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]

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?"

[firstofitskind]

Which was at least part of the reason he'd started doing so, to be honest.

"Eighty-seven," Liam guessed, pulling that number out of nowhere even as he pulled Verity's shirt over her head.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Nope!" Verity said, though she had worn upwards of that number before in her life. "It's my birthday, so I decided to cut down on the number of weapons I hid today."

After she got home and the doors were locked. And 'cut down' was not 'zero.'

[firstofitskind]

"Twenty-four," was Liam's second guess, pressing a kiss to her jaw.

[arboreal_priestess]

"I did not coordinate my weaponry with my age," Verity said, cackling.

...Only because she hadn't thought about it.

[firstofitskind]

"I'm almost disappointed that you didn't," Liam admitted. "Almost."

[arboreal_priestess]

"If you want, I can go and put more on," Verity offered. Like a giver.

[firstofitskind]

"Nope," Liam shook his head. "We've reached the 'taking things off' portion of the evening. There's no going back."

[arboreal_priestess]

"Well, I'm still wearing way too much," Verity pointed out. "Including at least nine weapons."

[firstofitskind]

And while flinging clothing carelessly off was one thing, it was quite another when it came to weapons, so Liam's pace slowed somewhat as he reached for the brace of knives around Verity's arm. Once the clasp was undone and the knives were safely piled on the nightstand beside her bed, he leaned down to kiss the skin they'd been covering. He repeated the process for the one at her hips, and the necklace that doubled as a garrotte.

That just left the gun at the small of her back... and everything below the her waist.

[arboreal_priestess]

Another reason Verity had fallen in love with Liam: the care and respect he had for her weapons. Not just because they could injure themselves with them, but for them as tools, care taken to make sure they remained in good condition.

And she returned the favor, removing the few weapons he was wearing and setting them carefully aside, next to hers. They looked good there.

...His pants were removed with far less care.

[firstofitskind]

... It was possible that she needed a bigger nightstand, between the two of them.

But that was a concern for another time. Right now, he was far more concerned with getting rid of everything else that Verity was wearing.

[arboreal_priestess]

They might have to expand to her dresser soon.

Several minutes later, Verity was naked and her weapons safely stowed. And with a grin that promised absolute wickedness, she led Liam to the bed, the door falling closed behind them.

[firstofitskind]

Good thing The Weirdest Ikea was so close-by!

"Happy Birthday," Liam said, wearing a matching grin and nothing else as he followed her to the bed.