Snow Angel (Alastor x OC)

•{Chapter 23}•

Moonlight

"What happened to your eyes?" Harlene asked Alastor as they walked down the hallway to her room, eyeing the dark gray circles that had formed beneath them.

"Honestly, I haven't been sleeping well," Alastor responded, then squeezed her hand gently as he held it in his own, "but I think I'll be able to sleep better now."

"That's good to hear," she mewed, unlocking her door and nudging it open. "You can sit on my bed while I change. Then we can catch up."

After receiving a nod from Alastor, Harlene led the way into her room and moved to switch on the soft light of the lampshade beside her bedside table so that they could see. She glanced over her shoulder at Alastor as he sat on the edge of her bed and grinned widely as he noticed the radio he'd gotten her for her birthday on her bedside table. Harlene pretended not to notice the smug expression on Alastor's face and closed all the curtains, then grasped hold of her pyjamas which she'd left folded on her pillow after taking off the flapper headband with the white feathers, tucking it into one of the bedside table drawers. Swiftly, Harlene then slipped into her bathroom to change after shutting the door.
Alone, Harlene tugged the two-piece gown off of her body and kicked off her shoes, then stood in front of the mirror above the sink. She remained in her lacy white bra and matching panties, tracing her fingers over the dent on her tummy. With a sigh, Harlene climbed into her comfy red pyjamas and then brushed her fangs until they were glistening. Quietly, Harlene opened the bathroom door and switched off its light, wandering over to her bed where Alastor was still sitting, waiting for her. She sat down beside him.

"Did you see the broadcast last night?" Harlene questioned, to which Alastor gave a curt nod.

"Indeed, I did. I'm glad, because now everyone outside the hotel knows you're mine," Alastor answered, then took off his monocle and set it down on top of the bedside table, beside the radio he'd gifted her with. "I find it amusing that we were only friends when those photographs were taken and yet it's been interpreted that we were a couple back then."

She gave him a look. "Let's be honest: since everyone in Hell knows you hate being touched, the fact that I'm the only one allowed to touch you is quite suspicious in itself, don't you think?"

"Ah. You've got me there," he laughed gently.

Timidly watching, baffled, as Alastor stood up and removed his jacket from his torso, unveiling the red dress shirt underneath, Harlene stared at him in astonishment. He hung up his jacket on the back of the door, notably covering up the peephole. He then turned back to the bed, removing his fancy shoes in the meantime. She couldn't help but glimpse at his little deer tail.
Chuckling softly at her bewildered reaction, Alastor situated himself onto her bed, making Harlene's stomach erupt with butterflies.

"Alastor, if you plan on staying the night, you can just say so," she purred with merriment, trying to ignore her nerves.

"I'd love to, my dearest, but this bed isn't big enough for the two of us," he purred back with a small smile, which then expanded as he held onto Harlene's hands and tugged her on top of himself as he lied down, resulting in her squeaking in surprise. "However, if we lay like this, it should be alright."

"Wow, Alastor. Really smooth," Harlene giggled, rolling her eyes.

Smirking a little, Alastor ran his fingers through her hair and queried, "Would you rather we didn't?"