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Lo-fi hip-hop drifted from the open kitchen door, along with the smell of roasting chicken. Barefoot footsteps sounded back and forth on the tile -plap, plap, plap- and a contented humming that faded in and out with the melody of the music. Casual and unconscious.

You edged closer to the door, feet silent on the thick hallway carpet, and put your eye to the crack in the door.

Hawks had his back to you, wearing low-slung sweatpants and little else, save a watch with a leather strap. He turned his wrist to look at the latter, checking the time. He bent to peer into the oven, enormous scarlet wings flaring slightly to adjust his balance. He moved unconsciously, unaware he was being watched.

A slow, wicked smile curved your lips. Target acquired.

You waited until he was pulling the tray from the oven and clattering it onto the stovetop before you risked opening the door. You slipped inside, edging along the wall. Hawks grabbed the tongs, turning over the breaded chicken drumsticks and nuggets. He reached behind himself to scratch at the back of his neck.

You slunk forward, flexing your fingers in preparation.

Hawks reached up to open a cupboard.

You drew your hand back.

He pulled out two plates and set them down.

Your hand whipped forward.

Your slap made solid contact with Hawks’s ass, bouncing off the firm left cheek.

Fwump.

Startled, his wings spread wide to crowd the kitchen, feathers fluffing up in shock. He turned to look over his shoulder with wide eyes, tufted eyebrows rising. He blinked once, twice, then chuffed a laugh.

He folded his wings back, preening the feathers flat. A cheeky half-grin.

‘Where did you come from, pidge? That’s sexual harassment, y'know.’

'You love it. Gimme some chicken.’

He tsked, draping a wing around your shoulders and using it to drag you into his side. 'Gimme some sugar first.’

'Sugar’s bad for birds.’

He stopped your retorts with a short kiss. A sharp pinch to your ass made you squawk, indignant. He popped a chicken nugget into your open mouth, smirking.

'Now you really are a pain in my ass, pidge.’