"Keep your feet just like this...and your hips this way..."

"Like this...?"

"Just like that, you're a natural, my little Fawn."

Just skipping stones with the homicidal maniac, normal shenanigans.

Fawn's POV

The sound of the shower is what woke me up when morning rolled around. Begrudgingly, I squinted my eyes open, immediately noticing the absence of my personal heater.

Taking in a deep breath, I tried to sit up.

Key word, tried.

My pelvic muscles exploded with pain, an ache working it's way down my legs. I gasped softly, wincing at the burning feeling.

For just a moment I was confused as to why my body feels like I just did 100 sit-ups, then the events of last night came flooding back to me.

Slowly, a smile crept onto my face as my cheeks heated up at the sheer thought of what we did last night.

Round after round after round, that boy really was an animal in the sack. He wasn't satisfied until I was satisfied, almost like he couldn't enjoy it fully if I didn't finish with him.

His words floated through my head.

You're mine.

I'm his...he wants me to be his, and that alone makes a girlish excitement bubble it's way up my throat as a little giggle.

I've never been wanted in such a way before, it's so exhilarating knowing that I finally have somebody that cares about me again.

My still naked body was shrouded in the comforter, swallowed beneath these blankets. I was surrounded with his scent, and I never wanted it to fade.

Turning my head, I listened to the sound of the shower that was accompanied by his soft voice. He was singing a simple melody, something they play often at the radio station. It was one even I'd grown accustomed to, and I found that when it's him singing it, I like it even more.

Pushing my pain to the side, I realized it's not going to get better with me just laying in bed all day. Plus! Today is the day I get to talk with Thomas about broadcasting with Al, so that's something I can't miss.

Carefully, I sat up, maneuvering oddly to avoid pressure being applied to the incorrect places.

Again I winced through the pain, sighing once I was fully up.

Throwing the covers off my legs, I got up out of bed and half walk-half limped to the bathroom. If he's gonna take a shower, I might as well join him and save both of us some time.

When I stepped into the bathroom, there was a bit of steam from the temperature he'd set the water at. His singing was clearer now, carrying through the air smooth as butter.

That is, until I pushed the shower curtain back and stepped into the small space.

The way he screamed, you'd figure I was the bloodthirsty killer.

Covering my mouth to stifle the giggles, I pulled the curtain back in place, now successfully having entered into the shower with him.

He promptly composed himself, blushing now from embarrassment.

A heavy eye roll is what I was greeted with before he turned to face me, water dripping off his soaked hair and body.

"Was that necessary?" He griped, making me laugh harder.

My laughter calmed to little giggles and I nodded, smiling up at him.

"Yes, it was."

He rolled his eyes again, but the annoyance behind them was practically nonexistent at this point. Instead he opted for taking my hips into his hands and pulling me a bit closer.

"Good morning," he purred as he dipped down into my neck. I sighed softly, leaning my head to the side to give him more room as he nipped gently at my skin.

"I noticed you left me a few presents on my neck, dear, and you're lucky I wear high collared shirts," he said playfully, his breath tickling me.

I smiled and shrugged innocently, wrapping my arms up around his neck. He chuckled, "yea, ok," was the sarcastic response I got to my faux ignorance, immediately followed by him littering my neck with marks.

As he did that, the warm water rushed over both of us, subsequently aiding in helping the pain in my legs and abdomen.

Every once in a while he would nip at my jugular with his teeth, the feeling tickling me slightly until ultimately I pulled my shoulder up to hide my neck.

I giggled softly, looking up at him through my wet lashes as he gazed down at me with an amused smile, his eyes crinkled at the corners.

"I'm not food, silly," I chuckled, to which he put his finger to his chin in mock thought.

He hummed to add to his facade, looking up as if truly delving into the concept of me being inedible to him. Then he got a truly wicked smile across his face, looking back to me with one eyebrow raised.

"Are you absolutely sure about that, my darling?" he questioned me, "because, last night you looked like you taste utterly delightful," he said, lowering his eyelids.

My face began to feel warm at that comment, but he wasn't done. I should've expected payback for the way I scared him.

Bending forward, he brushed his fingers over my cheek, cupping the side of my face as he leaned closer to me. He brushed his lips over mine before pulling me closer so he could whisper...more like growl...right next to my ear.

"You looked divine opened up in such a way for me, desperately calling out my name over and over again...making a mess all over my sheets, whispering filthy things to me...and, oh, how nicely you squeezed me while I was inside you, so good for me, truly you're heaven sent...what I wouldn't give to use my tongue to split you open and—"

I couldn't take it anymore, my legs feeling like jelly now as I quickly shook my head.

"Ok! Ok, stop!" I laughed, my cheeks burning from embarrassment and a new arousal building in my stomach.

As much as I'd love for him to demonstrate how much he enjoyed last night, I think I need to give myself a day or two to recover from losing my virginity.

He pulled away with a smug smile on his lips, but his eyes were soft around the edges as he looked at me.

I put my hands against his chest, smiling up at him, "you win, I'm sorry I scared you," I said sweetly, watching his eyes light up slightly and his smile beam triumphantly.

"Ha!" He let out, obviously pleased with himself.

I rolled my eyes, although it was really cute seeing him so happy over successfully getting back at me.

From there, our shower was filled with light chatter, both of us casually conversing about random things as we went about our separate business.

I told him more about my childhood as I shaved my legs, something I'd had to be careful about when I first arrived here.

He doesn't have normal razors, only straight razors.

I had asked him about it, and he said there was one brand that sold razors how I described them but he thought it useless to buy such a thing that has to be used and replaced so often when he can just resharpen his straight razors as many times as he wants.

He's so skilled with them, he shaves his face in the shower without a mirror. Something that I just witnessed him do, and promptly gawked at him as he made it look as easy as tying your shoes.

It's not, it's really not.

I have noticed, though, that shaving with his razors makes my skin a lot smoother, so that's a plus.

In return to my stories, he shared his own. Telling me about his mother in short tangents, giving me a glimpse of just how truly close he was to her.

She taught him how to cook and hunt and fish and sew...basically any life skill you could teach a child, she taught him. He didn't speak once about his father, so I'm assuming the man was as useless as mine.

As he spoke, I noticed him reach for the shampoo. Suddenly, I remembered when my mom used to wash my hair for me. The feeling was so nice, and always made me feel special.

I stopped him, taking the shampoo into my own hand and causing him to confusedly stop his story and look at me.

"I wanna try something, can I?" I asked him, giving him no context to my plans.

Nonetheless, he shrugged slightly and nodded.

I took his shoulders and faced him away from me, pouring a bit of the sweet smelling soap into my palm.

Gently I slipped my fingers into his hair, running my nails over his scalp as I massaged his head.

When I first touched him, his shoulders tensed. Then, upon me working my fingers into his scalp, he relaxed almost immediately.

I was relieved that he seemed to react positively to it, his head leaning back slightly to aid me in reaching certain areas.

"Fawn..." he drawled, his voice nearly a moan as I worked this soap into his hair.

My smile widened, butterflies fluttering around my stomach at the confirmation that I was pleasing him.

Still, I wanted to ask.

"Feels nice?" I hummed, dragging my nails back and forth, rubbing his neck lightly with my thumbs for a moment.

He sighed, nodding his head, "very...I've never experienced such a sensation before, I think you'll need to shower with me from now on..." he said, his accent sounding thicker now that he was thoroughly relaxed.

Something I always find so attractive is when he lets his natural southern drawl show...it's soft, but makes his voice sound deeper and more rustic. It's obviously something he hid away to be seen as more professional, but I'm glad he lets me hear it every once in a while.

I chuckled at his statement, "that's fine with me," I replied simply.

My fingers stayed buried in his hair for several more minutes, both of us just enjoying the closeness of this moment.

**

Today was a walking day, unsurprising seeing as Alastor loves to walk. I've noticed it's one of the things that seems to put him most at peace.

That along with his broadcasts and...well, me.

He was holding my hand casually, his thumb rubbing against my knuckles every now and then. When we emerged from the thicket and into the world of old New Orleans I prepared once more for the strange stares.

It wasn't long until we encountered someone, and as always Alastor got a friendly hello from them.

Then my eyes widened slightly when the older man trained his friendly smile on me and nodded his head, "and you as well, miss!" He added before going on his way.

My jaw dropped in mild shock, the unexpected greeting catching me off guard.

Then a smile split my features and I turned to Al quickly, grabbing his arm with my free hand.

"Did you hear that? He said hi to me, too!" I said excitedly, ecstatic that this society has finally decided to accept me as a piece of it.

Alastor looked down at me in what seemed to be amusement.

"I heard, dear. Looks like folks have finally learned some basic manners," he quipped.

Along the way, several more people said hello, giving me a small greeting as well. The only people that hesitated slightly were a few women, their greetings to me seeming almost disappointed.

It felt nice, being acknowledged with a friendly smile instead of a judgmental stare.

Like I was finally integrating properly into this place.

Alastor held my hand the entire way there, only letting me go once we reached the building. As usual, he opened the door for me and motioned me in with a playful bow, to which I returned a small courtesy, giggling as I walked inside.

When we entered, a few people spared a curious glance at who had just come in, but upon seeing it was only us returned to their work.

He and I chatted quietly as we made our way back to his office, going over the basics of broadcasting.

Basically, it's just like a podcast.

When I said that, I got a very confused look from Alastor, but I'm not sure what else I was expecting honestly.

As usual he went to his desk and gathered his reports for tomorrow, sifting through them with a calm smile on his lips.

I hoisted myself up onto his desk, watching him curiously as he looked through the stack of papers.

Then his eyes widened and so did his smile as he pulled out a tiny stack that was paper clipped together.

"Ah! Here we are, I believe these are the reports she's prepared for you," he said, earning my interest as I furrowed my brows.

She?

Almost immediately after he said this, the office door opened, a familiar feminine voice calling out.

"Alastor, did you see your—"

I turned to face her, my eyes slightly wide as I found Mindy staring back at me. She looked at me for only a moment, her perfect lips forming a tight line before lifting back into a smile.

She looked back to Alastor, "your reports?" She finished, her heels clicking as she walked up to us.

She stood directly next to the desk, right beside where I was seated. Al sat back in his chair, still looking over the papers as he hummed.

"Yes, dear, I did...this little stack here is for Fawn, yes?" He asked, looking up at her over the rim of his glasses.

I found myself feeling pleased that the look was cold, no warmth whatsoever behind his eyes.

Looking over at her, I found her to already be glaring in my direction. I sent her a smug smile, earning a roll of her icy blue eyes.

"Yes..." she muttered, her eyes falling to her hands.

I watched Alastor's smile widen slightly, and his eyes narrow.

"Perfect, now you're dismissed. Also, make sure you knock before entering my office next time, it's rather rude to just barge in," he added, his tone condescending.

I know I shouldn't be so happy that he's being an asshole to her, but damn this girl just gives me the worst vibes. It's nice to see her humbled by the man she obviously has eyes for.

Especially since he's mine.

I stole a glance at her, wanting to see her reaction to that. Her smile was tight lipped, and she opened her mouth to reply.

Then, she hesitated, glancing at me briefly before quickly spinning on her heel and walking away.

When she was gone I released a breath I didn't even realize I'd been holding.

"Shit..." I breathed out, shaking my head, "that girl really doesn't like me," I chuckled slightly.

Al hummed again, moving himself closer to me before he laid his hands on my legs. He rubbed back and forth gently, massaging my thighs with his thumbs.

"Well, that's unfortunate for her...because I like you a lot, so you won't be going anywhere anytime soon," he purred up at me. His hands felt nice against my still aching legs, making me sigh softly as he continued to rub me.

His comment made me smile, my heart twisting up and exploding from the sweetness of his words.

Then he sighed, moving away from me again to gather up his papers and put them into a file.

Just then, the door that leads further into the office back to the studio popped open, out scuttling Niffty and then not far behind her, Thomas.

Niffty was chatting her head off, but when she spotted me she smiled big.

"Fawn! Hey!" She waved, hopping over to me and buzzing around the desk, tidying anything she thought to be out of place around Alastor and I.

"Hey!" I replied with a wave.

Thomas was next to speak, striding over with the elegance of a cat and that same wide smile on his face.

"Hello, dear! Alastor, good morning my friend, ready to give today's reports?" Thomas greeted us, giving us both a friendly glance.

"Indeed, good man!" Alastor replied with, and just like that the men started chattering away, matching each other's energy almost perfectly.

I smiled, listening to them talk...maybe this guy can be good for Al, maybe he could make himself a friend.

"Oh, Thomas!" Al exclaimed suddenly, turning to motion towards me, "my darling here has decided she would like to join me for a segment! I already have her a part picked out, might we be able to work that in tomorrow?" He asked.

Thomas looked to me, those blue eyes piercing my soul. His attitude mirrored Alastor's, and he nodded.

"Why, absolutely! It'll be a nice little surprise for New Orleans to have a softer voice alongside their beloved regular, don't you think?" He directed this question at me.

I nodded, giving him a bright smile, "totally! I can't wait, it's gonna be so fun!" I said, although I was a bit nervous now that it was set in stone.

"Splendid! Ok, then, for today I would like you to sit in with Alastor like you normally would, but pay attention to the finer details of what he does, I'm sure Alastor already knows what to teach you," he waved his hand slightly, then pulled a pocket watch out, looking at the time.

"Speaking of, it's showtime! To the booth, my friends!"