MHA # 2 | Tuesday Evening

[knife_bender]

Yesterday was a...success? If one could call beating the shit out of a guy in a stupid looking uniform a success. It hadn't really done a lot to make Diego feel better overall, but at least he felt like he did something other than sit there twiddling his thumbs.

Now he really didn't have much to do until class on Friday (where he was determined not to go down so easily next time!), so he was having a quiet evening in with American Ninja Warrior on TV and a protein shake because his cooking skills were non-existent and that counted as dinner.

[For the gf, but open before she gets there if you'd like! And now NWS]

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[knife_bender]

That had been his goal, yes. He did find the warning hot, so he was more than happy to hear it. It spurred him on to thrust his fingers in a little harder, thumb circling her clit.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Oh my God, that's perfect, don't stop --" Annie mumbled, barely even aware of what she was saying because it felt so amazingly, head-emptyingly great.

It was barely a few seconds more before she was clenching around his fingers, her leg squeezing his shoulder as all of that babbling fell apart into a wordless moan.

Consider Annie very thoroughly and successfully distracted.

[knife_bender]

Diego pumped his fingers a few more times, letting her ride that out for a few moments. When he pulled back he looked pretty pleased with himself, crawling up the bed to flop down beside her.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I love how smug you always look after," Annie noted after a moment, smiling over at him and shifting onto her side with a relaxed, languid stretch. "Like you won something. You're so fucking cute about it."

She might have been a little biased on this.

[knife_bender]

"I did win something," he said, leaning in to kiss her.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Well, really, Annie felt like she was the winner here, but she was hardly inclined to argue with him.

Especially when there were kisses, and she could instead shift a little closer to lightly run her hand along his side, her touch light and lazy and slow for the moment.

[knife_bender]

Diego leaned towards that touch, still mindful to not press himself against her completely like he usually would. He nipped at her lip lightly, obviously not too worried about treating her like she was made of glass right now.

[defenderofdesmoines]

See, so far one of the biggest drawbacks to being shot in the torso is having to hold back a little at times like these, because Annie was also resisting the urge to just meld her body against Diego's.

But there was nothing at all wrong with her hands, and she was demonstrating as much given how she'd reached forward to lightly rest her free hand on his chest while the other dipped a little lower to run a fingertip just under the waistband of his shorts.

She also nipped at his lower lip in return, just for good measure.

[knife_bender]

"You don't have to," he murmured once he felt her hand move lower. "You're hurt."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I never have to," Annie replied softly, kissing the corner of his mouth. "But I love you, I'm not hurt that badly, and I want to. Unless you don't want...?"

She smoothed her hand over his hip in lieu of finishing her sentence, and shifted to press a soft kiss to his neck.

[knife_bender]

"I definitely want." That was visibly obvious. He shifted again to make this easier on Annie, not noticing how much the ice pack had moved while they were busy focused on other things.

Oh well, they'd notice soon enough.

[defenderofdesmoines]

It would surely only be a welcome surprise!

Annie smiled, and with that go-ahead, she slid her hand lower, pressing her palm lightly against the front of his shorts and cupping him through the fabric. "Yes, you definitely do," she murmured, kissing him again.

[knife_bender]

He smiled into the kiss, rocking his hips against her hand. It definitely wouldn't take much to tip him over considering how worked up he got just watching Annie come.

Which was probably good because, again, ice pack.

[defenderofdesmoines]

That eagerness spurred Annie on to move with a little less hesitation, reaching with one hand to impatiently tug his shorts down.

Her other hand, naturally, wrapped around him, immediately adopting a smooth and steady rhythm as Annie simultaneously deepened the kiss.

[knife_bender]

Diego moaned softly, not even caring about how needy he was right now. He jerked his hips up into Annie's hand, feeling more than a little impatient.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Seeing Diego needy always kind of short-circuited Annie, and she was really glad she'd insisted because this was also a hell of a distraction.

She shifted herself a little closer, briefly removing her hand just to quickly slide her fingers between her thighs for a little lubrication, before resuming stroking him at a quicker, more urgent pace. Her mouth moved to his neck, biting lightly before flicking her tongue out against the area.

[knife_bender]

"Fuck," Diego gasped, having to put in a lot of effort into not coming immediately from seeing and feeling that. "You--you're so fucking hot."

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie's immediate response to that was to tighten her hand's grip just a fraction, working her thumb in a counter-rhythm as she stroked. She pressed as close as she could without hurting herself, just enough that her breasts grazed against his chest. "You are," she murmured. "You look so fucking good like this."

All needy and gasping and impatient. It was the sort of thing she thought about during these lonely nights away.

[knife_bender]

"Close," he murmured, not even caring about how quick this was. He moved to kiss Annie again because he really wanted to be doing that when he did come.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie hummed an acknowledgement into the kiss, shifting her legs and hips a little so she could angle out a thigh under where her hand was working, since her skin would be much easier to clean up than the sheets.

Also, you know. Hot.

She kept up the steady motion of her hand, increasing her tempo just a touch more.

[knife_bender]

Diego only last a few more strokes of her hand before he was coming, jerking his hips hard up into her hand. The noise he made managed to be loud, even muffled by the kiss.

And she was correct, this was much hotter than messing up the sheets.

[defenderofdesmoines]

As much as Annie liked when they came together, or close to, it was always amazing to be able to watch and hear and feel Diego let go without being distracted by her own orgasm. Like. Just so fucking hot.

She stayed with him, slowing her hand incrementally as she let him ride it out a bit. Her free hand came up to gently cup his face, her thumb brushing his jaw.

[knife_bender]

Diego stayed there for a few long moments, nuzzling against her hand and enjoying the afterglow. Eventually he had to flop down beside her or else there might be a worry of flopping down on her, which was what they had been trying to avoid in the first place.

"Jesus!" There was the ice pack.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Are you okay?" Annie asked, immediately startling and looking around to see if maybe his pillow knife had migrated out from its home.

When she saw it was just the ice pack, though, she started laughing. She couldn't help it, that was sort of hilarious.

[knife_bender]

Diego threw the ice pack off the side of the bed, unable to keep from laughing a little. "Forgot about that thing."