darker_london | Christmas Bath! (Deirdre, Flynn and Liam) (Reply)

It was Christmas morning, and Deirdre was still sore that Peter had gone to Spain instead of hosting his normal 'Christmas for everyone' party like he had the previous two years. That party meant so much to Deirdre. It meant everyone had a place to go. He usually threw the party on Christmas Eve, and then Deirdre spent Christmas morning with her mother, and this year both her mother and Peter were gone and she was not happy about it.

So she was taking a bubble bath. A bubble bath of spite and christmas scents. Evey had gotten her special bath stuff, just in case Deirdre felt like smelling like a candy cane. Oddly enough, she did. She was leaning back against the wall of the tub, drifting in and out of her annoyed thoughts when the door opened and Flynn walked right on in. Deirdre picked her head up and she grinned at him, because the look of shock slowly crossing Flynn's face was priceless. "Welcome back to London!" Deirdre cried happily from the tub.

"I uh...." Flynn squeaked and then quickly he averted his eyes. "Renee just told me you were up here, I didn't know you were in the bath! I thought you were cleaning it!" That sounded like Deirdre. It would be a gift to clean on Christmas day..."

"Flynn, honey, we had sex. I've seen your dinglydoo. I think we're past squealing and eye-hiding stage." Deirdre sat up more, just as Flynn uncovered his eyes and as the water level receded, she was dangerously close to baring her breasts to him completely.

"Huhh....yeah." Was Flynn's incredibly sophisticated response. "I uh...came to say hey."

Deirdre grinned again. Flynn was so cute. "I'm glad you're back. Did you have a good vacation with Quinn's family?"

"It was a good time. Eamon's better. Quinn's dad ignored me but that's okay and I really can't concentrate on small talk with you all naked in there..."

"I'm soaking in my own spite." Deirdre readily admitted.

Flynn's look was suspicious. "That's not slang for piss is it?"

Deirdre laughed and then she sat up completely, baring her upper half. "No! I'm just not having the best Christmas ever. You being back does help, though."

"Jesus." Flynn hissed, seemingly terribly interested in his shoes. His face flushed red and he started jittering his leg around. "I can wait for you-"

"You can be such a prude." Deirdre said fondly. It was true, which was strange, considering the things Flynn had gotten up to in his lifetime. But he like to consider himself a gentleman. Oogling one of his closest friends wasn't something he was terribly in to. He didn't want to objectify her. Deirdre, on the other hand, would never have felt objectified by Flynn even if he did stare. "You know what they say about prudes, don't you?"

"Er...no?"

"They get wet." Deirdre said mischievously and then she reached out, lightning quick and she pulled him into the bath, soaking him completely.

"Augh, noooo! You're naked!! Help!"

Deirdre giggled as Flynn splashed water all over the floor and the walls, trying to get away from her. "You say that as if you've never seen it before!" Deirdre cried, amused.

"I never saw you naked and evil before!" Flynn bellowed, but then he gave up the fight and he rested there, sprawled out in the water, his arse sitting on Deirdre's stomach. "Actually, this is kind of comfy...."

"You could use my boobs as a cup holder." Deirdre suggested.

Flynn turned to her and he gave her a withering look. "I will have my revenge, you militant queen."

"I'm sure you will, ex-militant soldier boy."

"Oi! Low blow! So this is what you get up to on Christmas, is it?" Flynn raised an eyebrow. "Remind me to pass next year."

"Actually..." Deirdre looked apologetic then. "Hey, Flynn? Can you come with me to...can you come with me to see my dad?" Now that she had pulled him into the bathtub and soaked him...

Flynn wasn't one to hold a grudge really, so he nodded at once. "Of course, Deirdre. Long as I can change. Are you...will it be okay? To see him?"

Deirdre nodded. "It usually is."

"Well...I'll be with you." Flynn splashed about again, working himself out of the tub without slipping on the floor to his death. He looked back at her and smiled. "I'll be back soon, okay?"

Deirdre nodded. "Okay.

And Flynn kept to his word. He was back, in dry clothes, long before Deirdre was ready. She had to finish her bath, and dry her hair and dress and clean the bathroom. And Flynn never complained. They walked towards Deirdre's father's house, hand-in-hand though they were silent for once. Flynn knew Deirdre's history with her father. That he had been a demon who had beat her. But he wasn't a demon anymore. He was a vampire who actually got his act together. But sometimes, the past stained the future and things between Deirdre and Liam Gallagher were never anything less than strained.

Deirdre knocked on the door and it was answered almost immediately by the red-haired man who was looking much healthier these days than he had for quite some time. Now that he knew how to look after himself. "Deirdre." Liam smiled warmly, but the expression looked ill-at-ease on his face, as if he were unused to making it and unsure as to it's execution. "Merry Christmas. I didn't expect you."

"I know. I'm full of surprises." Deirdre waited until Liam stepped aside and then she led Flynn into Liam's small flat. "This is my friend-"

"Ah, Malachy Flynn. I've seen him play at your concerts. Nice to meet you." Liam shook Flynn's hand.

"Likewise, Sir." Flynn said, hoping his lack of social skills wasn't incredibly apparent.

"I just wanted to stop in, really. I uhm...I wanted you to know the threat to London's gone now. Everything will be okay." Deirdre shuffled her feet in Liam's thick carpet. "And I got you a present." She reached into her bag and she handed him a long box.

"Oh, Deirdre..." Liam opened it quickly and he smiled when he discovered the beautiful tie in the box. He wasn't a business man anymore, but he still liked to look like one. "Thank you. I...I didn't-"

"No, it's okay." Deirdre was well aware her father had no money nowadays. She had plenty. And she didn't really want gifts from him. She wanted a father, and that was the one thing Liam Gallagher wasn't really suited to give. No matter how hard he tried. "I just wanted to see you on Christmas." With Flynn there. For protection.

"I'm glad you came." Liam said, and he meant it. "Can I get you some coffee?"

"I'll make it," Deirdre said quickly. She moved into the kitchen to make coffee so they had something to do when the conversation lagged, and a timeframe for when they could escape to the Littletons. But, at least, she had made an effort.