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- Rowdy

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Calloused fingers brush Liv's wrist, giving her pause as Nico, Nero, and Kyrie make their way from the room. Behind their backs, her eyes flicker to Dante - first to the finger he holds up to his slightly parted lips, then to his eyes. Quiet? Her brows furrow. Dante is rarely quiet. He's up to something, or so she suspects. Playing along is a surefire way to figure out what he's up to, so instead of voicing her question, Liv follows him away from the others as they descend into the garage.

He ushers her through a door and into… a broom closet? She blink. Dante might be able to see in the dark, but she can't. Liv's only human, after all, and the light that creeps into the closet from beneath the old door isn't enough for her to see by; especially not when Dante's ever-shifting silhouette continues to obscure it.

"A closet?" Liv ask him, incredulous. "Really?" Because what are they? Teenagers?

"Could've sworn this door was the bathroom," he admits, but that doesn't sound too much better for what she's now sure he has planned. Hands settle against the dip in Liv's waist, his hair tickling her cheeks as Dante further invades her space until they're breathing the same air. Anticipating a kiss, she closes her eyes but Dante's lips stop short. "Now, where were we?" Liv huffs. As if he doesn't know. He ignores her lips completely, stringing kisses from her jaw down to worry the sensitive skin at the base of her neck.

Mere hours ago - had it been hours already? - they'd been getting hot and heavy on the sofa when the phone rang. Dante insisted between nips that they let it ring, and damn if he wasn't persuasive, but the lights were due to go off any day. Liv shook him off and answered the phone. It was Nero. Moments later they were off to Fortuna, and now, job complete, they were at the mercy of Kyrie - their overly gracious hostess who had refused to take 'no' for an answer and insisted they both stay for dinner. Neither of them had been able to deny the sweet girl, and thus they'd ended up in her broom closet.

The collar of Liv's shirt is brushed aside and stretched so that Dante can work on that same spot he'd been forced to abandon earlier, deepening the superficial mark until he's satisfied that it will adorn her skin for days. A rough hand cups her breast over the thin fabric of her bra and kneads, thumbing lazily at the nipple until it pebbles and Liv is forced to quash a low moan is with her bitten lip.

"Shh. You don't want to get caught, do you?"

Caught? Dante's tone was teasing, but it grounds her. Suddenly, Liv isn't not sure that this is a game she wants to play. Not with the others so close. "But Nero an-"

Before her protest has fully formed Dante ensnares her lips in a kiss and she's torn between the desire to melt into him or leave the closet and pretend that nothing has happened. "The kids'll be fine without us for a bit. I wasn't done with you earlier." Heat swirls between her legs at that husky timbre and she gives into yearning, unconsciously undulating her hips against his. He's already hard.

Liv's hands ball in the front of Dante's shirt to tug it free of his pants, shivering at the skin-to-skin contact and tracing the hard lines of his stomach down to where sparse white hairs disappear beneath dark leather. Dante wasn't the only one left high and dry by Nero's call. "Guess we better be quick, then."

"That's the spirit."

To be continued...