MHA #6 Saturday Night

[arboreal_priestess]

The party at the Stark's estate - a sentence that only made sense this weekend - had been lovely, save for one thing: her supposed fiancé, who had gone out of her way to frustrate and annoy her all night. Not that she was surprised by this. Liam had been frustrating in every sense of the word since this whole fake-relationship-secret-bodyguard assignment had began!

Frustrating in every sense, yes. Even especially that one.

Not that Verity was thinking about that right now. Not with the high dudgeon she was in as she slammed into their apartment-slash-safehouse, her professional Spy/Bodyguard patience taxed to the limit. "I can't believe you were so irresponsible at the party!" she fumed, kicking off her high heels - which could double as knives somehow, don't ask - as soon as the door was closed behind them. "I mean, no. I can absolutely believe it! That's just classic you! But still! Why don't you just put up a beacon to all the assassins out there searching for you? 'Here I am, come stab me'!"

[For the fake fiancé, and preemptively calling it NSFW as we get a little Slap Slap Kiss action.]

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[firstofitskind]

A shiver ran through Liam as he pressed himself against her, his hands echoing the way hers slid down her sides, fingers dipping under the elastic of that thin black fabric, ghosting against her skin. "Perfect," he murmured. "Almost there."

[arboreal_priestess]

Her hands lingered on the hem, but didn't push them down. "And then what happens?" she asked, voice husky.

[firstofitskind]

"Then... I take you to my room," Liam told her. "And my bed."

[arboreal_priestess]

"You've got a lot of internet hype to live up to," Verity murmured. "Fantasies, too."

And then her underwear were gone.

[firstofitskind]

“Then I shall endeavor to do so,” Liam told her, his voice full of promise. “Turn around, let me look at you.”

That she had fantasized about him, just as he had about her, sent a jolt of pleasure through him, right to his groin.

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity turned around slowly, letting him look his fill as she removed the last few weapons she had hidden on her. And then she stood there, hands resting on her hips. "Like what you see?" she asked, eyebrow up.

[firstofitskind]

"Very much so," Liam said, one hand reaching out to cup her cheek and bring her in for another kiss, literal sparks dancing from his fingertips as they brushed across her skin. "You are not the only one with fantasies, you know," he murmured against her lips.

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity would be lying - even more than she usually did as a Professional Spy/Bodyguard - if she said she hadn't been wondering about that; hadn't been a little worried about that.

"Show me," she said, her whole body primed for attention.