knife_bender | MHA #2 | Tuesday Evening

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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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"It is," he agreed, ducking his head down to kiss her neck. He now realized he had been taking this for granted, and he was determined to savor it right now.

It was a pretty dramatic difference to go from being as constantly-together as they'd been before Annie had left to only seeing each other maybe once a week or so. She found herself appreciating all the casual little touches and interactions so much more now.

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.

"I love you too," Diego said before biting down on her neck lightly. He moved his hand over her hip and waist, unable to keep his hands off of her. It was almost like he was assuring himself that she was actually here right now.

Annie wound a leg around him, gasping softly at the bite. She scratched her nails lightly along his back, pressing close and feeling similarly like she just needed to be touching him. Like maybe if she paid close enough attention, she could memorize every single thing about all of this.

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.

Diego made a pleased humming noise at the feel of her nails against is back. "You should leave some marks for me to look at while you're gone."

"And you can think about how you got them all?"Annie murmured, sounding both amused and pretty turned on by that idea. (And maybe a little jealous she couldn't easily get marks, too.)

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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"Exactly," he said, voice going up a bit at the bite. "I like seeing them."

"What about the ones you can't see easily?" Annie wondered, scratching her nails a little harder against his back experimentally as she moved a little to give his new hickey a neighbor.

"I can feel those," he murmured, rocking his hips against hers. "When I'm wearing a shirt, it'll sting a little and I think of you."

Which was kind of romantic in a dirty way.

"I mean, I don't like the idea of hurting you, but it does seem to happen," Annie felt compelled to note, drawing her leg a little tighter around him to rock her hips against his, in return.

But she did like him thinking of her and about how he got those marks, and so she added, "You should text me. Like, when you think of me like that."

She didn't have pockets anymore, so it might take her a moment to respond, but it would also kind of help to bridge the distance, maybe? (Also, hot.)

"I can do that," he said, nipping at her jaw before kissing her again. He got a hand on her thigh, just in case she had any ideas about unwrapping her leg from around him.

"Maybe send pictures," Annie mumbled, arching lightly against him. She meant of his hickeys and whatnot -- it wasn't like Annie wasn't aware of what kinds of marks she left on him, but you know, it wasn't like she'd object to the reminder, either -- but she was also purposely vague on what she meant by 'pictures,' yes.

The whole -- everything had kind of thrown a wrench into all their sexy long-distance plans (because Annie had completely lost touch with that part of herself for a little while) but it was easier to clearly remember those plans when she was all tangled up in bed with Diego, as she was now.

"I can do that," he murmured, nipping at her lip. He hooked his fingers in her underwear, starting to tug them down.

Annie wriggled helpfully and lifted her hips to assist, and you know what he didn't need in order to get her underwear off? His shoulder, so Annie felt like it was the perfect time to give Diego another hickey in another place he could easily see.

(And photograph for her.)

"Fuck," Diego murmured, fumbling a little at the bite. He at least managed to get her underwear off without ripping them.

Annie really liked any time she could tell she'd thrown Diego's concentration off, and it just made her want to do it again. She settled for flicking her tongue out against the newly-issued bite as she reached between them to tug his shorts down, and like, wow, look at that -- if they took turns and showed just a little patience, no one ended up tangled or having to rip their clothes.

Even if the ripping was, like, kind of super hot.

Patience worked wonders when it came to saving your clothes! Diego shifted a little to help get his shorts off, and worked on some distracting of his own, biting down on her collarbone.

Probably for the best he couldn't leave marks since that would definitely show in the new Starlight uniform.

But it would lead to so many fun conversations and questions!

"Fuck, yes," Annie sighed softly, shifting against him restlessly at the bite, and just going ahead and getting her leg back around him where it belonged. "Again."

Look who remembered how to be bossy!

Diego let out a little moan just at the bossiness, rocking his hips against Annie's again. He bit down on her shoulder, a little bit harder this time.

"More," Annie murmured (bossily), using the leg she had hooked around him to try to pull Diego on top of her.

All the better to run her nails down his back, hard enough to probably leave a mark this time.

Diego groaned, moving to settle himself between Annie's legs. He slid a hand down past her hip to press a finger into her at the same time he lightly bit down on her neck, just below her ear.

He was good at following orders sometimes.

It seemed like it was just a matter of making sure they were orders he wanted to follow.

Annie moaned softly, her hips lifting up to meet his hand as she tilted her head a little. "So good," she mumbled, one hand making a little fist against his back -- and see really, the hard part about being bossy and verbal was keeping enough focus to come up with coherent words when all her mind wanted to do was go blissfully blank. "Fucking perfect."

Though maybe she didn't need to be that coherent, right now.

"God, you look good," he panted, pressing another finger into her. "I love watching you."

See, things like that made her reconsider how nervous she was about the whole, like, phone thing, because while Annie kind of figured that she looked like a total mess during sex and she probably made weird faces, Diego clearly felt differently.

She still blushed, flushing all the way down her chest in a combination of shyness and arousal, the latter of which was really helping a lot with the former. "Then we can leave the lights on," she decided, losing half of that to a moan as she arched her hips. "I love watching you more than anything."

More than anything except hearing him, maybe. And feeling him. It was all good okay?

"We both do look really good," he teased, nipping at her jaw playfully. He decided to quit teasing, removing his fingers and lining himself up against her, but not quite pressing her.

Okay, maybe he was still going to tease a little.

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