Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

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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.