Whoopsie daisy, what do you all think little Juliette saw daddy doing 👀 (not canon, just concept art)

Fawn's POV

Alastor and I arrived back at the house safely. Once we stepped in and I heard the door click behind us, I drew my arms over my head for a much needed stretch.

Today was very long and eventful, and I couldn't wait to just wind down for the night. It was odd, not having Juliette in my arms, but in a way it was very peaceful.

I can't remember the last time we got a break.

Not that it's something we complain about, or really worry about but it's simply something that once you're gifted it you realize it's rather nice.

I still missed her little self, though, and I'll be happy to have her back with us tomorrow.

Glancing over at Al, I noticed he was doing a small stretch as well, and I smiled. He sighed and put his hands on his hips as he looked around the room, the same thoughts I was having probably running through his head as well.

My body shifted as I became aware of the clothing on my body, and discomfort quickly set in. The first thing I should do is probably get out of my day clothes so I can actually relax.

Turning towards the stairs, I began to walk towards them, "I'm going to get changed, Al," I told him without looking towards him, and he hummed in acknowledgment.

Once I made it to our room, I went over to my drawers and opened up one that held all of my night slips. I still prefer Alastor's sleepwear, but occasionally a silk nightgown just sounds nice.

My fingers sifted through my small collection of the items, and I finally found a baby pink one with white lace along the bust, accompanied by thin spaghetti straps to go over my shoulders and keep it up.

After undressing, I was humming to myself as I slipped it over my head before making my way back downstairs.

It's late, but not too late...I want to enjoy this night with Al for as long as I can.

Once I made it back downstairs, I saw him sitting in his usual place on the couch, book in hand.

He'd discarded his coat, leaving him in a burgundy dress shirt that he'd untucked and unbuttoned just barely. The sleeves were rolled up for further comfort.

Once he heard my footsteps, he placed his book down on the coffee table, looking towards me with a soft smile.

He said nothing, simply opened up his arms as an invitation, which I took in stride. My body was snuggled up with his only moments later, my head laid on his shoulder.

I felt him kiss my forehead, and then lay his head on top of mine and we both just enjoyed the other's presence for a moment.

Until I decided to break the silence due to a question popping up in my brain.

"So, what do you think of Tom's machine?" I asked. His opinion matters to me and I'm interested in what he has to say about it all.

His chest expanded and then deflated as he sighed, a thoughtful pause occupying the air before he answered.

"It's...new. Definitely a neat little toy, but not something that I see a real use for, if I'm being honest," he said, and that made me want to chuckle.

Oh, if only you could understand how much the entire world will disagree with you, sweetheart.

I snickered at the comment, and he shifted to look down at me slightly.

"I understand, though, that you seem to know something about this device...so obviously it exists in the future of our world. Mind enlightening me?"

This question, I expected.

Snuggling closer to him, I sighed softly, "that is the very first television...the first of its kind, but definitely not the last. You really should be honored that you got to be in the very first recorded video to ever grace this planet," I mused softy, "but even on top of that...what if I told you that that machine is the reason I'm here?" I said.

After this I looked up at him with a smile and he seemed a bit surprised.

"What do you mean?" Was the question I got as a response.

"That machine is why I'm sitting here with you right now...the recoding we made today...was the same one I watched that ended up bringing me here so long ago..."

It's not often I see Alastor look bewildered, but his expression was pricelessly confused. Then shocked, and finally awestruck.

"Is that so?" He said quietly, "how...intriguing. I suppose I should be thanking our dear friend, now then, shouldn't I?" He chuckled, his eyes crinkling as he smiled.

He pulled me closer to his side and kissed my forehead again, "for giving me my beautiful wife!"

I giggled and leaned into the affection, "not your wife, yet, silly. You still gotta actually marry me," I reminded him, and he huffed.

"That is a load of boloney," he complained, "why the hell do I need god to oversee my affairs for them to be recognized? Perhaps I should poke around his personal life as well," Al joked, and I chuckled.

Our wedding has been postponed for a while now, but it's not like I mind. To be honest, in both of our minds we're already married...we were the day he gave me this ring.

A formal wedding would still be nice, though...just for the experience.

"You're right, there, honey. I'd still like to walk down the isle though..." I said softly, once again looking up at him. He met my eyes and his were gentle, and calm.

"Just imagine it...me dressed in white just for you...walking towards you so that we can make it official in front of god and everybody else. None of them will even get to hold a single doubt that you're mine and I am yours...forever...until death do us part."

The image seemed to play in his head, and his smile widened.

"I do actually think I'd enjoy that a lot..." he murmured, "when would you like for it to be, my darling?" Was his follow up question.

I hummed and shrugged, "we'll know when the time comes...for now we just need to focus on raising Juliette," I said.

His fingers trailed up and down my waist softly, causing the silk of my nightgown to brush against my skin.

"That's probably wisest, my dear. Speaking of our darling little creation, I never realized how...quiet it was before she graced our lives," he commented, and I chuckled.

"Yea...it's nice, in a way. I miss her, but at the same time I didn't realize how much I missed this," I said softly, hoping I didn't sound too insensitive.

But Al seemed to think the same, his grip tightening against me as he laid his head on top of mine.

"Yes...it is rather nice to have a moment like this with you. Perhaps we can ask Edith to house her more often, every once in a while so we can relax for a night...how does that sound?" He asked, pulling up so I could look at him while I responded.

I smiled, meeting his eyes. The idea sounds nice...

"That sounds nice, babe..." I replied quietly.

After a moment of eye contact, I couldn't help but look at his lips. My eyelids lowered and I started to lean forward.

When was the last time we got to spend a little private time together? How long has it been?

We've been dealing with so many other important matters, it never really crossed my mind...but now...

I have him here, all to myself.

He seems to be thinking the same, his eyes lowering to my lips as well. Then, he took the initiative and pulled me up into a deep, longing kiss.

My arms wrapped up around his neck, and I shifted slightly to face him better while we began to make out.

His tongue kneaded against mine, and I moaned softly when he squeezed my hip. Soon the air between us was filled with panting, and breathless whispers.

"I missed this..." I breathed heavily during a break, only to have his lips reclaim mine a moment later.

Another break and he chuckled, pulling me closer and nearly into his lap, "me too, my love..."

Soon that boundary was broken, and I pulled myself the rest of the way over his legs, straddling him. We continued to swallow each other as hands began to roam.

I slid mine underneath his dress shirt, and he shivered against my touch to his bare body and chest. In return, he drew his hand up my leg, beneath my slip.

The obvious hardness between his legs only fueled my burning desire for him to have me. I rolled my hips against his, massaging my own throbbing clit in the process.

He had a thumb hooked in the hem of my underwear, soft grunts and pleased noises escaping into our kiss every now and then.

I was moaning without a care, letting him know how much I wanted him through movements and noises. He is all I want right now.

Nothing else.

Pressure between my legs made me gasp sharply, and I lifted myself up out of instinct to allow him room to move his fingers. He was pressing down on the moist fabric between him and my skin, rubbing quick circles into my sensitive nerves.

"Let me take care of you, my love..." he breathed deeply against my lips, and my stomach tied itself in knots at his words.

That sounded so good...but I need to get rid of this underwear. I need him touching me skin to skin.

Upon that thought, I acted, lifting my hips up before I began removing my underwear. He never stopped touching me the entire time, simply moving to my bare skin to allow me the access I needed to remove the clothing item.

Which I managed to do quickly, despite the overwhelming pleasure.

Once they were discarded, I fell back into his lap, my arms around his shoulder while I moaned and whined.

I could feel him teasing around my entrance, coating his fingers in the slick fluid I've produced. Then, he very slowly began pushing his long fingers up into me, making me clutch him and grit my teeth.

My walls were fluttering, welcoming the touch.

Breaths came heavy, and my heart was hammering in my chest. The air felt thick, and my body felt hot.

He used his other hand to hold my waist, keeping me close as he started to kiss my neck and part of my exposed chest.

My hands were looking to occupy themselves, holding onto him not being enough. I drew them to his belt, and began undoing it.

He didn't stop me, but he also didn't slow down.

Once his belt was undone, I undid the buttons on his slacks, and then freed his cock that had previously been restricted by the fabric.

I felt him moan softly at the relief, his lips still against my neck.

He was hard, and clearly enjoying this. I took him into my hand and started stimulating him while he stimulated me as well.

Now we're both panting.

His breath was fanning over my chest as he rested his forehead against my shoulder, thrusting his fingers into me at a pace that was almost inhuman.

My legs were trembling just slightly, and I could hear my own moisture as he did this. It wasn't long before I could feel the warning nerves firing off inside me.

My moans became longer, and almost desperate as I started to meet his hand by grinding my hips. I was nearly whining as I chased my release, still managing to massage his cock as well.

I was practically riding his fingers, my head tilted back as I used one arm to cling to his body. The feeling inside me grew more and more intense by each passing second, until I couldn't hold it any longer.

My body coiled, and I hid into his neck while I came hard onto his fingers. My hips were jerking and trembling as I did, and he hushed me softly through his own heavy breaths.

His free hand left my waist to pet my hair, and he was whispering sweet praises to me while he eased me down.

"Good girl..." he whispered, and I kissed his neck in response before wasting no time in starting to undo the buttons on his shirt.

Though, he had a different plan than that, and decided undoing the buttons would take too long. I gasped when he effortlessly tore his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere while he shed the ruined garment.

"Your shirt..." I breathed, only concerned a moment before his lips collided with mine again.

"I have more." He growled, and then pressed himself up against my folds, running his length up and down my sensitive sex.

My nightgown was the next to go, leaving me naked, and him halfway there. He didn't seem to want to wait any longer, though.

Without removing his pants fully, he lined himself up with my still recovering core, pushing into me.

He moaned deeply, mumbling a curse under his breath as his eyes fell shut.

My nerves screamed at me, and I bit my lip to keep from whimpering at the new pressure inside me. It felt too good.

"A-Alastor..." I whined, and he opened his eyes to smile at me.

He drew me into his chest, and wrapped his arms around me securely. My eyes widened slightly when my cheek met his shoulder, and I returned the hug of sorts.

He started with slow strokes, painfully slow.

"How long as it been, my love..." he mumbled by my ear, "since I've had you like this..."

I couldn't answer, my only response being me burying my face into his neck.

He chuckled, "too long..." he finished softly, and then began to speed up.

"I haven't been taking care of you properly," he continued to speak, although he was beginning to get breathless.

His hips met mine at a fast pace, and I could already feel my muscles tightening again. I was whining against his skin, laying down kisses when I could.

He groaned and then kissed my shoulder. His fingers trailed up and down my back, caressing me gently.

Sweat coated our bodies as the sounds and smell of sex filled the air.

His thrusting became quick, and sloppy. The out of rhythm pace only made me teeter closer to the edge.

"I love you..." he said, his voice deep and breathy.

He pulled away from my neck, looking at me through half lidded eyes.

I could hardly keep mine open, but I smiled, "I love you, too..."

That was all he needed to hear, because a second later his eyes were shut tight before he hugged me close and buried his face into my chest.

His hips twitched while he hilted himself inside me, releasing as deep as he could.

I could hear and feel him moaning, and his release triggered my own, soon creating an orchestra of euphoria.

For a moment, we held each other, panting and twitching. He started to kiss my chest, and then up my neck before finally he got to my lips and planted a long, deep kiss against them.

Slowly he removed himself, causing me to whimper as he brushed against my overstimulated walls. He grunted quietly and kissed my cheek, and then my forehead.

"You're so beautiful..." he started, and then chuckled. We were still catching our breath.

My eyes widened when I was on my back suddenly, and he had one hand on my thigh, and the other under my back to support me.

"And we're not done." He finished, making my stomach flurry with butterflies as I smiled and giggled.

Nice to see he's still got his stamina.