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HOMECOMING—NOT?
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WARNING: BLOOD, GORE AND VIOLENCE ! ! !
Y/N'S POV
You woke up in the most compromising position imaginable.
No, you weren't contorted like a human pretzel, nor were you folded at an unnatural angle, nor were you curled up like a shrimp.
No, it was far more intimate than that. You were sprawled across Alastor, your entire body draped over his, making him an unwilling - or perhaps willing - mattress, with your weight partially sinking into him.
Your limbs were tangled with his, your face nestled into the crook of his neck or shoulder, and your body seemed to be molded to his.
The warmth of his skin and the gentle rise and fall of his chest were the only things you were aware of, besides the overwhelming sense of vulnerability and intimacy that came with being wrapped around another person.
As you slowly came to, you felt Alastor's chest rumble beneath you, and his voice vibrated through your entire being. "Good morning Mon Cher," he said, his tone low and husky.
You groggily lifted your head, your face inches from his. "M-morning," you stammered, your voice muffled by the proximity.
Alastor's gaze met yours, his eyes piercing in the morning light. "I see you're a bit of a clingy sleeper," he observed, a hint of amusement dancing in his voice.
You felt a flush rise to your cheeks as you realized the position you were in. "Ah, sorry about that," you muttered, trying to untangle yourself from him.
Alastor's arms wrapped around you, holding you in place. "Don't be in a hurry," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. "I'm rather enjoying the view from down here."
You flushed as you tried to untangle yourself, Alastor's arms wrapped tighter around you, holding you close. The warmth of his skin seeped into yours, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath you was like a soothing melody. The soft morning light filtering through the window danced across his features, highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the gentle curve of his lips.
"Where do you think you're going?" he whispered, his voice husky with sleep, sending shivers down your spine.
You smiled, feeling the warmth of his body seep into yours. "I don't know, maybe to get some fresh air... or a ladder to climb down from your ego." Your voice was muffled against his chest, and you felt his chest vibrate with laughter.
Alastor chuckled, the sound rumbling beneath you, and his warm breath tickled your hair. "My ego? I think it's just my charm that's keeping you captive." His fingers brushed against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he gently stroked your hair.
You rolled your eyes, but a giggle escaped your lips. "Oh, definitely your charm. I'm just a helpless victim to your wit and good looks." You inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his skin, a mix of soap and something uniquely him.
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