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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[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.

[defenderofdesmoines]

It was exactly what Annie needed, too, even if kissing him meant that her movements took a turn for the slightly less-coordinated but more-desperate. She stayed close to Diego, that arm around his shoulders going a little bit tighter because right now, she needed to be as close to him as physically possible.

Kissing him meant she could focus on that, and not on the way she could feel a pleasant sort of warmth building up inside her, too. She wasn't paying attention to that. It was like a ghost, or something, okay? If she looked at it, it might go away like it had on Monday.

[knife_bender]

Uncoordinated or not, the closeness and the desperation were doing a lot for Diego. This was more in line with how they usually were after being apart for awhile and he hoped it would end the same way.

He wrapped one of his arms around Annie's waist to keep her steady while the other one went under her skirt, navigating through the tulle to circle this thumb against her clit.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie didn't want to, like, jinx it by saying she was close, but it was probably pretty obvious given how her hips had given an involuntary thrust when he'd touched her, and how her rhythm had basically fallen apart entirely, and how her nails were digging in against his shoulder.

"Diego," she mumbled, out of breath. "Please --"

She wasn't really sure what she was requesting, here. Don't stop? Stay with her? Also don't jinx it?

[knife_bender]

"I've got you," he panted, thrusting up into her harder. "I love you--"

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie actually didn't answer, given that yep, that had worked, and in lieu of an a real verbal response she gave a soft gasp (and totally violated her own 'we have to be quiet' mandate, but hopefully no one was lurking outside her apartment door.)

She didn't break anything this time, but when she came, her eyes lit up bright enough to be very visible even here in her fairly-sunlit living room.

[knife_bender]

Who could possibly be listening? It's not like The Seven were filled with perverts and weirdos. Pfft.

Diego wasn't that far behind her. He had been close already, but seeing and feeling her come was enough to tip him over. He made an attempt to be quiet, at least, biting down on Annie's shoulder as he came to muffle the moan he let out.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Perverts and weirdos with super-hearing that could eavesdrop on this all the way across the building, if one was interested in listening.

(Thankfully, one was not.)

Annie was trembling, but smiling, as she pressed a soft kiss against Diego's temple and relinquished the grip she had on his shoulder.

"I love you too."

[knife_bender]

Diego rested his head against Annie's shoulder, breathing heavily. "We are really good at that."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"We are." Did Annie sound a little relieved to find that, like, today had not gone like Monday had, and that she hadn't completely lost touch with how to have good sex?

That relief was probably pretty understandable.

"I vote that we don't try to find you a portal until tomorrow," she added softly, gently tracing her hand along his back.

She didn't really feel like she needed to explain why.

[knife_bender]

"Well if you insist," he said with a smile. "We do have some catching up to do."

They really should make up for the last couple days.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I do insist," Annie replied, shifting so she could move out of his lap and tuck herself against his side. All the better to lightly nuzzle against his shoulder, feeling more relaxed than she had in weeks. "I mean, there's apparently monsters and shit, anyway. You're safer here."

And also her apartment was enormous and they'd only done it on the couch and in the bed so far, you know? Lots of lost time to make up for.