The next morning, I woke up in a fantastic mood. I was up even before Alastor, and I slipped into the new dress he bought me and twirled around.

It was just too pretty. I smiled at my reflection, and thought back to that beautiful demon woman...Rosie? I believe that was her name.

I scoffed, who did she think she was? Calling me a pet and a thing.

So rude.

I brushed my hair and put a few curls in it before heading downstairs. I opened the fridge, looking for anything to eat. I found a couple of macaroons and strawberries and figured it's as good of a breakfast as any.

I noticed there was something wrapped neatly just labeled "meat" and lingered on it for a moment.

"Darling~"

A shiver ran down my spine before I turned around to see a very tired looking Alastor wearing a maroon tank top and black boxers.

I skipped over to him, popping a strawberry in my mouth and scrunching my nose at him. He smiled softly before putting his hands on my waist and picking me up effortlessly. He then got very close to my face and bit the stem off the strawberry in my mouth, his lips brushing mine.

My eyes widened after he put me down and I stood there, redder than his hair. He chuckled, eating the stem (gross, why) and then walking past me. I took a few deep breaths and then turned around.

Ok wise guy, two can play at this game.

I snuck up behind him as he took the... 'meat'...out of the fridge and began to unwrap it. I snaked my arms around his waist and up his chest.

We had playful battles like this all the time, but he'd never actually nearly kissed me before, so of course I had to amp up my pestering.

I trailed my fingers back down his chest and stomach, finding the hem of his shirt and sliding my hands under.

My fingers felt around every curve on his stomach, the outline of his toned stomach was smooth against my hands. I had my cheek pressed against his back, feeling comfort in the warmth.

I nearly forgot what I was even doing until my hands subconsciously touched the hem of his boxers and he spun around suddenly, grabbing me and backing me into the counter, picking me up and putting my legs on either side of him.

He was breathing heavily and his eyes were glowing slightly, his smile was extremely flirtatious and he growled deeply. "Darling, if that's how you're going to play then I might have to teach you a thing or two about manners..." he growled lowly and bent toward me, close to my ear, "while you're bent over my counter."

My face was burning and I could feel my lady parts begin to throb slightly from how sexy he was being. I, of course, willed this to stop, we were just friends and he is just playing...unless he's...no no, he's only playing.

Right?

My hands were shaking as I lifted my arms and did the only thing my brain could really think of and pulled him into a loose and timid hug, letting him know he won. He chuckled softly, the sexual tension leaving the air almost immediately, leaving a cold feeling in the pit of my stomach. The slightest bit of pressure would have made that tension snap, whether it was a game or not.

His arms wrapped around me and he buried his face in my neck, the cute way he always did when he knew he'd gone a little too far. "I apologize dear, I didn't mean to frighten you," I wanted to shake him and yell in his face IM NOT FRIGHTENED YOU BABOON IM HORNY but that simply isn't very ladylike. I laughed softly, burying my face into his neck, whispering softly, "oh Alastor...darling you're confusing fear with something else..."

He pulled away, holding me at arms length and looked at me skeptically, then noticed the soft blushed spread over my nose and on my cheeks. A look flashed across his eyes before his smile softened and he brushed my hair away from my face. Then in the most sincere voice he's ever used with me, he said words that made my heart stop.

"Why didn't you just say so, love..."

With that we had teleported to his bedroom before I could even blink. My head felt fuzzy, and I looked around the dimly lit room, finding Alastor a few feet away by his dresser.

He pulled his tank top over his head. That left him in his boxers and my eyes travelled down against my will, before they snapped back up to his glowing eyes.

He discarded his shirt somewhere, but I didn't see. All I could see were his eyes as he walked up to the bed. The shadows in the room outlined every part of his perfect body. The scars that followed him to hell littered his torso and only made him that much hotter.

I almost thought I was hallucinating and bit my bottom lip, drawing blood. Nope, this was real.

He noticed and smiled seductively. He crawled over me, and that's when I noticed I was naked.

My cheeks lit up like a Christmas tree and I immediately covered my body, insecure. He removed my hands, pinning them above my head. He kissed my chest, just around my breasts. My heart was beating so hard I thought it might explode.

"A-A-Alastor...w-wha-" he hushed me softly.

"Our little game had never really been a game to me, my love..." he said softly, his breath tickling my skin. I nearly choked. All this time... he'd felt the same way?

"S-s-so... you l-like me?" I whimpered and he growled lightly, "more than you'd believe, darling..." his eyes met mine.

His hair was still messy, it was barely even 9 am. He looked so...handsome. That's the best way to describe his features. He looked better messy, though. Sexier.

He laid his tongue between my breasts and dragged it up to my neck, before nipping me slightly, drawing blood I'm sure.

He licked the spot and then kissed it. I couldn't believe this was actually happening.

"Alastor...?" He paused and let out a soft hum, "you're not just doing this for me... are you?" I nearly whimpered, the thought of him doing this solely for me, without feeling anything towards me himself broke my heart.

"No darling... I will admit, I have my own selfish wants in this situation..." he began, "and one of them being I want to feel what it's like to love you." I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

Love?

Love...

My fingers tangled into his hair and I pulled him up to look at me, my eyes now glowing a soft red, he'd given me the green light.

And boy was he gonna get it.

"Then show me what you're made of, daddy~"

I purred the last word sweetly, and his eyes widened. The guttural growl that came from his throat was far sexier than any words he could've spoken. He pulled himself over me and leaned towards my face. His lips hovered over mine, and I felt impatient. I'd waited for this nearly weeks into living with him, and he's teasing me.

I decided to cut his fun short, and pulled him down, stealing the kiss for myself. He seemed surprised and used one arm to hold himself up. I bit my lip, drawing more blood, making sure it got into his mouth.

To my surprise he moaned into my mouth, a deep, sexy noise. He dragged his tongue across my bottom lip and then it was in my mouth. It was my turn to moan.

This only set him off further and I knew he was slipping away. His movements were becoming more animal and rough.

I just trailed my nails up and down his back soothingly, and brought him back from his primal instincts. He kissed me sweetly, and we just made out for about 10 minutes.

It ended with me on top of him, and I could feel him through his boxers. I was fully naked, and I could very plainly feel my wetness. It's to be expected.

I went to pull down his boxers, growing impatient, but he flipped us.

"Ah ah..." he teased before trialing his fingers down to my area. He ran one up and down my opening, teasing me painfully slowly. I whined. He chuckled before slipping a finger in. I whined again, and he raised his eyebrows, and without any warning slipped in two more.

I gasped sharply and his hand slapped over my mouth. "Shhhh shh sh..." he shushed me gently, "since you want to whine, this is your punishment..." I wasn't going to let him know he was far from punishing me.

He moved around slowly, and my eyes rolled back in my head. Tears streamed out of my eyes from his slow movements causing an almost painful pleasure. My hips were shaking and he removed his hand from my mouth.

He began caressing my head and whispering sweet nothings in my ear, all while keeping his pace the same. I looked over, and met his eyes. They were a gentle red color, and it calmed me.

I'd never seen him so vulnerable before. And it was all for me. I smiled weakly at him, before he pulled his fingers from me. The empty feeling left me cold, and I pouted.

"Oh darling, you won't be making that adorable face in just a moment~"

I realized what he meant and I got very excited. He finally removed his last article of clothing, and my eyes widened.

Really... he's that big?

How on earth was I going to hold all that?

He noticed my almost nervous stare and had to hold back a laugh. "No one has ever seen it like this darling... well... no one has ever seen it besides me, darling. I guess we'll find out together." I looked up at him as he positioned himself above me.

"I love you..." I spoke softly, not even realizing what I'd said. He froze, eyes widened.

He was pressed against my entrance, and I moved slowly, grinding against him. His mouth twitched and he looked down at me, his gaze softer than I'd ever seen it.

"I love you too..." he spoke in almost a whisper, and I kept massaging him with my heat. He groaned deeply, "darling..." if he was trying to warn me, his tone failed him. I pulled my hips up, centering him with my throbbing entrance.

I'd waited so long for this, and I wasn't waiting another second.

"I-I've never... done this before..." Al suddenly spoke, almost nervous. I moved my hips slightly, sliding his head in. I felt his whole body tense, and heard the breath he sucked in. "It's ok...your body knows what to do..." I cooed to him softly, running my fingers through his hair.

With that, I lowered myself completely, taking in every bit of him. The moan he let out was so unlike anything I'd ever heard leave his mouth. It was deep, but almost desperate. It was hot.

I was struggling to adjust. He was... huge. It's to be expected from a nearly 8ft monster of a man, but still. Ouch.

I whined softly against my will, and he took that as his queue to take over. His arms wrapped around under my back and the other was supporting his weight. He was holding me against him, like I was a fragile porcelain doll that would shatter.

After a minute, I tapped him gently, letting him know he was ok to move. He pulled out slowly and I let out a whimper mixed with a moan. This seemed to motivate him, because he slammed back into me causing a gasp to rip from my throat.

After a few of these motions, he got the hang of it. He laid me down and used both of his arms to support his weight.

This was going to be a fun day.