“How do you not go crazy in situations like this, Madam President?”
President Deinhardt turned to look at Liam. The situation room had a rotating population as the siege of the LAJC dragged on. Aides came with coffee and snacks – mostly fruits and crackers – while officials of various stripes flowed in and out as they checked on the feeds coming in from the camp. Even the Secret Service worked shifts. But the four of them had never left. Liam, who was slowly going insane from the tension. Meg, who was currently tapping through her cellphone, marveling at the ability to Google anything and have it be answered for her, was seated as far from the projector as possible, so her wings wouldn’t block the light. Tethis, who was looking at every bit of data coming in and nervously chewing her normally pristine fingernails down to the quick, was seated to Liam’s left.
And, finally, the President herself.
Despite the late hour and the tension she had to be feeling, there was no sign of it on her face, save that she had let her hair down.
She looked good that way, with her locks coiling around her face, framing those intense gray-brown eyes of hers. Liam, as the hours wore on, had found himself looking at her sidelong. She had been a senator when he had been dragged to Purgatory. And not even one from his state. Despite that, he still thought he should have remembered more details about her. But he was drawing a total blank on her past policy decisions, any major scandals, her character.
All he had to go on was what he had seen and read since first contact between Babylon and the USA had been established.
He should have been thinking about that.
Instead, he was thinking of her firm lips and wondering if she kept herself in as fearsomely good shape as it looked.
“I remember that we have good people working for me,” the President said, shrugging slightly. Liam forced himself to not imagine how her chest would look with that shrug. Instead, he ended up thinking about how nice her twangy, Texan accent sounded. “And I go quietly insane on the inside, where no one else can see it.” She smirked. “Also, you can just call me Amanda.”
Liam tried to not show how fucking excited that idea made him.
Ugh, is Mom right? Did Purgatory totally ruin my sense of decorum? My way of interacting with other people? He looked away from her. His phone buzzed in his pocket. Liam pulled it out and saw a text from Meg.
10 bucks on you tapping her by the end of the week :D
Liam snorted.
“How did you do it, though?” Amanda asked, crossing her arms over her chest. “Not go crazy on Purgatory, I mean.”
Liam smiled and pocketed his phone. “It wasn’t that bad.”
Amanda arched her eyebrow. “If even half of the report Lt. Fong gave me is accurate, that’s quite a whopper. And remember, I need to approve national defense budgets. I see big whoppers.” She grinned. “She said that you killed a basilisk with a sword. That you faced down an alien super-computer and an army of hopped up lizardmen.”
“Technically,” Liam said. “I did have an army helping me at the time.”
“I mean, I’m the Commander in Chief, but the closest I get to the military is touring a base in the Green Zone and shaking hands with the joint chiefs,” Amanda said. “You were doing stuff that would have made George Washington’s hair turn white.”
“Didn’t he wear a white wig?” Liam asked.
Amanda chuckled. “Whiter then.”
Liam shook his head. “Do you want to know what helped the most?” He paused. “It’s knowing that I had good people with me. Also, Tethis can heal pretty much anything assuming you don’t suffer immediate brain death.”
“That does help, I reckon,” Amanda said, her eyebrows shooting up.
Liam looked at the screen. “This is harder.”
Amanda nodded.
“This is Team Alpha,” a gruff voice came from the speaker phone set up in the center of the table. “We’re prepped to enter the town.”
***
Liv frowned as she knelt down on the branch. The sword in her hand was the best thing she could have gotten, considering the time constraints. Flying from Washington DC to here had been easier than she had expected, after glancing at the maps that Earthers provided for free to literally anyone who had a godsdamned phone. She shook her head in bemusement at that. Not only were they better than anything on Purgatory, even those maps used by Babylon, but they had kept track of her position, even as she had flown over states.
Well. Kind of.
The Gee Pee Ess had gotten confused at how she was able to go so fast, and over such rough terrain. It kept trying to recalculate routes. So, she had shifted to just checking her position every twenty minutes, to ensure she was still heading the right way. Getting weaponry was easy too. The sword she had found in a store called Armorgeddon. It was a fake, but it was close enough to real thing that she was fairly sure she could use it. The pistols had been even easier, though she had needed to throw a store clerk into one of his racks.
Gently, of course.
But now she was trying to solve a more complicated problem. There were twenty fuckers waiting for the Government, spread out and sighted in. Almost like they knew exactly where they were going. Liv’s eyes narrowed and she remembered the way Ares had tapped into Simone’s radio transmissions on Purgatory. That had led straight to Godkillers being dropped on her head. Hurm.
“I’ll take those five,” Sun Wukong said, pointing with his finger.
“You fast enough?” Liv asked.
“I will be in...” Sun looked up. “Fifteen seconds.”
“You have eleven,” Liv said, focusing. She took the power that she had and felt its shape. She had gotten a handle on the shape required to fly, and she knew there was another shape that she assumed naturally to make herself tougher and stronger. But flight took her items and posessions along with her, right? So, she just had to tease the two forms to match and…
Ahh.
Her sword flared with light for just a moment, then settled. She tested it subtly against the bark of the tree, and grinned. It would hold an edge and not snap now. Nice.
“How did you do that?” Sun whispered.
“Later,” Liv said, standing. “I’ll take those five.” She nodded the others, then leaped off the tree. She flew forward, darting around branches and leaves to avoid making too much noise. She landed behind one of the bad guys, her sword flashing. She swept it down and his rifle fell into two pieces, the edge of the sliced off barrel shining like a mirror in the thick twilight of the forest. Liv saw his eyes widening behind his NVG and swung her sword in a backwards stroke. The pommel smashed into his temple and he sprawled on the ground. Then she leaped to the next guard.
Sun Wukong was a bit less subtle.
With a trilling warcry, he leaped from his tree, dropped five feet, and landed on a bright white cloud that soared from the sky and landed under his feet. He bobbed on the cloud, then seemed to ride it like a skateboard, soaring past three hiding goons. His staff grew twice as long as it had been, allowing him to swing down, smashing one goon in the shoulder, another in the chest, and the last in the back as they all scrambled to try and get out of the way. The impact of steel on flesh was mixed with the crackle of branches as Sun maneuvered his cloud through the Louisiana swamp.
By this point, Liv had knocked down two more of the bad guys. One she had elbowed as she ran past, and another she had launched into with both feet, kicking him to the ground with a groan. The bad guys who were still standing had all been drawn to the fucking glowing, flying cloud with the screaming maniac on it with the fucking shapeshifting staff and were filling the air with as much lead as Earther guns could manage.
Liv had been at several battles with muskets.
She had seen what Simone could do.
But this was fucking appalling. Trees filled the air with chips and bits of splinters, and branches went crashing to the ground. Sun responded with a laugh, his staff whirling. Bullets sparked and pinged as they struck the whirling staff, ricocheting into the forest. But this gave Liv plenty of cover to run charging towards a trio of camouflaged bad guys. They were all reloading their firearms as quickly as they could manage. She swept her leg in a twist, knocking all three off their feet as she spun on her heel. As they sprawled, she stood and kicked one in the stomach. He flew five feet and smashed into a tree back first, groaning as he hit the ground. Another was standing, still shaking his head. Liv punched him down.
The last had remained on the ground, his attention entirely on bringing his pistol to bear.
He fired.
Liv grunted as she staggered backwards.
Slowly, she opened the palm that she had snapped up before her face.
Sitting in a bloody crater on the center of her palm was a mashed up clump of lead. She dropped it.
The bad guy gaped at her. “Jesus Christ,” he whispered, moments before Sun Wukong brained him with the staff.
Liv then took a few seconds to curse under her breath.
That had fucking hurt.
With the bad guy ambush turned into so much groaning piles of broken bones and concussions and at least one spinal fracture, the American guardsmen were able to advance in the open. One of them sprinted forward, panting. Liv saw it was Simone, her face covered by NVGs, her arms holding an assault rifle that looked fairly similar to what the bad guys were carrying. She also looked horrified.
“Liv! What the fuck?” she hissed. “The hostages!”
“Hostages?” Liv asked.
“Oh, don’t worry about them,” Sun said, grinning. “That’s what I sent Coyo for.”
A loud roar came from the town. Several explosions leaped into the air and the distant sounds of gunshots and shouts of confusion rang out.
“What the hell did you just do?” Simone whispered.
“Coyo’s good at making things break,” Sun said.
Liv was already flying towards the town.
She broke the forest and had to weave hard to the side as sniper fire crackled from the rooftop. The men on the roof had been sighted in, but they had expected something a bit slower and a bit less high up than her. Their bullets whined underneath her, hitting trees and dirt. Then Liv was flipping around so her feet planted in the chest of one of the snipers. He went sprawling onto his back, skidding across almost ten feet of black rooftop. Liv rolled and came to her feet before another sniper. She grabbed his rifle, yanked it from his hands, then used the neck strap to fling him as hard as she could off the roof and into the large pool of water some thoughtful soul had placed near the building.
She had no idea why.
It smelled awful though, and the man fell head first into the water. He started floundering about, trying to swim to the edge while his ammo and weaponry dragged him down. Liv turned back to face the remaining snipers. But they were both running down the stairs.
Her ears twitched and she heard, very faintly, the bellowed order: “Kill the heretics!”
She placed the source of the sound, sprinted forward, leaped, then flew straight down. Her legs hit the roof and the roof cracked inwards, giving way with a spray of cheap roofing and wood and bits of plaster. She dropped through a vast indoor space and crashed down between a massive mob of panicked, terrified looking people and four men armed with those rapid fire rifles. Behind them stood a man who radiated with her father’s power.
It was all in the eyes. They roiled with a furious passion, the mad battle lust that Ares had inspired for millennia. It was somewhat at odds with his more calculating mindset these days, but Liv could immediately see why her father had given this man power. Smart enough to use it, too stupid to not.
Liv took advantage of the momentary shock to throw her sword at one of the men. It was an awkward grip and a worse weapon to hurl, but at this range, with her strength, it barely mattered. The hilt smashed into his face and he collapsed, blood pouring from a broken nose. Liv drew both of her pistols and started firing. Two rounds, one per knee cap, seemed to be about right. Then men sprawled on the ground, their screams of pain and curses filling the air. Liv then stepped forward and started kicking rifles from their hands.
The Chosen of Ares gawped at her.
Then he did the absolute worst thing he possibly could have tried.
He turned and he ran.
In that single instant, the power bequeathed to him snapped out of his body. It seemed that Ares could grant blessings to Earthers, but he couldn’t change some parts of his intrinsic nature. No blessing of the god of war could ever rest in the heart of a coward. And that was coward as defined by Ares – honorable retreat was more of an Athena thing.
Not that this made Liv feel all that bad about stepping forward, grabbing the man by the back of his bullet proof vest, and yank him backwards. She snarled. “Shoot a bunch of innocent kids, huh?” she growled, punching him in the chest. The plates in his armor cracked and turned to powder. The ribs behind the armor might have snapped. She wasn’t sure. “Try and massacre these people, will you?” She brought her knee slamming into his groin. The man made a horrible wheezing gurgling noise, then fell to his knees, clutching at himself. Vomit burst from his mouth.
Liv panted – about to continue beating him – when she looked up.
The auditorium, save for the distant sound of fires and the drizzle of plaster that still fell from the ceiling, was silent. Everyone that had been crammed inside was gaping at her. The front row had included more than a few children, ranging in ages from nine to at least sixteen. One of the younger kids, though, walked slowly towards her. He was a young boy, still dressed for school, with a backpack still slung on his back.
“Are you Captain Marvel?” he asked.
The look in his eyes made Liv pause. She desperately wanted to kick this fuckers head in for what he had done – what he had tried to do. Part of that was fury. But a bigger part was guilt. She had done things for Ares, in the long, thoughtless time when she had just been his daughter and hadn’t thought beyond the next brawl. In another time, another life, could she have been one of those assholes, aiming guns at an entire village?
Kicking the man once more, crushing his head like a grapefruit, ripping him in fucking half, though, would break something in the kid’s eyes. And for just a moment, she saw her own daughter looking up at her. How she might look in a decade, at least.
“No,” Liv said, her voice husky. “I’m Liv. Liviana.”
The doors to the gymnasium exploded inwards – kicked in by a stampede of armored officers. They sprinted for the prone bad guys and started to bellow orders at them. Plastic handcuffs were brought out, and Liv saw the people in the auditorium sag with relief. But more than a few kept looking at her.
Then the kid she had been speaking too beamed. “Go Liviana! Wooo!”
Liv flew up and away, flushing, as the other kids started to cheer, then chant. “Liv! Liv! Liv! Liv! Liv!”
She fled.
***
Liam stepped onto the roof of the Watergate Hotel, looking around slowly. There, on the very edge of the roof, was Liv. She had ditched her ‘enthusiastically borrowed’ weapons and was looking across the sweep of Washington DC. The city was shockingly short to Liam’s eyes. Apparently, some law about not building higher than certain monuments. Liv wasn’t looking at any of them. She was just looking into the broad sweep of the Potomac, her knee drawn up against her chest, her other leg dangling.
“I got your text,” Liam said.
Liv grunted.
Liam walked over to her. “Fizit wants to give you every medal that Babylon can mint. Mary is in agreement.” He smiled. “The President wants to give you a commendation in public.”
“And in private?” Liv asked, not looking away from the river. The lights of the city glittered in it, turning it into a rippling inverse of the night sky.
“In private, she wants to tear you a new asshole,” Liam said, slapping Liv on her back. “But I don’t. You saved a lot of lives.”
Liv nodded.
“He’s on Earth,” she said.
“How?” Liam asked.
“He’s got to be listening in on our radio communications-”
“Oh, no, I got that,” Liam said. “There’s no other way the LAJC whackos could have intercepted the ATF and FBI. But how did Ares get past every defense we have on Babylon’s gate and every defense on the Cheyenne complex gate?”
Liv sprang to her feet. She started to pace back and forth before Liam, glaring at the air before her. If she noticed that she was ‘walking’ on thin air, Liam couldn’t say. Her hands went to her blue hair, tugging at it as she growled quietly.
“I don’t know!” she said. “Maybe he just flew here.”
“Flew?” Liam asked. “GPS tracking put you at three hundred KPH. Impressive, but that’d take like a thousand years. Assuming you can’t get any faster in space. Which, to be fair, you may.” He shook his head. “And Ares still has to breathe, right?”
“I don’t know!” Liv spun to face him. “Maybe he built his own gate! We did!”
“We had access to...” Liam paused.
Liv scowled. “To the Endless Mine, yeah.”
Liam’s eyes widened fractionally.
A memory flashed in his mind, from near the end of the War of the False God, when he and Brax had finally slain Sysminor.
The room had clearly been designed to do something – but someone had come through and made it into something else. A bed had been laid across a table that looked designed for conferences. A few chairs had been uprooted and placed aside, leaving room for a training dummy. A chair was planted before a flower-like pod of crystal spheres that pointed outwards in every direction. A sleek helmet of crystal wafers sat on a small pedestal, with a shield bearing a lambda leaned against the wall beside it. Beyond both of those was another door, leading into a room that held a teleport shrine.
Liam’s brow furrowed. “Sparta?”
“Ares,” Brax said.
“Ares lives in the control center of Purgatory,” Liam whispered. His palms pressed to his face. “God fucking damn it! Why didn’t I realize it before?”
Liv put her hands on her hips. “How would that help him?”
“A central command center would get reports on things,” Liam said. “I bet that’s how he knew to find the fucking Endless Mine in the first place! And when we used it to build the gate, all he’d need to do is mark down the schematics and then recreate it on his own. He has wizards and his own powers. And his gate doesn’t need to be re-usable. If it just gets him here, he can run rampant!”
Liv sighed. She floated forward and set her feet down on the edge of the roof. Wind whistled past her as she looked at her feet. Her hands rubbed on her shoulders. “Cool. We know how he got here. Or at least, we have an idea. But that doesn’t change the fact he’s here and I have no idea how to find him. He’s been learning what his new powers can do longer than I have, Liam. And he has believers now. It’s not like those, those... what did you call them?”
“Liberation Army of Jesus Christ,” Liam said.
“What a stupid fucking name,” Liv said, her face twisting. “But they’re in jail, aren’t they?”
“Awaiting trial, yeah,” Liam said.
“And they’re not going to stop worshiping Ares. They were willing to kill for him.” Liv’s tongue darted out, flicking along her lips. “They’re still a win for him.”
Liam took Liv’s hands.
“That’s not the only thing bothering you, is it?” he asked. “That’s why you’re brooding on the fucking Watergate instead of coming back to the White House.”
“Is that what this place is called?” Liv asked, then scowled at Liam’s snort. “Does it matter?”
“No, not really,” Liam said, shaking his head as he squeezed her hands. In times like this, he could forget the ways that Liv was changing. The ways that her powers had grown and altered. The ways that they had drifted apart and come back together. He could just remember the irritable girl who had tried to kill him, then make his life miserable, then became just another puzzle piece in his weird, messed up life. He smiled at her. “Come on, Liv. You saved every hostage, and took every bad guy alive. That’s enough for the President to almost forgive you for running off.”
“You said she wanted to rip me a new asshole,” Liv muttered.
“I said almost,” Liam whispered, leaning forward to playfully wiggle his eyebrows at Liv. Liv rolled her eyes while smiling.
“It’s...” Liv pulled her hands away from Liam. Liam let her float away and start to pace again. “It’s the way the kids reacted. They saw me like I was some kind of... not a god.” She shook her head. “One of them called me Captain Marvel, whatever the fuck that is.”
“She a superhero,” Liam said. “And, I guess, so are you.”
Liv snorted. “Superhero. What, like Hercules?”
“Kinda,” Liam said, nodding. “But Hercules was a Greek hero. Big flaw, tragic end, that kind of thing. A bit arrogant and self absorbed too.”
Liv shoved him and laughed. “Thanks, dipshit.”
“I said kinda!” Liam rubbed at his chest, shaking his head. “Modern superheroes are more selfless. Helping the innocent, fighting things that normal police and armies can’t, that kind of thing. Saving kittens from trees.” He smiled. “There are some movies I can show you. A lot, actually.” He paused. “At least thirty of them.”
Liv looked away, turning back to face the Potomac.
Liam stepped up to the very edge of the building. He reached out, putting his hands on her shoulders, then drew her close. His arms slipped around her and he held her in the warm, muggy evening. His nose pressed to her neck and his lips tasted a faint tang of grit and plaster. He didn’t care. His tongue darted out and he slowly licked her, squeezing her even tighter. Liv squirmed. “There’s no way I can possibly live up to that.”
“Hey, we’re used to superheroes fucking up by now,” Liam murmured softly. “Watchmen cleared the way for you and Man Of Steel reminded everyone.” He shuddered convulsively. “Ugh. I can’t believe I just compared those two things, even tangentially.”
Liv snorted, then leaned forward. She kissed him, gently, on the lips.
Then she kissed him less gently. Her tongue swept into his mouth and her legs lifted, then locked around his hips, her heels crossing over one another as she ground herself against him with a fluid, almost snake-like undulation of her spine. Her hands clutched at his shoulders and it was all Liam could do to not topple off the side of the Watergate hotel. His hands cupped and squeezed her ass and Liv broke the kiss only after Liam was sure his lungs might explode.
“What was that for?” he asked, laughing.
“Post combat adrenaline,” Liv murmured. “And because... thank you.” She flushed, looking aside. “For everything.”
She unlocked her legs, flying backwards.
“We should-”
Liam grabbed her ankle. Liv looked back at him. Liam grinned and knew that she let him drag her backwards onto the roof and into his arms.
He didn’t care.
Her legs wrapped around his hips and her mouth found his. After so many times, he knew the shape of her mouth like the back of his hand – but there was always some new marvel to feel when kissing a demigoddess. This time, it was the crackling electricity that seemed to surge from her every pore, tingling along his tongue, buzzing up and down his spine. When Liam opened his eyes, he could see that a pale light was shimmering from between her lashes. Liv kept her eyes closed, lingering in that kiss for a decadent length of time. When she did finally break, though, she wasn’t panting. Her tongue darted along her lips, leaving behind tiny flowers of electrical current.
“New trick?” Liam asked, his voice rough and ragged.
“Not sure,” Liv said, her hands going to her shirt. She started to tug it up and over her head, revealing the bra that she had been forced into by the requirements of United States culture. She grumbled, then touched the bra. It shivered, then crinkled, then fell from her body in a crumbling, caking mass. Liam laughed, having to brush the bits of crisped bra-material off her sides, leaving black smears along her pale skin.
“You could have just taken it off,” Liam said.
Liv snorted. “Then you boring pukes would have just gotten it back on me somehow. Now? Now the beast is dead.”
Liam laughed, then dove in for his attack. He kissed her neck, bit, licked, nuzzled. His lips and tongue left a trail of glistening wetness, while his teeth left tiny hickies that faded by the time he reached her nipple, sucking on her eagerly. He was able to be rough with Liv, and Liam took advantage of that. He tugged his head back, his teeth catching around her nipple as Liv hissed between clenched teeth – a pleased hiss. Liam wondered if she knew how much she sounded like Fizit at that moment.
Liv unhooked her legs and flew back. As she hovered backwards over the roof, Liam stepped after her, reaching for her. But Liv needed her space to skim down her jeans. Her thumbs hooked under the edge of her waistline, her hands splaying outwards as she smirked at Liam. Despite her eagerness, she took her time pushing her jeans down. The button strained and the zipper creaked as Liv’s hips and hands ran up against their skintight nature. The button lost. It lost hard. It pinged off across the roof like a bullet, skittering off the rooftop and bouncing off an air conditioner that thrust into the dark evening night like a looming troll.
Liv had caught her panties with her thumbs as well. As the jeans reached the midpoint of her thighs, Liam could see her moist sex. She was completely hairless there, in a way that he had never seen rivaled on Earth – Liv didn’t shave, she simply didn’t have body hair. It had never existed, and it never would. From time to time on Purgatory, Liam had missed public hair... but then he’d get a glimpse of a delicious pussy like this.
Liv kicked one leg and her jeans puddled on the rooftop as she pressed her back against the wall of an outcropping stairwell. Hovering there, she looked like a girl in a porno who had had her partner digitally edited away, leaving her splayed open and ready for some cock. Liam gulped and hurried forward. He actually had to undo the button on his pants. His finger pushed on the zipper and the faint rasp of it was lost under Liv’s eager purr.
“Come on and fuck me already, Ambassador.”
Liam’s cock sprang free from his boxers and he didn’t waste a second more. His hands gripped onto Liv’s hips, more for the pleasure of feeling her silky skin than anything else, and his cock slapped against her thighs, then ground against her sex. She felt so deliciously smooth – nearly friction-less with arousal. His cock’s head spread her lips and Liv bit her lower lip to keep her voice soft.
Liam slammed into her. Hard.
There were advantages to fucking a woman who could fly. Liam had always needed to focus both on his thrusting and his grip, every time he had fucked a girl against a wall. Unless she had her feet on the ground as well, of course. But now? Now he was able to look into Liv’s beautiful face as it twisted with the pure bliss of his cock while also focusing entirely on how he was plowing her – not needing to spare a thought for keeping her weight up onto his hands, nor how the rough surface of the wall she was being fucked against would grind against her back.
Since, after all, she was also superhumanly tough.
“Liam!” She hissed, then bit down on his shoulder, her legs locking around his hips. Her body undulated, moving with a snake-like grace as she started to use her flight to not only keep herself up, but to actually fuck back against him. As her legs tightened, and he felt the pure strength that radiated in those limbs, Liam experienced a thrill that he hadn’t felt in quite some time.
Fucking Meg often reminded him that she could bend bronze with her bare hands.
But Meg had been born that strong.
She had enough control to squeeze him from tip to balls with just enough pressure to give Liam knee-melting orgasms.
Liv had started off as a demigoddess and progressed. She was something new now.
And Liam had no idea if she could control that when…
Well.
Orgasming.
Don’t think of Superman, don’t think of Superman, don’t think of Superman, Liam thought as he thrust. Liv’s cunt clenched on his member as if it was a fist, squeezing and trapping him as her juices dripped along his balls and started to patter onto the rooftop. Her whole body quivered as she nuzzled against his neck and the feeling of danger mingled with the pleasure of feeling her orgasm – pushing Liam over his own edge. He thrust deep enough to hilt himself inside of her, his balls clenching taut. He spurted into her, filling her to the brim. Soon, her juices were joined by his cum, adding to the soft drip drip drip sound that filled the air as the two looked into one another’s eyes, panting heavily.
“I needed that,” Liv panted.
“Always happy to serve,” Liam said, grinning.
“So...” Liv closed her eyes. “Oh. Right. There was something else that I wanted to ask you before we get to the White House.”
Liam smiled. The last time they had shared a moment like this, the question had been something unexpectedly tender from Liv. Liam wasn’t entirely sure if he gave good advice when it came to squishy emotions and romantic feelings – but since his gut had led him to a wife, several semi-permanent lovers, and a massive string of one-off flings, he supposed that he wasn’t completely hopeless when it came to the emotional advice angle.
“Who the fuck is Sun Wukong?” Liv asked, her brow furrowing.
Liam blinked at her.
“I beg your what now?” he asked.
“You know. Annoyingly smug. Kinda cute. Has a staff, magic flying cloud.” Liv shrugged, rolling her head back to rest against the wall. “I thought the Ancients nabbed all the gods, but I guess they missed some.”
Liam gaped at her.
“Liam?” Liv opened an eye.
Liam continued to gape at her.
Liv sighed, looking irritating. “Liam, close your mouth, or I’ll stick my cock in it.”
Liam closed his mouth before remembering Liv didn’t have a cock.