Summary: Liam and Allie enjoy a rare down night while they’re traveling. Featuring tipsy Liam and Allie flirting and teasing each other.
London is breathtaking at night, Allie muses as she stares at the bright lights of the city below her. She’s always loved big cities, especially at night when they’re lit up and everything is brighter and bolder. This is her second time in London, her first time here with Liam, their third political trip as a married couple. Her wedding ring glints in the light of the hotel room behind her, and she can’t help but smile at the word ‘married’ as it runs through her head.
“For you, my love.” Liam’s voice interrupts her, his lips pressing a line of slow kisses from her neck up to her ear as he joins her on the balcony. A smile spreads across Allie’s face as he slips a glass of wine into her hand, his other arm wrapping warmly around her waist.
“Mmm,” she says, taking a sip and resting her hand on his. “Thank you. Why does the wine taste so much better on this trip?”
Liam chuckles. “Maybe because we don’t have to fly back to Cordonia right away tomorrow?”
“That’s probably it. How did you manage that again?”
“Perks of being king,” Liam murmurs in her ear.
“So you get whatever you want, huh?” she teases him.
“Hardly.” Liam turns her around, brushing his lips over hers. “If I got whatever I want, I would’ve spent the day with my wife, and not in meetings.”
“Well, you have your wife all to yourself now,” she points out, smiling at him suggestively.
His eyes darken at that as he pulls her in closer, biting her lower lip and kissing her slowly, seductively, making her whimper and fist her free hand in his t-shirt.
“What would you like to do?” Liam asks.
“It would be a shame to let this wine go to waste,” she replies, inhaling sharply when Liam sucks at her neck.
“It would,” he agrees, his words warm and breathy against her skin.
He walks her backwards into their suite, his hand gripping her hip, and she groans when he teases his teeth along her collarbone, then releases her to get more wine.
“Tease,” she mutters, settling on the plush couch and laughing when he turns around and winks at her.
The wine is red and smooth and strong, and she finds herself giggling at nothing as they finish the first bottle and get halfway through the second. Liam raises an eyebrow at her when she swings her legs up to his lap and rests her head on the armrest of the couch, his cheeks lightly flushed and a smirk on his face.
“This isn’t very queenly behavior,” he admonishes her playfully.
Allie closes her eyes, sighing as he digs his thumbs into the soles of her feet.
“You’re drunk. That’s not very kingly behavior,” she mumbles.
“I am not drunk,” Liam says, taking great care to enunciate his words.
“Mm-hmm.”
“I’m not!” he insists.
Allie frowns as he stops massaging her feet, cracking her eyes open. Liam is watching her with a determined look on his face.
“If I was drunk-“ he begins, and she shrieks when he suddenly yanks her upright and onto his lap. “-could I have done that?”
“Fine, you’re tipsy,” she allows, smiling at him and brushing her nose against his.
“You’re cute when you’ve been drinking,” Liam laughs, banding his arms around her back.
“I thought I was always cute.” She pouts at him playfully, running her fingers over the nape of his neck and into his hair.
“Mmm,” he murmurs, closing his eyes as she massages her fingers over his scalp. “You’re always beautiful…”
“Oh?” she asks quietly, leaning in and brushing her lips over his neck.
“And sexy,” he says, gliding his hands down to her thighs, teasing along the hem of her pajama shorts.
Allie sucks in a breath, running her hands under his t-shirt and scowling when he refuses to lift his arms up.
“Liam,” she whines.
He ignores her, saying, “And gorgeous,” in a low tone.
Liam opens his eyes and stares at her as his hands roam higher. His pupils are dilated, and she doesn’t know if it’s from the wine or from wanting her. Her hips rock into his instinctively as he brushes his fingers over the lacy edge of her underwear and smirks at the way she sucks in a breath.
“Allie,” he murmurs.
“What?”
Liam leans closer. “Fuck,” he breathes in her ear.
“No. Liam. That’s not fair,” she says pleadingly.
“What isn’t? Fu-“ she cuts him off, pressing her lips to his, smirking at the way he jumps slightly when she bites his lower lip.
They kiss sloppily, his tongue demanding entrance to her mouth, until she wrenches away from him, panting for breath.
“Fuck,” Liam says immediately, grinning at her.
Scowling, she presses her hips hard into his.
“Stop it, my king,” she says deliberately.
His eyes darken, his fingers squeezing her thighs.
“Stop what, baby?”
Allie narrows her eyes, tightening her legs on either side of his, then leans in and runs her tongue down his neck.
“Stop swearing, Liam,” she says hotly, pushing the neck of his t-shirt aside and biting his shoulder.
“But you like when I swear,” he says, tugging at the hem of her tank top until she impatiently pulls it over her head and throws it behind her.
Liam’s lips part slightly as he cups her breasts, his thumbs working her nipples into hardened peaks. “Oh fuck, Allie,” he groans, then yelps when she lightly pinches his side.
“That wasn’t even on purpose,” he protests with a laugh.
“You still said it,” she says, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt again.
This time he cooperates, letting her pull it up, and she giggles when it gets caught on his head. She’s still giggling when it’s finally off and she runs her hand over his now mussed hair.
“Are you giggling at me?” Liam asks in mock dismay. “That is definitely not queenly behavior.”
“You are half-naked, and tipsy, and tormenting the queen in a hotel room in London,” Allie reminds him. “That’s not kingly behavior either.”
“Oh, my love,” Liam says, running his hands back down to her shorts. “It’s not torment if there’s guarantee of follow-through.”
He presses a slow, deliberate kiss to her mouth.
“Stand up,” he murmurs, and she does, shoving her shorts and underwear down.
“Allie,” he groans, reaching for her. “I was going to do that.”
Allie shrugs, sinking back onto his lap and shivering when she feels him press against her now bare core through the fabric of his boxers.
“Why aren’t you naked?” she murmurs, gripping his shoulders and rocking against him, sucking in a breath at the friction.
“I can’t get naked if you’re sitting on me,” he says, rolling his hips against hers.
“Hmm.”
He watches through hooded eyes as she reaches through the opening on his boxers, slowly pulling his hardened length out and running her hand over him.
“Fuck,” he mutters again, but this time she doesn’t even care.
Liam groans her name as she rises above him and guides him into her, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. His hands settle on her hips as she rocks against him.
“Liam,” she whimpers as he lifts her up and down, thrusting up into her.
She drops her head forward, her hands burying in his dark hair. Her breath comes in short gasps and she moans as they move frantically against each other.
“Fuck, baby,” Liam groans into her neck.
He speeds up, pulling her head back to press his lips to hers. The kiss is sloppy and desperate and she cries out his name when he suddenly slams her down onto him and she comes, inhaling sharply when he bites her lip and jerks against her.
“Oh,” she moans, then slumps against him.
She can hear his heart pounding, his breathing ragged as he sucks in several breaths. She closes her eyes, nuzzling against his neck when he runs his hand slowly through her hair. It’s not particularly comfortable, but she still protests when he goes to sit her upright after a few minutes.
“Allie,” he chuckles. “At the risk of sounding like an old man…my back is starting to hurt.”
She grumbles but leans back, then smirks and says, “I always forget you’re older than me.”
Liam snorts, lifting her up easily and standing her in front of him. “By a year, my love.”
“Still older,” she teases him.
Liam rolls his eyes but smiles at her as he stands. “I can’t really argue with that now, can I?”
“You know, there’s a really nice looking jacuzzi in the bathroom,” she suggests, trailing her finger down his stomach and along the waistband of his boxers.
“There’s a really nice bed right there,” he suggests, waggling his eyebrows in that way that always makes her laugh.
“But we can be naked in the jacuzzi together,” she says, pressing herself against him.
“We can sleep naked in the bed together,” Liam counters, tickling her side and smiling when she squirms.
“We can be naked in the jacuzzi and then sleep naked in the bed together,” she says with a sense of finality, tugging him toward the bathroom.
“Are you always this argumentative when you drink?” Liam asks with a laugh.
“I’m not argumentative. I’m persuasive.”
Liam chuckles as they reach the bathroom and he kicks his boxers off unceremoniously while Allie turns the water on.
“Allie,” he murmurs, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her stomach.
She sighs, resting her head back against his shoulder. “Hmm?”
“…fuck.”