Summary: Allie and Liam the morning after he goes to her in New York. This is a (very NSFW) follow up piece to Aftermath.
When she wakes the next morning, Allie is alone. There’s a moment of panic where she wonders if last night was a dream, but then she hears her shower running. She stretches, cat-like, then climbs out of bed and pads to her bathroom. A billow of steam hits her as she enters, and she smiles as Liam pulls the shower curtain back slightly.
“Good morning,” he greets her, voice gravelly with that just-woken up quality. He’s giving her that look again that makes her feel breathless, like she’s the only person in the world, and she feels her cheeks turn pink.
“Morning.” She hops up on the counter, kicking her legs back and forth, as Liam disappears back into her shower.
“Want to get breakfast?” he asks as the water turns off.
Allie means to say yes, they should get breakfast and then talk, but she finds herself unable to respond as Liam reaches out for a towel and steps out of the shower. The towel is low on his hips, water rivulets running down his bare chest, his dark hair falling every which way.
Oh god…
He’s beautiful, this man she’s going to marry. There’s just something about seeing him like this now, knowing that she’s finally going to be with him. Allie swallows hard as she watches a drop of water travel over the muscles of his chest and abdomen and disappear into the towel.
She’s standing, fingers touching his wet skin, before she’s even aware of what she’s doing. Liam slips his arms around her waist, groaning as she presses gentle kisses across his chest and collarbones.
“Allie,” he murmurs.
She looks up at him and his eyes are impossibly dark, cheeks flushed, mouth slightly open. Rising up on her toes, she brings her mouth to his neck, sucking lightly and scraping her teeth gently along his skin. Her hands tangle in his wet hair as he slides his hands under her tank top, running across her back and stomach and dipping just below the waistband of her pajama pants. She steps back, lifting her arms up as Liam pulls her shirt over her head, brushing his hands over her breasts, then lifts her up to the counter.
She moans quietly as he steps between her thighs, pressing her lips against his. He sucks on her lower lip, bracing a hand on the wall behind him as he kisses her deeply, wrapping his other arm around her back. Allie tugs at the towel around his waist, dropping it on the floor and sliding her hand over him. She likes the noise he makes and how he squeezes her thighs so much that she does it again.
“Fuck, Allie,” he moans, and the sound of the curse word makes her want him even more.
“You should say that again,” she gasps as he suddenly lifts her. Allie wraps her legs around him as he carries her back to her bedroom, setting her down on the bed.
“What?” he murmurs, pulling her pajama pants and underwear off and running a hand between her legs. “Fuck?” he repeats, pushing her back gently and moving down her body to run his tongue over her breasts, swirling around her nipples.
Allie groans and Liam smirks at her. “You like me cursing?”
“Mmm,” she replies in affirmation, bucking her hips up towards him.
Liam’s eyes have a glint to them now that makes her shiver in anticipation. She’ll never admit it, but on lonely nights when she’d returned to New York and she couldn’t keep him out of her mind, she tormented herself with thoughts of whether he was always as controlled as he’d been in the garden maze. She’d loved him like that, the reverent way he touched her and whispered her name, but she was curious if he ever lost control, if his dominant side ever came out.
Liam disappears between her legs, his breath warm against her inner thighs, and she jolts against him as he brings his mouth to her center, sliding his tongue into her, then bringing his hand down to brush over her clit. He teases her mercilessly with his hand and his mouth until she’s gasping for breath and pleading with him.
When he pulls away, she can’t stop the “No” that comes out of her mouth.
She almost gives him a hard time about teasing her, but as he kisses his way up her stomach, across her chest, biting at her neck and shoulders, she’s so desperate for him that all she can do is roll her hips rhythmically against his and tug at his hair.
Liam braces himself above her, chest heaving, and gives her a smile that does funny things to her stomach. It really hits her then. He’s here, wants her, defied his parents and his country’s traditions and laws to be with her. She knows, then, that no matter what his family or Cordonia throws at them, she’s never letting him go. She pulls him down to her gently, kissing him, and he looks at her curiously when he pulls back.
“What is it?” he asks quietly.
“Nothing,” she murmurs, cupping his face in her hand. “I’m just really happy.”
Liam’s face lights up and he leans down to brush another kiss over her mouth. “So am I.”
He slides into her slowly, and oh, she’s nearly forgotten how good he felt. His movements are agonizingly slow at first, until she runs her hands down his chest and whispers, “Faster” into his ear.
Liam grins, leaning down to kiss her as he murmurs, “As you wish”.
His hips slam into hers, his hand threading into her hair and tilting her head back, his lips and teeth insistent against her neck.
“Liam,” she moans. She wraps her legs around his waist and runs her nails down his back as they move together.
He flips her over suddenly, his hands grabbing her hips and pulling her back as he pushes into her again. Her moans are muffled by her pillow as she thrusts back against him, hands digging into her sheets.
Oh yes. This is what she thought about on all those lonely nights.
She’s close, her breathing coming in short gasps. Liam leans forward, mouth close to her ear.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he whispers as he brushes his thumb between her legs, and she inhales sharply as she comes, his hand and the curse word falling from his mouth pushing her over the edge.
Her muscles clench around him as Liam moves rapidly and then jerks against her, his hands digging into her hips, and she shivers as he curses under his breath again. He slides out of her and rolls them so she’s resting against his chest, one arm banded around her waist tightly.
“Wow, Allie. Just…wow,” he finally manages to say. She lifts her head up and he grins at her, eyes glittering in amusement.
“What?”
Liam raises an eyebrow. “Fuck.”
Allie groans, moving so she’s lying on top of him. “Careful, my king, you’re playing with fire there.”
Liam pulls her head down to kiss her deeply, burying his hands in her hair. “I am more than okay with that.”
Allie shakes her head at him, trying but failing to bite back her smirk. “Yeah, well…”
Her stomach grumbles suddenly and Liam laughs.
“Let’s get you breakfast,” he says, kissing her again and rolling out of bed.
Allie props her head up on her hand, eyes traveling up and down his body shamelessly.
Liam grins at her. “Excuse me. Are you checking me out?”
“Guilty.”
“This is very unfair,” Liam retorts, yanking the blanket back and pulling her to her feet until she’s pressed against him.
They sway slightly, mouths fusing together in gentle kisses, and she sighs against him.
“I missed you,” she murmurs against his chest as she nuzzles into him.
“I missed you too,” he whispers, his arms solid around her. “I nearly went crazy thinking about you.”
“I’m…coming back with you. To Cordonia,” she clarifies. “But…there are things we, I, have to figure out.”
She tilts her head back to gauge his reaction. His face is semi-serious, considering her words, but the gentle smile that crosses his face reassures her.
“I know. I just want to be with you, Allie. And I want you to be happy, whatever it takes.”
“I love you,” she says quietly, resting her head against his chest, his heartbeat a soothing thump under her ear.
“I love you too,” Liam murmurs, squeezing his arms around her.
Her stomach grumbles again and she laughs. “Sorry.”
Liam releases her with a gentle push, smiling. “Breakfast. Pancakes?”
“Pancakes.”