Summary: Liam can’t wait to get Allie alone.
Liam wants the night to end almost as soon as it begins. It’s not the location, or the company, or the reason; those are fine. They’re out at a bar for Drake’s birthday (the same country bar they went to last year, he remembers). Maxwell has already dragged Penelope out onto the dance floor, Olivia is giving a few men at the bar who keep hitting on her a verbal lashing, Bertrand is reluctantly ordering a glass of wine, Drake is nursing a whiskey in the booth next to Liam, and Hana and Allie are at the jukebox.
Liam can’t tear his eyes away from Allie. She’s beautiful and irresistible on any night, but tonight, in that dress, he finds himself wishing he could just whisk her back to the palace and into their bedroom. He’s seen the dress before, hanging in her closet. He asked her about it once, a little surprised she kept it when she told him she’d worn it to Madeleine’s bachelorette party, but, she had said with a shrug, she liked it. It’s gold and fitted and just short enough to make his imagination wander, while still maintaining courtly propriety.
When she and Hana return to the booth after ordering drinks, Allie smiles happily and leans into Liam’s side. His hand drops to her exposed upper thigh, unable to resist running his thumb over her soft skin. Normally he keeps his touches polite, chaste, when they’re out in public, but Bastien has managed to keep the paparazzi out of the bar, and he’s fairly certain Allie also asked Justin to tell the media they were going somewhere else, so tonight he’s feeling less inhibited.
Allie drops her hand over his, squeezing his fingers as she sips on her wine and gently teases Drake about his sour look.
“I told you I don’t like celebrating my birthday,” he grumbles, but Liam catches a hint of a smile.
Maxwell and Penelope drop into the booth, Penelope short of breath and Maxwell looking like he’s taken a casual stroll around the block.
“So…tired…” Penelope gasps, dropping her head to the table.
“No, no, no,” Allie says, poking her shoulder until Penelope lifts her head up.
Allie slides her a drink. “Drink this. You’ll feel better.”
Penelope accepts the drink, Maxwell wrapping his arm around her affectionately. The group descends into easy chatter and joking, and Liam relaxes back into the booth. It isn’t often that he and Allie can be out in public like this without worrying about the press watching them, and he intends to enjoy every minute of it, even if he’s really looking forward to getting her home.
She tugs him out on to the dance floor after a while when a slow song comes on, her arms slung around his neck. Liam slips his hands down low on her hips, bending down to brush his mouth over her neck as they sway.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look?” he murmurs in her ear.
“Mmm…you might have mentioned it once or twice,” she says teasingly
She’s relaxed against him, and Liam feels his heart clench when he thinks of what it took to get them to this point. He’s been so in love with her for so long now, that it pains him to think this might not have happened. There are so many people who helped them get here, and he will forever be grateful to everyone who helped them have this.
He apologizes to her still, for asking that day in the grotto if she would ever consider keeping their arrangement if he had to marry Madeleine. Of course he hadn’t wanted it to come to that, but the thought of losing her was unbearable. Allie is always reassuring, more forgiving than he thinks he deserves sometimes. He would have let her go, he knows, and tells her that, but he’s relieved it had never gotten to that point.
“I love you,” he says against her temple, and he groans to himself as she presses closer to him.
“I love you, too,” she sighs.
She smiles softly at him as he tugs her left arm from around his neck, pressing a kiss to her knuckles, the glint of her wedding band bright in the glow from the bar lights.
“What’s wrong?” Allie asks, running her fingers over his furrowed brow.
He smiles reassuringly. “Nothing, my love. I’m just happy we’re here.”
“Me too,” she smiles.
“I can’t wait to get you home though,” he confesses.
“Oh?” she asks lightly. “Are you not enjoying yourself?”
“I am. But I want to make love to you.”
Her fingers dig into his neck, and he can feel her teeth scrape over his throat as she moans. The barely perceptible press of her hips against his almost has him dragging her out the door.
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When they get back to the palace, Liam is so impatient for her that he barely gets her inside their room before he kisses her desperately, his hands running under the hem of her dress.
“I take it you like the dress,” Allie gasps as his hands glide up her thighs.
“I like you in the dress,” he corrects her, teasing his fingers over the damp center of her underwear.
“Liam,” she moans, pulling at the buttons on his shirt.
Her fingers tremble with her impatience as she gets his shirt off and presses wet kisses across his throat. Liam tilts her chin up, his lips claiming hers hungrily. He’s been wanting to kiss her all night, refraining only because he was worried he would have ended up pleading with her to leave early. He loves kissing her, the soft sighs she emits, the moans that escape her mouth when he brushes his tongue over hers, the way her fingers grip his hair.
“I’ve been waiting for this all night,” Liam groans in her ear. “To get you alone.”
“Mmm,” she whimpers. “Me too.”
Liam slowly runs a fingertip up her back, finding the zipper on her dress and sliding it down, pressing slow, deep kisses to her mouth as he eases the material over her shoulders and down over her hips. His breath catches at the sight of her lacy black underwear, his fingers clenching in the material. She knows how much he loves her in lace.
Allie tugs at his pants, undoing his belt and zipper and pushing them down until they’re both in their underwear. Her mouth is warm and soft as it drifts across his chest, her fingers teasing along the waistband of his boxers. Liam grunts and jerks against her when she suddenly slips her hand inside his underwear. As good as her hand feels running over him, he wants her in their bed, wants her underneath him.
Lifting her up, Liam walks them to the bed, laying her down. He thinks he’ll never tire of seeing her like this, waiting for him, wanting him, in their bed.
“Liam,” she pleads softly, pulling at his hand.
He smiles, climbing into the bed and pressing his lips to hers. Allie wraps her fingers around his wrist, urging his hand down until he walks his fingers across her stomach and below the waistband of her underwear. Her hips lift as he pushes the lacy fabric down and nudges her knees apart. She sucks in a breath as he glides his fingers over her wet folds, her hips pressing up into his hand as he slips two fingers into her, pumping slowly in and out.
Allie whimpers his name when he brings his mouth to her center, circling his tongue over her and curling his fingers until she’s writhing underneath him. When she comes, it’s with a shuddering gasp, her head dropping back against the pillow as she sinks into the bed.
“Mmm,” she sighs, grinning up at him slowly. “Have I mentioned lately how good you are at that?”
Liam chuckles as he leans down, brushing his lips over her temple. Allie reaches for his boxers, pushing them off and nudging him to lay down. She shimmies out of her underwear and settles between his thighs, taking him in her hand.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he groans as she leans down and brings her mouth around him, his hands tangling in her dark hair.
He knows he’ll never last if she keeps this up, but the feel of her lips and tongue running over him is so good that he almost doesn’t want her to stop. His grip on her hair tightens when she starts moving faster, his hips jerking up against her, until he finally pulls her away with a groan.
Liam sits up, rolling her to her back and lifting one of her thighs around his hips as he pushes into her. Allie rakes her fingers down his back and wraps her legs around him, hips pressing into his as they move together.
“Oh,” she moans as he thrusts faster, her muscles clenching around him.
Her eyes lock on his as she brings one of her hands up to his hair and pulls him down, her lips pressing hard against his as she kisses him desperately.
“Liam!” she gasps as he slams into her, her hips arching into his as he pushes her over the edge.
Liam thrusts into her again, shallow, sloppy thrusts, before he groans her name and spills inside her. He drops against her, breathing ragged, then rolls to his back and tugs her over him. His lips brush gentle kisses to the top of her head as Allie nuzzles against him, running her fingers over his chest.
“I love you,” she murmurs, lifting her head up to kiss him.
“I love you, too,” he says, smiling as she crawls over him.
Liam raises his eyebrows. “Yes, my love?”
Allie smiles suggestively, walking her fingers up to trace over his lips. “We have a lot of meetings the next few days,” she murmurs. “We’ll probably be busy, and tired, and-“
Liam rolls her over, brushing his mouth over hers. “I’m never too tired for my wife.”
She shrugs, rocking her hips against his, her smile spreading wider as he grunts and bucks against her. “Just in case?” she asks, inhaling sharply as he glides his fingers between her legs.
Liam kisses her again, chuckling lowly. “Of course. Just in case.”