Vought Tower | Thursday Afternoon

[knife_bender]

What was supposed to be a twenty-four hour visit had somehow turned into a "I guess I'm staying here until the portals start working again" visit. Diego was happy to have the extra time with Annie, even if there was some obvious distance between them at the moment. If anything spending more time with her was the only way to figure out what the issue was.

The bad thing was that he had only packed for a twenty-four hour visit. After much grousing, where Diego tried to convince Annie he could just spend the rest of time in sheets or towels while his one outfit was being washed, he gave in and wore The Seven merchandise that she had managed to get for him. 

He refused to go out in public wearing this stuff, but he was fine hanging around Annie's apartment wearing Queen Maeve merch. The colors suited him, at least.

[Open to the gf and calls/texts. NFB due to distance! And NWS]

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[knife_bender]

"I love you," Diego murmured before nipping at her lip. "And I love that you're still attracted to me even when I'm wearing these shorts."

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie couldn't help but laugh, even as she was reaching to cup his face with one hand. "I love you too. And I think I might be especially attracted to you in these shorts."

Like, they were douchey as all hell, sure, but they sure seemed easy to get off.

[knife_bender]

"Maybe I'll wear them for special occasions," he joked. "Like for your birthday or something."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"In public?" Annie asked hopefully, leaning down to kiss along his shoulder. "Or just for me?"

[knife_bender]

"Just for you," he said, running his fingers along her arm. "Basketball shorts should not be seen in public."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Then I feel pretty lucky," Annie decided softly, biting his shoulder lightly before darting her tongue out to soothe the spot.

She couldn't let him go back home without any marks, after all.

[knife_bender]

Diego gasped softly, smiling a little at the bite. That was more in line with how things usually went. He moved to put his hands on Annie's hips, encouraging her up onto his lap.

[defenderofdesmoines]

She moved pretty easily, shifting so she could kiss Diego again as soon as she was situated in his lap. She skimmed her hands down his arms, just kind of enjoying being close to him before she reached back to undo the clasp of her bra.

There. She enjoyed the skin-to-skin closeness even more.

[knife_bender]

That was much better. There might have to be some maneuvering to get anymore clothes off, but right now this was enough. He wasted no time leaning in to get his mouth around one of her nipples, feeling way more comfortable with this than he had the last time.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Fuck, Diego," Annie breathed, arching her back to encourage that, yes. She squirmed a little in his lap so she could straddle him, already feeling a bit more impatient about all of this even if, yes, she had tights and tulle and he had those shorts, still.

(Basketball shorts were not making her feel any less impatient, for the record.)

[knife_bender]

The basketball shorts did have its benefits, Diego was now discovering. They were way thinner than the leather, at least.

"You feel so good," he murmured before lightly grazing his teeth over his nipple.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie let out a little moan, her eyes slipping shut at how good that felt. "So do you," she whispered, rocking her hips a little to illustrate her point, helpfully, and wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

[knife_bender]

"Fuck," Diego murmured, grinding his hips up against hers. He slid his hands up her skirt again, cupping her ass.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Yes," Annie sighed in agreement before leaning in to kiss him again, any lingering nerves fairly evaporated by now.

This felt so much more natural than it had earlier in the week, and while Annie was still figuring out the boundaries of her new, hopefully temporary comfort zone, she was very confident that she wanted this. Now. "Think we can get your shorts off without me moving?"

Probably not, but she was sort of willing to rip another pair of tights for the cause.

[knife_bender]

"We can always try," he said with a smile. "That's going to be easier than your tights, for sure."

He certainly wouldn't mind ripping another pair. It'd only be unfortunate if she had an emergency meeting or something. Did The Seven have those?

[defenderofdesmoines]

This would be a bad time for Annie to find out if they did.

Annie shifted so she was up on her knees -- much though that was an unwelcome change -- and reached down to try to get his shorts off. It would definitely be easier if she moved. But, like, this was a challenge, now.

"We have to be quiet if we're going to be out here," she murmured. "Not like in Fandom."

You know, Fandom, where Diego's across the hall neighbor was her best friend who had absolutely Heard Things and they had an unspoken agreement to never discuss it? Here, instead of discreet Summer and discreeter Yennefer possibly overhearing things, there was the possibility of paparazzi, or Vought employees, or coworkers....

[knife_bender]

"I can be quiet," he said, lifting up his hips. He kept one hand on Annie's back to keep her steady because the last thing they needed while they were finally getting this right was someone falling over. "Can you be quiet?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Probably," Annie replied, tugging his shorts down. Which, yeah, was a lot easier than the problem of her tights and underwear, but you know, what is super-strength for if not for the ability to neatly, easily rip one's clothes in order to accommodate a need for immediate sex?

Look, she had like, eight pairs of these in the other room. (Fuck, she had a line of these coming out with Capezio in under a month.)

She couldn't do anything about her dress being bunched up around her waist, but honestly, Annie didn't care right now if he didn't. She busied herself with leaning in to kiss Diego again once she was done destroying her own perfectly good clothes because she didn't have the patience to get out of his lap.

It was a really welcome change from how she'd felt recently.

[knife_bender]

That was definitely up there was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen. He kissed Annie back a little desperately, getting his hands on her hips in an attempt to try to get her even closer. "Please--"

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie hummed in confirmation, getting an arm back around Diego's shoulders for a little extra stability (and closeness.) She slipped a hand between them to line him up against her before slowly, carefully sinking down with a soft, sharp gasp.

Oh, right, this was what actually turning your brain off and just feeling was like. Annie had known she could do it; she had just needed a less-guilty conscience, first.

[knife_bender]

Diego let out a soft moan, trying to remain quiet as best he could. It was a little overwhelming between how good everything felt and how different this was from the last time.

Luckily in this position it was easy enough to muffle his noises by getting his mouth on Annie's breasts again, which probably didn't help her be quiet, but whatever.

[defenderofdesmoines]

It sure didn't, but that was okay -- Annie was really enjoying feeling like she wanted to make all kinds of noise, even if she had to bite her lower lip to muffle a soft moan.

She started to move, slow and deliberate as she rolled her hips in his lap. She slid one hand up his arm and to lightly palm the back of Diego's neck, both wanting to hang onto him more than she already was and to keep him where he was, because that was hot even if it was making it hard for her to stay quiet.

[knife_bender]

Diego would need absolutely no convincing to keep his mouth where it was, especially when it had Annie making noises like that.

He tightened his grip on her hips, using it as leverage to press his hips up to match her rhythm. Which was much easier this time around, it turned out.

[defenderofdesmoines]

A thought skirted across Annie's mind about whether things were going to end like they had last time, and she determinedly refused to engage with it, at all. No need to add any pressure to things, since focusing on and worrying about it had seemed to make things so much more difficult.

Instead, she picked up a little bit of rhythm, riding him just a bit harder as her breathing started to get a little bit ragged. "I love you," she mumbled, shifting that hand from the back of his neck to grip onto the back of the couch for more leverage.

[knife_bender]

"I love you too," he murmured, sounding more and more out of breath as he felt tension build up. At least it was the good kind of tension this time.

He leaned up to kiss Annie again, though it wasn't exactly coordinated right about now. It was something he needed to do.