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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[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.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Just this?" Verity asked, taking his hand and sliding it up to her breast, skittering by a brace of knives. "Because all the times I imagined this, we went a lot further than kissing."

[firstofitskind]

“Not just this,” he confirmed, thumb brushing across where he could feel her nipple beneath the lace of her bra.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Did it involve keeping me half-naked while you kept all your clothes on?" Verity challenged, grinding ever-so-slightly against his leg.

[firstofitskind]

"No," Liam said, voice thick as his hand went gliding back to that knife brace, head dipping down to press a kiss to the skin just above it as he worked to unfasten it.

[arboreal_priestess]

His touch on her skin made her stomach jump, goosebumps racing up and down. She moaned as the knives fell away, raw and erotic sounding. "Then what...what did it involve?" she asked, finding words hard to form.

[firstofitskind]

"I want all your clothes off," Liam said. "Weapons, too. But..." he paused. "I want you to be the one to take them off." Because, yes, he could just do that fancy teleportation-thing again, but where was the fun in that?

And once she was naked, well. Then he'd take care of his own clothing problem.

[arboreal_priestess]

He...he did have hands. He could use. Just sayin.

"Why me?" she asked, her hands straying up to her hair.

Where she pulled out a few long sticks, letting her hair fall.

[firstofitskind]

Oh, he'd be using those hands. To do things like trace his fingers along the line of her jaw. "You always put on such a good show for everyone outside this apartment," he practically purred. "I want one just for me."

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity pushed him away - but only enough so she could turn around, giving him a coy look over her shoulder, her hands coming up to unfasten the back of her bra, black and lacy and only barely there. "Like this?"

[firstofitskind]

"Just like that, yes," he encouraged, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

[arboreal_priestess]

A long, silver chain hung down her back, fastened to a thin, razor-tipped blade at the end. She unfastened that from around her throat and let it puddle to the floor. The bra fell next, leaving her back bare from the waist up, landing with a thump that suggested there was more than fabric hiding there.

And then her hands slid down, down, down to where her underwear rested on her hips. Also black and thin, a filmy whisper of fabric between him and her most secret flesh.