arboreal_priestess | 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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firstofitskind

Verity's demand was met with enthusiasm, a pleased moan escaping as his back hit the wall and his tongue found hers.

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arboreal_priestess

In the kitchen a small timer dinged, letting her know that it was time to take the food out of the oven. Verity missed it entirely, her hands busy with the front of Liam's shirt as he thoroughly claimed her mouth with his tongue.

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firstofitskind

And not being the one preparing dinner, the timer wasn't even on Liam's radar. Caught up in kissing, and the feel of her hands as she undid the buttons on his shirt, he also missed it entirely.

Oops.

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arboreal_priestess

Verity sighed, deep in her throat and pressed closer to him, hands splayed out under his shirt, pushing herself against him.

This was going to be fine.

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firstofitskind

Totally fine.

Liam ground his hips against hers, his own hands finding the strings to that frilly little apron she was wearing. Contemplating tugging them undone.

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arboreal_priestess

Well, her hands were working at his belt now, so, really, why hold back? Especially not after she wrapped her leg around his thigh and ground against him.

Hmm. Did he smell anything?

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firstofitskind

As it happened, Liam had finally ended the kiss out of a need to, well, come up for air. He tilted his head down slightly to place a kiss in the crook of her neck, breathing in the scent of her as he did so. Only-

"... Do you smell that?"

He wasn't talking about her body wash, for the record.

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arboreal_priestess

Verity nuzzled his neck. "Mmmm, is that a..."

Wait.

She pulled away from him to wail, "The paella!" and sprinted back into the kitchen. A waft of smoke greeted her entrance there, just as the smoke alarm started to beep and the sprinklers went off.

Welp. At least the kitchen was most definitely not on fire.

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firstofitskind

He'd been given strict instructions to stay out of the kitchen, true, but he figured a smoke alarm kind of put that directive on hold, and so followed her in.

"Sorry," he said, sounding kind of sheepish as he scrubbed a hand through his hair. "I shouldn't have distracted you." As thoroughly enjoyable as that distraction had been.

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arboreal_priestess

Verity stood in the middle of the kitchen, soaking wet in a puddle, mascara running, cute clothes soaked, and the paella a soggy ruin.

"My paella," she repeated, mournfully.

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firstofitskind

"Oh, babe," Liam said with a sigh as he took in the sight of her, the kitchen, and the ex-paella.

"C'mere," he said, gesturing from the doorway, arms wide open to wrap her in a hug.

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arboreal_priestess

She squelched her way over to Liam, sniffling against his chest. "The whole dinner is ruined."

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firstofitskind

Looking back on this later, they might find something to laugh about, but right now? All Liam cared about was making sure the rest of the night went smoothly. "Yeah," he agreed. "But the night isn't."

He pressed a kiss to her temple. "Go dry off and get changed," he told her. "I'll clean up in here."

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arboreal_priestess

Verity sniffled again, nodding, and tossed the paella in the trash. And also the pan, as the paella was horridly burned and stuck to it.

"Gotta dry off my weapons," Verity said and slunk, more than a little embarrassed, into her room.

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firstofitskind

Liam got to work tidying up the kitchen, putting away the dishes, wiping down the counters, and mopping up the floor.

A rush of fondness spread through him as he did so, because yeah, it was a mess, and hadn't at all turned out the way Verity had wanted, but she'd still done so much work to make something special for them, for him. God, he loved her so much.

Cleanup done, he made his way over to the bedroom, rapping lightly on the door. "You decent?" he called out.

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arboreal_priestess

"Yeah," Verity called. "Come in."

The Verity that was waiting for him in the bedroom was not the Verity that had greeted him from the kitchen. She was sitting on ~~their~~ her bed, oiling one of her knives that had gotten wet. Her hair was pulled back, her makeup was gone, and she was in a tank and a pair of sweatpants.

"Hey," she said, looking up at him.

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firstofitskind

Still gorgeous, in his opinion. He went to sit next to her, bumping their shoulders together lightly.

Not saying anything just yet, just enjoying being in the same space with her for a moment.

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arboreal_priestess

She finished oiling her last knife and set it down next to the rest of them on the mattress. "Sorry about dinner," she said with a sigh, leaning into him.

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firstofitskind

"I'm sorry too," he replied, one hand reaching up to idly play with her hair. "Looked liked you'd worked really hard on it."

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arboreal_priestess

"I did," Verity sulked. "Paella is hard and stupid and we're never eating it again."

Wait...

"I am never making it again," she corrected.

More accurate.

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firstofitskind

"Sounds fair," Liam agreed. "Though I wouldn't object if you wanted to try cooking something nice again sometime." Not tonight, though. And... maybe just one dish rather than an entire multiple-course meal.

"For tonight, though, wanna go take a look at the takeout menus and see what appeals?" he asked.

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arboreal_priestess

Verity sighed and nodded. "Yeah," she said with a sigh. "Even if we wanted to scrape salad off the floor, the water ruined it. Anything appeal to you?"