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An Angel loses its 🪽 |Kevin

"Ah!" You winced, feeling his beard scratch up between your thighs.

"S' wrong sugar?" Kevin looked up from his meal and breathed hard.

"Nothing, It's just your beard... it- !!" You jerked, feeling his fingers replace his mouth.

He was an awful, horrible man to treat you this way! But you loved him all the same.

That's what you told yourself anyway.

It had to have been a day, maybe two, since he'd heard your complaint about how itchy and scratchy his beard was. Sometimes, it tickled your face when you kissed him. But it wasn't too bad, even if his beard could feel like one of those stainless steel scrubby thingy.

So the scream you let out when he entered the kitchen that day had made Margie spill her tea.

"KEVIN!?"

crash!

"My tea!" Margie whined. Flicking semi warm tea off her hands and skirt.

"Damn, yah, sure, got some lungs on yah! Waashu wong?" He asked through your hands, squishing his cheeks. His beard-less cheeks.

He was smooth.

Baby bottom smooth!

There wasn't even a bit of side burn left! It was gone all gone!

"Honey! Your face! Why did you shave it!?"

He smiled and took your hand to kiss the back of your knuckles,"Yah, like? Thought I'd go smooth fer a while, yah know? Show yah how a real man eats."

You were in shambles. You couldn't believe he shaved his beard off!

"I need to sit down." You slumped in the nearest chair just as William had come around the corner.

"What's with the yelling,____? I could hear you from all the way - POPS?!" The rugby star jaw dropped," I don't bloody believe it! You shaved off the old whiskers, ay?!"

"I figured 'ts time tah let the rest'O mah face get some sunlight!" He laughed as William patted him on the back.

" Maybe I should go smooth, too? What do you think ____? ....____?"

You'd lost the will to live. Laying on the couch, you tossed your arm over your eyes. Mellodramatic as always and cried.

"Awww, come now, sugar. It ain't so bad," he waved goodbye to William and scooped you up from the couch to carry you outside,"Sides, now I can really get yer legs over mah ears." And there was nothing more enjoyable than wearing your thighs as earmuffs.

Once outside, he waved down Ganji and Qi. She was showing him more techniques on how to use her bamboo staff.

"How yall doing?"

Ganji used his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face as Qi, sitting down under a tree, cross legged, nodding in a quiet greeting.

"Hey- Woah! Who the hell are you?!"

"'Ts me boy! Put the damn stick down!"

Ganji squinted at him. Like he didn't believe him. Watching his every move even with you in his arms.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked, poking your cheek with the staff. You swatted it away but he just coming back again and again,"hehe. Ooop! Almost had it! Oop! Close! I- Hey! Ow! Ow!! Ok I get it!"

Qi easily swipped her staff from him and hit his back and butt a few times with it.

Joining the three on the ground. Ganji tilted his head,"You look like you, but not you at the same time."

"Maybe yah should grow one too, I see the stubble coming in. I'll teach yah how ta take care'o it."

Sitting up in his lap, you looked over at ganji, then grabbed his face and tilted it up," Yeah, he does have some baby hairs coming in."

"Ack, let go! You smell like grass!"

Now annoyed, you pulled a hair out.

"Ow!"

"Who are you calling smelly!? Qi! Let me borrow your stick!"

Qi shook her head," it is not a stick. This is a well crafted retractable- hey! Return that at once!" She nearly tripped overself trying to get up. Taking Kevin's hand to help herself up as she ran after you, who was chasing Ganji around the yard.

"Take it back!"

"As if!"

Kevin smiled, watching the playful banter under the shade of the large oak tree.