Fashionista Fawn is in the house. Wit the strawberry tank and the mom jeans.

Fawn's POV

My hand went over my mouth to stifle another giggle after Mindy finished yet another story about Al.

"You're joking..." I snorted softly and another fit of laughter overtook me, "I know he didn't actually do that!"

Mindy let out a little laugh, and nodded.

"Oh, yes...he's quite the, um...prankster, shall we say?" She said with a smile.

Despite my previous doubts, this conversation with her has been quite pleasant. I don't even know how much time has passed...I haven't checked the clock.

Hell, Al could be in his broadcast by now.

I shook my head, my cheeks hurting slightly from how much I was smiling, "I just didn't think he'd go that far...I mean...salt in his coffee?" I said, slightly still in disbelief.

She nodded again, "oh yes! And don't forget him moving every piece of furniture in his office just slightly to the left. Every two seconds a different colorful word could be heard," she snickered.

Again, I couldn't contain my laughter.

Maybe that's why this place goes through so many bosses...Alastor just pranks them until they leave.

Or he kills them, but as far as I know, there's only been one instance of that.

However, I believe he's taken quite the liking to Tom...it makes me happy, it's good for him to have an actual friend outside of me and Niffty.

"Oh, that's ridiculous," I giggled, then sighed, "he's such a goofball," I said fondly, blushing at the thought of him, my eyes falling to my hands.

She hummed, "that he is...why, I remember when he arrived here as nothing more than a—a journalist...not a penny to his name..." she said, and I looked up at her.

Her eyes were focused on her coffee mug, lips set into a smile but it was...dampened.

"I was actually above him...his boss, one could say," she chuckled, "but...he received the promotion I dreamed of...I worked so hard just to be noticed but in the end..." she shrugged, and met my eyes.

"I suppose I just wasn't quite good enough."

I frowned softly, my brows furrowing, "hey, don't say that...you're totally good enough for anything you set out for," I smiled then, and reached forward, touching her hand gently, "you're awesome." I complimented sincerely.

Her eyes widened slightly and she looked down again.

She even smiled slightly, opening her mouth to respond before the door opening made us both jump.

"Fawn, my dear?" Alastor's curious voice cut through the air.

"Over here!" I called back, and he stepped into the break room, looking over towards me with a smile.

Then his expression immediately turned cold at the sight of Mindy, a bit of confusion riddling his features as he looked between us.

"Forgive me, what is going on here?" He asked, and I rolled my eyes, shaking my head slightly.

"We're just having a chat, you never told me you were such a funny man, Al," I said and lowered my eyelids.

His eyes widened and he glanced at Mindy.

"Oh, god, what has she told you..." he groaned, and I laughed.

"Nothing too bad," I snickered, and he walked over, smiling softly at me.

I glanced at Mindy, and she followed his movements with her eyes, lowering them occasionally.

Her lips pursed and I felt bad once again.

But, it's better she comes to terms with it. I'm not going anywhere, and Alastor has made his choice clear.

At least she's not actively being Regina George towards me anymore.

When he reached our table, he stepped behind me and began to play with my hair, pulling it all towards my back to run his fingers through it.

"Well, I suppose I can let the gossip slide...however, both of you girls will be having a meeting with Tom and I after the last broadcast of the day."

My brows furrowed, and I looked up at him, "I don't even work here?" I protested confusedly, and he smirked and then winked at me.

"I know."

My face heated up, and I felt hot suddenly over that very subtle action.

Fuck...Why am I so horny today?

"Well, ok then," I replied with a stupid smile, and he hummed before looking to Mindy.

She stood up, taking her mug and nodding to Al, "yes sir," she said politely, and then looked to me with a small smile, "it was nice talking with you."

I nodded, giving her a smile in return, "you too," I said, and she put her dish in the sink and headed out to do whatever it is she does.

Once she was gone, I sighed, leaning back into my chair.

"Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but...I thought you two hated each other?" Alastor questioned, and I snorted softly.

"I did too...I mean, I amended it slightly, but I figured she still couldn't stand me, but...that was actually pleasant," I said.

He hummed, "that's good...but be wary. I don't trust her as far as I can throw her, she's still a snakish woman in my opinion," he said distrustfully.

I frowned, looking up to him, "be nice, Alastor. She might be a mean sometimes, but you don't know what she goes through just to be where she is. Things aren't as easy for her as they are for you," I scolded him slightly, and he blinked down at me, a bit surprised.

"I—" he started and then stopped, pursing his lips and furrowing his brows before looking away.

Then he sighed, "I suppose you're right, I apologize, sweetheart..."

I knew his guilt was only due to my disappointment in his statement, but at least he apologized.

I smiled and stood up, taking his hand into mine, "don't sweat it, stupid...just be more considerate, ok? There's more to people than what's on the surface...prime example right here," I poked his stomach.

He chuckled and put his hand over the spot, "yes, yes...I understand. Now, what would you like to do? I am on my intermission," he said with a smile and my eyes widened.

"Seriously?! I didn't realize so much time had passed...uh...you hungry?" I asked, and he looked up in thought.

"I could eat...I believe there's a brunch café down the street, if that sounds good to you?" He suggested, and I smiled wider.

Literally every food item sounds amazing to me right now, but some waffles smothered in sweet syrup sound especially good.

After I nodded, he began to tug me along towards the hallway.

The studio was quiet, and I hummed, looking around, "man, it's quiet in here..." I wondered aloud. We were only about halfway down the hall, but normally there's at least some noise.

"I believe everyone is occupied on their breaks...today is a very beautiful day, so most of them have probably commuted elsewhere..."

He said this thoughtfully, and I glanced up at him.

I bit my lip slightly and looked away quickly. I'm beginning to feel sexually frustrated, and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't his fault.

Him and his damn stupid sexy self.

Then my eyes widened slightly when I realized...basically no one is here...maybe we could just...

Real quick...

My thoughts took control of my actions, and I slowed to a stop, causing Al to pause and turn to me.

"What's wrong, baby?"

Oh, you fucker.

Instead of answering, I tugged him close to me and he turned to face me fully. His expression was confused, then I got on my toes and brushed my lips over his neck.

I heard his breath hitch, and his hands landed themselves on my waist.

"Um...dear?" He questioned, sounding a bit nervous.

I still didn't answer, but I did run my tongue up over his Addams Apple, pressing my body flush against his in the process.

His grip on me tightened and he let out a shaky breath, "you're mad, woman..." he whispered, but to my surprise, made no effort to remove me.

I happily continued kissing his neck and up his jaw, letting my hands roam across his body.

Mindlessly, I untucked his shirt and slid my hands beneath the fabric, feeling his skin beneath my fingers.

"Fawn...we are in the hallway," he hissed at me, his tone a bit lower than normal.

It sent a shiver down my spine.

Finally I answered him, pulling back to look at him through my lustful haze, "then you better be quick, baby..." I purred.

I watched his self control practically leave his body, and in the blink of an eye I was against the wall.

He had my arms above my head, holding my wrists with one hand while the other one cupped my cheek.

His body was pressed against mine, sandwiching me between himself and the wall.

I looked up at him, and he was only a couple inches away from me, a devilish smile on his face.

"I'll only give you what you want if you tell me how bad you want it...beg me, and maybe I'll be generous," he said lowly, and normally I'd be a brat and protest.

Not today.

"Please fuck me..." I whispered, "I want you to fuck me against the wall, please fuck me, please..."

Once again I hit him with the eyes, batting my lashes innocently.

The blush that had begun to form on his face deepened, and I could feel him clearly harden through his slacks.

"More..." he growled, laying his forehead against mine before grinding against me slightly, "beg me more."

Oh, he's real persistent today...if convincing is what he needs, I'm happy to comply.

I just want to get railed before I shove some waffles in my face.

"Oh, please fuck me, baby...I need you, please...I want you inside me..." I tugged against the grip he had on my wrists, and he tightened it. Of course it didn't hurt, but I could tell he enjoyed me resisting his hold just a little.

Finally he kissed me deeply, unable to contain himself any longer.

"Fuck," he whispered against my lips, releasing my wrists to fumble with his pants while practically shoving his tongue down my throat.

The sound of his belt falling undone made butterflies burst through my stomach and my legs felt weak.

I quickly undid my belt, my pants falling to the floor seconds later.

No more words were spoken as he unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, pulling them down slightly to free his cock.

Foreplay was not needed, I could see the precum smeared on his tip, and he looked like he would explode from just a gentle breeze.

If that wasn't enough, I was practically throbbing, an ache between my legs that was begging to be satisfied.

"Put one leg up around my waist..." he grunted, putting one hand against the wall to hold himself up.

It was like nothing else existed, all I could smell, all I could feel was him. He had me in a trance, and I'd do whatever he said if it meant I could just cum already.

"Yes, sir..." I breathed, hooking my leg around his waist. He quickly grabbed my thigh, pulling my leg up higher to give himself easy access to my dripping core.

He let out a breathy chuckle, once again laying his body against mine and putting his lips right by my ear.

I felt him press his tip against my center, just barely dipping in as he grasped my breast firmly.

"One more time, baby..." he whispered in my ear, and I nearly rolled my eyes, but I was too horny to be annoyed.

"Oh, god, just fuck me already!" I whined, and then gasped when he quickly pushed up into me entirely.

My hands immediately went to his hair, and he began to kiss my jaw and the bits of my neck that weren't covered by my collar.

The pace he set was fast, drawing a gasp from my throat each time our hips connected.

I couldn't care less that we were in the middle of the hallway, the only thing on my mind was him.

"Alastor..." I gasped out his name, moaning and pulling at his hair.

He grunted and then let out a few heavy breaths, "be quiet..." he ordered me breathlessly, yet gave me several brutal strokes directly after, making me moan even louder.

This apparently warranted a hand over my mouth, and he pulled away from my neck to look me in the eyes.

There was a bit of sweat on his forehead, and he gave me that charming smile.

"You're so loud..." he said, nearly sounding a bit condescending, "if you get us caught, you'll be receiving something far worse than this when we get home," he threatened.

That only made me want to scream his name and announce to the entire office that I was about to cum.

Speaking of which...my muscles are starting feel tight.

Loud wet noises could be heard where our bodies were connecting, and his expression fell as his eyes rolled back and shut.

He let his head fall slightly, leaning forward against me a bit more.

My moans were muffled by his hand, and he was breathing heavily and suppressing his groans by pressing his lips against the side of my head.

When the feeling finally overtook me, I could hardly see. Stars erupted behind my eyes, blinding me as my walls clamped down on him.

He let out a deep, heavy groan that he quieted by slamming his lips against mine.

Followed by the twitching of his hips before he gave me one last rough thrust. There he stayed, hilted inside me as he released himself.

We both rode our highs as long as we could, him giving me a couple more gentle thrusts to wane me down.

Then he pulled out of me completely, giving me another kiss as he did so.

We both fixed our pants, catching our breath.

The silence between us was filled with breathless panting, and then I met his eyes and we both smiled and laughed.

He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head, "you're crazier than me, woman..." he laughed, then laced his fingers with mine and we once again began our path down the hallway.

"Absolutely bat-shit crazy," he added, although his tone was gentle, followed by him squeezing my hand.

I don't care if that was crazy.

That was the best sex we've ever had.