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“I’ll take somethin’ direct… if yer offerin’, handsome…”
The bar's backsplash lighting created an aura around Husk's frame, highlighting the aroused shifting of his fur.
"And what'll ya have, Miss?" the bartender pressed, glowing eyes wandering the spider's form shamelessly.
“Okay… I gotta know… do we gotta give you regular flea treatments or…?”
The silence was loud a beat after Molly had asked her riling question. The bartender fixed her with eyes that shone warning - a look that would have terrified any other sinner whose finger he was wrapped around.
With a jarring clink, Husk set down the glass he had been polishing. Leveling his face with the young spider’s, Husk took her by the jaw and held her gaze.
“It’s a good thing your smart moutha yours is so pretty, doll. Last person who asked me dumb shit like that learned the hard way.” A claw swiped over Molly’s lower lip before he added, “in short, no.”
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An ear twitched in Molly’s direction, detecting every ounce of innuendo dripping from her juice-stained mouth. In a particularly bold move, Husk spun back to face his favorite patron, cupped the back of her head, and drew her into a kiss.
Their lips vibrated from the smug bartender’s purr. Greedy as ever, Husk swiped a tongue against his spider’s mouth, delving deeper when permitted. With every sensual lap, the feline stole more of the sweet cherry flavor, relishing the delicious silence.
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That simple touch was enough to set Husk's claws tensing against the countertop. If he hadn't practically pierced the stone, there was no telling where that hand would be now...
His pupils dilated just long enough for Molly to register the desire radiating from them before they had thinned to a predatory slit.
"Go to your room, Molly," Husk demanded, low and as calm as he could muster. "Wait for me there." He left no room for argument, his order absolute.
Actively drooling about the silver streaks.
With a knowing smirk, Husk reached out to cup Molly’s cheek, a claw gently swiping her saliva away.
“Like whatcha see, doll?”
*noogies aggresively* and anonymously totally anonymously
Husk was prepared to break the hand mussing his fur...until he caught a whiff of familiar perfume.
Molly.
It was easy to forgive her transgression, even if it did take a moment to sort himself out.
"Keep it up and see what happens, sweetheart," he challenged.
“You’ve got something on your cheek”
That was the oldest trick in the book.
The two were baking in the hotel's kitchen, measuring out ingredients and lining them up beside a stand-mixer. Husk had just scooped up a cup of flour and was about 80% certain Molly was about to smear the white powder over his dark fur.
He was prepared for the likelihood of a counter-attack.
"That so?" he prompted, arching a brow while wiping his hands clean.
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“Why’d I fight’cha, huh?” Husk leaned into Molly’s touch, deepening the pleasant scritch of nails beneath his greying fur. “Seems like we both get what we want this way.”
Drooping eyelids curtained the golden glow of Husk’s eyes as he fell into an even deeper trance of comfort and security. Molly was an angel - literally. He didn’t think a lowlife conman like him would ever deserve the love of a girl like her. Then again, from the day he was first summoned to the Hazbin Hotel, everything in his afterlife had shifted for - dare he say it? - the better.
Maybe, for once, he could allow himself to savor this sliver of heaven?
