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]

"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.

[firstofitskind]

Liam sucked in a deep, shuddering breath as their palms connected once more. There he was at the metaphorical precipice, teetering right at the edge. He picked up the pace, movements a little more frenzied now.

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity cried out with every sharp thrust into her, whole body shaking with his movements. "Liam--Liam--Liam," she choked out before words ceased being anything she was capable of, surrendering into pleasure instead.

[firstofitskind]

Annnnd there it was. A satisfied, wordless cry of his own and he was joining her in riding that wave of pleasure.

[arboreal_priestess]

With the last of her strength, Verity pulls herself back up - only to sag forward and collapse against Liam's chest.

[firstofitskind]

Liam was still breathing heavily, one hand around Verity’s waist, holding her in place, the other coming up to gently card through her hair.

They hadn’t even gotten to the shampoo part of the original plan, he realized, letting out a breathy laugh. Not that he was complaining at all.

[arboreal_priestess]

Hey was he suddenly in a rush to leave the shower? Because Verity most assuredly was not. She wasn't even in a rush to stand. "Needed that," she said, pressing kissing along his collarbone.

[firstofitskind]

Not in the least. Thank god they lived in an apartment building with a water heater meant to supply multiple units, though.

“You and me both,” Liam agreed, continuing to gently stroke her hair.

[arboreal_priestess]

"You're not getting out of washing my hair," Verity warned, like that was something Liam would ever try to weasel out of.

Doing it while cuddled against his chest probably wasn't the intimidating power move she thought, either.

[firstofitskind]

"Darn," Liam said, smirking down at her. "There goes my plan to get out of doing the thing I'd suggested in the first place."

He sounded terribly, terribly put out by this, yes.

[arboreal_priestess]

"See, I'm onto you," Verity said, pulling herself up for a moment so he could slide out of her. "I know what you were after, you cad."

[firstofitskind]

"I'm certain I made absolutely no effort to hide the fact that I wanted to have sex with you," Liam pointed out.

[arboreal_priestess]

"It was very shocking," Verity insisted. "I had no idea. I assumed we were in for a very chaste and platonic shower."

[firstofitskind]

"I don't believe you for a minute," Liam accused playfully. "You're a terrible liar."

Not precisely true, Verity could lie quite well when the situation warranted it, but this was definitely not one of those times.

[arboreal_priestess]

"My parents raised me to be an honest person," Verity declared, sounding injured.

And with that lie, they were lucky the whole building wasn't leveled by lightning.

[firstofitskind]

Yeah, there was only so far Liam could go with keeping up that particular pretense, which was why he was burying his face in her hair in a mostly-feeble attempt to hide his snort of laughter.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Rude," Verity declared. "Those are your in-laws we're talking about."