#Kitgado

[atonalginger]

It's Snippet Sunday! I know this because @fangbangerghoul tagged me and thank you for that. I'm trying out a new banner I put together, trying to spruce up the posts.

Today's snippet is from The Ranger and the Deputy. Still working away on the mini case intermission before act 3 and the ranger questline picks up.

I'm going to toss it under a cut to save dashboard scrolling, there is a brief hint of spice (some touching) but the two small scenes are not spicy on purpose.

Diego had repeated that stupid knock of his four times now as he stood at the front door. Kitty had grabbed a fresh towel an slipped into the bathroom to start the shower while Delgado reluctantly pulled his pants and undershirt back on and went to answer the door. A very vocal part of Del’s mind wanted to pop Diego for the intrusion but it wouldn’t undo the loss of their tender moment.

He didn’t know what had compelled him to ask that of her but the way his name rolled off her tongue filled him with a warmth and happiness he hadn’t felt in a long time. Which frightened him as he thought about it. Diego knocked a fifth time, each fist strike filled with agitation.

Del threw the door open and snarled at his fellow ranger, “someone better be fucking dying, Diego.”

“Not yet,” Diego leaned against the door frame, “but the way a friend of yours from Neon is acting, people might soon.”

“What?” Delgado glared at Diego, his hand still on the door, wanting to slam it shut.

“The Weasel showed up in the Rock begging for someone to throw them in a cage. Says they’ll only talk to you so Blake told me to come get you. It’s not like them to leave Neon so Blake figured it was serious.”

Del closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose, trying not to scream. Blake was right, it was serious. Reed wasn’t supposed to leave Neon per the terms of their probation. And for all the shit they got into, the Weasel wasn’t stupid, it was why they worked so well together.

“Give me ten minutes and I’ll be back in the Rock to see the little shit,” Del rubbed his temple.

“Blake wants you to being Kitty along, good training opportunity,” Diego said.

“Ten minutes.”

--

“What did Diego want?” Kitty asked as Del stepped under the water with her. Her hair was full of suds as she massaged her scalp, her eyes closed and head tilted back.

“We’re being called back into work. One of my people in Neon showed up in the Rock begging for a cell and Blake wants us to talk to him.” Del rubbed on her body, cupping her breasts and bum before setting about washing his own hair.

“Why can’t one of them talk to him?” Kitty asked as she rinsed her hair.

“Reed is very particular about who they deals with. We have a long history so they’ll only speak with me.” Del explained, “it happens when you deal with folks like this. Trust is hard earned and not every ranger works the same.”

“If that’s the case then why am I getting called in?” she asked.

Del could hear her squirt bodywash into her hand and then her touch on his chest. He stifled a moan and cursed their need to hurry; he wanted to pin her to the shower wall and take her so badly, risk of slipping on the tile be damned.

“Blake wants you helping,” Del explained, “this will be a good learning opportunity for you.”

“And this can’t wait till the morning because?” he could hear her irritation. She gave him a couple playful strokes before turning to rinse her body. Clearly she had other ideas as well.

“This person is not supposed to be traveling, them showing up means they skipped town and will have Neon security hunting them. Coming directly to us means there’s a problem that can’t wait, otherwise they’d have just sent me a slate.”

“What do you think is the problem?” she asked as she smoothed condition into her hair.

“For Reed to flee town?” Del sighed through his nose, “It would mean either their boss is dead or is planning something stupid.”

“Who is his boss?”

“Luca Episcopo,” Del traded places with her to rinse his hair and body, “insists he be called The Bishop by most in Neon because the man doesn’t have a single clever bone in his body. He manages a bar his father owns in Ebbside and oversees a smuggling ring on the side. They run guns and hooch.”

“Oversee?” Kitty asked, “Who’s actually in charge then?”

“Ah, you picked that up,” he smiled, “Reed does. Luca is a lazy shit who delegates everything to other people. Just like his old man. So the head bartender actually runs Boleo and Reed runs the smuggling operations while Luca takes designer drugs and drinks in his VIP booth. Because his family has influence in Freestar politics he’s safe from Syndicate interference as well as Neon security. Or was, since I get the feeling that’s why Reed is hiding in a cell instead of working.”

“Boleo? Is that the club Helga mentioned a while back?” Kitty asked as she rinsed the conditioner from her hair.

“Yes, it is.”

“I’m guessing if we have to head out there we won’t have time for fun, will we?” she was grinning, her head back while she ran her hands through her wet hair.

“We’ll see,” he said.

[atonalginger]

like always, insecurity comes creeping in when I wish it would not.

That sounds like there are times where I would welcome it and there aren't but still, I don't need this right now.

Just that quiet little voice, dripping in the same judgey tone I grew up hearing, "Don't you think you're being a bit much? Don't you think you're trying too hard? You're really doing the most, you should knock that off."

and I am doing a lot. It's fun and I enjoy it and this is the longest I've had continuous inspiration since like college! Possibly longer? So many ideas used to stay daydreams that died obscured dreams because I told myself no one would want to see them...

and yet that voice just keeps whispering in my ear, "don't you think you're being a bit much?"

...maybe I am...and I don't care.