Liam Kincaid (
firstofitskind) wrote2020-08-09 10:14 am
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MHA #6, Sunday Morning
Over the last few months, Liam had fallen back on a number of old habits, including the one where he only bothered with sleeping the few hours a night that his body required. Instead, he kept busy doing other things, including regular runs around the island. He was on his way back to the apartment for a shower after one such run just now, as a matter of fact.
After that (and making sure the mice- and squirrel!Verity- had breakfast), it was probably tea and a breakfast sandwich at the Perk. What an exciting life he led.
[ooc: for the wiiiiiife.]
After that (and making sure the mice- and squirrel!Verity- had breakfast), it was probably tea and a breakfast sandwich at the Perk. What an exciting life he led.
[ooc: for the wiiiiiife.]
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Because you know what else was impossible to get as a squirrel?
Laid.
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Dammit, Liam, be less sex on legs!
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Which meant while he managed to get the water started, there was a little bit of less-than-sexy blind fumbling around for the control as he did so.
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And then he was pinning her up against the shower wall, kissing her fiercely... and going all glowy and non-corporeal.
Oops.
For the record, that was not what he'd meant to happen.
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But also a distinct sense of embarrassment at how quickly he'd lost control of himself. Because honestly, he'd absolutely had something a little more physical in mind. But then, much like a certain prom night a few years ago, physiology took over and here they were.
Just. Give him a moment or two. He'd be back to himself.
... Annnnd there he was. Burying his face in her shoulder and muttering: "Oh god." But like, not in a sexy, turned-on kind of way. In an utterly mortified kind of way.
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"Months," he said plaintively. "Sorry, sorry, sorry," he added, punctuating each repetition with a kiss to her shoulder, the line of her jaw, her lips.
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"Mmm," he hummed. "Anything else you'd like to claim while you're at it?" he asked, giving the flesh beneath his fingers a gentle squeeze.
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