MHA #6, Wednesday Evening

[firstofitskind]

To say the last few days had been busy for the two of them would be one hell of an understatement, but that didn't mean Liam was going to let Verity's birthday just go by in the aftermath. He did, however, call JGoB and have them make a last minute change to the cake he'd ordered. Which was sitting in a non-descript cardboard box in the kitchen for now, waiting for the reveal later.

(Yes, he'd promised the mice a not-insignificant portion of said cake in return for their patience, as well as their assistance in holding Verity to her promise not to peek prematurely.)

All they needed now was dinner, and Liam was just about finished taking care of that too- or at least, taking care of paying the delivery person from Outback Steakhouse.

"Food's here," he announced, having finally managed to send said delivery person on their way.

[ooc: for the birthday-haver!]

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[arboreal_priestess]

Do you know what Verity didn't need? Her own chair. Not when Liam's lap was right there to slide into, arms curling around his neck.

[firstofitskind]

Conservation of chairs was extremely important!

Especially since it meant Liam could slide his hands under the hem of Verity's shirt as he pulled her even closer.

[arboreal_priestess]

Which, if you really thought about it, was exactly where his hands were supposed to be in the first place. "I know what present I really wanna open," she said, tipping her head back to offer Liam a chance to use that mouth of his on her throat.

[firstofitskind]

And who was he to refuse an offer like that? Especially on her birthday.

"Yeah?" he said, breath ghosting against her skin for a moment before he kissed the hollow of her throat that she'd so thoughtfully made accessible. "That can be arranged."

... Though if they were gonna skip right over the rest of the cake they really should at least put their share away in the fridge. In a moment.

[arboreal_priestess]

Liam was free to do that as soon as he was willing to pull himself away.

An action she was going to make more difficult to accomplish by sliding her hands to his chest and starting to unbutton his shirt.

Hey, she didn't have roommates. They technically didn't have to leave the table for this last 'present' if they didn't want to.

[firstofitskind]

Yeah, he was not exactly in any rush to go anywhere.

One hand was slipping back out from Verity's shirt, though, to trace the line of the necklace chain before he leaned in again, this time to press a kiss just beside where the pendant was resting.

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity shivered, a soft sigh escaping her throat. "Hey," she murmured, looking down at him. "I love you."

It still felt kind of foreign on her tongue, but she had faith it would come easier with time.

[firstofitskind]

And the thrill that shot through Liam at hearing those words was just as intense as the first time she'd said it. "Hey," he replied. "Love you too," because saying it felt just as nice as hearing it.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Well aren't we just a matched set then," she said, cheeks a little flushed; words she'd only said and heard from family before. "That makes things a lot easier."

[firstofitskind]

"It does work out," Liam leaned forward again, this time briefly, gently catching Verity's earlobe between his teeth, "rather well."

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity groaned, pressing herself tighter against him. "So, we're either going to have to move this to the bedroom soon, or we're about to give these chairs a serious stress test," she warned.

[firstofitskind]

“Bedroom,” Liam said, without much in the way of hesitation.

He really did not trust that kitchen furniture, to be honest.

[arboreal_priestess]

Liam was a smart man. Also, clearly another trip to Isle of Ikea was in order.

"No sense of adventure," she teased, not yet sliding off his lap.

Look, everything felt really good right where she was.

[firstofitskind]

“I have a sense of adventure!” Liam argued. “I just don’t think your kitchen chair collapsing underneath us qualifies as an adventure.”

[arboreal_priestess]

"It does if we keep going," Verity decided, giving him a huge grin.

[firstofitskind]

"Okay," Liam took a deep breath, because as tempting as it was to keep going... he really didn't want to have to deal with the fallout (slight pun not intended) of broken furniture. "Bedroom, c'mon."

Maybe they'd save that for after they'd made another trip to the Weirdest Ikea in Existence, which surely had furniture stronger than what was essentially glorified lawn furniture.

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity would be offended by the way he thought about her kitchen chairs if it wasn't entirely accurate.

Besides, she was busy pouting at him for making her leave the warmth of his lap, a vantage point where she'd had a front row seat as it were to how much Liam was enjoying the evening.

"I better not have a moment to think from the second we close that door," Verity told him.

[firstofitskind]

"Absolutely no thinking," Liam promised with a wicked grin, shrugging the rest of the way out of his shirt as he stood.

[arboreal_priestess]

Mmm, that was a view. Verity leaned forward to trace her tongue over his collarbone. "You sure you want to move?" she teased.

VERITY, YOUR BEDROOM WAS THE NEXT ROOM OVER.

[firstofitskind]

"Yes," Liam said, breath hitching on the vowel. Although she made a very convincing argument just now...

Wait, no. They could totally make it to the next room over. Liam's arms circled her waist as he started to move out of the kitchen and towards the bedroom door, tugging her with him.

[arboreal_priestess]

They were going to lose the rest of the cake and Verity couldn't even be mad about it because what he was promising was ever so much more delicious.

And with him moving her along, it meant she could spend that time continuing to explore his chest with lips and tongue and teeth. Familiar territory, sure, but still worth every effort.

[firstofitskind]

And it wasn't like they couldn't just order another cake. Perhaps for that promised Netflix-and-actual-chill without anyone being high.

Oh, look. They'd made it to the bedroom. And now Liam's hands were sliding beneath the hem of Verity's shirt to undo the clasp on her bra.

[arboreal_priestess]

Please. If nobody was high, it was going to turn into slang Netflix-and-chill long before they had time for cake.

On the other hand, laying naked on her couch watching Netflix in a post-coital haze while eating cake sounded amazing.

Verity's own hands were busy with Liam's fly, then easing his pants off his hips. "How many weapons are you wearing today?"

[firstofitskind]

"That's for me to know and you to find out," Liam smirked.

And unlike, say, even a few months ago... the answer was greater than zero.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Oooh, sexy," Verity said, fingers eager to find them. It was a turn on of its own sort, seeing a man prepared for anything. "Wanna guess how many I'm wearing?"