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I'm feeling generous. So, here, have an extra chapter.

Aria's POV

He stared down at me a moment longer, and then shook his head.

"Well now I just feel stupid..." he mumbled and I punched his arm lightly.

"You should, dummy," I teased him and he rolled his eyes. Then he snatched me up by the waist, growling softly before he fell back onto my bed with me.

He squished me against his chest, and my legs fell on either side of him.

He squeezed me lightly, making a small squeak involuntarily leave my body. He then chuckled and I lowered my eyelids.

"I'm not a squeaky toy, Al," I grumbled and he squeezed me again, forcing out the noise once more.

"Then why do you sound like one~" he purred and I raised my hand, curling my fingers threateningly.

"I will use these," I said darkly and his laugh quickly ceased.

That's what I thought.

I then tried to push up off of him, realizing how long I've been gone. He, however, had different plans.

He held me securely, giving me no room to move at all.

"No no no...where do you think you're going?" He asked me, and I wriggled against him.

"Uh, back downstairs to let my friend know I didn't somehow die while "using the bathroom"," I said using air quotes.

He hummed in thought and then tightened his grip.

"Nope."

My eyelids fell and I opened my mouth and bit his shoulder. He growled, which was not the reaction I was expecting, before getting close to my ear.

"Darling don't provoke me...do you want the same?" He asked lowly, and my cheeks burned up.

"I was just tying to get you to let go of me!" I yipped and he brushed his lips against my ear. The growl leaving his throat turned into a soft purr before dispersing completely and he sighed.

His arms loosened before falling off of me and to his sides. I slid off of him, turning to head back downstairs.

I paused when he just laid on my bed, staring at my ceiling pitifully.

With a sigh I faced him fully, "Al, turn human and pretend you're "stopping by" and you can come hang out with us," I said and he looked over at me.

He smirked and then disappeared.

I rolled my eyes, heading back downstairs.

Almost as soon as I got down to the last step, there was a knock on my front door. It was rhythmic and sounded almost like a melody.

"I'll get it," I chirped and walked past the living room, where Eliot was watching me curiously from the couch.

I swung the door open, "oh hey, Max, how are you!" I said loudly so Eliot would hear.

"Hello darling, this is quite a lovely home, I must say," he responded casually, stepping into the foyer.

I walked with him into the living room and Eliot seemed nervous all of a sudden. Just then I remembered Al threatened him the first time they met a few days ago.

"Eliot, you met Max!" I said with a big smile and Eliot just nodded.

Alastor smiled smugly and then sat with me on the couch, sitting right next to me and then promptly putting his arm around my waist and holding me to his side.

I blushed and Eliot glanced between us.

"Are you two...?" He asked, pointing between us and I shook my head.

"No."

Alastor's fingers dug into my side just slightly and I elbowed him in the ribs, earning a soft grunt.

Eliot just shrugged then and eventually we all fell into a soft chatter. Believe it or not, Eliot and Alastor actually got along well.

Alastor told ghost stories about the town and Eliot talked gossip. I contributed where I felt I needed to, and told them about the city.

Overall the night passed quickly, the fun coming to an end far too soon as Eliot checked his phone.

"Shit, 9:45? I should get going before it gets too dark," he said and stood up. I stood as well, opening my arms.

He hugged me, and then quickly released me, confusing me. I turned and Alastor's dark smile quickly turned up as he looked at me innocently.

I rolled my eyes and walked with Eliot to the door.

"Bye! Come back any time!" I said as he walked off, and then when he was getting into his car I shut the door.

My soft smile turned up in surprise when suddenly two arms appeared at either side of my head.

I turned around, and Alastor was standing there with a grin on his face and his brown eyes melted into a deep red. He was leaned over slightly, his arms trapping me in between my front door and him.

"Hi," I squeaked, looking up into his eyes.

The response I received was a growl and his lips parted as his smile widened, revealing his razor sharp white teeth.

It's always so strange when he's halfway between demon and human.

I blushed and he leaned closer to me, making me press my back against the door as a playful smile rose on my lips.

I giggled and slipped under his arm, sprinting towards the stairs. He chuckled and it seemed to bounce off the walls as I hurled myself up these stairs.

I hid in a closet, giggling quietly as I stood in the darkness and then I just covered my mouth, trying to keep my breathing quiet.

There was a long moment of silence and I thought maybe I'd actually tricked him.

Then I felt something breathe against the back of my neck and every hair on my body stood up.

"This is a really bad hiding place..." he whispered and I just stood, my body completely tense.

"Darling...were you even trying?" He asked in a hushed whisper as if he were hiding, too.

I whimpered. My heart was beating quickly and I was scared, but not in a bad way. I was scared in the way how you know you're about to be caught in a game of tag.

I squealed when he grabbed me by the waist, the door to the closet swung open revealing the hallway.

In one swift motion he spun around, holding me to his chest and falling backwards, making me gasp as I prepared for him to hit the floor.

But we bounced softly as he landed on...my bed?

Oh, right, he can just teleport.

I wriggled.

"Let go!" I giggled and he hummed in thought for a moment.

"Hmmmm...no!" He said, and I huffed and went limp.

"Oh, come now, you can do better than that," he said sweetly and I twisted around to where our chests were pressed together and then I straddled him.

"Nope, I gave it my all, you got me," I said, our noses touching.

"I hardly believe that's the truth," he responded and I scrunched up my nose at him.

Then I pulled up slightly, putting my hands on his chest as his grip around me loosened, his hands falling to my hips.

I stared down at him, and blushed softly. He changed back...his red hair fanned out around him on the pillow.

He was only wearing his dress shirt and his bow tie was loosened. I hooked my index finger under his left suspender and lightly trailed down.

I took a soft deep breath and he gently rubbed up my sides, then back down to my hips.

We haven't kissed since that day in the park...

Every time I think about it, I feel hot. I want to kiss him again but...I don't know, it's different.

I don't want him to think I'm too needy...I mean I don't even know what we are, what even is this?

But I want to...

At the park, it was a completely in-the-moment type thing. I don't even know if he feels the same way as I do...he told me he meant it...

"A penny for your thoughts?" His voice brought me back to the present and my eyes focused back onto him.

His eyes were glowing a soft red, and there was just barely light left outside, giving my room a dull illumination that bounced off the right side of his face.

I sighed, and kept toying with his suspender strap mindlessly. He lifted his hand up and stopped my movement, gently prying my fingers from the suspender and then lacing his own through mine.

He flipped our hands and brought my knuckles to his lips, kissing them softly. His eyes were on mine that entire time and I'm sure my face was scarlet.

"Are you alright, peu d'amour?" He asked me softly, using the nickname he's decided to stick with. I brushed my thumb over the skin on his hand.

His skin, surprisingly, is warm.

You'd think a dead person would have cold skin, but his is warm and full of blood, just like mine.

I pursed my lips, my voice refusing to work. My gaze went down to his lips. As a human, his lips held a warm pinkish, brown type color. As a demon, they are a warmer shade of this brownish grey skin he has.

Either way they look soft and kissable.

When I met his eyes again, his eyelids were lowered.

He chuckled softly and then I felt his other hand slide up the back of my neck and into my hair.

"Viens ici..." he whispered softly before pulling me down, our lips meeting before I could even process what he was doing. (Come here...)

My eyes stayed wide open for a moment, surprise washing through me. However, the longer his lips stayed pressed against mine, the more I relaxed. My shoulders lost their tension and my eyes closed.

I tilted my head slightly, letting my body relax against his. His hand was still tangled with mine, and I brought my free hand up to his cheek. His other hand was still woven into my hair.

He curled his fingers around the strands of my hair, gently holding my head in place as if I'd move away. This kiss felt different...it wasn't random, it wasn't just a buildup of emotions...

He actually wanted to kiss me...and it feels nice.

It feels nothing like a kiss from Josh. He's not being rough, or pulling my hair, or squeezing my ass.

He's holding my hand...and cradling my head.

I moaned softly into his mouth, and he growled in response. Not an aggressive growl...it sounded more possessive.

He seemed to be copying what I was doing just slightly. He initiated it, but I think he's actually a bit new to this whole thing.

Which doesn't surprise me in the slightest.

So, I think I'm probably going to be the one to deepen this kiss.

I subtly ran my tongue across his bottom lip and he paused for a moment. After that brief hesitation he slowly opened his mouth just a bit, allowing me access.

I slid my tongue into his mouth, being careful of his teeth, and his grip on my hand tightened.

He tastes a bit like blood, but that's ok, it's not too overwhelming. Our lips began moving in sync once again and he started getting a feel for the new involvement of our tongues in this act.

He's a fast learner, and eventually he wanted to be in control, so I handed the dominance over to him. Now his tongue is in my mouth, and he actually has a very long serpentine tongue.

I never realized this before, and it surprised me to say the least.

I started making soft noises, little moans here and there. I brought my hand that was against his cheek down to his chest, then I moved lower to where his shirt was tucked into his pants.

His chest rose and fell heavily, and his tongue was nearly down my throat. Every breath he took released as a growl and I started feeling a different type of want.

My fingers untucked his shirt, then slipped beneath the hem and crawled up his bare chest. I want to feel his skin.

I traced his muscles and trailed my fingers up his abdomen. He groaned, and just then he pulled away from me, breathing heavily.

I opened my eyes and looked down at him curiously, surprised that he would just cut it off there.

Does he not want to go further...? I thought that's what was supposed to happen...

His eyes stayed closed for a moment before he opened them, the red color looking deeper than it ever has.

"I think it's bedtime, cher..." he huffed, still catching his breath. I smiled down at him and nodded, sliding off his pelvis and by his side in the bed.

Every night since the kiss we slowly started creeping towards each other. Now I'm curled up at his side, my head laid against his chest.

And damn, it really does just feel perfect.