~Alastor~

The passed days, Alastor had been on edge. Ever since he made Arella kill the murderer. He had stayed with her. Even after she had fallen asleep. There had been no reason other than he had wanted to be with her. A feeling he did not understand.

And he waited. Waited for Arella to break. To tell the others what had happened. Or even to be anything else than her normal self. But it never happened.

When Vaggie had thanked him for taking care of the situation, Arella had sighed in relief. When Angel had talked about the situation and how the man had deserved it, Arella had agreed.

Alastor must say, he was surprised with his little angel. She was stronger than he had thought. It made her even more intriguing. But something did change. She was more wary of him now. It was not like she was avoiding him, but he realized, she preferred to have other company as well when she was with him.

He tried not to react to her behaviour, but his boiling anger turned to red hot fury. He wanted her back. He was done playing nice. He did not care about his plan anymore. He just wanted her to be his. And Alastor would be damned if he would not just take what belonged to him!

~Arella~

This morning Arella had slept in. Not caring if it ruined her routine or if she would miss something important. She had stayed up late at the bar and even though she had not been drunk, the night had taken a toll on her.

It had been two weeks since the murder had happened. Murders to be correct. She had thought she would never recover from it, but it had shocked her that after a day, she had been able to continue like nothing had happened.

She still thought she had done the right thing. A thought that scared her a little. But what scared her even more was how she viewed Alastor. The radio demon had made her a murderer. She was not stupid enough to ignore the fact, that he had pushed her into that decision. But she did not care.

She knew now what Angel had meant all those months ago. Why she had to be careful around Alastor. That he had been playing with her all this time. The problem was, she could not care anymore.

Her little crush had turned into something much more dangerous. She could not rid him from her thoughts. She could not stop looking at him. He was even in her dreams!

She knew that she was nothing but a toy for him, but still wanted him more than anything. So, Arella forced herself to bring distance between them. It drove her insane, but what other choice did she have?

The rest of the day played out normally. The redemption activities in the morning, free time, she had spent with Angel, in the afternoon.

Arella had missed dinner, because of a meeting with the angel council and now stood inside the kitchen, trying to figure out what she should eat. She was not the best cook heaven had to offer, which made her choices of cookable dishes even fewer than the already slim collection of ingredients.

With a frustrated sigh, she leaned back against the counter and hid her face in her hands.

"Everything alright, darling?"

She lowered her hands and looked up at Alastor who seemed to have just appeared in front of her. He leaned on his microphone and watched her intensely. He looked almost worried.

Arella forced her heartbeat to calm down again, before answering: "I'm fine. Just hungry."

"Oh yes. I did realize that you missed dinner." Alastor turned around and looked inside the fridge.

"Yes. I had a meeting with the angel council and I'm a bad cook, so... what are you doing?"

Alastor chuckled as he placed ingredients on the counter next to her, before turning around to gather a pan.

"Making you something to eat. Sit down." His shadow pushed her into one of the chairs that stood by the counter. Arella was too stunned to complain.

She watched as the radio demon worked in the kitchen. He dismissed his cane and looked at her, while he cleaned the vegetables.

His smile widened as he took in her dumbfounded expression. "A thank you would be appreciated."

"Thank you?"

"Oh, no need to thank me darling. It's my pleasure."

Arella escaped a laugh, and she shook her head slightly. "What are you making?" She leaned forward to get a better look at the ingredients.

"Jambalaya. Or at least a version of it. We do not have all the ingredients."

She nodded. He had already told her of his favourite dish before.

"How did the meeting go?"

Arella could not read him good enough to know if he truly cared, or if he just tried to be nice. Either way, she decided to talk to make this whole situation less weird.

"Neither bad nor good. Angels are exhausting. I told them of the progress that Charlie had made over the past months, but also told them about the incident." Arella took a breath and looked at Alastor, but his focus lied on the tomato he had started to cut.

"I think the incident actually made the situation better. The angels had come to the agreement, that the hotel is a way to redeem sinners. But not everyone. And I think that is a compromise heaven would be able to agree to."

"Sounds like a productive meeting." He started to work on a piece of meat that Arella would have described as chicken, but briefly looked up to grin at her.

"It was something. They discussed this for hours before settling on the conclusion that I would continue to supervise the project. Four hours of my life wasted for them to decide to just continue as before the meeting."

A chill ran down her spine, which made Arella shudder. She curled a little more in on herself and looked up at Alastor who watched her back. He raised his eyebrow in question and snapped his eyes to her arms that hugged herself.

"Just a little cold."

He nodded, started to roast the chicken and when he was satisfied with the heat, he took one step back and slipped out of his coat.

Seeing him in just his shirt, made her mind go blank. It got even worse, when he stepped around the counter and draped his coat over her shoulders. His warmth and smell engulfed her and made her look at him with wide eyes.

He ignored her, pushed his sleeves up and got rid of his gloves before he continued to cook.

"Thank you." Her voice was a mere whisper, as she pushed her arms into the sleeves of his coat.

"Do not thank me. It is not a selfless act. You look quite adorable in my coat."

Arella's cheeks burned, but she did not shy away. She continued to watch him and pulled his coat a little tighter since it was way too big on her.

This was not keeping her distance. But she could not give a fuck.

They continued simple conversations while Alastor worked in the kitchen. When the dish was ready, he gave both of them a plate full. But he waited for her to take the first bite. When she had taken it, she paused and looked at the demon before her.

"This is probably the best thing I have ever eaten."

A proud smirk spread on his face after that. One that never seemed to vanish.

When she had finished her second plate, she had leaned back with a smile. This day had been an emotional roller coaster. She stood up and took her and Alastor's plate to put them in the dishwasher.

"I can do that, darling."

"No need. You made me something to eat. It's the least I can do." She put the plates away and turned around, only to bump into Alastor's chest. She wanted to apologize, but the words died in her throat, when his hands landed on her hips.

"Careful." He leaned down. His voice low and heavy with radio static. "Darling."

Arella could not remember how to breath properly.

Alastor stepped closer. She stepped back until her back hit something. He had trapped her between him and the counter. Her hands landed on his chest, but she knew she would never push him away.

He leaned slightly forward. One of his hands pulled her by her hip closer to him, while his other hand started to travel upwards.

She closed her eyes when she felt him explore the outlines of her body. She felt him trace her jaw, before playing with one of her curls. A gasp escaped her when he tugged at her hair, so she would look up at him. She opened her eyes again and was met with red hot eyes devouring her.

There was nothing holy about the way he made her feel.

He moved even closer. Now pushing her into the counter. His eyes darkened as he traced her throat with his claws, before gently grabbing her chin and angling her head more upwards.

She knew it was coming. She wished for it to happen. But when his lips connected to hers it still took her by surprise.

The kiss was soft. But only for a second. The moment she grabbed his shirt in her hands, a growl had vibrated against her lips, and Alastor had pulled her closer.

Her hands moved up, draping her arms around his shoulders, and playing with his hair. He grabbed her hips, grinding her against him. A moan escaped her, and Alastor pulled back.

They were both breathing heavily, Arella taking him in. He looked completely different. Even with his wound all those months ago he had looked composed. Now, his hair was a mess, his lips swollen, his coat still around her and gloves somewhere on the counter behind her. He had never been more attractive for her.

He leaned down again. His lips and teeth exploring her neck. A whine that would have been embarrassing if Arella had any dignity left, escaped her lips and she closed her eyes.

A strange feeling made her open her eyes again and she realized they were no longer in the kitchen. Alastor had teleported them into his room.

Now, she was pressed against his bed post, while his hands moved up and down her body. She pushed him away, but just to connect their lips again.

There was no voice in her head that told her this was wrong. No consciousness that tried to reason with her. Only one word that echoed in her mind. More. She needed more.

Alastor seemed happy to oblige. He grabbed her thighs, forcing her to jump. She linked her legs behind his back and buried her hands in his hair. A dark growl escaped him, which fuelled the heat that had started to build up in her abdomen. He broke the kiss, attacking her neck instead.

One moan after another escaped her. She did not realize how Alastor used his claws to shred his own coat off her.

Then, he moved. Walking them around his bed and letting her fall down.

Arella sat up, watching the demon before her with doe eyes. He grabbed her chin, pushing her face upwards for another rough kiss.

His other hand travelled downwards. Playing with her shirt, before his claw shredded this piece of clothing too. A hiss escaped her when his claw had broken skin. He put distance between them. Watching the small trickle of blood run down her collar bone.

His eyes explored every inch of exposed skin. Stopping at her bra with annoyance. "You wear too many clothes, love." He knelt down before her, licking away the blood and opening her bra.

She did not even realize that her bra was gone, until his attention had moved from her collar bone to her breasts. She arched her back and closed her eyes with a moan when he started to suck on one of her already hard nipples. He played with the other one with his free hand.

"Alastor!" Not a question or a plea. She said his name like a prayer.

He moved his attention to her other breast and when she was just a moaning mess, he stopped. Another whine escaped her.

"Insatiable, are we?", he purred and pushed Arella on her back.

She propped herself up on her elbows and watched him kiss down her belly before he pulled on her pants. Ridding her even off her last pieces of clothing.

Arella had only a second to feel self-conscious, before he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed and pushed himself between her legs.

Her muddied brain could not keep up with the situation. "Alastor, what are you... Fuck!"

He had started to suck on her sensitive bundle of nerves and pushed her down so she would stay in place. His other hand grabbed one of her thighs, not strong enough that his claws would break the skin, but he would leave marks. Arella could not find herself to care.

She was able to watch him for exactly three seconds. His ears were tugged back in concentration, but his eyes made contact with hers. He sucked again, which made her head fall back and another moan escaped her lips.

When he stopped again, the only sound in the room, were Arella's heavy breaths. Before she could look up to see what he was doing, Alastor was already pushing his fingers inside her, curling them just the right way for her to see stars.

She forced her mouth shut with her hand, desperately trying to muffle her sounds. Alastor pulled her hand away and stopped his movement. When Arella made eye contact with him, there was a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Don't you dare. Every sound you make belongs to me, love. Understood?"

She opened her mouth to answer, but he curled his fingers a little more and instead another moan escaped her. "Ye... Yes!"

He grinned and sped up his pace again.

Arella could feel the knot in her belly tighten. She was already close. When her legs began to shake and everything she needed was another push, Alastor stopped. Removing his fingers and licking them clean.

He stood up again and looked at the breathing mess on his bed. He grinned down at her, while unbuttoning his shirt. "I am going to ruin you."

Arella could not wait.

It felt like an eternity, until Alastor was undressed as well and climbed on top of her. When he kissed her again, she could taste herself on his lips. Her hands cupped his face as she poured every emotion she had into the kiss.

And maybe, if she could read him well enough, he needed her as bad as she needed him.

He positioned himself between her legs, devouring her in another kiss, before he slowly pushed inside her.

This time, Arella was not the only one who could not hold back a moan. The sensation was almost too much and at the same time not enough. She was on the brink of insanity and Alastor had all the power to push her over the edge.

He quickened his pace, his fingers clawing into her already sore thighs. Pleasure and pain washed over Arella in the most delicious way. She could not get enough. This man truly ruined her, and she just let him. Not caring for the consequences.

She felt her orgasm building up again. She grabbed the sheets beneath her, rocking her hips to create even more friction.

Alastor pressed his lips against hers in a needy kiss and with a last thrust, pushed Arella over the edge. She felt him come with her. The feeling something she could get high on.

He pressed his forehead against hers. Both of them relishing in the afterglow. After he caught his breath, Alastor dropped down beside her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her even closers.

Arella felt like she was in a dream. Because this surely was not happening... did not happen. But Alastor stayed beside her, playing with her hair.

She snuggled more into him and closed her eyes. She heard a snap and felt immediately clean again. When she opened her eyes a little, she could get a peek at a new nightgown.

It seemed like sharing a bed with a demon had his benefits. Apart from the obvious ones.