80s Band Imagines

💙Izzy #10- Domestic

Fluff

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I had been curled up on the couch with a book, a cup of tea, and the fireplace going. I was so wrapped up in the world of Elizabeth Bennett and Mr. Darcy that I didn't even realize Izzy had come home.

"Honey, I'm home."
Izzy whispered in my ear.

"Hi, baby."
I responded, turning to kiss his cheek.

"Reading that one again? You realize you've got about 1,000 more you've literally never touched."
Izzy laughed, moving to sit next to me on the couch, bringing my legs over his.

"But I love this one. I never chastise you when you want to listen to the same Pink Floyd album."
I joke, bookmarking my page and sliding my glasses on top of my head.

"If I do recall, I never complain when you listen to the same Mötley Crüe song over and over."
Izzy retorted, kissing my forehead.

"Heyyy. You love that song too."
I playfully whined.

"Sure, baby."
Izzy smiled.

"You're in a good mood today. Did it start raining money?"
I joked, poking at his dimple.

"Just- woke up on the right side of the bed today, I guess."
Izzy sighed, looking happy and relaxed.

"Well, to celebrate your good mood, why don't I make us dinner?"
I said, hopping off of the couch and making my way to the kitchen.

"We could order take out, babe."
Izzy suggested from his chair at the table.

"I can cook. Fried chicken and potatoes sound good?"
I asked, taking everything out to start.'

"Sounds fantastic."
Izzy smiled.

"Turn the radio on will ya, smiles?"
I teased, flashing Izzy a cheeky smile.

Izzy nodded and turned the radio on, immediately turning it up and trying to get a station to come in.

"Stop! I like this song."
I smiled, beginning to sway to Conway Twitty's ' Tight Fittin' Jeans'.

"But, gosh babe, it's country."
Izzy whined, making fake gagging noises.

"You have some nerve Stradlin. You used to spin me around to this song when there were dances at the state fair back home."
I grinned, waving a piece of flour-covered chicken in his face.

"Hey, hey, hey, easy with where you're pointin' that chicken. G'na hurt someone with that thing."
Izzy joked, leaning on the counter next to me.

"You'll be fine. Pretty sure it won't bite."
I joked, placing the pieces into the hot oil to get a good fry on them.

"Hand me the potatoes will you, babe?"
I asked him, covering the chicken so it could fry on low for a while.

Izzy handed me the potatoes and I peeled and cut them up, putting them to boil before going back to the chicken. Seeing that it was golden and crispy on both sides, I grabbed a plate and put some napkins to soak up the grease, and put the chicken on there. Then I went back to my potatoes, draining the water and mixing the rest of the ingredients in.

"Grab the plates, Iz. Please."
I asked, putting a final stir on the mashed potatoes.

Izzy grabbed plates and I quickly gave each of us two pieces and a healthy scoop of mashed potatoes.

"What do you want to drink, babe? There's Coke, Pepsi, milk, tea, lemonade, or margarita mix."
He chuckled, looking into the fridge.

"Grab me a glass of tea please babe."
I said moving our plates to the table and grabbing spoons for the potatoes.

Izzy set down my tea and his lemonade before sitting down to eat.

"Dinner's great, babe."
He complicated.

"It's just chicken and potatoes, babe. It's not like it's steak "
I chuckled, grabbing another bite if potatoes.

"Still tastes amazing."
Izzy smiled.

"Seriously, what's got you in a good mood? Haven't seen you this happy since you ran into Duff last week."

"I'm not sure. Told you, just, it's been a good day I guess."
Izzy shrugged, a smile still perched on his face.

"I'm glad. Haven't seen you smile like that in a while. Nice to see the smile on your face again."
I smiled, happy to see his change of mood.

"Wish something, or should I say someone, would be on my face. But oh well."
Izzy sighed nonchalantly, his comment making it difficult to not spit out my tea.

"Izzy! Don't be so filthy, I about choked on my tea there."
I laughed, snacking him gently on the arm.

"Could be choking on something else, you know?"
Izzy teased, a smirk planted on his face.

"Knock it off. I'm trying to eat."
I groaned.

"Sorry babe, forget how worked up you get.".
Izzy laughed, going back to his food.

After dinner, I went into the kitchen and cleaned up. I was washing dishes when Izzy came up behind me, wrapping his arms around me.

"You look so sexy like this."
Izzy whispered, kissing my neck lightly.

"Like what Iz? I'm literally just doing dishes."
I chuckled.

"Like all domestic, in my t-shirt, and these leggings you know make your ass look fucking phenomenal."
He said, giving my ass a playful smack.

"Will you calm down and wait until we get into bed Please?"
I groaned, shoving him away gently.

"Just showing my wife how much I love and appreciate her."

"Wife, huh? Does that make you my husband?"
I teased, turning to face him, leaving me trapped between him and the counter.

"Husband. Could get used to hearing that."
Izzy smirked.

"Well, before I call you that, I do believe you owe me some rings."
I said, poking at his chest.

"Rings? As in more than one?"
He asked, brows furrowing.

"Mhm. My engagement ring, then my real rock. That's two."
I explained, a lazy smile on my face.

"Well, I guess I've got my work cut out for me then."
He teased, moving his hands to my hips and pulling me into a kiss. I sighed and melted into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. Izzy lifted me onto the counter and parted my legs with his hands, letting them run gently up and down my thighs. I tangled my hands in his hair and tried not to pull away. Unfortunately, we needed air and pulled away with a soft clicking noise.

"About time we put this counter to good use."
He smirked.

"I don't think we've ever made out in the kitchen."

"There's a first for everything, babe. Why don't we go test the kitchen table?"
Izzy whispered into my ear before wrapping my legs around him before lifting me and setting me down on the table.

Needless to say, I deep-cleaned the table the next day.