I've Learned How To Love You (A Radiodust human au)

Chapter 3. Handle Her Well

The taxi ride seemed to last four lifetimes in the span of only 20 minutes. By this point the pair were incredibly intoxicated, gripping onto each other in more intimate places. Alastor's hand was now placed tightly on Angel's thigh, and hers was around his waist, Al had no intention of keeping up appearances anymore. His jacket slung across his shoulder while his bow tie hung lower and lower each time the blonde's hand came up to tug at it as they inched closer. The tension grew thicker as the minutes ticked by. Alastor was barely holding onto his composure.

Finally, as the agonizingly slow ride home came to an end, Alastor's excitement only grew,. Angel also seemed antsy, her hands losing their hesitation as she gripped his clothing.. Al practically threw the coins he owed at the driver. He knew this was rude, but god, he couldn't wait any longer than he had to. Though, on the contrary, he still had the capacity to politely help Angelica out of the car, linking their arms together as they drunkenly stumbled to the apartment steps.

Alastor hastily fumbled with his home key to open the apartment door. The brisk breeze suddenly replaced by a gentle warmth as they stepped in the apartment. The gas stove purred gently just out of view in the corner of Al's kitchen. His living room painted a bright baby blue with gorgeous dark wooden furniture placed neatly in a cozy arrangement. Most of the furniture had been picked out perfectly by Al and his mother.

Sparks flew as they intertwined, embracing each other with such lust and passion. Al knew where to place his hands to make any lady swoon. His fingers dug into Angel's hips. Quickly noticing how little plush she had as he dug into the bone easily. He hadn't realized how rough he'd been until she let out a slight whimper above his ear. Yet, Angel still wouldn't sit down. Al did, however, let go once the blonde's fingers found their way into his hair. God, he'd never felt such a rush from a woman's touch.

Their lips interlocked, moving against each other, teeth grazed lips and tongue while they explored each other like new playthings. Angel's hands particularly gravitated towards Al's coarse hair. The frizzy curls being gripped only gently, causing Al's breath to hitch.She pulled him closer to deepen the kiss, which only sent pins and needles spreading all the way to his fingertips. Al reacted harshly, his grip on Angel's waist tightening to pull them flush against each other. He began to reach for the corset snug against her bony figure.

"Sto-stop!"

"What-?!"

Angel hesitated, separating their bodies, now in front of the bed. Alastor observed the panic on the blonde woman's face as she looked around the room, then back to him. Her breath tense as she gripped onto his shoulders with a tight anxiousness. He was about to open his mouth when she finally spoke. 'I simply think.. that we must dance! We didn't get the opportunity to at the party."

The record player took up a good majority of the corner in the bedroom. The records being stored underneath, and the surface filled with another organizer. Framed photos cluttered the rest of the top; Al cherished every one of them. The records themselves had been collected through his mother, and the savings he'd raised from each paycheck.

Al's expression softened, not quite gathering the worried demeanor of the other. His left hand moved to adjust his round glasses back to the bridge of his nose. His right used to push himself off the bed. He slowly rose to his feet, letting go of Angelica. He hadn't noticed the sigh of relief as he walked slowly over to the record collection, flicking through it until he came upon a certain disk.

"How does a tango sound? I'm sure you know how, yes?" Alastor turned with a record in his hands. The blonde smiled seductively, sending Al's confidence through the roof.

"Why yes! Been taught a long while ago, hadn't done a lotta dancin' since my pa..." Angel's voice turned softer as she spoke. She took a few gentle steps towards Alastor, placing her hands on the other's shoulders and leaning towards his ear. "I bet you'd know just how to handle me, hm?" The whisper was delicate, breath barely felt against the dark skin. This still earned a shiver from Al as he put the record down on the set. The needle moved carefully to the center of the disk, as Alastor turned the volume knob to the right.

To this, the brunette turned ever so slightly. He adjusted the bun which was now loose on his head, then quickly snatched Angelica's waist in one swift motion. This earned a gasp from the taller, being taken to the middle of the room. "Well, I haven't danced like this in quite a while, I believe you could help, yes?" The brunette muttered in a sensual tone.

Though, The blonde quickly snatched the big hands from his corset, taking them into her own. The cool sensation made Al's stomach flip. She then leaned in slightly closer, her whiskey laced breath grazing Alastor's cheek. "I suppose I could show ya the ropes, curio mio." The accent added to the Italian only emphasized the lust flowing rapidly through the room. Who was this angel to deny Al what he wanted only compensating with a dance filled with the same passion.