Clipped Wings

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June 20th

Finnegan opened god knows how many cupboards searching for something to cook for dinner. Usually he just called out for Margaret but she had the day off because it was her birthday. But Finnegan knew she was probably lying as she hated working for him unless he was showering her with money. Something simple he kept muttering under his breathe.

"Pasta is simple right?" Finnegan muttered to himself hoping Harper couldn't hear.

She was sat in the living room saying she was picking a movie for the two of them to watch but in reality she was secretly watching an older series of Love island on Finnegan's Netflix to wind him up. Carefully he walked over to the kitchen door shutting it to stop Harper from hearing what he was about to do.

"Alexa. What is a simple dinner recipe?" Finnegan shouts out placing his hand on his hip in annoyance as Alexa has some long ass paragraph before telling him a recipe.

"Recipe for Spaghetti Bolognese. Just say next when you are ready for the steps." Alexa spit back at him in her metallic voice Finnegan rolls his eyes as the kitchen door creaks open.

"Alexa Stop. Stupid bitch acting like I am an idiot. I can cook." Finnegan talks to himself as something comes flying over his head. Panicked he picks up the knife to the right of him.

"You may want to wear this if you're cooking. Keeps your clothes clean as I assume you are a messy cook. Also if you don't want me to know you don't know how to cook piece of advise don't ask Alexa she is connected to your whole house." Harper suggests as Finnegan's cheeks turn a slight pink hue out of embarrassment but he said it was because it was warm in his kitchen.

Harper ties the back of the apron for him. Heading to the fridge and cupboards Harper effortlessly got out all the ingredients for a spaghetti bolognese. Placing them in front of a dumbfound Finnegan who looked in front of him and just saw random pieces of food that couldn't possibly make a dinner.

"Does the charming and charismatic Finnegan Ridley need help making a Spag bowl?" Harper questions taking the piss out of him as Finnegan swats her away with his hand.

"Go away. I can cook. You just tell me what to do and I can do it." Finnegan states obviously trying to keep his masculinity intact not letting Harper take the piss out of the fact it was clear he couldn't cook.

The moment Harper got an apron for herself from her cupboard made it obvious even if he tried to stay as cool as a cucumber.

"You're telling me after all the many male and female callers you have had over the years you have never once cooked a meal for any of them." Harper questions as she hears a piercing sound a scream and the sound of water going every where.

Harper immediately thought he had cut his hand with the knife what she didn't expect was Finnegan to turn around looking like he had just murdered someone his white shirt not white anymore. Bursting out laughing at the sight of him looking like he had tried to Cosplay as Norman Bates.

"You didn't just stab the tomatoes with a knife did you. There is a ring pull on the top for a reason." Harper questions in-between laughs as Finnegan nods his face matching the colour or the tomatoes that surrounded it.

Picking up the wash cloth that was hanging over the handle of his over she began to wipe his face as Finnegan pouted hating the fact that he was being babied by Harper. All she did was laugh her hand shaking as she tried her best to clean him up.

"I mean I don't know what I expected you're a murderous dark angel of course you're going to stab the tin instead of doing it the right way. Stick to Uber eats Finnegan. Umm you finish cleaning the crime scene up and I'll get started on the actual dinner." Harper suggests and he nods taking the wash cloth from her hand as she began to boil a pot of water for the pasta.

Throwing the pasta in the pot she began to stir it leaving it for a second to start to peel and chop the onion she was going to brown to give flavour to the mince meat of the sauce. Putting her head in the crook of her arm the moment her knife pierced the surface of the round shiny devil. Turning to look at Finnegan.

"Finn I know it sounds stupid but does onion or garlic do anything to .... dark" harper's voice trails off as she fully looks at Finnegan.

Stood in front of her his shirt on the side next to him clearly not knowing how to do washing either Harper thought. His muscles toned and defined no wonder he hardly did up his shirt more than two buttons. The tattoo she saw the other day on full display a black feather. How boring of him but also it suited him. Her mouth almost fell open in shock.

"Done Staring Clancy? Dinner isn't going to cook itself. She is a pervy angel who knew. Actually I could tell most of the pure angels I have been with have been such prudes. Great sex don't get me wrong but takes a while to get going you know. So I usually just kill them afterwards so I don't have to think about them wanting to do it again. One and Done Ridley you know." Finnegan rambles in his usual fashion as Harper turns away from him abruptly focusing on chopping the onion even if her eyes were streaming heavily.

"I was not ... I thought you would have gone to shower the evidence of your failure off and as for me being a pervy angel fuck you. Oh my god I just swore without wanting to convulse what have you done with me." Harper says chopping the onion into small cubes.

"You my dear have had your first taste of being a bad angel. Oh futue te ipsi to you too. Little Miss I can cook and I am gonna make you feel like shite because of it." Finnegan replies as Harper frowns not turning away from the onion knowing Finnegan was still shirtless in the kitchen as he being the most conceited person she knew liked to show off everything about himself and if given the opportunity to have his top off he was going to run with it.

"Oh and Clancy that... " Finnegan starts as he leans out of the kitchen door way but Harper holds her hand up to stop him.

"Fuck you I know I am not stupid Finnegan and I find it ever so endearing you are using the latin version of the profanity to make me feel better. As I getter naughtier it seems dear Ridley you are becoming softer by the second." Harper jokes as Finnegan huffs and puffs at Harper.

"I am not getting soft. You .. You Matris futuor !" Finnegan exclaims storming upstairs as Harper laughs to herself continuing to cook dinner.