On the Clock (Patreon)

A portal sizzled open in the corner of a suburban backyard, and two imps stepped through. Silently they surveyed their surroundings and readied their weapons. Moxxie and Millie were on their third hit of the night, and although usually a strict professional, Moxxie was getting a little distracted. 

Each hit was a by-the-numbers, no-complications-murder that they both could do in their sleep, and so while Millie assessed the household wall she was about to scale, Moxxie was eyeing his wife's ass as they crouched in the grass. Millie noticed her husband's attention, and gave him a sly smile. 

"Hey, sweet Mox... mind on the job, huh?" She said, bumping her shoulder against his.

"Y'know," Moxxie started, holstering his gun. "I think we could afford to waste a little time before this next job, don't you think?" He bumped her shoulder right back, followed by a nuzzle into her neck.

"Moxxieeee," she protested with a smile, and then a laugh as he nuzzled hard enough to push her over.