I'm not particularly proud of this one, but figured I'd show you guys anyway. Might not color it, idk yet.

A/N, please read this: Hey guys. I just want to let all of you know that my daily updates may have to come to a brief hiatus. I don't want to burden you all with the details of my life at home, currently, but let's just say if you believe in God I need your prayers. I will try my best to keep writing, but with what's going on I really am not sure if what I write will be coherent or make sense.
I always want to produce the best quality of work that I can for all of you, so I may have to take a break for just a minute. Thank you all so much for your support and, if need be, your patience.

- whatevs

Fawn's POV

The day has arrived.

My very first broadcast.

I have to say, I'm genuinely excited.

My body actually didn't feel tired when I woke up today, the sound of the shower floating through the dawn-lit room.

Pushing myself up, I was pleased to find most of the pain from the day prior had faded.

I made my way towards the shower, stripping myself of my clothing on the way there.

Somehow, him seeing me naked hasn't embarrassed me once. Not even the first time he saw me...it just felt natural.

He doesn't look at me like that's the only thing he's looking at. When he looks at my body, it's like he's soaking up my entirety...he's not just admiring outwardly, he's mapping me and storing every curve to memory.

I do the same to him.

Pulling back the curtain, I smiled sleepily at Alastor as he turned to face me.

However, my face heated up slightly and my eyes fell between his legs as I noticed something out of the ordinary.

"Um..." I chuckled slightly, slowly stepping into the shower with him, "good morning to you, too," I joked, looking away from his hard-on back up to his eyes.

He rolled his eyes, huffing slightly, "it's been annoyingly persistent this morning," he grumbled, looking down at himself, "my morning predicaments normally don't last this long," he added.

I raised an eyebrow at him, my hair beginning to get wet, warm water running over my body.

With a shrug, he turned back away from me to finish shaving.

"It'll go down eventually...are you excited for today, little Fawn?" He asked me, his tone taking on a more chipper note.

Go down? Oh, I know how to make it go down.

I blinked, barely registering his question through the new heat boiling in my lower stomach.

"Huh...? Oh, uh...yea! I am..." I replied, giggling slightly.

He hummed, and I watched as he carefully shaved his neck, mumbling a soft, "that's good..."

The precision of his movements was very attractive, and I was a bit ashamed of how easily it turned me on.

Biting my lip softly, I grabbed the bar of soap discreetly, beginning to lather it in my hands.

"I'm just a little bit nervous, is all," I said, speaking honestly but also setting the promiscuous plan I just formulated into motion.

He finished shaving, sighing quietly before he turned to face me again, a soft smile on his face.

"You're going to do wonderful, dear...we can take the car and get there a bit early so you can practice," he said, then casually offered me the razor, "do you need this?" He asked.

I glanced at it briefly, carefully taking it into my soapy hands and setting it aside. Looking back up, I shook my head, "no...but..."

Hesitantly, I stepped forward and then ran my hands up his chest, slowly rubbing the soap around.

My face was burning by this point, and Alastor's eyes widened as he looked down at me.

"This is new...what are you up to?" He asked me, his smile widening.

I shrugged, glancing down at his "predicament" as he called it.

"Nothin' I just...thought maybe, instead of waiting, I could help you with your..." my fingers trailed lower, slipping easily down his abs, "situation?"

Only then did his eyes gain a sort of...realization to what I was implying. His face turned a deeper hue of red, and I have a feeling it wasn't because of the steam.

"If- if that's what you want, sweetie..." he stuttered slightly, this whole concept obviously new to him.

It's new to me, too...but how convenient is it that I have someone to go to whenever I get horny, now?

The little smile on my face widened and I took his hard cock into my soapy hand. The contact made him twitch, and he grunted softly.

The feeling of his skin on my palm and the blood pounding in my ears was so exhilarating.

Slowly I began pumping my hand, stepping closer to him so that I could look up at him through my lashes.

He was already looking at me, a relaxed smile on his lips with his eyes half shut.

"Is this ok?" I checked to make sure he was completely alright with this, although I'm pretty sure he would've stopped me by now if he wasn't.

He huffed slightly, nodding his head before I felt his fingers slip into my hair behind my head.

In one swift movement, he pulled me forward, leaning down as he did that to connect our lips.

I squeaked in surprise, but kept up my steady attentions to his arousal.

He moaned into my mouth, causing a spark of tingles to shoot through my legs. Then he pulled away from my lips just to rest his forehead against mine, panting heavily.

"Faster...faster, please, that feels..." the broken whisper didn't get finished, cut off by a low, quiet moan.

I complied to his request, speeding up the thrusts of my hand. I made sure to envelope him fully, squeezing near his tip since I know that's a sensitive area for guys.

This seemed to work like a charm, turning him into a panting mess in barely any time at all.

His panting turned into deep whines, which he promptly silenced by kissing me again. The noises were now being muffled by my mouth.

That same feeling I'd gotten the night we had sex rose in my stomach, the strong desire pulsing between my legs.

Although, it wasn't until I could feel it dripping and sticking to my thighs that I thought to do something about it.

Taking my hand off his cock, I put both my arms up around his neck. His closed eyes opened halfway, looking down at me.

"Can you hold me?" I asked him quietly, feeling as his hands began moving from my shoulders down my back.

"I can..." he purred, the words sounding deep in his throat.

Then, without any warning he grabbed both my ass cheeks and squeezed me before ordering, "jump."

I did as I was told, hopping up and wrapping my legs around his waist. The warm water was still cascading over the both of us, but I could hardly feel it over the heat inside my own body.

He wasted no time in putting my back against the cold tile wall, making me arch slightly to escape the chill before I inevitably accepted it.

No words were spoken between us as he began to grind his hips up into mine, massaging my clit with his erection. Soon, I was in the same state as him, panting and heaving for breath.

Then he pulled away from me slightly to look me in the eyes as he slid into me. My mouth dropped open and I fought to keep my eyes on him while he slowly worked himself inside.

His movements were careful and he was gently caressing the side of my face with his thumb, our hips connecting after only a few seconds.

I was holding onto him tightly, feeling as my muscles accepted his entry happily and tried to suck him in deeper.

The smile he gave me was nearly drunk looking, and he started rutting himself into me at a steady pace.

My moans were shameless, calling out his name in a repetitive song that had him going faster and faster.

The position we were in allowed him to repeatedly slam into something deep inside me. I don't know what it was, and I didn't care.

It felt good.

My moans turned into pitiful whines and his head dropped into my shoulder as he let out a moan of his own, following it with a few quiet curses.

The feeling in my legs turned almost numb, my nerves firing off rapidly to alert me I was getting close.

And from the sloppy jerking of his hips, I think he's close, too.

I was desperately grabbing at him, trying to get a firm hold with my nails, ultimately failing and dragging them down his back.

Each time I would do that he would either grunt or moan, so I was unsure if it was pleasant or not.

I barely had time to announce it, a slurred and barely coherent version of "I'm going to cum," falling past my lips.

This only fueled him, his hips suddenly meeting mine at a vicious pace as he pressed his body against me.

The familiar feeling washed over me, rolling through my body in waves as I cried out. He didn't slow down, helping me ride out my orgasm for as long as he was able.

The continuous assault of pleasure had my nails burying themselves into his back once more, and I was about to move my hands altogether to prevent hurting him.

Until suddenly I felt his fingers against my clit, shocking a gasp out of me, forcing me to rake my nails down.

"You feel so fucking good..." he growled, then laid his forehead against mine, closing his eyes.

His expression was a twisted up version of concentration and ecstasy.

Suddenly, he put his head into the crook of my neck, hip hips jerking out of rhythm before he pushed up into me roughly. He let out a long, drawn out groan as I felt him twitch inside me.

Both of us took a moment, holding each other while we regained our breath. I rested my head on his shoulder, taking in a deep breath and letting it out through a satisfied sigh.

Slowly he pulled himself out of me, leaving an emptiness behind.

Although, I did feel liquid drip out of me that I'm pretty sure wasn't mine.

When he finally lowered me to my feet, I had to hold onto him for a moment to let my legs stop shaking.

Glancing down, I saw his issue had, in fact, been resolved.

"Aha! I told you it would work," I said triumphantly, putting my hands on my hips with a smug smile.

He rolled his eyes, chuckling before putting his hand over my face and lightly pushing me backwards.

"Shut up," he said playfully, and I grabbed his hand, giggling as I removed it from my face and held it.

He raised his eyebrows, pushing his hair back with his free hand, "might we continue actually getting clean now, you heathen?" he teased me, pretending like I'm the only one who enjoyed that.

I stuck my tongue out at him, and he gave me a warm smile before he turned around to grab the shampoo.

The moment I saw his back, I nearly screamed.

There were long, angry red lines running the length of his back, some of them bleeding.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed, quickly touching his back, gently looking over the cuts, "I-I'm sorry I..."

He turned, taking my wrists into his hands and bringing them together as he shook his head.

"Don't you dare apologize...I loved every second of what just happened," he reassured me.

I blinked, unsure if I should believe him or not.

"Are you sure...? You're bleeding..." I continued my worrying, but when his expression stayed the same, I felt myself calm slightly.

"Good."

That was the only response I got, but it was firm.

So, I smiled and we continued our daily routines.

**

When Alastor and I arrived at the station it was absolutely buzzing with activity.

We received glances and "good mornings" and some people even smiled at me.

Alastor hummed a small tune as he unlocked his office door, opening it for me as he normally would.

As usual, his office was pristine and smelled like fresh coffee. Niffty was already in there, dusting a plant by the window very gently, in her other hand she held a small watering can.

"Hey Niff!" I called, raising my hand and stepping away from Al towards where she was standing.

She spun to face me, her focused expression splitting into that unsettling smile.

Though, I'm used to it by now.

"Fawn!"

She scurried over to me, hopping around me like she does when she greets Al, forever unable to stand still for even a moment.

Eventually she settled in front of me, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she looked up at me, "you ready to give your report?!" She asked me excitedly.

I raised an eyebrow, chuckling, "Did Al tell you about that?" I asked, and she paused briefly, glancing to the side as a blush crept up her face.

"Oh...no, actually uh...Thomas and I have been spending some time together..." she said, her eyes gaining a dreamy look in them.

My eyebrows raised and I snatched her hands into my own, hopping up and down excitedly, "what?! That's great!"

Upon my positive reception to the news, she started bouncing excitedly with me, nodding her head.

"I know!" She squealed.

For a second we celebrated like that, until Alastor's voice cut in.

"What on earth are you two over there making so much noise about?" He called from across the room.

I looked over at him, and he was behind his desk filing papers away like usual. I glanced back at Niffty, and she shook her head as if to say 'not yet'.

"Oh, nothing! Niffty was just telling me about a book she read," I lied smoothly, and since Al wasn't currently looking at me he was none the wiser.

"Mmmmkay, dear," he murmured, sifting through the papers in front of him.

I bit my lip, turning towards Niffty and giving her a thumbs up before I headed back over to Al. When I reached him, I hopped up onto my usual seat on top of his desk.

This gained his attention, causing his eyes to raise up to me.

"You two done throwing a fit?" He asked me, leaning forward onto his elbows.

I rolled my eyes, reaching forward and poking his nose, "you done being a loser?" I shot back playfully.

He gasped, throwing his hand over his chest dramatically.

We both chuckled at that, and then the sound of a door opening grabbed our attention. I turned around to face whoever was coming in, hoping it wasn't her.

And I was pleasantly surprised to find it was Thomas, a big smile on his face as he approached us.

"Hello and good morning my friends!" He greeted us warmly, "are you ready for your first ever broadcast, dear?" He asked me, holding his hand out towards me to help me off the desk.

I didn't really need help, but I took his hand nonetheless to avoid seeming rude.

"Yea! Al and I practiced on the way here, and I think I've got it down," I said with a nod.

He bent forward slightly, "splendid! Just remember to relax, and don't sweat it if you slip up, alright? Just keep chugging through, and it'll slip right under the rug," he explained with smooth hand motions.

I giggled and then Al was by my side, "is it about that time, Tom?" He asked, to which Thomas pulled out a pocket watch, pursing his lips.

"My, it seems so, my good man! Well, then, let us go on back and get the setup ready to go!" With that he turned and Al and I followed.

Well, here's to hoping this goes well.