Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 39

"Keep your feet just like this...and your hips this way..."

"Like this...?"

"Just like that, you're a natural, my little Fawn."

Just skipping stones with the homicidal maniac, normal shenanigans.

Fawn's POV

The sound of the shower is what woke me up when morning rolled around. Begrudgingly, I squinted my eyes open, immediately noticing the absence of my personal heater.

Taking in a deep breath, I tried to sit up.

Key word, tried.

My pelvic muscles exploded with pain, an ache working it's way down my legs. I gasped softly, wincing at the burning feeling.

For just a moment I was confused as to why my body feels like I just did 100 sit-ups, then the events of last night came flooding back to me.

Slowly, a smile crept onto my face as my cheeks heated up at the sheer thought of what we did last night.

Round after round after round, that boy really was an animal in the sack. He wasn't satisfied until I was satisfied, almost like he couldn't enjoy it fully if I didn't finish with him.

His words floated through my head.

You're mine.

I'm his...he wants me to be his, and that alone makes a girlish excitement bubble it's way up my throat as a little giggle.

I've never been wanted in such a way before, it's so exhilarating knowing that I finally have somebody that cares about me again.

My still naked body was shrouded in the comforter, swallowed beneath these blankets. I was surrounded with his scent, and I never wanted it to fade.

Turning my head, I listened to the sound of the shower that was accompanied by his soft voice. He was singing a simple melody, something they play often at the radio station. It was one even I'd grown accustomed to, and I found that when it's him singing it, I like it even more.

Pushing my pain to the side, I realized it's not going to get better with me just laying in bed all day. Plus! Today is the day I get to talk with Thomas about broadcasting with Al, so that's something I can't miss.

Carefully, I sat up, maneuvering oddly to avoid pressure being applied to the incorrect places.

Again I winced through the pain, sighing once I was fully up.

Throwing the covers off my legs, I got up out of bed and half walk-half limped to the bathroom. If he's gonna take a shower, I might as well join him and save both of us some time.

When I stepped into the bathroom, there was a bit of steam from the temperature he'd set the water at. His singing was clearer now, carrying through the air smooth as butter.

That is, until I pushed the shower curtain back and stepped into the small space.

The way he screamed, you'd figure I was the bloodthirsty killer.

Covering my mouth to stifle the giggles, I pulled the curtain back in place, now successfully having entered into the shower with him.

He promptly composed himself, blushing now from embarrassment.

A heavy eye roll is what I was greeted with before he turned to face me, water dripping off his soaked hair and body.

"Was that necessary?" He griped, making me laugh harder.