What do y'all think she did?

Alastor's POV

I watched her from the bed as she brushed her hair in the bathroom mirror.

Most nights I sleep here with her.

What started as a necessity turned into somewhat of a guilty pleasure of mine.

It's just so much better than sleeping in hell, really it is.

She was wearing a cute little pajama set. The long pants had polar bears on them, and the matching shirt had penguins.

Which is very funny to me that she's dressed like that, as if she lives somewhere cold.

I opted for my usual black T shirt and flannel pants.

She turned and walked over to the bed, keeping the brush in her hand as she walked over. I smiled at her, and she used both of her hands to climb onto the bed.

I watched her curiously, and she shimmied over to me, then forced me to sit up fully.

I crossed my legs beneath myself and looked down at her, raising an eyebrow. What is she doing?

She smiled and crawled around me to where she was situated behind me and I picked up on what she was about to do.

Which was confirmed when I felt the brush run through my hair.

Followed by her fingers.

My smile softened at her gesture, and I just sat and let her brush out my hair. With every pass her fingers followed, running over my scalp and then through my hair.

This is relaxing, I must say.

She touched one of my ears and I flinched just barely. She hummed.

"What's up with your ears, anyway?" She asked, going back to brushing my hair.

"They're just sensitive, dear..." I said and she hummed again. She stopped brushing my hair, and I glanced over my shoulder at her.

She was looking up at my ears and I sighed softly.

"Can I...? For just a minute, please?" She asked me and gave me big 'please' eyes. I contemplated it for a moment, and then rolled my eyes before relenting.

"Fine, fine...only a minute..." I grumbled and she squealed excitedly, then I felt her arms around me as she pulled me backwards.

I fell back into her, my head landing against her chest.

She settled back against the headboard, allowing herself to be sitting up while I was laying against her.

While yes, this is comfortable, it immediately made heat crawl up my neck. I looked up at her, and she looked down at me with a little smile.

"Gotta get into a good position first," she said, and I reluctantly tilted my head back forward, and she immediately started touching my ears.

I bit my tongue to keep from making any noise, and the blush on my face deepened.

"They're so soft..." she wondered aloud, and her devilish little fingers just kept massaging them. The longer she did it, the more relaxed I became.

Eventually I was just melted into her, and one minute became 5...and five became 10...and so forth.

I felt like I was about to fall asleep, and then suddenly she spoke.

"Do you still wanna hear about what had me distracted earlier?" She asked me and my eyes opened a bit wider.

Oh yea...

"Sure, dear," I said, letting my eyes roll back and close when she started rubbing the base of my ear.

"Well, I had a vision," she started and I hummed softly, "you were feeding Dakota."

I feel so relaxed right now...I could very well fall asleep right here...

"And then, you started making yourself dinner. It was actually a pretty normal vision...ya know...despite the fact that you're a cannibal,"

My eyes shot wide open at that, and I sat up quickly, pulling away from her.

I turned to face her, my smile strained.

She was looking at me with lowered eyelids and my ears lowered.

I chuckled, "eh...yes, dear, I am—er...I was, I mean...I still technically am, but I don't...eat human anymore?" I tried to explain and she just held that same expression.

"Alastor, why didn't you tell me?" She asked, and crossed her arms.

Huh...?

"What...?" I asked her, my worry slowly dissipating.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She repeated herself and I gave her a confused look.

"I...well for one it's not a very good conversation starter..." I responded and she looked thoughtful for a moment. She shrugged and nodded.

"Ok, that's fair. I just figured you wouldn't really care about me knowing," she said and I looked at her a moment longer.

I shook my head, "darling, most people would be utterly repulsed upon hearing my choice of diet," I responded and she chuckled.

"Ok, sure it's not the most appetizing thing in the world...or at least I thought it wasn't, the way you made it it smelled really good," she said and my jaw nearly fell off.

There's no possible way she's being serious right now, any second she'll break and start screaming at me how disgusting I am.

In 3...2...

...

Ok, she's still just staring at me...

"I...uh...I—dear, you are far too calm about this, and it's stressing me out," I said simply and her expression lifted into a smile. She lowered her arms, no longer having them crossed.

She scooted closer to me, and nudged my arm.

"There's nothing I can do to change who you were in the past..." she said softly, "there's also nothing I can really do to change who you are now," she added and shrugged.

"Plus," she said with a cheeky smile, "what am I gonna do? Call the cops?"

I laughed at that and she grabbed her phone, waving it around before putting it up to her ear upside down.

"Uh, hello? Police? Yea I have a cannibal demon serial killer ghost living in my house, can you send a trooper?"

I laughed and palmed her entire face before shoving her over into her pillows.

"I'm not a damn ghost!" I said through my laughter.

I always have so much fun with her.

She was cackling, her hair fanned out all around her as she rolled around in her pillows.

"Why did you push me over!" She giggled and I got up onto my knees.

"So I could do this," I responded, and then fell on top of her.

She wheezed and pushed against me.

"I have PTSD from the first time you did this, get off!" She said, struggling beneath me. I chuckled evilly.

She started giggling and pushed against me.

"Get offa me!" She let out, and I pulled up slightly, looking down at her. Her cheeks were red and she took a deep breath as soon as I was off of her.

I let her catch her breath, just looking down at her.

I brushed a bit of hair from her eyes, smiling softly down at her. She slowly pushed herself up, causing me to back away from her.

She glanced at my lips and I knew what she wanted. I kept backing away from her, giving her a playful smile.

She kept going until our positions were switched and she was on top. She crawled between my legs and up onto my waist, letting her legs fall on either side of me.

My back was against the headboard, and I put my hands on her hips, just resting them there.

"Hello, dear," I said to her, looking up at her slightly.

"Hi," she said with a smile, her cheeks growing flushed.

"Why so rosy, peu d'amour?" I teased her, but she surprised me when she grabbed me by the front of my shirt.

She got close to my face, her lips nearly touching mine when she spoke.

"You know why..."

That's what she said, barely above a whisper, then shoved her lips against mine.

My eyes widened, and I looked at her closed ones. She kissed me roughly and I could tell there was something else behind this kiss.

She pawed at my chest and tugged against my shirt.

I kissed her back, letting my eyes close. She kept tugging at my shirt, and it took me a second to realize she wants it off of me.

I debated it...it's not like she hasn't seen me shirtless.

I let go of her hips momentarily and reached down to the hem of my shirt, parting with her to pull it over my head.

She was back on my lips as soon as the shirt was thrown to the side. Her hands trailed down my chest and it made me shudder.

She opened her mouth slightly, inviting me in. I took it, snaking my tongue past her lips. I really can never get enough of her taste.

She moaned softly and I felt that deep want emerge once again. I pressed my claws into her hips just barely and she whined. My eyes shot open, but not because of the noise she made.

It was what she did after the noise.

Her hips rolled against mine, and I felt electricity shoot through my stomach at that action. That was a completely foreign feeling...

I realized, then, what she's doing. Her body pressed close to mine, and she was doing little things to get closer and closer to me.

To please me.

She wants more...and she's asking me for more, but she's not doing it her way. She's doing it the way she's been taught.

I rubbed her hips gently, running my hands up her waist.

I pulled away from her lips just barely, and whispered softly.

"Darling, I'm not going anywhere...it's ok, you can slow down..." I said gently. Her actions slowed, and she looked down at me.

Her breathing was heavy and her pupils were very dilated.

"But I...I..." her little protest fell off and I nodded.

I know, you don't know how else to ask.

"I know, sweetheart. I know..." her fingers trailed lightly over my chest, and her lips were slightly swollen from the kisses we were giving each other.

I closed the space between us once more, but kissed her much softer this time. She returned it, matching my pace. We soon fell into a rhythm, and she seemed just as happy doing this as she was before.

However, again her hips rolled against mine. It was beginning to get me excited as well, and I definitely couldn't hide that fact from her.

I rubbed her sides soothingly.

Pulling away from the kiss again, her cheeks seemed even more flushed. She shook her head, "why'd you stop?" She asked breathlessly.

"Sweetheart, I'm not sure if you really want what your body language is telling me you want..." I replied to her, still gently rubbing her sides.

"I don't want you to think that you need to please me in this situation..." I said even softer, "we can do what you want."

At that her eyes widened slightly and she looked off to the side for a moment. She relaxed against me, pressing our pelvises together.

"What I want?" She asked after a second, and I nodded.

I will do whatever you ask me to, peu d'amour.