arboreal_priestess | MHA #6, Valentine's Day Evening

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MHA #6, Valentine's Day Evening

It was Valentine's Day and while it wasn't their first Valentine's Day together, the last one had still been early enough on that neither of them had really known what they were doing. As a couple. This time, however, 'I love you's' had been exchanged and so had keys, he'd met her family, he hadn't run screaming from her family, and he'd even rescued her from a snake cult. Those were a lot of relationship milestones right there, even if some were Price-exclusive.

So tonight she'd sent the mice off to gorge on cake and cheese in their closet in the spare room, turned the lights to dim, turned some slow music on, and started cooking dinner. The one flaw in her holiday plans so far was that she'd naively assumed that 'an ability to cook basic food' meant that she was fully qualified to cook elaborate romantic meals.

She was vastly learning that this was in error.

"What? Emulsify? I've got a spatula and a slotted spoon, how the hell am I supposed to do that?!"

[For the boyfriend!]

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Verity moaned, wrapping both legs back around him this time. "You sure...you're gonna be able to stop?" she asked as she rocked against him, whole body alight.

"... No," he admitted, breath ghosting across her nipple. "But we've got all night."

"Oooh, I like that even better," Verity said, her hands carding through his hair. "Gonna be a long evening then?"

"Mmm," Liam confirmed. "Maybe it's a good thing we skipped dinner after all. Give us more time to fit everything in."

"You got plenty you need to fit in as it is," Verity said, leering at him.

Because yes, mid-coitus was the perfect time for a dirty joke.

Sure it was! ... If you were these two.

"So far so good," Liam reported, shifting slightly so he could lean up to kiss her because really, how could he not when she was leering all suggestively at him?

It was a moral imperative, really.

She smiled up at him when he finally pulled away, rolling her hips under his. "Liam," she murmured. "Don't stop. Not till I'm screaming your name."

That smile of hers made his heart flutter, even as his movements increased in their intensity. Far be it for him to ignore a directive like that, after all.

Never let it be said that Liam couldn't take instruction well. When he set himself to a task he worked at it until completion - which was exactly what Verity found with him after several long minutes of that intense attention he was paying her.

She didn't come with a scream, no, but a long, frantic cry of his name.

And if seeing her smile made his heart flutter, hearing her say his name in that tone, drawing out the vowels just so, had an altogether different effect. He was teetering on the brink himself, but promise of multiple rounds or no, eventually his curiosity won out, and he found himself pulling out, reining himself back in.

Well, he was going to need to give her a few minutes, trying to get her breathing to calm, her hectic flush to fade. "Oh god," she whispered. "You."

A few minutes he could do. Probably.

“Never let it be said I can’t follow orders,” he murmured, shifting positions so that he could lay beside her, trailing lazy kisses across her skin between words.

"Now I almost regret mentioning it," Verity said, casting a lazy eye over him. "You look so good...it's all I can do not to straddle your hips and see if I can't come again."

Wasn't often that happened, but wouldn't be the first time.

"Your call," Liam said, grinning. "M'yours to do as you please."

"It's like my birthday came early," Verity murmured, bending down to kiss him again, her hand straying down to him to...play. Just a bit. "But no..." she said, a few moments later, drawing her hand away again. "I wanna see your face."

She rolled over on the bed, the movement sparking languid protest from her body which was quite sated and happy just where it was, thank you very much, and reached under the bed - you're welcome for the view, Liam - pulling out a decent-sized gift, all wrapped up and tidy.

Liam made a token noise of protest as she pulled her hand away, but then she was bending over the edge of the bed and he was shifting so that he lay on his side, one hand propping up his head as he watched.

And then- oooh, present. Wrapped and everything. Would that ever stop being a novelty? Not anytime soon, that's for sure.

"Happy Valentine's Day," she said, handing it over to him. "Hope you like it."

It had been...kind of a risk, considering they'd never really discussed it. But from certain things he'd said...certain things he'd responded to...Verity was pretty sure she'd read him right.

Liam unwrapped the package with careful precision, setting the paper aside with a strange amount of care for someone who'd tossed clothes on the floor haphazardly not too long ago.

He lifted the lid off the box, peered at what was inside, and then let out a soft: "Oh," as he realized what he was holding, a shy little smile lighting his features as he looked back up at her. "We should absolutely give this a try," he decided.

Verity lit up, glad that she'd chosen correctly. "Why don't I get this situated," she said, leaning in to kiss him as she removed the toy from its box. "And then we can see just what happens, huh?"

It took some experimentation, mostly because Verity’s narrative was right, they hadn’t discussed this before, but the end result was that it was overall a fantastic success. And so now it was Liam’s turn to sprawl, boneless and satisfied, as he waited for his breathing to return to normal.

“Good god, I love you,” he managed finally.

"Hmmm, I know," Verity said smugly, setting everything aside to be cleaned later in favor of curling up on his chest. "You were very fervent and vocal about it earlier."

Yeah, cleanup could wait for a bit. Liam wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Had to be sure you knew how I felt, is all.”

"So, just in case I'm not entiiiiirely clear," Verity teased, "...I did good?"

“I didn’t reallt know what to expect,” Liam admitted. “But I’d say you knocked it out of the park.” Ooh, sports metaphors,

The girl at the store had offered a lot of suggestions, too; apparently Verity would have to go back and thank her for them.

"Then I'll add it to the repertoire?" she asked, holding her face up for another kiss.

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