as he walked them to the kitchen, angel felt like she wouldn’t mind staying like that forever, in hudson’s arms, his hands on her, feeling warm and cared for by him. "i think more pleasure than security though," she pointed out just before he admitted he loved her ass. "best ass ever, if i can say so," she winked at him, a playful smirk on her lips. as he set her on the counter, she wasn’t quite ready to let go of him yet, her legs still loosely wrapped around him. she noticed the shift in his breathing as she pressed her lips to his neck, and she couldn’t help but enjoy the reaction she caused. when he leaned against the counter, keeping her close, she smirked. "vandalizing? i think some people would call that art," she whispered. as he pulled back slightly, she tilted her head, still smiling. "just yet? are you already planning your next tattoo?" she teased, the playful glint still in her eyes, she liked knowing what crossed his mind, especially when it came to the body she practically worshipped at this point. as he moved toward the fridge, she let out a soft sigh, almost wishing the moment would stretch a little longer. at his words, she tapped her chin with her maroon-painted nails. "you convinced me with the whole licking the icing spoon thing," she smiled. "i want cupcakes," she nodded. "i can’t say no to something sweet… or spicy, i’m not picky," she added with a grin. "and i can’t help you? i just sit here… or do i get to be a little distracting?"
Hudson moved like he owned every inch of the space, because he did, and it showed in the easy confidence of his stride, the way his hands lingered on her like he had all the time in the world. At her comment, he let out a low chuckle, eyes dragging over her with slow appreciation. “Oh, it’s definitely pleasure,” he said smoothly, voice dipped in amusement. “Security’s just a bonus when you get with me.” Her wink only earned a smirk in return, his grip tightening just slightly at her praise. When she stayed wrapped around him, he didn’t rush her off, in fact, he leaned into it, letting the moment stretch, letting her feel exactly how much he liked having her there. Her lips at his neck pulled a quieter, sharper breath from him, and his hands slid along her thighs in response, steady but deliberate. “Art, huh?” he murmured back, voice dropping. “Guess that makes me an artist, then. Might have to sign my work properly next time.” His eyes flicked to hers, playful, suggestive without saying too much. At her teasing about the next tattoo, he huffed a soft laugh, shaking his head as he pulled back just enough to look at her properly. “Oh, I’m always planning something,” he said, tone light but edged with intent. When he finally stepped toward the fridge, it wasn’t without one last brush of his hand against her leg, like he couldn’t quite resist. He glanced over his shoulder at her as she decided on cupcakes, lips curving. “Sweet and spicy, yeah?” he mused. “I can work with that.” Her last question made him pause, leaning casually against the counter, arms folding as he looked her over again, slow, deliberate, like he was deciding something. Then he smirked. “Oh, you can help,” he said, voice warm with teasing confidence. “But I’ve got a feeling you’re better at being distracting.” Hudson turned away with a quiet smirk still playing on his lips, like he hadn’t lost an ounce of control even as the energy between them lingered. He moved around the kitchen with ease, grabbing what he needed without hesitation, flour from the cupboard, sugar, eggs, butter, setting everything out. A slow, playful smirk spread across his face. “So,” he said, stepping closer, voice dropping just enough to feel intentional, “you gonna let me feed you the icing or are you gonna misbehave and do it solo?"













