Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 51

This song makes me feel some typ'a way. They put crack in their music I swear to god.

The lyrics? Ugh...just...*chef's kiss*

Fawn's POV

When I woke up, I felt like I'd been hit by a semi.

I had to blink a couple times before I could get the room to actually focus, and when it did I realized my head hurt just barely.

Slowly I pushed myself up, bringing one hand up to rub my eyes.

"Nnm...babe?" I croaked, then cleared my throat after hearing how terrible my voice sounds.

My hand mindlessly felt around the bed, searching for Alastor, only to be met with empty sheets.

"Al?" I called out tiredly, searching the room with my eyes.

It took my brain a few seconds to register the sound of the shower running, and I looked towards the bathroom. The light was on, and I could hear faint music spilling out through the slightly cracked door.

Oh...duh.

Throwing the covers off myself, I slunk out of bed. My body ached slightly, and I winced, stretching out my back.

"Did I sleep funny last night or something...?" I muttered to myself, rubbing my back with both hands as I walked towards the bathroom.

As usual I began to peel off my nightclothes, laying them in a pile by the door with his. While I was doing that, I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror.

It was slightly fogged with steam, but even through that I could see the dark circles under my eyes.

"What the hell..." I murmured, leaning in closer to take a better look. My brows furrowed and I shrugged, sighing softly.

I guess stress will do that to ya...

Alastor must've heard me talk to myself, because next thing I know his voice pipes up from a few feet away, "darling, what are you doing?"

"Shit!" I jumped, spinning to face a wet-haired, slightly confused Alastor peeking out of the shower at me.

Although, the confusion melded with amusement at my quick fright.

He snickered and I scrunched my nose, mocking his laughter while I approached the shower with my arms crossed.

"Haha, so funny," I mocked, climbing into the small space.

He hummed, "it very much was...and I suppose that's extra payback for the time previously when you gave me a fright."

I lightly punched his shoulder, "we already got even on that," I reminded him with a scolding glare.

He narrowed his eyes on me, a smug grin on his face as he bent down to be more eye level with me.

We made intense eye contact for probably 20 seconds before I couldn't hold it anymore and I blinked rapidly to moisten my poor eyeballs.

"I swear you cheat," I grumbled, and he laughed.

"I just have superior staring abilities, no need to be a sore loser," he taunted and I couldn't help but smile.

Then I sighed, rubbing my eyes again to try and push away the exhaustion. That was followed by a yawn, which was then followed by a tired groan.

"You ok, cher?" Al asked me softly, and I felt his hand slide up my arms and over my shoulders before he massaged me gently.

This pleased my aching muscles greatly, and my eyes rolled shut. I let out a softer, less disgruntled sigh and nodded as I turned around to face him again.