MHA #6, Wednesday Afternoon

[arboreal_priestess]

They hadn't gotten home until almost dawn yesterday morning, trying to plan for the Covenant and what they could do to keep Baltimore safe from them. And Verity, more dispirited than she was willing to let on, had just fallen facefirst into their--her bed the moment they'd gotten into the bedroom, barely taking the time to kick off her shoes and remove her holster.

Even now, it was afternoon and she was struggling against waking up. Liam was a warm presence beside her, offering comfort just by being there. What would she be doing now if she didn't have him, she wondered? Trying to bring people together all by herself? No one to hold her when it all got to be a bit too much? It was bad enough those rare nights he went back to his place and she didn't follow along; imagining not having him at all was...awful.

Without saying anything, she rolled over on her side and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his side.

[For the modded one, please!]

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[arboreal_priestess]

"After breakfast," Verity agreed. "You can take the extra time to convince me to get rid of this fine piece of furniture here."

She patted the table gently and it wobbled like seasick jello.

[firstofitskind]

"This 'fine piece of furniture' is clearly more than ready to be put out to pasture," Liam said, shaking his head. "It's barely holding up." Literally.

[arboreal_priestess]

"The duct tape adds to the charm," Verity declared stubbornly.

And erroneously.

[firstofitskind]

"Okay," Liam said, changing gears. "So if we ever follow through on those plans to have sex on the kitchen table, and we kill it, that would be very tragic, don't you think?"

[arboreal_priestess]

...He had a point. Mostly about having sex in the kitchen.

"We could use the counters?" she suggested.

Honestly, she was ready to get rid of the table just as soon as they got a replacement, but until then, this was funny.

[firstofitskind]

"I mean, yes, absolutely, but it's not the same," Liam replied, shaking his head.

[arboreal_priestess]

"I could ride you on a dining room chair," she offered.

Okay, this was another fun game, good to know.

[firstofitskind]

"You're right and you should say it," Liam nodded.

[arboreal_priestess]

"I'm right and we should do it," Verity countered.

But maybe after they moved some of his stuff in. And possibly after replacing the chairs, too.

[firstofitskind]

"Christen every piece of furniture in the place?" Liam said. "Yeah. I can get behind that."

[arboreal_priestess]

"Rechristen, in some cases," Verity agreed. "It's different cause you live here now."

[firstofitskind]

"Makes sense," Liam nodded. And then a thought occurred to him: "I suppose we should tell the mice, too."

[arboreal_priestess]

"I nominate you," Verity said immediately.

Not unlike an asshole.

[firstofitskind]

"Way to throw me under the bus," Liam retorted, reaching out to poke her shoulder playfully.

[arboreal_priestess]

"You live here now, that means the mice are half your responsibility, too," Verity said, trying to sell that as hard as possible.

[firstofitskind]

... Lets be real, he'd considered them 'half his responsibility' for a long time now.

"Okay, but you get to tell them we're putting some of my stuff in their room," he retorted.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Fine," Verity said. "I'll do that while they're celebrating, gorged on cheese and cake."

[firstofitskind]

"Chicken," Liam teased, shaking his head at her as he finished the last of his breakfast.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Don't be mean just because I have strategy on my side," Verity said, rinsing out her mug in the sink. "Jealous isn't a good color on you."

[firstofitskind]

“I thought we were supposed to be a team, anyway,” Liam retorted, bringing the rest of the dishes to the sink and then moving to wrap his arms around her from behind. This, the back-and-forth, the working in the kitchen, the cleanup after, it all felt... comfortable. Domestic. Right.

[arboreal_priestess]

"We are a team," Verity said, smiling up at him. "Just sometimes, our team motto is 'every man for himself.'"

And it just so happened that those times corresponded to dealing with excited mice. Weirdly.

[firstofitskind]

“Ugh,” Liam said in mock-frustration. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he continued, shaking his head.

[arboreal_priestess]

"No," Verity said with a smile. "I'm lucky I'm yours." Right now, it seemed like it was the only thing going right for her lately. "C'mon. We can worry about who's telling the mice later. Let's go see about making this our place."