MHA #6, Friday Evening

[firstofitskind]

So last Valentine's Day, Verity had made a valiant attempt at a romantic dinner. It... well, the evening had ended well, though the dinner itself had been a lost cause.

This time, Liam was determined to pull off the dinner part of the evening successfully, and to that end had temporarily banished her from the apartment, because last year there hadn't even been sex pollen adding an extra layer of difficulty to the endeavor.

Though it had been nearly a month, the smell of cooking meat still made his stomach churn, so there had been a lot of vegetarian meals happening. Tonight was no exception, and as soon as the eggplant parmesan was out of the oven, he texted Verity to let her know it was safe to come home.

[ooc: for the wiiiiiife! and up early for SP.]

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[arboreal_priestess]

"Don't need the Sight to know where tonight was going," Verity teased, head falling backwards as his fingers stroked her hotter, wetter. "Not when I want you so bad I ache."

[firstofitskind]

“Dunno why people hate this week so much,” Liam said cheerfully, as if the first time they’d experienced this while dating hadn’t been awkward at points, up to and including what had almost been, you know, his first time.