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]

"... Why would he require comfort?" Liam wondered, momentarily distracted from their argument. Steven was the one tragically pining for someone who didn't love him, after all.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Because of the situation he finds himself in, obviously!" Verity pointed out.

Which was not wording that could be misconstrued at all.

[firstofitskind]

Liam gasped, recoiling back as if he had been struck. "He is aware of Steven's true feelings!" he realized, horrified as to what this would mean for his dear, dear friend. "And he does not return them!" Surely, that meant their sham of a marriage was doomed to fall apart, poor, tragic Steven cast aside for someone more suitable.

[arboreal_priestess]

"What?" Verity gasped back. Steven's true feelings? She was so horror stuck that she missed the rest of what Liam had said.

Oh poor, poor Tony! To discover that he'd been right all along, and that Steven truly didn't care for him? Surely, that meant their sham of a marriage was doomed to fall apart; poor, lonely Tony cast aside for someone more suitable.

[firstofitskind]

"You heard what I said!" Liam snapped. No, Liam, she hadn't, actually. Not all of it, anyway.

[arboreal_priestess]

"And you couldn't even wait until the marriage bed had gone cold before trying to get in with Steve?" Verity asked. "I can't believe that. Wait, no, I absolutely can!"

[firstofitskind]

“That is not- no,” Liam shook his head. “There is no point. No matter what I say, you will not believe me.”

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity scoffed. "Oh, I'm sorry, is the incredibly overpowered super-alien all sad because there is one person on earth who isn't as obsessed with his ego as he is?"

[firstofitskind]

"There is certainly more than one," Liam huffed. "After all, it is not just Taelon assassins you have been hired to protect me from."

Liam. Perhaps now is not the time to be a pedantic smart-ass?

[arboreal_priestess]

"Wow, that pendant streak is so attractive." Verity rolled her eyes. "I can't imagine why I haven't just thrown myself at your feet, begging you to take me."

[firstofitskind]

"Because that would require you to feel something," Liam retorted. "And not just fake it as part of your 'cover'."

[arboreal_priestess]

"And here I figured you'd be used to women faking when you were around," Verity said, her smile sharp as her knives.

[firstofitskind]

“Why would- oh. I see. You do think yourself quite clever, do you not?” he asked, smirk playing about his lips.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Only compared to some," Verity said, with a sweet smile and a flutter of her eyelashes.

[firstofitskind]

“Then as clever as you are, you must also be in possession of keen powers of observation?” he pressed.

[arboreal_priestess]

"You know, you're right," Verity said, too smug to see the trap yawning under her feet. "And yet I'm still not seeing anything of you that's worth my--"

[firstofitskind]

He’d meant to ask her something else, something that might perhaps wipe that smug look from her face, when he was struck with the sudden irrepressible urge to kiss her.

... Well, at least the end result would likely be the same, if not in the manner he’d originally intended?

[arboreal_priestess]

She was silent, that was for damn sure. And her expression no longer smug.

Her hand which was coming up to wrap in his shirt...well, it did that. But more to cling than threaten.

[firstofitskind]

A pleased moan bubbled up from deep in his throat as his tongue found hers. Liam- this Liam, at least- had never kissed anyone before, and so he wasn’t quite prepared for the onslaught of new sensations.

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity's moan echoed his, one arm twining around his neck to anchor his face to hers, just in case he was thinking about going anywhere. Her body was pressed against his, lean and taut, barely a breath of space between them.

Fuck he felt good there.

[firstofitskind]

Did ‘twisting so he could push her up against the closed door’ count as going anywhere? Because that’s what he was doing right now.

[arboreal_priestess]

Oh. No, no it didn't. Because Verity suddenly absolutely wanted him to be doing that. His body pressed against hers, leaving her skin tingling all over. She groaned, her leg coming up to wrap around him like the dancer that was her professional Spy/Bodyguard cover.

[firstofitskind]

This was new, this was all new, and so Liam didn't quite understand how at the same time it could feel so right, like this was where he belonged, kissing her.

One hand ran up her side, against the fabric of her dress, and he frowned as it did so. This just wouldn't do. A casual flick of that same hand and the dress was suddenly laid across the back of the couch.

[arboreal_priestess]

She was still in her underwear though, a mix of lacy lingerie and weapons hidden all over her. And fuck if this wasn't hot, too, mosty-naked, pressed against Liam who was still fully dressed, like he was the one calling the shots.

An interesting change in their usual dynamic. It shouldn't have made her weak in the knees.

It did.

[firstofitskind]

“You’ve no idea how long I have wanted to do this to you,” Liam murmured against her lips.

You could tell it was a big deal because he’d actually used a contraction in that sentence.