Liam's Shuttle, Fandom and then beyond, Tuesday Evening

[firstofitskind]

So this time last year, Liam and Verity had woken up together for the first time. Yeah, much like this past weekend, it had been after being small children for a few days. But they'd decided that since that first weekend had involved sharing (toy) weaponry, then the morning after ought to count as far as anniversaries went.

Look, it made sense to them, just go with it.

A few months ago, Liam had promised Verity both flying lessons and a look at the Northern Lights, and tonight seemed like the perfect opportunity to make good on that promise, and so he'd worked out a flight plan to guide her through and packed a picnic dinner for when they got to their destination. Now all he needed was, well. Verity herself.

[ooc: for the giiiirl.]

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[firstofitskind]

"You're the worst," Liam said, before leaning in to kiss her.

It probably said something about their respective senses of humor that this had somehow become a genuine endearment.

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity kissed him back, licking into his mouth before she invited his tongue into hers.

"See?" she asked, voice low and husky. "Told you."

[firstofitskind]

"I never doubted," Liam replied with a grin.

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity snuggled closer to him, her legs sliding over his and her head resting on his shoulder. "Sooooo....since we're like three minutes out from the insanity that is the holiday season, what do you want for Christmas, huh?"

[firstofitskind]

"Uh," Liam's face had a definite deer-in-headlights look to it. "I hadn't actually thought about it?" he admitted. His gift to Verity last year aside, he'd never really done anything to mark the holiday.

[arboreal_priestess]

"You know," she said, super casually, "my family does a big thing for Christmas every year. My aunt and uncle come up from LA, my grandparents and Sarah fly in from Michigan, my uncle Drew sometimes manages to come in for a day or two. Sometimes timing syncs up and Grandma comes out of Hell for Christmas to get cookies and grenades."

[firstofitskind]

"...Oh?" It was a testament to the kind of stories Verity told about her family that 'Grandma comes out of Hell' wasn't the part of that statement that was throwing Liam. "That sounds nice," he managed.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Sound nicer if you decided to come home with me," she said. Still super-casually. "Just to help me not murder my sister and all that."

[firstofitskind]

"Yeah?" Liam's face lit up. "I'd- really like that, actually."

[arboreal_priestess]

"Then come home with me," Verity said, leaning up to kiss him. "Though that means you have to go Christmas shopping with me, too."

[firstofitskind]

"Mmm, if it's anything like furniture shopping with you, I'm not too worried," Liam replied.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Picture that but with a lot more Christmas music," Verity said. "And other shoppers to be buzzkills."

She snickered. "Mostly, you're coming along to remind me I'm not allowed to break the fingers of the guy who grabbed me because I snagged the last standmixer or something."

[firstofitskind]

"That seems a little excessive," Liam made a face.

"... The grabbing, more than the breaking fingers." He understood where that impulse would come from, at least.

[arboreal_priestess]

"See?" Verity said, collapsing back on him with a happy sigh. "You get me."

[firstofitskind]

"Though as satisfying as that would be to watch, I don't have the means to get you out of assault charges anymore," Liam said sadly.

Not that, in this hypothetical finger-breaking situation, Verity would actually allow herself to be arrested at all.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Okay, but we could have you 'arrest' me," Verity suggested, waggling her eyebrows. "As Fandom's sheriff. Get me out of trouble and then we have playtime with your cuffs."

[firstofitskind]

"... Yeah?" Liam asked, curious. "You'd be in to something like that?" It was not a scenario he'd particularly considered, but then... it wasn’t as if he would be the one in cuffs, so maybe...

[arboreal_priestess]

"I mean, can't promise that I'd play it straight and not try to resist arrest," Verity said, because she knew herself. "But if you're asking me if I'd give it a whirl just to get you into those tight khakis that make your ass look great...I mean, have we met?"

[firstofitskind]

“Kha- oh, like a uniform." You know he’d never actually technically been a real cop before Fandom, right?

[arboreal_priestess]

There were websites for these kind of things, Liam. And a shop in town if they didn't wanna fork out money for a real uniform, god.

"Look, you're never gonna sell if you're not in a real uniform," Verity said, though whether she meant the fantasy or con to keep her from being arrested for breaking fingers was the real question.

[firstofitskind]

... Both?

"I have a real uniform," he pointed out. "I was in the military after all. Sort of."

[arboreal_priestess]

...Almost certainly both.

"Oooh, so it's gonna be a military police arrest?" Verity asked. "Iiiinteresting. Sir, yes sir."

[firstofitskind]

"Well, you know. Finger-breaking. Very serious offense," Liam said solemnly. "Right up there with treason."

[arboreal_priestess]

"Hell, I often get those two confused anyway," Verity said. "...I have so many 'advanced interrogation technique' jokes right now. I think I'm a bad person."

[firstofitskind]

An uncomfortable expression flickered over Liam's face, but it was gone after just a moment, replaced by a smile.

"Nah," he said, lightly. "Just a terrible sense of humor." Leaving aside that it was his own stupid fault for bringing up 'treason' in the first place.