MHA #6, Valentine's Day Evening

[arboreal_priestess]

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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[arboreal_priestess]

Reluctantly, Verity claimed her hand back and shifted to the other side of the couch. "This is the worst," she sulked.

[firstofitskind]

"I can think of several worse things," Liam replied. Mostly because listing them off gave him something to focus on that wasn't those extremely dirty thoughts they'd both been thinking. "Either one of us being sick today, one of us being out of town for whatever reason, me turning in to a cat again," a beat. "Me being replaced by the real Liam Kincaid."

[arboreal_priestess]

"Okay, if you turn into a cat on any major holiday, I swear you will never hear the end of it," Verity informed him.

[firstofitskind]

"... How is that any different from what you do now?"

It had been nearly four months since the last time that had happened, Verity, and you absolutely still gave him shit for it.

[arboreal_priestess]

"But I'll be upset when I do it this time," Verity assured him. "It'll definitely be different."

The doorbell rang and Verity practically went weak-kneed with relief. "Thank fuck."

So classy.

[firstofitskind]

"No, that's after we get the food," Liam retorted, getting up to answer the door.

A couple minutes later, he was back, bag of takeout in hand, which was deposited on the coffee table without much ceremony. Followed by Liam flopping on to the couch once again and pulling Verity back on to his lap.

"Now," he drawled, "Where were we?"

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity shifted around until she was straddling his lap and pulled his face up to hers. "I believe I was about to kiss you silly," she said, voice husky and soft.

[firstofitskind]

"Best get on with it," Liam teased, "Or I might decide we need to pause for dinner after all."

He absolutely would not.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Now there's a threat I'm not willing to risk," Verity said and lowered her mouth to his, tongue flicking over the seam of his lips to demand entry.

[firstofitskind]

Which he happily provided, tongue meeting hers and wrestling for dominance.

[arboreal_priestess]

"I'm John Cena!" Verity yelled and slammed Liam's down onto the mat

She followed up by sliding her hands up his chest, her legs wrapping around his waist, trying to get closer. Still far too many layers between them.

[firstofitskind]

Well, that could be solved readily enough?

His shirt was still only half-buttoned, after all, since he hadn't bothered fixing it after they'd been interrupted by the paella crisis.

[arboreal_priestess]

Stupid paella.

Her hands hastily worked at his buttons, nearly popping them off in her impatience to spread open his shirt and push it at least part way down his shoulders. Once that herculean task was completed, she went back to skimming her fingers over him, feeling the contrast of his soft skin over hard muscle.

Yeah, Verity knew what she was hungry for and it wasn't dinner.

[firstofitskind]

Liam shivered a little as her hands made their way across his chest, his hips arching up beneath her. Not to mention what else in that general area was standing at attention.

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity was quite aware of everything in that general area. In fact, her hips were slowly grinding against him there, moving to a rhythm not unlike the tango.

[firstofitskind]

Liam groaned in to her mouth, joining her in that dance as one hand fumbled desperately at the button on his pants.

[arboreal_priestess]

She slithered in his arms, moving downwards even as she kept clinging to his mouth for as long as she could. Eventually, she was forced to abandon it, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest...and abs...and hips.

[firstofitskind]

And he knew, logically, that she wasn’t going anywhere when her lips left his, but still, he couldn’t help the noise of protest that escaped. A noise that turned in to a plea of “Verity, please...” as she started to work her way downwards.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Please what?" she teased, her lips grazing across his skin with every syllable and her breath warm.

[firstofitskind]

A shiver ran through him at the feel of her breath on his skin. "I want, I need, your mouth, please..." there was not a full sentence in there, not quite, but it was a valiant effort!

[arboreal_priestess]

"Here?" Verity asked, her tongue dragging over his abs.

"Or maybe here?" she suggested, leaving a trail of kisses along his iliac furrow.

"Or were you thinking...here?" She nipped his inner thigh, barely hard enough to turn his skin red.

"Or maybe..." She didn't finish the question. It was rude talking with your mouth full.

[firstofitskind]

Well, if he was being entirely honest, the real answer was 'all of the above'. But yes, he'd absolutely meant that last one; wanting, needing to be surrounded by her.

[arboreal_priestess]

Her hands gripped his thighs and she gracefully slid into a kneeling position in front of him, not missing a stroke. Verity glanced up, meeting his eyes briefly, full of warmth and a gleeful satisfaction.

[firstofitskind]

He grinned back at her, his own expression besotted and adoring as his eyes met hers, hips bucking slightly.

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity moaned, low in her throat, accommodating his movements with an easy shift of her head, her lips wrapped around his length.

She worked him over for another few minutes before pulling away, standing up in front of him. "Think we should move this party?" she asked with bright red lips, "or you wanna stay right here for Round One?"