MHA #6, Sunday Morning

[firstofitskind]

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.]

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[arboreal_priestess]

She knew how much Liam appreciated being told what to do, regardless if the instructions came with words. He was rewarded by her hands clenching in his back and a soft groan.

[firstofitskind]

One of his hands, meanwhile, slid back around to her front, fingers exploring the skin as he went, coming to rest between her legs.

[arboreal_priestess]

She was wet all over from the shower, but between her legs was already slippery and she moaned when he slid his fingers between them. She bit his shoulder in encouragement, then leaned up to claim his mouth again, letting him swallow all of her noises.

[firstofitskind]

There was wet and then there was wet, and Liam felt a certain smug satisfaction regarding the latter, to be honest. He kissed her back fiercely as his fingers started to move in a slow, steady rhythm.

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity's hips picked up the rhythm, shifting and moving beneath his hand. His other hand was still held by hers, setting up the biofeedback loop so that he could feel what she did as she melted around him.

[firstofitskind]

God, but that felt so good, being surrounded by her, linked together, her pleasure coursing through him, becoming his own. Slowly, slowly, he increased the speed and pressure of his movements.

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity's thighs wrapped around his hand, also slick and wet, impeding his movements not at all. Her hips bucked and shook, ass bumping against the wall and he brought her closer and closer to completion.

Well. For the first time anyway. She had a feeling this would be a long shower.

[firstofitskind]

Oh, absolutely. And then of course there was all the testing they’d have to do to make sure the apartment furniture was still up to snuff: the bed, the couch, the kitchen table...

For now, though, all that mattered to Liam was making her scream in satisfaction.

[arboreal_priestess]

Bless that sturdy, sturdy table.

This time, it was less of a scream and more a deep, throaty groan that accompanied her climax, leaving her shuddering around his hand. Her mouth moved across his neck, kissing and nipping and licking, breasts flushed and pressed against his chest.

Fuck she needed this.

[firstofitskind]

Groans, moans... all of it was music to Liam’s ears.

Though now he was the one making pleased noises as Verity kissed her way across his neck. The hand that had been between her legs came up to squeeze one of those breasts she’d pressed up against him, fingers tweaking the nipple slightly.

[arboreal_priestess]

Leaving slick streaks across her skin and turning her nipple shiny.

Her hand reached down to below his hips, grasping him firmly and beginning to stroke. "I need this so bad," she whispers.

[firstofitskind]

“Me too,” Liam murmured. Her hand around him felt good- as evidenced by the way he thrust into her grip- but being fully buried inside her would be, as always, nothing short of amazing.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Sit," Verity told him, gesturing to the floor of the tub. She grinned at him, eyes promising to give him everything. Every part of her.

[firstofitskind]

“Yes ma’am,” Liam practically purred, drinking in the sight of her above him once he’d done so.

[arboreal_priestess]

And then Verity settled over him, straddling him, thighs to the outside of his. Thank god for having a big enough bathtub. "Mmm," she said, gliding over him. "Ready for me?"

[firstofitskind]

“Can’t believe you actually have to ask that,” Liam said, tone wry.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Maybe I wanted to hear you ask nicely," Verity said and then slid down on top of him, taking him in one exquisitely slow stroke.

[firstofitskind]

If she’d taken any longer, the line from ‘asking nicely’ to ‘begging’ may well have been crossed.

Thankfully (?), things didn’t get that far, and instead he let out a long, low, satisfied groan as she slid down onto him.

[arboreal_priestess]

If it hadn't been months for her, too, she might have. But now, fuck, she needed this.

"Now move with me," she said in a low sigh, hands coming up to cup his face, bracketing it with her thumbs.

[firstofitskind]

Liam’s hands, meanwhile, had settled on her hips, and he made a happy noise of assent as he thrusted upwards into her.

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity'd had plenty of dance partners in her life, men who knew how to move her, how to move with her, how to make the dance look -and even feel! - glorious.

But none of them were like Liam. None of them had ever learned her so intimately that they felt like an extension of her with every shift, every thrust, every groan of contentment.

[firstofitskind]

Too bad for them, really. Liam knew full well he wasn't the most experienced of lovers (there was, technically, inherited knowledge in that regard that was accessible if he'd decided to look for it, but... no.), and when they tried something new it was at times awkward and fumbling and resulting in injuries both to one's person and dignity.

But those were all learning experiences, and Liam took great pride in applying each lesson as they went. After all, what good was a pleasurable experience if he couldn't make sure that the person he loved above all others was riding that high (pun intended, heh) right there with him?

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity bent backwards, changing the angle, and moaned. One hand stayed wrapped around the back of Liam's neck, the other skimmed up her sides and to her breasts, now upthrust in the air.

[firstofitskind]

In a land of sand and ruin and gold,
There shone one woman, and none but she

The line of poetry sprung to mind, bidden by the sight of her before him.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, leaning forward to press a kiss to the top of one breast, then the other.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Perfect," Verity returned, looking at Liam, deep in his eyes. She reached for his hand again, pressing their palms together, and shuddered as the sensations flooded back into her.