A Club in Baltimore, Monday Night

[arboreal_priestess]

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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[arboreal_priestess]

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

[firstofitskind]

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."

[arboreal_priestess]

"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."

[firstofitskind]

"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.