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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And that was...different than she'd been expecting. Less weird. Less...anything to freak out about. "Hmmm?" she said, raising an eyebrow at him.

And smirking.

“You’re not doing a terribly good job of convincing me to get up and make you breakfast,” Liam pointed out.

Not a complaint.

"I mean, if you stay here, I'm just going to put you to work some other way," Verity teased.

Sort of teased. Look, it had been a very unselfish morning for her. Tea, breakfast, orgasms...It wound a girl up.

“Mmm,” Liam hummed, looking over at her thoughtfully. “Your choice, then: am I getting you off before breakfast, or after?”

"Your use of 'or' hurts my feelings," Verity decided. "But it really depends on how long you wanna stay in bed. If you get up now...then after. If you wanna stay in bed a little while longer, definitely before."

"Breakfast first," Liam decided, sitting up.

And pausing as he sidled over to get out a fresh pair of boxers from the drawer as it occurred to him that there was a lot more to his chest than usual. Cooking shirtless might be kind of awkward, with those in the way. Huh.

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"You're going to need a tee," Verity said, watching him glance down at his chest. "Trust me on this. It's cool, though. The tanktop-and-panty look is cute. And safe."

"I know how cute that look is, thanks," Liam retorted with a smirk in Verity's direction. "I just never considered how it'd look on myself," he added, as he pulled on a t-shirt.

That whole bra thing would have to wait until they went shopping, he decided. Because first... "What do you want for breakfast?" he asked.

He'd been thinking French toast, originally, because they were adults who could do French toast on weekdays if they wanted to.

"Surprise me?" Verity suggested. "Look, I used what little pre-coffee brain I have making sure you came, like, one hundred times or something."

Look how smug she was about that, Liam. Just look at her.

Liam grinned, leaning down to kiss that adorably smug face. "I know, and I love you for it. One surprise breakfast, coming up."

Verity snuggled down into the blankets, a bright grin on her face. "I love this," she said. "All of this, not just the breakfast."

Beat.

"But also the breakfast."

"Breakfast in bed, round two," Liam said cheerfully as he made his way out of the room. "Coming right up."

And then returned a few minutes later with a plate of French toast and a mug of coffee, which he passed over to Verity as he slid back into bed next to her.

"Ooooh, gimme," Verity said, making grabby hands for the coffee and the plate both. Which was a compliment, as Liam knew, since usually she just dove at the coffee. "Lookit you, spoiling me."

"It's breakfast," Liam scoffed. You know, like he made most mornings? Even the in-bed part wasn't that unusual. Still, his tone was fond even as he tried to deny the 'spoiling' part.

"You don't always make French toast for breakfast," Verity mumbled, around a mouthful of breakfast.

"If I did, you'd get bored of French toast," Liam declared, shaking his head. "Can't have that."

... Because French toast was still relatively new to his experience and he wanted to keep it in the breakfast rotation. Shh.

"You could alternate with this and pancakes?" Verity suggested.

Look, breakfast was the best time to indulge your inner four-year-old. Either culinary abominations or a metric ton of syrup. No middle ground.

“That’s a thought,” Liam agreed, leaning over to press a quick kiss to her lips, tongue darting out briefly to lick at a dab of syrup at the corner of her mouth.

"I'm full of those this morning," Verity said, dimpling at him. "You may have noticed."

“Oh, I noticed,” Liam purred, waggling his eyebrows at her. “Especially when I was the one who was full of you,” well, sort of, “inside me.”

It was technically hers? So it counted!

"Did you now?" Verity smirked. "And here I thought you were too busy with what I was doing to you to notice much else."

“Babe, I always notice you,” Liam replied, voice soft and fond.

Verity winked at him. "That why you always checking out my ass?"

"Uhhh, that is patently untrue: sometimes I check out your boobs, thank you very much," Liam said primly.

"That's true," Verity conceded. "I apologize for underestimating you."

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