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]

"Keep being nice to me and I'll be bossier," Annie murmured, arching her hips up with a needy little whimper.

She was not actually sure she could keep that promise (at least, not without blushing a lot), but right now she just kind of needed him to not decide to go even slower.

[knife_bender]

Well. With those kind of promises being made he was going to be sure to give her a reason to follow through. He moved down, taking the time to place a bite against Annie's hip before moving lower to lick around his finger.

See? Nice.

[defenderofdesmoines]

The nicest.

Annie only barely kept from cursing, biting down on her lower lip on an obvious F-sound. "That's so good," she murmured instead, going ahead and bossily hooking a leg over Diego's shoulder. "Just like that."

[knife_bender]

He proud of himself whenever he got close to her cursing these last few weeks. He actually would have been kind of sad if he messed up her streak though.

It was pretty hard to keep teasing with that kind of encouragement. He sped up the movement of his hand, adding a second finger soon after.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Not cursing just meant Annie had to get creative with the things she said at times like these.

"Yes," she hissed, rocking her hips gently against his hand. "Can you -- harder?"

So less bossy and more just verbal, since that was a request rather than a demand? It was still a real step up in terms of bravery for Annie, and she would definitely be blushing when she could think straight and focus on anything but how good this felt.

[knife_bender]

Turned out verbal did as much for Diego as bossy did. He cursed softly, turning his head to give a hard bite to Annie's thigh even as he moved his fingers harder and faster. He really would never get tired of this.

Yes, even after next week where he'd probably be walking with a limp by Friday.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie might, like, need a wheelchair to get to class by next Friday.

"Oh my God, that's so fu ---" Okay, that was actually maybe the closest Annie had come to slipping up these entire thirty-some day so far, but like -- Annie kind of needed the F-word to really express how she felt. Hopefully Diego got it, anyway, when she murmured, "That's perfect."

Her leg shifted when he bit her, and Annie was just going to go ahead and get a hand resting lightly on Diego's head. She glanced down, gave a soft moan, and covered her face with her other hand. Too hot. Not looking. She might actually, like, catch on fire or something if she watched.

[knife_bender]

Diego groaned against Annie’s thigh, biting down again before moving to lick around his fingers. Christ, that was amazingly hot.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Close." Annie's toes were actually curling against Diego's back, which was a thing that until recently she had figured was kind of just a figure of speech, but no, not when it was this good, it wasn't. "Don't stop."

As if he would stop under any circumstances. Whatever, she was just trying to keep talking to him -- because yes, it was obvious he liked it -- without completely falling apart into babbling, here.

[knife_bender]

Yeah, no way he was going to stop now. It was becoming pretty clear he would do anything Annie asked in this situation. He thrust his fingers in harder, sliding his tongue in between them.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Oh my God, Diego --" And that was the end of Annie's little experiment with using her words. Every muscle in her body clenched as she came with an almost-surprised-sounding shout, and, like, sorry Diego's neighbors.

But like also Annie had kind of really needed that, so she wasn't that sorry.

[knife_bender]

Diego kept moving his fingers, letting her ride that feeling out. It was always so unbelievably hot to watch her come apart.

After a couple moments he pulled back, resting his head on her hip and looking up at her. He looked very smug.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie was just going to take a moment to catch her breath before shyly -- pretty shy for someone who had been so bossy a moment before, actually -- smiling down at him.

"You're so effing cute when you look like that," she murmured. There you go, effing. But like, also, seriously, the smug thing was her favorite, even setting aside the afterglow.

[knife_bender]

“You’re cute when you look like that,” he said, crawling up to kiss her again.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Like I have no bones?" Annie guessed, lazily arching up to kiss him and feeling herself blush anew.

She was maybe a touch self-conscious about being all talkative, even if she knew it was welcome and that she'd, like, barely scratched the verbal-bossiness surface.

[knife_bender]

"Like you're happy," he said with a smile. "And relaxed."

[defenderofdesmoines]

He was getting another kiss for that. "Thanks to you, I am both very happy, and very relaxed," she agreed easily, reaching a hand up to lightly run her thumb along his jaw. "Give me a second for my legs to work and we can keep relaxing in bed?"

Where it would be a lot more comfortable to eventually, inevitably fall asleep.

[knife_bender]

"Great plan," he said. "I'd offer to carry you, but I don't trust my legs right now either."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Good," Annie said, looking quite pleased about that. "Raincheck on carrying me, then, and we can help each other get to the bed. Teamwork."