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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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.

"What do you think?" Liam teased back, huffing out a breathy laugh as he did so.

"I think you should prove it," Verity said, leaning in for another kiss. "And take me," she added, lips grazing over his.

Well, with an invitation like that, who was he to refuse?

Which was circling right on back to the 'polite' thing, wasn't it?

Liam deepened the kiss as he brought their hips together, lowering himself in to her.

Verity sighed his name as he entered her, fingers pressing into his back and her legs coming up to wrap around him.

"This might be my favorite dance of all," she moaned.

"Mmm," Liam hummed in agreement. "M'glad you picked me as your partner."

"That was mostly the mistletoe," Verity said, laughing a bit until he shifted back into her and she was groaning instead.

God, but he loved that laugh. And the feeling of being inside her. And... everything about this moment, really.

"Could've just- just kissed me on the cheek," he said, tilting his head slightly to kiss hers, "and left it at that."

"Where's the fun in that?" she asked, arching under him to feel him slide deeper. "Much better to kiss you once and make you--" She whimpered. "Mine."

"Yours," he agreed. And now it was his turn to fumble for one of her hands as they continued to move together in this particular dance.

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