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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“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.

"Shall we go a little later then?" Verity suggested. "Give you something to wear besides that mesh shirt."

Verity very much liked that mesh shirt, okay?

“You’d let me wear that shirt again?” Liam asked hopefully. Verity had pretty solidly claimed it as hers, after all.

"I mean, straight but still fully aware how hot you'd be in it," Verity said, leaning against him. "It would kind of be a crime to not let you wear it."

Liam beamed at Verity, wrapping one arm around her as she leaned in. “Best girlfr- ooh, no. Fiancée.”

God, that was still so great to say.

"Okay, but I will throw down if the island pulls this when we are getting married. There's going to be exactly one bitch in a white dress and it's me," Verity declared, hands on her hips.

And that got a peal of laughter out of Liam. “I promise if the island does this to us on whatever date we pick, I won’t wear a dress.” A beat. “Bet I’d look hot as hell in a tailored suit, anyway.”

"Okay, that's a fair point," Verity said, and started finger-combing Liam's hair, pulling it back away from his face and up into a semi-complicated knot. "And a nice business-like updo? Hot."

Her fingers on his scalp had felt so good, but so did this, familiar and unfamiliar all at once, the feeling of her fingers playing with his hair sending warm tingles down his spine.

"Wouldn't mind trying one on while I'm like this, though," he admitted. "Y'know. Just to see."

"I mean, why not?" Verity asked practically. "Get a couple of outfits that make you feel badass and then you have a wardrobe for the next time Fandom pulls its bullshit."

"Could go real crazy and slip a color or two in there," Liam said dryly, because look, sometimes he could be self-aware.

"Whoa, whoa," Verity said, shaking her head. "Let's not go too crazy here. You show up in colors and how am I going to know which new hot blonde chick on the island is my fiance?"

Liam just smirked and held out a hand, palm-up, mark of the shaqarava plainly visible.

"I won't have any logic sass from you," Verity declared, biting down on Liam's neck.

Not hard, exactly. But firm.

Any retort Liam had was abandoned in favor of a somewhat undignified soft little moan. Looks like that particular erogenous zone had survived the physical transformation.

"You still respond the same," Verity murmured in his ear, surprisingly turned on by the sound.

It was a little higher in pitch, sure, but her body recognized it anyway. And reacted.

"Surprised?" Liam managed. She knew how much he loved being kissed- or bit, apparently- in just that spot.

"Interesting to see what is and isn't the same," Verity said, nipping him there again.

"Mmmm," Liam hummed appreciatively. "Research, huh?"

"Something like that," Verity said, tilting his head to give him a kiss for real.

Research.

From Liam’s perspective, this didn’t feel all that different either, his tongue finding hers as he melted in to that kiss.

Liam's mouth felt a little different if Verity stopped to think about it. His lips fuller and softer, mostly, and their shape was not the same as a result. But everything else? Especially the feelings the kiss evoked, of warmth and love and, yes, even desire?

Entirely the same.

What were lips compared to that?

Nothing was what.

His fingers, too, were the-same-but-different, still long and slim as one hand skimmed along her side, but also smaller.

The nails were longer, leaving gooseflesh trailing up her back.

But the feeling she got when she twined their hands together?

The same, down to the way their hearts seemed to thud in unison.

And that last little lingering tendril of worry Liam had slipped away as their palms met, replaced by the love and affection flowing between them, through them.

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