Seras stood outside on her front porch, her arms folded and her lip pursed in a pout. Bekka sat on the porch beside her, swinging her feet as she stuffed her face with a pulled pork sandwich.
"You know, you look really fucking hot when you're pissed off... As long as it's not at me, that is."
Seras glanced at her wife out of the corner of her eye. "Do I really seem like I'm in the mood to be flirted with right now?"
"No, and that's what's really doing it for me." Bekka insisted. "You just wait till I finish this, then you can get eaten next."
Seras could only roll her eyes, not at all enticed by the promise of being licked by a tongue covered in barbecue sauce.
Her husband claimed that he was returning here with a gift for her that she would absolutely love. But she wasn't fully convinced.
