Alastor stood, speechless. He usually had a quick response to give to these sorts of questions, but this time he had nothing. His brain had fogged over. Did she just ask him if she could kiss him?! What would he say? He didn't want to, but he did. Oh, how he did. He wanted it so bad, it wasn't even funny.
Charlie's face fell. "Al, it's-it's okay if you don't w-" Alastor picked her up off her feet, holding her bridal style. He looked into those large, shiny eyes of hers. Those eyes were so beautiful, how could he resist? "Charlie, you are so gorgeous. Of course I want to kiss you."
Their lips connected, passion spread like wildfire between the two. It was like heaven. A bit of Heaven in Hell. It was absurd, the thought of a simple kiss bringing every emotion in him out to the open. That was guilt, and fear, and love. He kissed her deeper, letting his emotion flow. He couldn't hold it any longer.
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