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Two seats were empty at the dining table that morning.
“Where’s Angel?” Vaggie huffed. “I know he likes to be fashionably late in the mornings, but this is ridiculous!”
“He’s not a morning person, why are ya forcing him to be one?” Cherri snarked, mouth full.
“Discipline, my dear, is essential to self-betterment,” Alastor lectured, pinching Cherri's lips shut. “I wish I could cite Husker as an example of that, but, alas, he seems to have lapsed today too. It just goes to show the futility of this endeavour–”
“Gee, the spider and the bartender, making eyes at each other for weeks, and now absent at morning roll call.” Lucifer said dryly from behind a stack of freshly baked pancakes. “Wonder why that could be.”
Charlie, who had been downcast just a moment ago at Alastor’s disparagement and the absence of two of her friends, dropped her cutlery with a clatter and squealed. “Omigosh. OMIGOSH!!” She leaped up onto her chair and nearly knocked over her plate - and Vaggie’s too. “DAD DO YOU THINK THEY’RE-?”
“Please.” Alastor’s smile was strained. “Do not entertain the idea of Husker engaging carnally with our resident harlot–”
“No no, Charlie, please, keep going.” Lucifer had a truly wicked grin on his face. “Take it from me, I think it’s more than likely that they’re biz-zay up there.”
Alastor’s eye - the one with the monocle - twitched.
Niffty giggled. “Ohhh, they must be getting up to some BAD BOY THINGS!!”
“¡Dios mío.” Vaggie buried her head in her hands and groaned.
“Umm,” Charlie stuttered, blushing. “I meant more from a, uh – romantic – point of view, Niffty? That they’re - in a relationship! I mean, we shouldn’t assume that they’re… having… sex.” She attempted to pat the Radio Demon’s shoulder consolingly, he evaporated into shadows and left her struggling for balance. “They could just be sleeping in! Or cuddling, or canoodling –”
“Get real, Your Highness,” Cherri drawled, “of course they’re rootin’ up there. All I can say is good on Angie!”
By now Niffty was cackling maniacally. “I know Angel likes handcuffs and gags and harnesses, he wears those a lot in his movies,” she jabbered, oblivious to everyone else’s discomfort; she pulled out a notebook and started frantically jotting down ideas. “And - oh, the things I could tell you about Husk; he likes to have his WAY! He gets GRUMPY! He likes to use his CLAWS! I kind of wish he’d punished me that sort of way when I messed up his drinks cabinet that one time.” She sighed dreamily. “They’re made for each other…”
“Cuore mio, noooo, come baaaack.”
Four slender arms slunk over Husk’s shoulders and under his arms, wrapped around his chest, and pulled him back into bed.
“Aren’t’cha hungry? Breakfast started an hour ago.” Husk chuffed. “I could bring us breakfast in bed? Would only be gone a minute.”
“Nuh-uh. You’re not going anywhere, mistah,” Angel pouted, and booped the cat on the nose.
“Alright, alright,” Husk chuckled, and kissed the spider slowly, softly, tenderly. Angel returned the kiss, spooning into Husk’s side. It wasn’t sexual, merely sensual, and yet it was everything the both of them could want.
“But tell me if ya need anything,” the cat purred when their lips finally parted.
Angel’s smile was blinding. “I got it all right here, baby.”