firstofitskind | MHA #6, Monday Morning

MHA #6, Monday Morning

After a couple of weird and busy weekends, in that order, it had been nice to have one that was just... normal. As normal as Fandom ever gets, anyway. So, you know. Nice, normal weekend, and hopefully a nice, normal week following it...

The weird thing, though, was that Liam was sleeping in. Really sleeping in, and not his usual "woke up and went for a run and then crawled back into bed to snuggle" or "woke up and read for a few hours", either. Genuine, honest-to-god, asleep sleeping in. Which was definitely the first clue that something was amiss, because that only ever happened on those weekends. You know the ones.

Except this was a Monday. And everyone knew the weird shit didn't happen on Mondays (unless the island was hopping through various alternate realities, of course.). So Liam could possibly be forgiven for not having any idea that anything was strange just yet, sleepily reaching for Verity to pull her in closer.

[ooc: for the girl. you know the one. and soooo much SP because work is a butt.]

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“You’re, uh. You’re not into girls.” Not that he was one, he just looked like one, and it was probably only for a day or two ~~or four~~ besides.

Verity had to pause to blink at Liam for a minute. Of all the things for him to be concerned about, this hadn't actually crossed her mind.

"I mean, umm, no?" she stumbled. "I'm not? Not usually anyway. You worried about this affecting us?"

“Little bit,” Liam muttered. There was, of course, much more to their relationship than their sex life, but... he liked their sex life!

Verity sat back, considering this. "Look, I've never been attracted to women," she said finally. "But you're still Liam. I mean, I'm not about to fling myself at you right now begging you to take me, but a good chunk of that is just, like, this whole thing."

She was a little thrown by all of it, to say the least.

"Doesn't mean I'm not willing to try?"

Liam was... less thrown than he possibly should be, about waking up with a new body? Though maybe the fact that his mind was still the same was what made the difference. This body still felt like his, like he belonged in it, it was just... different.

"Okay," he said, with a deep breath, the anxiety that had been curling in the pit of his stomach disappating a little. "So, um. About that tea, then?" he asked hopefully.

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Verity smiled at him, leaning in to give him a kiss, right on his pouty, girly lips. "Stay right here," she said. "I'll be back just as soon as I can dunk the bag in."

Which wasn't how he made his tea at all but damn if she wasn't going to tease him a bit now that she knew he wasn't about to fall into a crisis.

Well, the crisis had been pretty neatly averted (except maybe Liam wishing that kiss had gone on a bit longer), but there kind of was a new one now.

"Don't you dare!" he called out as she swanned out of the room.

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"I'll just let it steep for, what? Ten minutes?" Verity called over her shoulder.

She filled the kettle and put it on to boil and then decided that waking up in the wrong body - even while seemingly okay with it - deserved breakfast in bed. Real breakfast, even. Verity grabbed a few of the eggs in the fridge (her fridge had eggs in it! And they were fresh! Still something to marvel at) and pulled out the pan to cook them up just the way Liam liked.

The tea had just about finished steeping by the time the eggs were done and so it was with plate and teacup in hand that Verity returned to the bedroom. "Chinese fajitas for breakfast!" she announced.

Verity Alice Price, you utter troll. Liam, who had maybe been taking the time alone in the bedroom to do things like gently cup first one breast, then the other, and mentally categorize how it felt when attached to himself as opposed to someone else, looked up at her in horror.

"Please tell me you're joking," he demanded. Goddamnit, he'd worked so hard to banish that abomination from their household!

"I scrambled some eggs to put into it!" Verity protested. "So it's a proper breakfast burrito! But with noodles and some extra stuff!"

Which was when she set the plate of eggs - just eggs, no Chinese leftovers or fajitas in sight - down in front of him with a grin that could only be referred to as 'shit-eating.'

So "I hate you" were absolutely the words that Liam uttered in response. But the tone he said them in, and the expression on his face? Very much the opposite. "C'mere," he added, patting the spot next to him. Because if one was going to have breakfast in bed, it absolutely ought to come with a side of snuggles.

Verity was already laughing even before he declared he hated her, bending down to steal another giggly kiss without even thinking. And it wasn't until she pulled away, a long moment later, that she remembered that she'd been kissing a feminine mouth, rather than a masculine one.

The important thing was that it was Liam, after all.

It took Liam a moment to remember too, because that kiss was the same kiss that had started many a morning in their household. "So?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. "Weird?"

"Only when I think about it afterwards," Verity said, settling next to him. Her tone was thoughtful, not condemning. "And even then, it's more about how weird it isn't that's most of the weird that it is, you know?"

...Probably not. What the hell kind of sentence was that, Price?

"I get it, I think," Liam mused. "Like, it was... startling. To wake up like this. But it doesn't feel wrong, exactly," he admitted. "Not like..." Not like having Robert's memories rattling around in his skull, nightmares that left him terrified that his thoughts weren't really his own.

"It's still you, no matter what you look like."

And after a summer where that wasn't true, it was kind of hard to get all excited over a change that was purely physical.

"I promise I'm not about to go flying off into the woods," Liam said. And look, he was even making a dumb joke about one of the worst points of the summer, in his experience! That was progress. "But maybe it's a little weird that I'm not weirded out by it?"

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Verity nodded. "I would have put money on you waking up and freaking out," she said. "Maybe because I did? Or maybe just because I'd figure it was one change too many? But then, I figured I'd be more weirded out by this, too."

She wasn't ready to push Liam down and ravish him, but she wasn't having any kind of heterosexual freakout either.

The lack of ravishing was unfortunate, but maybe they could work up to that? There was a not-insignificant part of Liam that hoped so, anyway.

"And it's not like the times we were kids, either," where he'd also arguably been himself. But those experiences had definitely been unsettling. Definitely fun, at times, but underneath it had been this feeling that something hadn't been right.

Hell, Verity hadn't even had coffee yet. This was all going remarkably well for a reaction without her caffeine hit.

Afterwards, who knew?

But still, even if she couldn't offer hot'n'heavy makeouts right now, she could give her boyfriend the other thing he loved a lot. She slid her hand up into his hair - longer than hers right now - and started massaging his scalp. "Just remember, it'll probably be a little weirder when you start moving around," she warned. "So don't go too fast, okay? I speak from experience."

Liam let out a contented noise, somewhere between a sigh and a moan, that was probably also supposed to be a signal of agreement.

“Love you,” he mumbled around a mouthful of eggs. “So you know.”

"Even though I troll you before breakfast?" Verity teased, using her nails to really give him a good scalp rub.

"Even so," Liam agreed, eyes half-closing as he just... let himself enjoy this.

Verity kissed him again - his forehead this time. But again, not because girl, but because he was eating. "We're going to have to get you clothes, you know," she pointed out. "You're not going to fit into any of mine, you Amazon."

Was Verity pouting? Verity was pouting.

“Oh!” Liam grinned. “Hey, yeah, you’re right.” A beat. “I didn’t mean it like that...” it was the ‘going clothes shopping’ part that had piqued his interest more than the ‘still taller than Verity’ part.

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