Sorry for the long bout between updates. My plot bunnies have been having a bit of a long nap. Blame them.

This scene takes place during Rhodium Nights and Lost Reputation after Brian is asked to be sent to lock up for the night to throw off suspicion with Gandel.

Liv clanged against the bars with her hand, a taunting smile on her face as she dangled a set of keys at him.

"Time's up, Cassidy. We can't keep you here anymore."

Brian looked up from the hard metal bench he'd been lying on. "Are you kidding?"

Liv unlocked the cell and held the door open for him, her arm spread wide.

"Gandel's seen you in jail and he's gone home." She tossed her hair over her shoulder and he tried to think of a million different reasons why he'd let her walk out of his life. "I'm not doing the paperwork to keep you in here."

He couldn't think of one.

He stood up slowly, feeling his bones creak and wondering when he got so old.

"And what am I supposed to do? I can't go home? Not until tomorrow at least."

Liv chewed her lip thoughtfully and he couldn't help but smile – waiting to see if old habits really did die hard.

"You can get that look off your face," she teased, smirking at him -and he hated how unfair it was that thirteen years could pass and she could still make his heart race. "There are plenty of hotels you can stay at for the night."

He let his shoulder rest against the rail she was standing next to. "You're shooting me down before I even try?" He couldn't help but laugh, some things never changed.

"Wanna grab a beer?" he knew there was a slight hint of desperation in his voice, but more than anything, he just wanted to make sure she was still the same person. "Let me catch up with the one that got away?"

And something about her hard smile softening into a careless grin made him want to fall for her all over again.

"Let me get my coat," she answered.

He wasn't surprised when a beer turned into two beers and that turned into a glass of wine back at her place which turned into her lips pressed against his.

Brian was astonished to realize he still knew her body, his fingers running over scars and moles as if touching Braille. The soft growl in the back of her throat when his thumb ran over the back of her knee. How she would keen when he licked his way over her breasts and her hands gripping his hair when he finally delved his tongue deep inside of her wet folds. She even tasted the same.

She still liked to be on top, his hands cupping her hips, dragging her body against his, pulling her hard against him as if he could bury himself deep enough inside that she'd never ask him to leave.

And when it was over he could almost believe that her head on his shoulder was a real and lasting moment.

But soon enough she was resting on her own pillow and he was saying he needed to take a shower.

And when she came in a few moments later, clutching her phone and saying she had to leave he almost laughed.

Because he was right.

She was still the same old Liv.

I make no promises about follow through, but if anyone has any ideas or requests for missing scenes feel free to let me know.