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A Pawn Shop in East Flatbush | Friday evening

To say today had been rough was quite possibly the biggest understatement ever. It had started with watching porn at way too early in the morning, went into cutting off a guy's hand to get his girlfriend out of jail and somewhere between that Annie had absolutely gotten her ass handed to her by Black Noir.

Diego was worried. He knew why Annie was playing it cool. Her mother was there, and Billy Butcher wasn't exactly someone you wanted to look weak in front of. But she had been hurt, and neither of them had gotten the chance to process that and he just really needed to make sure she was okay.

When everyone seemed to be as settled as they were going to be, he found his way to Annie's side. "Can we talk?"

[Last post for the day, I promise. For the girl! NSFW!]

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"I love you, too." Annie was a little out of breath already, and the way she couldn't seem to stop kissing Diego was definitely not going to help that cause. "More than I even know how to say."

She dropped a hand to work on his belt, her other hand staying where it was on his neck to gently brush her thumb along his jaw. She couldn't help but let out a soft hiss as her hip shifted a little against the sink, but she was totally willing and able to move right past the pain.

It had been such a close call. He couldn't be physically close enough to her now.

"Let me--" Diego pulled back slightly to help her with the whole pants thing. "You start on yours."

The adrenaline mixed with desperation and add in the fact they were pretty much in a public space ensured this was going to be over pretty quickly.

Annie made a little noise of frustration at the loss of contact, but was more than happy to set to work on her own pants. It was probably a good thing, too, since her coordination wasn't great at the moment, and Annie wasn't able to just neatly wriggle out of her jeans like she usually could.

Instead, it actually took her a second to get her pants (and underwear) off, which was probably easily attributed to the fact that the bruise along her side extended all the way down that leg and was already starting to turn a sort of sickly yellow-greenish. (Sexy, right?) Her other leg was also covered in smaller, but still noteworthy injuries, more in line with the light bruises starting to gain color around her neck and on her forearms.

She was trying to just ignore how bad she looked, and carefully pushed herself up to sit on the edge of the sink once she was free of her pants. And as soon as she was situated and steady, she was reaching for Diego. More touching again, please, now.

Diego was totally going to worry about those bruises...later. In a few minutes. Right now he was going to kiss Annie again, pressing up against her as much as he could without hurting her much. It wasn't as much skin on skin contact as he would have liked, but it was doing a lot for him right now.

Annie definitely wanted more, but she would take what she could get at the moment. She immediately wrapped her less-injured leg around him, needing as much contact as she could possibly get.

She was getting obviously, increasingly desperate, between how she was needily pulling at one of Diego's straps, her other hand traveling up to cup his face, and the way she was kissing him. None of this had as much finesse as usual, but nothing about this was like how it usually was, either. The whole 'hooking up in a semi-public space' thing was kind of an anomaly, if nothing else, but Annie needed this too badly and had been through way too much to care.

Diego made a needy noise, shoving his pants further down and pressing himself closer between her legs. "Annie, please--"

Even now, hearing Diego like that sent a little bolt of need through her. "I love you," Annie whispered, her hand dropping lower between them to help guide him into her.

Adrenaline was as effective as foreplay sometimes, and this was one of those times. They could take their time with each other -- God, hopefully soon. Annie wasn't going to think about that right now, instead moaning softly as she arched up to kiss him again.

There was probably going to need to be a lot of kissing to stifle the noise. They weren't usually great at staying quiet.

They really weren't great at staying quiet. Case in point, Diego really couldn't help the noise he made when he first pressed into Annie. He quickly tried to muffle the noise by biting down on his lip, but the damage was already probably done.

Note it did not discourage him from thrusting his hips up a moment later. He was at least trying to keep the noise down a little, mostly through kissing.

The kissing was helping with the noise some, though of course it could not muffle everything. Like how the mirror behind Annie was totally up there with a single nail and a wish, and was already kind of rattling with the movement.

Annie reached a hand over to a nearby pipe, just to steady herself and to have the leverage to arch up against Diego in return -- which, naturally, didn't help her stay quiet at all. Though she was trying. And as always, when Annie couldn't be loud, she got a little more rough.

So she wasn't trying to give him a hickey when she shifted so she could kiss his neck, but it was probably going to end up happening.

Her being rougher did nothing for Diego's attempts to be quiet. He ducked his head down, trying to muffle the noises against her shoulder. Of course, that wasn't going to help tamp down the noise made by pretty much everything else near the sink as he quickened his pace.

Like it was their fault this bathroom was falling apart.

Annie stifled a needy gasp against Diego's neck, the hand that wasn't holding onto that pipe desperately grabbing onto his arm just for another point of contact, even if it was through clothes -- though, clothes or not, he'd probably end up with some bruises of his own before this was over. Annie didn't have the coordination or patience or general wherewithal to check her strength right now.

Not when she couldn't even be bothered to make sure she didn't knock over whoever's toothpaste that was when she shifted her hand from the pipe to the lip of the sink to allow for a slightly deeper angle. Whatever, they should finish this wall instead of using it as a shelf. Also maybe get a hideout in a less shitty building.

"Fuck," Diego murmured, one of his hands scrambling to get purchase on the wall since he couldn't hold onto her as tightly as he wanted to. There was a noise as something was knocked off a shelf, though he couldn't be bothered to see what it was.

They could worry about that later. And would anyone even notice if this place looked shittier?

"Yes," Annie whimpered, her leg tightening around him. And -- okay, the gasp she couldn't quite muffle was mostly attributable to how close she was getting and how little control she was still holding onto, but it was also kind of impossible to do this without jostling anything that was injured. It wasn't enough to detract from anything else she was feeling -- just a quick reminder of the circumstances.

She pushed past the pain, her hand traveling from Diego's arm to grip his ass, trying to drive him in deeper (as though that were even physically possible, at this point.) "Close."

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"Me too," he murmured. He wasn't surprised at how quickly he got there. It felt like he had been amped up for hours now, not completely unlike it had been when the pollen was around the island.

He managed to work a hand between them to circle his thumb around her clit, trying to help her find the same release he was quickly heading towards.

"Fuck," Annie sighed, her already-clumsy movements turning a bit frantic at the addition of that touch. And between how desperate and on the edge she had already been feeling physically, and how overwhelmed she was emotionally, it was hardly a few seconds more before Annie was going tight around him and burying her face against Diego's shoulder to muffle a moan she couldn't suppress.

The light behind her flickered and buzzed -- though, thankfully, that was it. It was already going to be hard to explain why they'd knocked stuff over without also contending with a broken lightbulb.

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That would have been very hard and embarrassing to explain.

Diego had already been close, but heeling her tighten up around him and hearing her pretty much tipped him over the edge immediately. He didn't do quite as good of a job muffling his own moan when he came, but at least he hadn't knocked down the mirror or anything.

Annie wasn't going to let go of him any time soon and was still hanging on pretty tightly, so hopefully Diego didn't have any ideas about immediately moving away or anything.

She did carefully lift her head to press a series of soft kisses along his neck and cheek, though. "I love you," she murmured. She really couldn't say it enough right now, even if it still didn't feel like enough to say.

"I love you too," he panted as he tried to catch his breath. "You okay?"

"Better than I was," she assured him. At least for the moment. Endorphins were helping.

She loosened her hold on him but didn't let go just yet. "Not going to pretend I didn't wish we had a bed, though."

Because this was, like, adventurous and fun and very necessary, but once again there wouldn't be any cuddling after. (Also, still kind of lacking in ambiance.)

"Me too," he said, pressing a kiss against her neck. "We're going to be roughing it for awhile."

"Could be worse," Annie said, reaching a hand up to lightly brush over his hair. "At least we're roughing it together."

Even if she hadn't been afraid to sleep under the same roof as Homelander, Annie would have happily taken a spot on a dingy floor next to Diego than spent any more time alone in that big fancy bed.

He leaned in to kiss Annie again. "You're sweet."

Of course they'd be like this after having sex in a dingy bathroom.

"You're sweeter." Go ahead, Diego, challenge her on that. Annie would be invoking the hand thing as the most romantic of all gestures, for the rest of their lives.

But, that being said, the adrenaline and endorphins were only going to go so far for so long, and she didn't hide her wince at all as she carefully unwound her leg from around him.

Sure, people would find that romantic when they told that story. Not weird at all. They could test the story on Danny and Steve later and see if they found it romantic.

Diego pulled away slowly, reaching out to help Annie get down from the sink. "We made a mess. Think anybody will notice?"

Look, Steve would probably think it was great.

"How could you possibly tell things are messier in here?" Annie replied, gratefully accepting his help getting down. Like, goddamn it, being injured sucked. "I can't believe they've actually been living here long-term."

It was fine for a couple nights, but honestly. This place was such a dump.

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