MHA # 2 | Tuesday Afternoon

[knife_bender]

For all of his outward confidence, there was a little part of Diego that was nervous for Annie today. He knew she had everything to be part of a big superhero team, but her universe had some weird ideas of what a superhero should be. So, yes, he might have been doing some anxious pacing around the apartment waiting for her to get back.

At least with this audition over he could stop feeling guilty when he ate something that wasn't kale around her.

[For the girl!]

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[defenderofdesmoines]

You know, she really didn't have many doubts, but Annie was -- for some reason -- totally willing to accept as much proof of this as Diego was willing to put forth.

"I can help distract myself, too," she murmured between kisses, and look at her just move right into his lap. See? She could back up her claims, too.

[knife_bender]

"I thought you were tired," he teased, putting his hands on her hips.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I am," Annie assured him. "I'm going to sleep so, so well later."

Later.

"Like, I dare you to try to wake me up once I'm asleep," she added, leaning in to kiss his neck.

[knife_bender]

"I think that would be inviting some sort of injury," he said, tiling his neck towards her. "I'd hate to see you wake up grumpy."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You're really good at getting me out of grumpy moods," Annie assured him with a bite just below his ear. Plus, you know, 'grumpy' on Annie was usually pretty mild, unless tummy-crystals were a factor. "But if you're worried about how tired I am, we could just watch TV or something...."

[knife_bender]

"I didn't say that," he said, moving to kiss her again. Might as well get started on that distracting now.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie sighed into the kiss, skimming her hands up to lightly trace her fingertips along Diego's neck. For all her protests that she wasn't that tired, she was still inclined to take things slow and sweet today.

"You've been so great to me this week," she murmured. "Like, I figured I had to get shot to get this kind of doting."

Mostly a joke but, like, seriously, she was very appreciative.

[knife_bender]

"You've been working hard," he said, reaching up to cup her cheek. "Like way harder than I would have for a job interview."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I mean, if it was any other job interview, I would've been a lot less crazy," Annie pointed out, pulling back just enough to smile at him. "Promise. But now that my attention is off of being perfect, I can focus a bit more of it on you again."

And focusing her attention on Diego was a great way to ensure she stayed distracted! Everyone won!

[knife_bender]

"I'd never complain about that," he said, sliding his hands under her shirt.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Never?" Annie checked with a playful little raise of her eyebrows as she went ahead and pulled her shirt off. (Maybe changing clothes had been a waste of time if she was just taking them back off?) "Seriously, you keep saying things like that and I'm just going to take it as a challenge to distract you when you're working on something."

Like, God help you if you ever did have to take a phone call in her presence, Diego.

[knife_bender]

Really, putting on clothing had been a waste of time.

"I will happily accept that challenge," he said, leaning in to kiss her chest. "I have no problems leaving work early."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"But what would the troopers think?" Annie asked, sighing as she reached for his shirt, too. Fairness and all. "You have to think of the example you'd set."

Also if Annie was actually at work distracting him, they'd probably get an even worse reaction than that time Ralph had gagged at them, honestly.

[knife_bender]

"The example I already set really isn't great," he said, lifting up his arms.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"What if I tried to distract you during training?" Annie tried, getting that shirt out of the way and throwing it...somewhere. She wasn't looking; she was too busy leaning closer to kiss him again. "That could be dangerous."

[knife_bender]

"Depends on the distraction," he said before kissing her again. He slid one of his hands up her waist, just lightly trailing his fingers over her skin. Since they were taking their time and everything.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Distractions like this," Annie murmured, shifting so she could duck her head to kiss along his shoulder. All the better to hide her blush when she added, "Or the suggestion of distractions like this."

Because, like, if they were going to be sending each other suggestive texts and photos as part of this long-distance thing, it wasn't like Annie was going to restrict herself to sending those texts when he always expected them.

[knife_bender]

"That...actually would be pretty distracting," he admitted. "Am I allowed to be distracting in return?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I would expect nothing less," Annie assured him with a light bite to his shoulder.

[knife_bender]

Diego gasped softly, lifting his hips into hers. "Even if you're doing big superhero team stuff?"

Oh yeah, those are the kinds of texts you wanted while you were sitting at that V-shaped conference table.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Perhaps it was a good thing after all that Annie was headed for a future without pockets.

Annie lightly raked her nails along Diego's opposite shoulder and rocked her hips down against his. "I'm up for the challenge."

[knife_bender]

"You might regret saying that," he said before leaning in to get his mouth around one of her nipples.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I doubt it." Annie had not meant for those words to come out as a shaky gasp, but then he went and did that.

She slid a hand low between them, her fingertips brushing against the front of Diego's pants very lightly. Because Annie was taking it slow today, and right now slow meant being a gigantic tease.

[knife_bender]

Diego's response to that teasing was to run his teeth lightly over her nipple. This whole slow thing might not last for long.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Yeah, probably not, considering that just drove Annie to arch her back and mumble his name softly, the hand at his shoulder tightening to dig her fingernails into his skin in response.

Her other hand pressed against him a little more firmly, stroking through the fabric. It was still probably a lighter touch than he'd like, but she'd get there.