Crazy mf

Aria's POV

I watched, concerned, as Alastor swayed in front of me. After he snapped he got an almost drunk look on his face.

"There we are darling...all fixed..." he slurred slightly, and I tilted my head. What does that mean?

"Now if you'll excuse me...I'm just going to..."

His voice fell off, his eyes getting a glazed look in them before my eyes widened when his rolled up in his head. He fell forward, landing on me and sandwiching me between him and the couch.

His entire body weight was crushing me, and I tried to get him off. His face had landed by my neck, and I lifted him up by his hair, shaking him slightly.

"Alastor!" I hissed. His face was relaxed, and it was weird to see him not smiling. He was unresponsive.

My eye twitched, my body growing hot with him on top of me in that thick ass suit.

I shook him again by the hair, growling when he still didn't open his eyes. I let go of his hair and his head fell back where it was before.

My eyelids lowered and I was struggling to breathe. I pushed against his body—his limp, heavy body.

"Alastor, you...ugh...get off!" I hissed, shoving him so hard he rolled off and onto the floor. His body made a loud thud and I winced, peeking over the side of the couch. He hadn't even stirred.

My expression fell into an annoyed one, and I sighed.

I reached down, running my fingers through his hair, "you dummy..." I mumbled, resting my chin on my free arm.

I looked around my living room, and my eyes widened. There was blood everywhere. My heart dropped, and I looked back down at Alastor.

He looks so sweet right now...

I'm not sure I ever want to meet the Alastor Josh met.

Staring down at him, I sighed. He's going to clean all of this shit up as soon as he opens his eyes. I slid off the couch, preparing for my body to explode with pain.

But nothing happened. I was a bit sore...but that's it.

I looked over my arms, then lifted the shirt Alastor gave me, looking at my stomach.

I'm barely hurt at all.

Did Alastor...?

I looked over at him, and suddenly his sleeping face appeared a bit more attractive.

I blushed and looked away.

Pursing my lips, I sighed, "well, what are we going to do now, huh?" I asked him, "you're too heavy for me to move."

He didn't answer.

I crawled over to him, trying to pick him up. After a lot of struggling and several curses, I got his top half up. I laid him against the front of the couch, his head falling back limply.

I slumped into his chest, breathing heavily.

"You're so fucking heavy..." I huffed out, pushing up off of him, "Asshole."

He's been asleep for about an hour now. It took me a while to pick him up.

I grabbed a pillow and propped it behind his head so his neck didn't look like it was broken.

After that I just sat back, staring at him.

I poked his side, "wake up," I requested. His head fell to the side. I groaned and insulted him under my breath.

I grabbed a pillow of my own and crawled back onto the couch, curling up.

"I guess I'll sleep down here with you, so you don't die or something," I grumbled, closing my eyes.

My irritated expression faltered and my face relaxed. I let my hand fall over the edge of the couch and felt around, trying to find him with my fingers.

I came into contact with the fabric of his suit, my fingers gripping gently at it.

His face was what I came into contact with next. I patted his cheek and sighed softly before slinging my arm around the front of his chest in a sort of hug.

"Thanks..." I whispered. Then I let my body relax, and drifted off.

**

My eyes snapped open and I was breathing heavily. I looked around, trying to understand where I was.

My surroundings were unfamiliar for just waking up, and I felt something under my arm. I used my hand to feel what it was, and my eyes widened when I came into contact with warm skin.

For a moment I was scared I was in another dream, then I remembered where I was.

I'm in the living room...Alastor passed out after doing some weird magical shit...

I'm Ok...

I took a deep breath and sighed, blinking before using Alastor as leverage to push myself up. I rubbed my eyes, looking around.

It's dark.

I looked to my digital clock on my DVD player and squinted.

2:30 am?

Ugh.

Rubbing my eyes, I sat up completely. I cracked my back and slid off the couch down next to Alastor. From what I could see, he's still out cold.

I reached over and turned on the lamp onto its lowest brightness setting. The dim yellow glow was the perfect illumination.

It wasn't too bright, I didn't want to wake him up...

I sat next to him curiously, looking at his sleeping face. His skin was smooth and free of any blemishes. I wondered if that came with being a demon or if he just has good skin.

His hair had fallen a bit into his eyes, and I reached up and pushed it back, letting my fingers brush over his cheek slightly.

Sitting here...like this...it's hard to see the demon sitting in front of me. All I see is...

Alastor.

My lips parted slightly and I brushed my thumb under his eye how he does for me.

I cupped his face and pulled his head to where he was facing me a bit better. My breath caught in my throat slightly, my cheeks puffing up as I held my breath.

I glanced down at his lips, tilting my head. Using my index finger, I pushed his top lip up slightly. His golden teeth caught the light and I stared in amazement.

I pushed his lip up a bit more, furrowing my brows as I leaned closer to him, using my other hand to reach up slowly.

I was just about to touch his tooth when he stirred slightly.

I froze, my eyes snapping up to his. His eyes slowly opened, the dim red glow gradually getting brighter.

My lips pursed as his eyes focused on me. We made eye contact for about 10 seconds before he spoke.

"Wha...awr yew duwing...?" he spoke through my fingers in his mouth. I immediately removed them and he licked his teeth, repositioning his lips to the correct place.

He furrowed his brows, a confused smile raising to his lips as he glanced around.

"Darling...why were your fingers in my mouth...?" He asked me slowly. I blushed, my eyes falling to my hands.

"Um...I...your teeth are cool...I was curious," I admitted sheepishly, embarrassed that he caught me doing that.

I was surprised when he chuckled, his voice sounding tired, "Oh dear...I'm not mad," he said.

I looked up, meeting his eyes. He looked tired, but other than that he looked amused. My guilty look let up a bit, and I turned curious once again.

"You're not...?" I asked him, and he shook his head.

"I'm not...although," he said, tilting his eyebrow at me with a smirk, "I would prefer not to wake up with your hands in my mouth."

I smiled sheepishly, nodding, "yup, understandable..." was my response and he laughed softly.

He wrapped his arm around me then, pulling me a bit closer to him.

"So you're curious," he said with a sigh, "about my teeth?"

I nodded, a small smile on my face as I looked up at him. He smiled big, positioning me to where I was in front of him.

He leaned down slightly, letting me look at the daggers in his mouth.

I looked with wide eyes, "how do you not cut yourself?" I asked, looking up into his eyes.

He was looking back at me with a softness in his eyes I'd never seen before. His lips momentarily met as he answered me.

"Practice," he said with a playful smile.

"Do all demons have sharp teeth?" Was my next question, and he hummed in thought. He looked up and sat back slightly.

"Well...not all demons have the type of sharp teeth I have, dear...some are less, some are more..." he said tilting his head as he explained.

"Open..." I requested softly and he furrowed his brows but complied.

He opened his mouth and I looked at how his teeth separated. Curiously I reached up and he watched me just as curiously.

I touched the tip of his tooth with my pointer finger and flinched when it pricked me. He immediately closed his mouth, pulling back.

"Aria!" He chastised softly, "what did you think was gonna happen?" He asked with a chuckle as I cradled my bleeding finger.

I glared at him, "I wanted to know how sharp they were," I grumbled and he grabbed my hand. I watched him skeptically as he brought my finger close to his mouth.

"Well, now you know," he said teasingly before popping my finger between his lips.

I blushed furiously, "Alastor—!" I squeaked.

He chuckled with my finger still in his mouth. Somehow he wasn't cutting me with his teeth at all.

He sucked the blood off my finger, and I only blushed harder when he kept my finger in his mouth way longer than he needed to.

"What are you doing..." I said quietly, and he looked up at me, his eyes glowing deeply.

He let me go and I pulled my finger close to me, seeing that it was healed.

"Oh..." I said softly, and he smiled at me.

"There we go...all better..." he said repositioning his legs under himself. He leaned closer to me, his smile turning into a playful smirk, "however...you tasted quite good, I must say..." he said deeply.

My face lit up and I immediately planted my hand in his chest, shoving him back with a laugh.

"Get away from me, demon creep!" I giggled and stood up.

"I'm going to bed," I said, sauntering over to the stairs, "clean up your mess," I called over my shoulder and he hummed.

"Will do, ma cherie," he called back and my smile widened, my steps pausing a moment.

I glanced over my shoulder then shook my head before climbing the stairs.