arboreal_priestess | A Club in Baltimore, Monday Night

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A Club in Baltimore, Monday Night

Between snake cults, dragons, and now singing fish going evil for a lack of participation trophies, it had been awhile since Verity and Liam had had anything resembling a real date. So Verity had skipped out on her shift at the Devil's Nest and headed out to the mainland with him, dressed to kill (both literally and metaphorically), and looking for a good time.

The club they'd ended up at was a lot smaller and quieter, one where they could have dinner the second floor up and actually hear themselves talk. "Oooh, good call," she said as they were led to their table. "Dinner and dancing. It's like you know how to show me a good time."

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His tone of voice made Verity's knees go weak and a deep ache between her thighs. "Yeah," she said, too turned on to be clever. "I'll give you a dance like you've never had."

"You say the sweetest things." It might not have been her most clever quip, sure, but Liam liked the sound of that all the same.

He all but pulled Verity through the crowd and towards the door, Global out and making a call to reserve a room at the Pendry Hotel as soon as they were outside of the club.

It probably would have been easier to make that call if Verity hadn't practically plastered herself on him as soon as they were out of the club, her mouth on his throat and doing her level best to wreck his concentration.

Her contribution was to order them a Lyft, but that was easily done without needing to talk to anyone.

Easier, sure. But far less enjoyable. Now all they had to do was make it all the way to the hotel.

On the bright side, at least their driver wasn't obliged to make awkward small talk during the ride, given that both Liam and Verity were perfectly happy to keep each other busy?

Honestly, it was only the seatbelt and the audience that kept Verity from seeing just how committed Liam was to enforcing Baltimore's indecent exposure laws - and, honestly, more the seatbelt than the audience. Safety trumped modesty every time.

They arrived at the hotel before Verity could be fully tempted to abandoning both and the check-in went smoothly, even considering her refusal to keep her hands to herself. At least they were below the level of the desk?

And then they had their keycard in hand and were alone in the elevator up and screw it, she was pulling him in for a kiss that practically scorched the walls.

Liam let out a pleased moan as Verity pulled him in close, just letting himself get lost in that kiss.

Not so lost that they missed the elevator door opening, of course, though there was a bit of a scramble for the keycard once they reached their hotel door, given that Liam was loath to actually take his hands off Verity.

They made it work, mostly by plastering Verity against the door, her legs wrapped around his thighs, his arms tightly around her and, therefore, close enough to the electronic lock to make it all work.

And by the time the door was closing shut behind them, she'd already managed to get her shirt off and was halfway done with his, too.

So helpful, she was.

There was a trail of clothing discarded on the floor as they made their way to the bed. Weaponry would join it soon enough, but first... Liam was going to take a minute to trail kisses from Verity's mouth, to her jawline, the crook of her neck, her collarbone, the space between her breasts...

Verity was a giver.

And a groaner, arching under Liam's mouth to encourage him to keep exploring wherever he wanted. Her hands slid into his hair, grasping sandy waves in a gentle grip. "Next time we're skipping dinner," she said, voice all breathy and low. "Room service exists for a reason."

Liam's mouth was a little too busy as he worked his way lower to offer anything more than a hum of agreement, but hopefully Verity got the gist of what he was trying to say.

Which was: Yes, absolutely. And also why hadn't they done this before, because not worrying about being interrupted by roommates, be they human or mouse, was amazing.

Verity would never, ever trader her colony of mice for sex, no matter how amazing. But taking a few nights off here and there?

Best. Idea. Ever.

Though the path Liam was taking with his mouth wad enough to knock all thoughts out of her head about anyone other than the guy she was here with and how he managed to make both her body and her heart sing. She wrapped a leg loosely around his waist and gave herself up to the magic of his mouth.

And Liam would never ask her to, naturally; he was quite fond of them himself. But a night every once and a while in a nice hotel on the mainland? Was absolutely going to be a thing from now on.

But that was a discussion for another time. One when his mouth wasn't between her thighs, at any rate.

And she was capable of making coherent words? Probably a good idea, yeah.

Okay, so she was making some words now. Mostly filthy encouragement as his mouth turned her veins to quicksilver. She flailed for his hand, wanting to grab hold of it, to Share just exactly how he was making her body react, so he'd know how good it felt.

Liam's hand found Verity's, and he twined their fingers together as he pressed his palm against hers.

Feedback loops were an amazing thing, really. Because while that aforementioned string of filthly encouragement meant he had a pretty good idea of how much she was enjoying this, it was quite another thing to actually feel it. And knowing how good he was making her feel was one hell of a turn-on.

Good. Because after all the foreplay they'd indulged in tonight, from the flirting at the restaurant all the way to the elevator ride up, Verity wanted Liam to be as turned-on as she was right now. His tongue between her legs was just stoking the fires higher.

"Jesus Christ, Liam..." Verity said and then he touched on something especially sensitive and she sighed out, "I love you," than whatever else she'd intended on saying.

Liam's reply wasn't in words, obviously, but the meaning behind the pulse of emotion and thought he Shared with her was much the same.

I love you. So much.

Verity sat up a little, pushing the hair back from his forehead so she could look at his face - at least, what little of his face she could see. With her free hand, she cupped his cheek and tried to pull him up for a kiss.

"You," she whispered. "I need you."

Liam shimmied up until they were face-to-face again, his tongue teasing her mouth open in search of hers.

Verity gave him a deep, leisurely kiss, her legs wrapping around his waist. In a not-so-leisurely manner, however, her hand was searching for her purse, where she'd cleverly prepared for the evening by stuffing it full of condoms. A lady who always expected the man to be prepared was a lady setting herself up for disappointment, or so sayeth her great-great-grandma Fran.

...Not that she was thinking about any of her ancestors right now. Or much beyond what she needed all those condoms for.

There were a couple condoms stuffed in to the billfold of his wallet, as it happened, but that was currently in the pocket of his jacket which lay in a crumpled heap somewhere between the bed and the door. But Verity's purse was on the nightstand, which was much closer, and the sooner the condom was on, the sooner he could get on with giving Verity what she had asked for.

Had asked for. Was still asking for. Was explaining in detail just how badly she needed it and how good it felt when he gave it to her...

Her hands weren't as skillful as usual, not with his intoxicating kisses, so it took her more time than anticipated to successfully grab a packet from her purse, but soon enough, victory was hers. And for her reward, she was claiming the right to put it on herself - because she was polite and not at all just to get her hands on him, really.

Are you sure Liam wasn't the polite one, generously letting her be the one to put the condom on?

That her taking charge of that meant he was free to continue kissing every inch of her skin that was within reach of his mouth while she did so was just a bonus, really.

They were just polite together, which was absolutely a real thing that multiple people thought, yup.

And Verity didn't have to drag the process out for as long as she did, but you know. It was important the condom was seated correctly and that everything was just so. All of which was assured by copious amounts of touching and stroking.

Of course.

If Liam just happened to end up making noise while she prepped him, that was clearly just a happy coincidence.

Hey now! There were totally people who thought the pair of them were polite and-

Okay. Maybe not.

The noises in question that Liam was making were anything but polite. Enthusiastic, yes. But polite? Not so much.

Good. This wasn't the time or the place for polite. But enthusiasm? Oh yes, this was definitely both the time and place for that.

"You ready?" she teased, like she hadn't been drawing out groans and gasps out of him for the last few minutes.

A Club in Baltimore, Monday Night

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