MHA #6, Late Tuesday Morning

[firstofitskind]

Apparently, Fandom had decided that just-shy-of-two-weeks was plenty of time for Liam to be a cat, because at some point Tuesday morning, he found himself changed back. Thankfully for his dignity, said transformation did not take place when he was out and about in public, but rather while he was home at Verity's apartment. Really, his only complaint was that it had woken him up from a cat-nap rather sound sleep.

Which, speaking of... apparently spending so long as a cat meant there was a little bit of a lingering influence, as normally he would have been up and about for hours now. But instead, all he did was slip on a pair of boxers, and then crawl back into the bed to snuggle with Verity properly

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[arboreal_priestess]

And Verity loved him because option a was his go-to--and because two weeks had also been too long for him. Too.

She made a soft noise in her throat, his fingers already finding her wet and soft, and turned her head to steal another kiss. In a few minutes, she'd have to roll back over and get her own exploration in, but for now, she liked just feeling his hands all over her.

[firstofitskind]

So 'slow' hadn't been on the (metaphorical) table before, but now? With one hand down between her legs and the other still at her breasts, his movements were slow and gentle.

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity sighed which quickly turned into a groan, his fingers playing over her with studied skill. "If I hadn't fallen in love with you for your brain, I might have over your fingers," she whispered, hips flexing forward to fill his palm with her.