Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 82

"I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her..."

Fawn's POV

Hours later and the party was beginning to wind down. I'd say only a couple more hours and everyone will be heading home.

Most people that I could see from my place at the bar were either drunk or getting there from the bottomless free champagne that Tom supplied.

I giggled softly as I watched two grown men mock a slow dance together before bursting into laughter.

Then I turned to Al, and tilted my head at him slightly, "why aren't you out there? You love to dance," I commented, gaining his attention away from people watching.

He and I had previously been entertaining another group before he took me away to sit over here. It's odd he's not participating in the dancing, since it is one of his favorite things to do.

He laughed, "ah, darling, if I went out there, I'd want to go out there with you," he said, and I raised an eyebrow.

"Uh...then ask me?" I replied with a confused giggle.

To that suggestion he drew in a hiss and seemed to be contemplating his next words.

For a second I thought he was about to tell me I'm horrible at dancing and that's why he doesn't want to be out there with me.

"I don't want you to put too much stress on your body..." he said softly, "I realize that the baby is ok right now, and Edith hasn't seen any issues, but we're still working with something very fragile..."

Upon his true explanation, my eyes softened.

Oh, Al...

Reaching forward, I pressed my hand against his knee and gave it a gentle squeeze, "sweetheart, I don't want to keep you from having as much fun as possible. I know you're worried about me, but just trust me. I'll know if something is wrong, and I promise I will not over exert myself," I said.

He eyed me warily, turning towards me slightly.

After a moment of him silently observing me and my hopeful expression, he breathed out a soft laugh before standing up and straightening his suit.

Then he turned to me and bowed dramatically, offering his hand, "in that case...may I have this dance?" He purred, looking up at me through lowered eyelids.

I rolled my eyes, but couldn't hold back my laughter as I took his hand and slid off the stool, "you may," I replied in a posh accent.

He then began leading us to the "dance floor" that was actually just a foyer big enough to hold all 50 people that were here.

We wove through tipsy dance partners and avoided bumping into others.

Then we settled on a spot that was empty enough for us to move around, and he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against his chest.

My heart fluttered, and I looked up at him with a blush settling over my face. He smirked down at me, lacing one hand with mine to then pull over my head and spin me.

I giggled, falling back into his chest as he twirled me around and moved my body to follow the dance. His touches, although confident, were beyond gentle.

As he was moving me, I was able to see everyone else through short blurs, and my eyes narrowed slightly.

It wasn't until I was flush against his chest again that I was able to ask.

"Hey, Al...I don't think I've seen you drink any champagne tonight...why's that?" I wondered. He loves alcohol, but in moderation of course. There's only a couple of times I've seen him really drunk, but usually he stops when he feels tipsy.