Alastor X Reader: Blood For Freedom

31. Guilty

*** Same thing as last chapter, mild mostly fluffy lemons ahead that I would not suggest skipping.

*** Your POV ***

After barely getting enough air in your lungs, Alastor captured your lips again. Savoring every shiver, every moan, every hitched breath of yours. He felt your hands on his chest, one of them traveling up to the back of his neck, the sensation leaving a trail of longing coolness as the warmth of your palm dissipated from where you last touched. Your legs unfolded beneath you allowing Alastor to settle between them, your knee lightly touching his side.

Alastor kept kissing you with abandon, his every movement seemingly to pull on you like he was desperate to have you. The only thing that kept him from kissing you without stopping was his own need to breathe. The light headedness making you both giggle, infecting each other with this euphoric haze that has come over you. Just a big warm bubble of happiness you were both enveloped in.

You felt giddy. This was so unexpected, but holy hellfires was this the most incredible thing you've felt in centuries. If it wasn't for knowing Alastor relatively well at this point, you would have thought he was lying when he said he didn't feel the need for physical connection after this display. But in your heart you knew he wasn't, especially since you felt his surprise at his own actions in every breath he did manage to take. It seemed like was unable to help himself and dove back into you again every time.

Unbeknownst to you, Charlie had come down the stairs in her nightgown. Intending to get a snack and glass of water for Vaggie. She froze in her tracks as she almost rounded the corner and heard your and Alastor's laughter. Charlie tentatively peaked around, her eyes landing on the back of the couch you two were on. She couldn't really see you fully, but she could see the top of you head on the arm rest and Alastors back over the top of the couch, which was enough to infer the rest. The happy laughter tickled her ears, she thought that was bad enough when deep moan from you made her cheeks flush bright red.

Alastor had removed himself from you mouth, instead using one of his hands to hold your face and the other pulling down your sweater slightly to expose your throat. Without warning he had placed his hot lips on your neck, and began working on a large lovebite, his teeth ever so slightly breaking skin. The sensation caused your breath to hitch in your throat at the same time as an involuntary moan coerced through you, which is what Charlie heard. Your big reaction caused Alastor to look up into your eyes once he was done.

"You make me crazy my sweet." He panted, his voice husky with crackly static. "I barely know what I am doing."

"Well you fooled me because it very much feels like you know exactly what you are doing." You teased, giggling, your head spinning from pleasure and lack of air. Alastor laughed as well, and returned to your neck, earning him another pleasured moan.

Charlie backed away quietly, neither of you having noticed her due to how absorbed you were in each other. When she came back to her room Vaggie gave her a raised eyebrow.

"Did you forget why you went down?"

"Uh... no... its just there was someone down there." Charlie tried to explain, her face still red and hot from what she saw and heard.

"So?"

"Um. It was Y/n and Alastor. They were.... um... on the couch. Doing things." Finally it clicked for Vaggie what Charlie was getting at and she burst out laughing.

"Wow, took the two of them long enough. Wish they would get a room though, I'm thirsty."

"I can offer you something else to drink." Charlie made her way over back to the bed climbing on top of her girlfriend. At first the angel was surprised, but took in stride. 

"Oh? Must be my favorite ~ "

Meanwhile...

You and Alastor had made out for who knows how many minutes. Alastor never seemed quite satisfied, but also not quite ready to go further. Admitting so himself after he rested his face in the crook of your neck, laying down on top of you. Only barely supporting his own weight so he didn't squish you. One of your hands was still on the back of his neck, while the other rested gently on his side. Both of you breathing heavily.

"I'm sorry my sweet I must appear like such a tease right now, but..."

"There is no need to apologize, we can take it as slow as needed. I don't want you to do anything you aren't comfortable with." You assured him. It was really true, you didn't mind, in fact it was probably a good thing to take it slow after all you haven't been with anyone for a long time too.

"Thank you." Alastor breathed out nuzzling his nose into your neck.

"Can I pet your ears?" You asked innocently, hoping it would provide some comfort to him, but not wanting to assume. After a brief pause Alastor answered.

"Okay, just gentle."

"Of course."

You tentatively brought the hand that was at the back of his neck to his ear, caressing it lightly with your fingertips. Alastor lifted himself up slightly to let you both adjust so he was more on his side, before sinking into your touch with a big exhale. Like the fatigue was leaving his body as he soaked in your warmth. Though you couldn't help but notice the man himself felt like a furnace.

Alastor was in thought for a little while, enjoying the sensation of your fingers on his ears. He had very little understanding of the feelings he had, and specially what came over him just now. He figured that this is what Rosie and his shadow talked about, but to actually feel it was different. It was a lot, and it was very confusing. Most importantly it made him have to admit to himself beyond a shadow of a doubt that what he felt for you was different from anything else. It filled him with warmth, but also, worry. Much to his luck though it was hard to be anxious when he was so cozy laying next to you, your fingers caressing his ears, and so he fell asleep deeply anyways. Not having a single dream as he slept.

It was early the next morning when the two of you groaned awake due to the light shining through one of the uncovered windows. Luckily no one has come down yet, and Alastor walked you back to your room in a comfortable silence. Giving you a brief but full kiss on the top of your head before leaving you to cleanup.

Charlie however, despite having a good time of her own upstairs was not so lucky as to get a restful night of sleep after. She kept thinking of the happy laughter she heard. It was so infections it made her happy at the moment. To top it off it was genuine, and coming from Alastor of all people. Her thoughts kept fleeting to her conversation with her dad, asking him to have you relocated. And eventually, she felt guilt creep up into her throat. Once she recognized the feeling, she knew what she had to do and first thing next morning she set out to the roof.

There was a big breeze all the way up here, but it was the best place to talk without being overheard. Charlie took out her phone, walking up to the railing and taking a big breath before dialing.

"Hey dad."

"Hey sweet pea, how's it going?"

"Its... going okay." The guilt was already eating Charlie alive and she could only hope that her dad procrastinated as always.

"What's wrong? Is something the matter? Is that bellhop bothering you again?"

Charlie couldn't help but chuckle at her dad calling Alastor bellhop.

"No... no. Well. Listen did you start that transfer I asked about? for Y/n?"

"Not yet, I haven't found anyone. I know you just want her out, but I don't want to hand her over to just anyone." Lucifer responded, worried that he wasn't being quick enough.

"Oh. Good!" Charlie perked up, "Cancel it."

"What?" Lucifer was surprised.

"Cancel it. She can stay. I... I was being selfish."

"Okay, that's fine. Makes things easier on my end!" Lucifer genuinely sounded happy, "But uh... may I ask how come?"

"Its just... I guess you could say I heard something that made me reconsider."

"And what was that?"

"Laughter."