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]

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.

[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.