Diego Hargreeves (
knife_bender) wrote2021-05-04 06:09 am
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MHA #2 | Tuesday Evening
Diego felt good about him and Annie having a date night. It gave them both something to look forward to, which was something they both needed these days. He wasn't exactly sure what they were going to be doing tonight, so he hadn't bothered to get out of his t-shirt and sweatpants yet. It took him like five minutes to get dressed if he wasn't wearing a lot of knives, it was fine.
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She also just went ahead and wriggled out of her bodysuit and tights while she was at it, which meant she really felt like herself again when she emerged, bare-faced and smiling.
"Much better."
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Clearly any clothing removal was going to be considered a brilliant idea.
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She could go out and be social tomorrow, and she would, but she'd spent all day signing autographs and dealing with fans today. A quiet night in was kind of exactly what she needed right now.
The clothing-optional part was a pretty huge perk, though.
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Sure, they were close to the bed already but he missed picking her up sometimes. Besides, her feet might still hurt from those boots.
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Annie made a pleased little noise in her throat at being lifted up. She wrapped her arms just a bit more tightly around Diego's shoulders before leaning in to kiss him again, this time nipping at his lower lip.
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Her sparkly new apartment was pretty all right, and she'd liked it a lot more with Diego in it, but this felt more like coming home.
Not for the first time, she idly wondered if it was all worth it, especially with the recent developments. Especially considering how much she liked being back in Diego's bedroom.
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Like, don't get her wrong, this was all looking really promising and interesting with the clothing removal and all, but just laying in this bed was really nice.
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She'd missed his bed, and his apartment, and quiet. It was nice to just have some time together where she didn't have to think about Vought, or anything that had happened to her, or be Starlight -- with all the new trappings -- for a couple of days.
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And at least this kind of casual intimacy was easier than it had been a couple weeks ago. Granted, Annie hadn't really resolved anything there, so much as just settled into a weird, not-thinking-about-it-ever peace and it wasn't going to last, but it was working for now.
"I love you," Annie murmured, sliding her arm around Diego and arching her neck to help him out there.
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Her big Starlight bed was cold and lonely with just her in it. Wearing his shirt would help; remembering being here, in this bed, would help, too.
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In any case, she didn't need a lot of prompting, and shifted so she could bite at the base of Diego's throat, sucking lightly so it would be sure to leave a bruise.
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