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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"Well, yeah," Liam said, and now it was his turn to run a hand through her hair as he spoke. "I didn't grow up in a body the way you did. And- genetic memory, remember?"

He'd been about to say that he had all his mother's memories, but that felt, uh. Weird to bring up right now. Considering.

They were wearing way too few clothes to be referring to anyone's mother.

"That's fair," Verity said. "I just - it would make more sense if I were freaking out about bodies, exactly."

He'd kind of assumed that was the 'this' she'd meant, oops.

"So what's the part that does freak you out? Because if it's 'trying something unfamiliar' need I remind you of how I turned non-corporeal the first time we tried to go any further than kissing?"

It was and it wasn't. It was all complicated. Why were bodies (and gender and sexuality) so complicated?

Verity had to chuckle at the memory. "Fair enough," she said. "...I kinda feel like I did when the kids first showed up."

"And you worked through that," Liam reminded her. To the point that seeing them off this year had hurt in a way neither of them had exactly been expecting. "Just took you some time to process."

He tilted her face back towards his for a slow, gentle kiss. "And as curious as I am, I'm not interested in pushing you towards anything you're not ready for."

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"I know you wouldn't," Verity assured him. "I just...I'm uncertain and I'm mad at myself for being uncertain. Because you're you no matter what--"

She stopped as she realized that she'd finally hit at the core of what was bothering her. "You're you. And I told you that so long as you were you, I'd never falter. But here, I'm stumbling, at least, and it's over such a stupid thing." She laughed, shaking her head.

"It's not stupid," Liam said, shaking his head. Because even if he didn't really understand why it mattered, it was clear that it did.

"We'll go as far as you're comfortable with," Liam said. "I'll follow your lead." Which was not at all different from how they usually did things. Hell, it was the way Liam preferred it, and Verity knew it.

She smiled at that. "You know full well we'd be doing that anyway," she said.

"See?" he grinned. "Another thing that's stayed the same."

"You know, as if I needed more proof that you really are you," Verity teased.

Mind made up, she turned to Liam and deliberately kissed him, slow and deep.

A noise of appreciation escaped from deep in Liam's throat as Verity's tongue met his.

Verity pulled him down, backwards onto the bed, her arms curling around his neck.

Liam went down with her willingly, letting out a little gasp of surprise as breasts - or more specifically, nipples- brushed against the fabric of the shirt Verity was wearing.

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Verity whimpered and arched, bringing her chest back in contact because, yeah, that had been electric.

'Electric' was a damned good word for it, tingling along sensitive nerve endings as he ground against her.

Verity leaned back to pull her shirt off, then reached out to clasp Liam's hand. The more she grounded herself in sensation, in him<\i>, the better.

And for all that his outer self had changed, the part of himself that he Shared with her as their hands joined together... that was still very much the same. Love, desire, the sense of- belonging, fitting together in a way that transcended the physical.

And that was the part that Verity needed right now. A more than physical reminder of the bonds they shared. And feeling him that way - well, what did it matter, then, what form he wore or how dumb she'd feel if she fumbled or failed?

This was Liam, the person whose heart she'd fallen for, not just his body.

Her next kiss was filled with hunger

Another moan from Liam as he responded, and the kiss also elicited something tingling and... warm? Deep within the core of himself. Desire thrummed through him, god, he wanted her, wanted whatever she was willing to try, didn't much care if there were fumbles or failures because hadn't there been those when they'd first been learning each other's bodies last year? He just wanted to experience all of this with her.

Verity didn't take to failure well. He knew that. But Liam--Liam was someone she could e vulnerable with.

Someone she could fail in front of.

That realization was almost as heady as his mouth on hers, his hands, more slender and delicate than normal clasped with hers.

She slid her leg between his thighs.

A move which was very much not a failure, judging by the surprised gasp he let out at the sudden feeling of pressure there. Or the way his hips bucked against her in an effort to increase said pressure.

Okay and Verity couldn't help but smirk a bit at that. "You like that?" she crooned.

“Yeah-huh.” And if his voice sounded a little needy, a little desperate, well. It was because he was. “Feels good.” Very articulate, Kincaid.

"Gonna get yourself off just like that?" she asked, dipping her head down to press a soft kiss on one of his breasts, right over the nipple.

“Might,” he admitted with a gasp, hand not clasped with hers clutching at the sheets.

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