It was something he had thought he’d gotten rid of, the desire to be a part of something. He should have killed that need for companionship, for a partner after the string of abandonments and betrayals over the course of the last eight years. Zack turning his back on him twice for Japan, dual superkicks from the Bucks, and then a softly whispered, “I’m sorry”, before a One Winged Angel sent him crashing into unconsciousness… No, he should have been happy being alone, should have been terribly angry at the liberties Liv took with his person when Marty had created this vicious, self-serving reputation for himself here…
But the flush on her cheeks made him feel like a schoolboy with his first crush.
“A little chaos, mean-spirited chicanery, a little spot of bother… ‘s kinda my thing, pet. If we really toss this office good, I’ll buy you two hot dogs an’ one of those icee things you Yanks love so much.” Marty pressed close to her, pressing his ear against the door, straining to listen for movement. When there was nothing, he shrugged, shoving the door open to reveal an empty makeshift office. A devilish grin upon his bearded face, he looked down to the slight blonde, body humming with bad intentions. “An’ would ya look at that? Someone left this poor office all unattended… Right shame. Fancy a little redecoratin’ while we look for this medal, Morgan?”
He pulled her inside with a gravelly cackle, fingers still tightly laced, as he kicked over a wastebasket and an office chair. There weren’t many places to look, the Olympian’s luggage at one corner of the room and his desk at the other, with a plush looking vinyl sofa placed in the middle and two fake plants on either side in a poor attempt to make the room feel more lived in. “Wantin’ to split up an’ look, luv?”
she’d blame it on the fact that since finding partnership in ruby & sarah, things had seemingly gotten better; blame them for the fact that she was over-familiar and clingy to anyone who showed the smallest sliver of kindness... as if she hadn’t always been that way. it was easier to shift it onto someone else instead of admitting that deep down, liv had never quite been able to function without a little help, no matter how confident in being independent she was. things were just better when you had someone to lean on.
❛ chicken... what? you’re gonna have to use smaller words, i dropped outta high school. ❜ but liv’s not entirely capable of focusing on the word she doesn’t exactly recognize, mind already moving full steam ahead at the idea of an icee. ❛ blue raspberry, though, right? cherry’s good but y’know, i like havin’ my tongue stained blue, s’cuter. ❜ attention shifting once more when the door’s pushed open, the laugh that floats into the open space is mischievous at best -- unattended, no interns, production crew, or management in sight? kurt was going to be in for a terrible surprise once he finally found his way back to his office for the night. ❛ s’only right if we do a little shiftin’ around, it’d be rude if we didn’t. ❜
slow unraveling of her fingers from his, done with just the smallest hint of hesitation because she’s enjoyed the warmth before she flashes a wide smile. she doesn’t need to be asked twice, toe of her shoes already nudging over luggage bags, fingers working over the zippers before she’s stringing clothes about the floor. toiletries are soon to follow after, until liv’s left a pile in one corner & come up empty for the gold she’d been searching for. ❛ nothin’ here, umbrella man. ❜ a kick to a potted plant before she clambers up onto the couch, sneakers squeaking over the vinyl before she gives a test jump, then another. ❛ you find anythin’? ❜
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