighted at all of this.) "Oh my God, thank you," she breathed reverently, giggling before biting her lower lip and lightly winding the tie around one wrist, experimentally, as she watched him.

"Anything for the birthday girl," he said, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. There was some vague hip wiggling to the classic Christmas hit that was probably ruined for the both of them now

Ruined in a good way.

"I've never been so turned on while listening to Christmas music before," Annie noted appreciatively, a little tempted to start dispensing with her own clothes -- but she also didn't want to distract from the show, nor did she want to deny Diego the pleasure of taking off her tights after he'd been looking forward to it. "You're good at this."

To be fair, he could have held perfectly still and taken off his clothes in obvious discomfort, and she would have still said he was the best stripper she'd ever seen.

(Annie had never actually seen a professional stripper, technically, but that was beside the point.)

"My wife asks for a striptease, I am going to do my very best," he said, shrugging off his shirt and tossing it aside with a flourish. He started undoing his belt. "Good thing it's a cool Christmas song and not one of the religious ones."

"Yeah, I'm not sure, like, O Holy Night is the best stripper jam," Annie agreed, having to laugh at just the idea that that inspired. (Also, some long-buried part of her insisted, immediately, that that was blasphemy.)

But, honestly, jokes aside -- it was more than a little distracting to watch her husband's hands go to his belt like that, even if it was over lyrics from the other room talking about giddying-up, jingle horse. (Side note: what?) And Annie was already shifting a little on the bed as she watched him, winding the tie through her fingers as an outlet and not being at all shy about how Diego had captivated her interest entirely.

Diego tossed his belt onto the floor, and popped open the button of his pants. "I might have to stop if Rudolph comes on."

"I'll turn it off from here if it does." As it was, she might have nix the music once he actually was naked, since it would be a real mood killer to have the story of Rudolph or Frosty the Snowman play out over built-up birthday sex. For now, though, Annie squirmed a little, actually tugging on the hem of her skirt in anticipation. "It's harder than I thought to just watch."

But also really hot, even with jingling around the clooooock going on.

"It's your birthday, babe," Diego pointed out. "You can touch if you want."

Annie barely needed the invitation before she was reaching out to slide a hand along Diego's hip, sliding her thumb appreciatively over his hipbone and shifting forward a little more to smile up at him.

It was her birthday, so maybe she got to make some decisions regarding the denial of touch (or other senses) later, given that she had that tie to play with, too.

"I just didn't want to interfere." As though he would not happily strip around her hands.

"Are you kidding?" Diego said, leaning in towards her touch. "You interfering is one of my favorite things."

"I just didn't want to, like, interrupt your flow," Annie replied, sliding her hand appreciatively up his chest and biting her lower lip to stifle a happy sigh. "I feel like you might've missed your calling, honey."

He was somehow making Christmas music sexy, which was a real talent (or at least spoke to how attractive Annie always found him, regardless of circumstances.)

"What a compliment," Diego said, sliding his pants down. "But I think you'd have something to say if I decided to change careers."

"Yeah, no, I can just appreciate your talents selfishly," Annie replied, her gaze following his pants completely unabashedly before slowly traveling back up his body. (Though it was his body! He could strip for cash if he wanted, no matter what she thought about it!) "All mine, please and thank you."

"You're the only person I want to strip for with Christmas music playing," he assured her. Diego hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts. "Do you want to do the honors or...?"

Hot though it would be to see him do it, Annie was basically vibrating with anticipation at this point, and rolled her eyes up to smile at Diego as she reached to pull his shorts down, her eyes drifting down his body as she did so.

"Happy birthday to me."

Something to be said for unwrapping your own gifts, you know?

Diego laughed, wriggling his hips a little to help get his shorts down. "Now this is something you don't usually get with strippers."

"Not without paying a lot of money, I bet," Annie speculated, appreciatively sliding both hands along Diego's hips as she rose up on her knees on the bed. "Now I get to decide what to do with you."

She had some ideas. A few.

"Probably should kill the music, though." Because the track was switching and she was pretty sure those were the opening strains of Marshmallow World, possibly the least sexy song in existence?

Diego paused for a moment to listen to what song was playing for a moment. "Oh--yeah, we need to stop this immediately."

"It was a good idea!" And it was absolutely the most memorable striptease Annie would ever receive in her life, even if she got this same treatment on her birthday next year.

But at this point, she was a little impatient -- so while she paused and focused long enough to make sure she didn't accidentally break the stereo while turning it off remotely, she was multitasking, and moved to pull her dress over her head just as her eyes faded and the music stopped.

And thus -- still in bra, underwear, and tights, Annie was reaching to draw Diego back onto the bed with her. "Come here."

"Yes, ma'am," Diego said lightly, crawling back onto the bed. "Any other requests?"

"I like being called ma'am," Annie noted with a smile, moving so she could kiss him and pull him down on top of her again. "But you said something about my tights and the old days?"

And then she'd get around to the business of that inspirational tie.

"I did miss taking them off," Diego admitted, already curling his fingers under the tops of aforementioned tights. "I like ripping them off more, but I can save that for my birthday."

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