Late Night Talking // HuskerDust fanfic

Part 4

the next day, Angel comes down from his room for his breakfast, still dressed in his clothes from last night.
He wakes Husk up by tapping his shoulder,
"Mornin' Husky-poo~" Angel greets, while Husk groans while getting up from behind the bar, yet again with a hangover.
"What do 'ya want so early? shit," Husk says, while reading the apple-shaped clock on the wall.
Husk was right, it was pretty early, even for Angel, who got up first everyday.
"I jus' wanted to thank ya for the fun time last night" Angel says teasingly.
"You act like we did more then me chasing you." Husk grunts.
"Oh, but didn't you want to~?" Angel asks, while leaning across the bar counter to touch Husk's face.
Husk blushed a little, but then gave him the middle finger.
"Okay, but seriously, that's the most fun I've had since gettin' in this circus of a crappy hotel." Angel admits, as he sits down on a stool, giving Husk more personal space.

...

"I liked it too.." Husk almost whispers, but enough that they both hear.

Theres a bit of silence between the two, but not necessarily awkward silence,
More of an understanding silence.

"Sex on the Beach?" Husk says, breaking their silence as they hear footsteps approaching.
"Oh, I'd love to~" Angel teases again, as Charlie and Vaggie walk into the lobby.
"Do 'you want the fuckin' drink or no?" Husk asks, as he facepalms and his hand pulls on his face.
"'course, Husky baby~" Angel winks.
Husk rolls his eyes, and gives a slight smile to himself.

Soon after, everyone files in and gets some breakfast.

**

"Angel, have you gotton Husk's outfit done yet?" Charlie says, while chewing a sandwich that Vaggie got her for breakfast.
"'Nah, not yet, but I did get a lot done last night. I was kept up thinking about Husk~" Angel replies
"That is quite enough detail, my effeminate fellow!" Alastor chimes in.
"Well, we need it done by the party, so keep up the good work!" Charlie says, giving a thumbs up.

** time skip- dinner time**

Angel was in the kitchen, wearing his usual attire, but with an apron on that said "Kiss The Chef".

That night, Angel had planned to make ravioli for everyone, and he knew the recipe by heart.
While Angel had started to add the ingredients to the sauce, he heard someone come in the kitchen.

"'jeez, dinner will be ready in a fucking hour, stop asking-" Angel said, while turning around to see  Husk. (not Niffty, like he thought).

"Uh hey-" Husk started, then cursed under his breath. "If you ever need me to, uh, y'know... help with that outfit.. I'm free whenever to come over." Husk tried to cover his face.
Angel tried not to laugh.
"Oh alright, well if that's the case, then I need you tonight, in my room" Angel said, pretending to buy the excuse.
"Oh- uh- alright, sure-" Husk said, while sort of stumbling out of the kitchen. He was definitely drunk.
Angel happily put the lid on the soup pot and returned to making the filling.

**time skip-that night**

In Angel's room, he decided he wouldn't try to scare away Husk again with the whole get-up he did last time. So tonight he changed into a hot pink crop-top and black skirt. (With of course, his iconic boots.)
Angel felt safe with husk, so he didn't feel he needed to fully sexualize himself.
Infact, Angel loved dressing in comfy clothes! When no one but Cherri Bomb would visit him, he's always loved staying comfortable.
But most people couldn't see that.
He felt safer around people if they just saw him as a one-dimensional slut.

Then, there was a knock at the door.

writers note-> SORRY IF THIS ONE WAS SHORT IM RUNNING ON NO SLEEP AND MY BATTERY IS AT 10%
also i put in a bit of angst 🤏 hope u like it (next might be a bit angsty and a bit horny idk mayb fluff u never know)