Ballet Shoes and Radios

It's Love

It was Alastor's turn to freeze up this time. He dropped you, but caught you by the waist just in time, your lips still pressed together. It took a moment for the shock to dissipate, and he kissed back. (A/N-I just turned into the Cheshire cat writing this part why am I like this) The two of you stayed like that for a moment, until your door banged open, "Y/N, I made some soup fo-" Niffty stood in the doorway, staring. Her single eye was wide and her mouth open in a comical 'o'. You and Alastor parted, a pink blush prominent on both of your faces. "Oops," Niffty said, setting down the tray she was carrying, "I'll go now!"

"Niff-" you yelled after her, but the door slammed shut again. But the cyclops popped her head back in, grinning, "Yeah?"

"Not a word to Angel."

Niffty zoomed away again, which you took as a yes. You turned back to Alastor, who was smiling more nervously than before. "Well, why not eat the wonderful soup Niffty made for you before it goes cold?" he suggested. You nodded in agreement, the adrenaline from your kiss had already worn off, your shoulder throbbed, and you were exhausted and starving. Plopping down on your bed, you sent out a string to pick up the tray. It flickered weakly when it arrived, dropping it gently onto your lap. Your exhaustion was affecting your powers. You picked up your spoon and began to eat, slowly. Alastor awkwardly sat down next to you. Cupping your face in his hands he near whispered, "My darling... Will you give me the honor of being your lover?" You choked on your spoonful of food. Swallowing with some difficulty, you looked up, "Yes." Your lips collided again, but this kiss was longer than the last, and neither of you had any intention of pulling away.

Eventually, your lips parted like a sort of mutual silent agreement. "Come on then, you should finish your soup and try to get some rest," Alastor got up and headed for the doorway, "Rest well, my love!" He shut the door, and you returned to eating, happiness rushing through your veins. You finished the bowl in a few quick spoonfuls and placed it gingerly on the bedside table. You'd take care of that later. Just as your were settling in, you heard Angel's voice outside, "Whoa, Smiles! Were you and Y/N making out?"

"No, what makes you say that, my friend?" Alastor's static distorted voice replied calmly.

"'Cause you've got her lip gloss smudged on your lips."

Laughter rang out throughout the third floor corridor, "Ehehe, just kidding, just kidding. Wait, were you actually?" The next thing you heard was a loud slamming noise and Angel screaming in genuine fear. Chuckling softly, you pulled the blankets over your head and fell asleep before your head even hit the pillow.