I'm starting to lose track of the songs I've shown you all, so if this is a repeat, I'm sorry😂

I love this song tho😙

Anyway, this chapter got a bit outta hand...enjoy🤭

Fawn's POV

I decided to accompany Al during his broadcast this morning. Niffty told me it was fine, and she would handle the morning chores.

My body was relaxed into the large, cushy chair as I listened to Alastor ramble on and on about the latest drama and whatever else needed addressing within the community.

Occasionally he would glance to me, sending me a discrete wink or just the slightest smirk. I played into his silent flirting, reaching under the desk to dance my fingers up his thigh, or gently nudging his foot with mine.

These actions were childish in nature, and something that I was surprised Al wanted to partake in. Yet, here he was, happily toying with me.

My smile was soft, and I rested my cheek in my palm as I listened to him speak.

There's something familiar about this broadcast...something that feels almost like deja vu. I've been trying to place it the entire time, focusing hard on the words and his movements.

Then, suddenly, it hit me like a train.

Holy fuck this was...this was the broadcast. The one that was clipped over that video of Alastor giving a tour of the office.

The video that sent me here.

My lips parted, and a surreal feeling suddenly washed over me, making me feel just a bit dizzy.

I don't normally think about my life before...in fact, with each passing day it's fading further and further away from me.

But hearing the broadcast that started it all...and knowing I was sitting right next to him during it...just...

Wow.

Alastor turned to look at me, and when he caught my eye his brows furrowed. His speech didn't hiccup or change, but he did face me a bit more.

With no hesitation, he reached over openly and in front of everyone outside the booth and took my hand into his.

His eyes were soft as he rubbed my knuckles, asking me silently if I was ok.

Quickly, I wiped the slightly star struck look off my face and smiled, nodding.

The concern in his eyes let up, but he still kept a bit of a closer eye on me as he finished up his morning stories.

Once he'd finally reached the end of he segment, he signed off and then pushed the microphone away from him, turning to me almost immediately.

"Are you alright? You looked a little pale earlier..." he said quietly, leaning forward to rub my legs gently.

I giggled and nodded, "I'm alright, it's just...this broadcast is..." I paused a moment, collecting my thoughts so I could voice them properly, "it's...it was the same one on the tape that...sent me here."

I finished my statement as almost a whisper, and Al's eyes widened a bit.

"My...how strange is that?" He mused, giving me a crooked, cute looking smile.

My mouth opened again to answer, but just then the door to the booth burst open and in came the one and only Thomas Calcutta.

"Beautiful! Utterly moving, Alastor. Bravo!"

Al, of course, ate up the flattery with a prideful smile. His chest puffed out and he stood up, prompting me to do so as well.

We met him halfway, and talked casually together for a minute or two before Thomas interjected the conversation.

"Oh! Folks, would you mind coming to my office? I have something private I want to speak with you two about," he said, to which I looked over at Al suspiciously.

When he had his eyebrows raised and a quizzical smile upon his face, my suspicion turned to intrigue and we began to follow Tom out of the booth and towards his office.

Tom and Al chatted on the way there, but I couldn't bring myself to listen as I drifted further into my thoughts...remembering what happened the last time I was called into this office.

Only when we stepped into the dim room, and the door shut did I snap back to reality.

Looking around, I saw Niffty sitting on Tom's desk, kicking her feet. She waved at me excitedly, and I waved back.

That still couldn't quell my anxiety, my body restlessly fidgeting next to Alastor. Instinctively, I reached down for his hand, wrapping my hand around his ring and pinky finger.

When he felt me touch him, he pulled his hand back momentarily before repositioning to where our fingers were laced together. This made most of my nerves neutralize.

"Alright friends! I've gathered you all here because you all are some of my most trusted and closest companions," Thomas started, smiling widely as he took his place behind his desk. Niffty smiled at him, looking absolutely lovesick.

Man, I wish those two would just make it official already.

"Which is why I want you to know before anyone else that I'll be throwing a little shindig on Christmas Eve! The holidays are steadily approaching, and with that should come lots of fun, friendly festivities!" Our boss exclaimed excitedly.

I perked up, interested, and Alastor just stood calmly and we continued listening.

"This is just a personal invitation to my abode for the occasion," Thomas waved his hand nonchalantly, acting as if it were no big deal...but when his eyes averted from us and he seemed to be blushing slightly, I picked up a bit on what's happening.

He feels genuinely close to us, and is sharing this with us because he's excited about it. He's trying to make us happy.

I smiled, then, realizing Thomas must not have many friends outside our small group.

After a moment, he looked back to us, eyebrows raised in an expectant manner.

Al hummed, tapping his finger against his chin. The hand that was holding mine squeezed me gently, and then he answered for the both of us.

"We'd love to join the get-together, my dear friend! Who all else will be there?"

Thomas perked up immediately at the positive response to his proposition, "splendid! And as for other guests, I will be inviting the entire office. Their invitations will be sent out much later and will be far less intimate, however."

"Alrighty, that sounds absolutely lovely! Thank you for this invitation, my friend," Alastor bowed slightly, ever the polite gentleman.

I nodded in agreement, "yea, sounds really fun, Tom! Just let us know closer to the date if we need to bring anything, or if you need any help, we'll be happy to lend a hand," I said with a smile.

Tom nodded, looking much more relaxed now, "of course! Thank you, dear."

With that, we all dispersed from the office together, once again heading to the break room for a chat and a bit of relaxation before our afternoon responsibilities needed tending to.

**

Later, Al and I returned home a little later than usual.

The sun was already setting as we approached the house, and I could faintly hear Alastor humming.

He released my hand to open the door, seeing as his other hand was currently occupied with a small paper bag that we retrieved from Edith.

Her shop was rather busy today, actually, which is part of the reason we were out so late.

We entered the house, and I sighed and put my hands on my lower back before stretching out slightly.

"Alright, my love, I'm going to go put your vitamins in the kitchen with the rest of our medicinal items," Alastor said as he walked past me and to the kitchen, "then I'm going to make us some dinner, I'm sure you two are very hungry by now, hm?"

He looked over his shoulder at me, and my hands went over my stomach almost as if It was an instinct.

Well, he's not wrong. I am starving.

I nodded with a smile, and he turned back around and disappeared into the kitchen.

My eyes lingered on the doorway, and I got the strong urge to follow him.

Before I could even stop myself, I was already well on my way to the room. He was shuffling through the cabinet, arranging the bottles in places I could reach them.

For some reason, as I watched him do that, my heart thudded against my chest hard. Almost like the first time we met, when I was still gaining feelings for him.

This was then followed by the first few telling signs of my body feeling physically attracted to him. I bit my lip, eating up the pleasant view I was getting.

His shirt was untucked, and his ass looked great in those slacks.

My face started to feel hot, enough so that a bit of sweat began to gather at my nape.

What in the world

That's all I could think to myself, my heart rate accelerated as I could practically feel myself getting wetter and wetter over something so small.

This has to be my pregnancy hormones acting up. Edith told us that I would be a bit hormonal, and probably temperamental "among other things."

I'm starting to see what she means by that.

However, even though I know it's just wild hormones firing off rapidly, I couldn't help myself as I walked up behind him.

I think he knew I was there, because he subtly looked over his shoulder before stilling his movements and waiting for me to reach him.

"What are you doing?" He said, amusement lacing his voice, "if you want to sneak up on me, darling, I'm afraid you'll need to try..." his voice slowly faded off as I got closer to him, sliding my hands beneath his shirt and around his front.

Up his abs, across his chest and back down.

A deep shiver traveled up his back, and I pressed myself fully against him, slowly tracing the outline of his muscles.

My brain showed me images...nasty images. I remembered him getting hard for me earlier this morning, and bit my lip.

Suddenly, I was calling myself a fool for not getting on my knees and sucking his cock right there. It seems in my mind right now like the only option I could've had, so why didn't I do it?

"Baby...?" He questioned, his voice having lowered slightly.

"Do you still want me?" I whispered, sliding my hands down to the hem of his pants. His breath caught, and he chuckled lightly.

"My dear, what do you mean?"

Just by the tone of his voice, I knew he was teasing me. He knows exactly what I mean.

However, my body isn't exactly in the "teasing" mood.

One of my hands went back up his chest, and the other went directly between his legs where I gently palmed him through his pants.

He tensed, and I could feel him getting hard already.

"I think you know what I mean..." I purred, massaging him gently.

He hummed, continuing to casually put the medicine up before he closed the cabinet.

"I'm starting to get the idea..." he responded, and then grunted when I grabbed him through his pants, thrusting my hand as best as I could.

However, his slacks were proving to be quite the annoying roadblock.

"S-slow down, dear, I understand...let's just—"

"Right now. Right here."

He turned around, then, beginning to undo the buttons on his shirt.

"In the kitchen?" He asked me, a playful smile on his lips.

I nodded, almost desperately as I started shedding my own clothing. The moment I got the restrictive pieces of fabric off, I felt ten times better.

"Are you sure, my darling?" He continued teasing me, "I mean, that's not very sanitary—"

I cut him off the moment my pants were thrown to the side, throwing my body against his and connecting our lips.

My movements were hungry, and needy. There was a fire inside me that I needed extinguished right now or I think I'm going to explode.

"Shut up," I growled against his lips, moving my hips subconsciously to try and grind against the air.

Breathless moans escaped me in between kisses, and the feeling of his hands against my hips wasn't enough for me.

"Touch me," I practically whined, "please touch me."

He made no teasing comments, wasting no time in moving his hands around to my bottom. He squeezed me, and I moaned louder.

You know, there's somewhere in my head telling me that I should show just a little restraint instead of humping him like a dog in heat...

But I can't really hear it over the blood rushing to my head.

I want him, and I want him now.

It's like if I don't get him within the next 5 minutes, I'm either going to die or the world is going to end.

My hands began to fumble with his pants, undoing his belt before practically ripping his slacks off his body.

"My, someone is needy," he got out through heavy panting, still recovering from the kiss we just shared.

I didn't say anything, but I did celebrate in my head when I finally got his pants off his body.

He stepped out of them, kicking them to the side before he initiated the next steps.

His hands went to my thighs and he picked me up effortlessly, wrapping my legs around his waist so he could hold me properly.

"I guess I'll just have to take care of you, then, hm? Look at you...you poor dear, all flushed...so hot and bothered, all for me?" He purred huskily.

I nodded, whining softly when I felt his erection press against my sex.

Both of us were still in our underwear, though, and I was heavily craving direct skin on skin contact.

"Ah ah, use your words, baby...how am I supposed to know what you mean if you don't speak?" He cooed at me, and then I felt him lay me down on a flat, hard surface.

The kitchen table, I'm assuming.

I grunted angrily at his relentless teasing, and grabbed at his underwear, trying to pull it off of him.

However, he stopped me, holding me by the wrists before he pinned them above my head and leaned over me.

His eyes were half lidded, and there was a smirk on his lips.

My chest heaved and I tried grinding my hips against him. I just need something that will cause friction, something that will satiate this feeling inside me.

"Please..." I whined, "please, you're being mean, please just fuck me..."

My desperate words made his eyes soften, although the smile on his face widened.

"Goodness gracious, I've never seen you so fussy before..." he said, and then leaned down to kiss my cheek gently.

Then he got next to my ear, "is this what you want?" He whispered to me, pressing his hips against mine.

That made me gasp, and I pulled against his hold on my wrists. My struggle made him tighten his grip, and he chuckled.

"Ok, ok..." he relented, moving his free hand between my legs. He began to rub me through my underwear, humming to himself softly.

I could feel myself throbbing, my toes curling and uncurling as I desperately whined and wriggled.

"P-please!" I begged, exasperated and frustrated.

Finally he let go of my wrists and I immediately wrapped my arms around his back. His body provided me an anchor to help ground myself.

His hands went to my underwear, and I lifted my hips so he could remove them. Except, I don't think I'm the only one who's feeling horny, because he just tore them at the seam and discarded them to the side.

I could feel his heavy breaths against my cheek as he shed his own underwear as well.

"You were a little tease this morning, naughty girl..." he huffed, beginning to grind into me, "it's only fair I get to tease you back."

My brain hardly cared that he was speaking, my body was so relieved that it was finally getting stimulated.

His cock slipped over my throbbing clit several times, and my breaths were already beginning to catch in my throat.

He grunted and then I felt lips against my neck before I cried out when he entered me with no warning.

My nails broke the skin on his back, followed by several whiny moans leaving my mouth against my will.

I heard a few choice words get whispered against my skin, I could only make them out partially but it sounded like he was commenting on how tight I was.

My body bounced with the force of his thrusts, and a feeling of pure euphoria washed over my entire body, making me feel numb and light.

"Yes, yes, yes..." I panted over and over, wrapping my legs firmly around his waist.

He moaned into my shoulder, snapping his hips into mine sharply.

"I-it's so tight...w-why are you s-so fucking...ah...Fawn, you...fuck...fuck!"

I felt him grab onto my chest, squeezing the flesh there and then pinching my sensitive nipple between his fingers.

A yelp hiccuped out of my throat, and my muscles clenched around him, which only made him groan.

He took a few rough breaths before his thrusts became fast and erratic.

"You feel so good..." he praised me breathlessly, "so tight for me, so warm...you were made for me...oh, god, I can't...I'm..."

I could feel my muscles tightening, and he was ramming against me like it was his job. The table creaked and rattled, both of our moans filling the air.

Then my eyes shot wide open and I let out a high pitched whine as I felt myself start to contract around him with no warning.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I cried out, my legs around his waist quivering. My cry was long and drawn out, mixing with a sob as I clutched onto him and buried my face into his shoulder.

White hot pleasure blinded me, and I hadn't even finished completely when Alastor started to release deep inside me.

He gasped and then choked on a deep moan. His entire body shuddered, and he rocked his hips into mine a few more time, riding out his own high and trying to extend mine.

When he'd finished completely, he rested his body against mine. Both of us were catching our breath, a thin layer of sweat coating our bodies.

He let out a shaky breath, and pulled himself out of my neck to look down at me.

I hiccuped softly, the aftershock of my orgasm hitting me in small bursts. Tears streaked my face, and I smiled at him through my partially dazed state.

He chuckled and tsk'd, wiping my face off with his thumbs.

"Oh, sweetheart...you needed that something awful, didn't you?" He cooed at me, his hips still rested against mine.

I could barely nod my head, and then winced when he pulled himself out of my overly sensitive sex.

Gently, I felt his arms wrap around my body and he picked me up off the table. Immediately I curled against him, my legs securing around his waist as I snuggled into his shoulder.

Safe...he makes me feel safe...

"Come on, now...You can lay down for a moment while I fix up some dinner," he said softly, petting my hair as I felt him start to go up the stairs.

I hummed tiredly in response, playing idly with his hair.

He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the side of my head, and before I know it I was swaddled in puffy blankets.

"I'll come get you when it's ready," he said softly, kissing my forehead.

All I could do was mumble some incoherent response, my consciousness already beginning to fade away from me.