Southern-Fried Ranting

[crawler_kid]

Angel was mad as a wet hen when she came home, several hours earlier than she should have.  With school out, she was working more shifts at the gym, and shouldn't have needed a pick up until later.  Instead, she'd taken the bus part of the way, and then bamfed the rest of the way back

She slammed the door, hard, as she came inside.

"Why those lousy swamp rats, I have half a mind to..."

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[sonoflongshot]

Aiden paused and then turned around. "Angel. No getting me in trouble. I don't want to have to sit through a 'you wear pants in the kitchen' lecture again."

Once was enough. Even though it was tempting to go sans pants to make her feel better.

[crawler_kid]

Angel giggled a little. "Aw, okay, Sugah. Ah can get you in trouble later, Ah reckon."

[sonoflongshot]

Aiden wagged his finger at her, but his hearts weren't really in it. If she were distracted from the bad news, he decided that was good enough. Though he did get a little squinty-eyed at her.

"You're very good at getting me in trouble. I will have to be on my guard."

[crawler_kid]

"Have to be a pretty good guard. Ah am real good at it and all."

[sonoflongshot]

"Cedric!" Aiden marched back toward Angel and the dog she was holding. He looked down at the slightly confused looking Scottie.

"You will have to by my guard. I'm not good at it, and Angel is insidious. What with her sexy tail and everything."

[crawler_kid]

Cedric titled his head to the side. "Ruff?"

"Ah'm sure Cedric will be a good guard," Angel said.

[sonoflongshot]

He skritched behind Cedric's ears.

"He better." Which sounded as menacing as a bowl of strawberry fluff.

"Wait. Where was I going?" He was supposed to do something after getting tight pants on. His train had stopped mid-track thinking about what Angel could do with that sexy tail and all.

[crawler_kid]

"Somethin' about pants," Angel said. "And then somethin' about cookin' or cuddlin'?"

[sonoflongshot]

He snapped his fingers. "Right! Tight pants and fried chicken. It's terribly Southern, I hear."

He grinned cheekily and turned on his heel to go get chef tight pantsed up.

[crawler_kid]

Angel gave Cedric a little squeeze. "Mmm-mmm-mmm. Hate to see him go, but love to watch him leave."

[sonoflongshot]

It didn't take Aiden long to get dressed. He changed out of what he was wearing into a tank top and his best pair of tight, leather pants. He forewent shoes and padded back out toward the kitchen.

"Tah dah!"

[crawler_kid]

Angel let out an appreciative whistle. "Lookin' good, Sugah."

[sonoflongshot]

He grinned. "Just hope the look isn't ruined by an apron."

He could and occasionally did get messy in the kitchen. Though he cleaned it up well after.

[crawler_kid]

"Naw," Angel said. "The view from behind's still nice."

[sonoflongshot]

"Good." He clapped his hands together and then rubbed his palms. He headed over to the fridge. And when he bent over, he made sure Angel had quite the view.

[crawler_kid]

Angel stifled a giggle. Aiden did such a good job taking care of her sometimes. And sometimes, she really needed it.

They'd get through this. Somehow.