Tethered to You (Alastor X OC)

Ch 4

Ariels POV

I laid my keys on my kitchen counter and sighed. It's Monday, so I have nothing to do for the evening.

I walked to my room, and peeled my clothes off, slowly making my way to my bathroom.

I switched the shower on, and turned the heat up, testing it with my fingers before stepping into the steamy water.

Thinking about alastor, I scrubbed away the days dirt and sweat. I found myself beginning to miss his presence.

He tells funny jokes, and has begun to get more comfortable around my apartment. He even started taking his shoes off.

I was half expecting him to have deer hooves, but he doesn't. He just has regular feet. He wears maroon socks, and it's kind of comical.

Maybe I should go out and get him some more comfortable clothing, just for when he's here. It would only be nice of me to do so.

I shut the water off, stepping out into the steamy bathroom.

After detangling my hair and running some product through it, I stepped out. The chill of my room caused goosebumps to rise on my skin and I shivered.

Quickly, I made my way to my drawers, yanking out a pair of underwear and grabbing an extra large t shirt.

I slipped on the underwear, and then froze when my door suddenly opened, and there stood Alastor.

We locked eyes and just stared at each other for a solid 10 seconds. He glanced down at my exposed chest, and in an instant both of our faces erupted in a blush.

"Alastor!" I screeched, grabbing the closest thing and throwing it at him. It's his lucky day that thing happened to be a pillow.

It smacked him in the face, and fell to the floor.

I clutched the t shirt to my chest, and he quickly shut my door.

My heart was beating out of my chest and I took deep breaths.

Ok.

Ok.

So, Al just saw your titties. That's ok. That's...

So not ok.

After throwing the t shirt over my head, and then throwing on some spandex since apparently I have company, I swung the door to my room open and scanned my living room.

He was sitting on my couch, his ears flat against his head as he stared blankly at my black television screen.

As soon as he heard the door, his ears perked back up, and the weary smile he was wearing also perked up into his usual one.

He glanced over at me, and immediately lowered his ears again upon seeing my face.

I was giving him my most disappointed look, and had my hands on my hips.

"Explain yourself."

He rocked in his spot, and I found it slightly amusing how nervous he was. I've never seen him nervous, yet a pair of boobs sends him into "I'm in trouble" mode.

He sighed, "my apologies...truly darling I am sorry, I really didn't know you were changing, and I should have knocked..."

My eyes softened when I heard the sincerity in his tone. He's only ever spoken condescendingly or sarcastically when "apologizing".

I sighed heavily, and waved it off, "it's ok, we're both adults... at least you weren't weird about it," I said, and walked over to the couch.

His ears perked up again, and he watched me approach.