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The host followed the blonde lightly, gaze taking in everything from decor to state of the carpeting. It wasn’t…bad actually.The further he moved the more surprise flitted through his mind, it was beyond normal, if he had to stay somewhere he wouldn’t half mind this. There could be some fixing up, but overall not bad. 

He sat the small bundle of food and blue bottle filled with black coffee down, taking a seat only after Charlotte did, being respectful. Opening and twisting the canister open and pouring himself a lid-full of the liquid.

“Are you sure?” He asked gently to the refusal. “It’s just a breakfast sandwich dear, and I have plenty to share.” But he opened the package anyway, inside sat two boules made of a mixture of wheat and flour cut in halves and filled with what looked to be wild greens, eggs, cheese, and crumbled up sausage. Moving to worm out an unused handkerchief, setting a half on it and moving it towards the woman. 

“I’d feel bad eating without giving you any.” He insisted back gently. Lips curling at the idea of working early. “I work late afternoons into evenings, they have a much more experienced host for mornings, my mentor’s been on the radio since a music station was invented, my only engagement is a meeting with our writer every afternoon at two but before that, I’m free as a bird.”

He followed her gaze and nodding in understanding. “I see. Still two clients is better than none, no?”

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Charlotte was going to protest, but then he was sliding the handkerchief over, and she had no choice but to accept it. With a few fingers she took it, before picking up the sandwich with a mumbled thanks. She bit into it, only for a lovely flush to spread across her freckled cheeks, eyes closing appreciatively.

The blonde tried to wait until she had finished chewing and swallowing before licking a crumb from the corner of her lip. "Good golly... this is delicious ! If you made this, then maybe I finally hit some luck to have you coming here to cook."

She continued to eat as he explained when he worked, offering hums of acknowledgement every so often. It seemed like they could get a lot done, and if they made dinner before, then she could still leave for her night work and not have to worry.

"They're not really... clients. I let them stay here because they can't pay for the housing right now. I mean, they're off right now trying to find some work!"

Her naivety was saddening. Charlotte always bought whatever she was told from those two, her empathy blinding her logic whenever she asked for them to be able to pitch in. Evenniust a few cents would have been helpful, but that money usually went to drugs.

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“I did.” Alastor admitted gently, gaze still firmly on the floor. His gaze jerked back to Charlie’s face when she asked him not to think like that. That swirl of emotions shifted. 

Have his pick? Did she really think that? His lips drew into a thin line and he tried reel back the wave of tears that the comment threatened to pull to the surface. He really couldn’t.

“I really couldn’t, you would have a better chance than me.” His hands found her shoulders, gently squeezing them and rubbing his thumbs against the jacket she wore. 

“You don’t become an overlord as a sinner without having…issues.” He finally admitted. “I’m elated that you’re falling for me, even if I don’t comprehend how..or why for that matter.” 

His eyes moved from hers as things settled into his mind again. Those emotions hadn’t settled at all, and he felt like he should at least admit further now that the confession was out in the open. 

“I was honest when I said I was broken. There’s a lot I will have to do to make this work for both of us. I’ll react badly to small things that you think is insignificant, and it won’t be your fault, but I will explain them when it happens the best I can.”

The apology finally made that wave of tears start falling, that thin line to his lips breaking into something of an adoring smile. Bending to press a light kiss to her lips. The fact that she had apologized meant more than the princess knew. 

“Thank you for apologizing, I know you didn’t mean to compel me to do anything, I can’t say much either. I did bind myself to you before we had even said I love you.” 

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"You're wrong. People want my status. They don't want me. Not like you." Charlie sadly smiled when she felt his large hands against her dainty shoulders, almost sighing in relief from the way it felt. Whenever he touched her, even the smallest of brushes, it was like a blanket of safety settled over her.

"Why am I falling for you? Al," she paused, reaching for one of his wrists. "Everyone has always told me that I'm... less than. A failure. A ditz. Weak. I've done so many things that have been nothing but big mistakes. I'm delusional, or too crazy. But you waltzed in through those doors and for the first time in centuries?"

Charlie laughed quietly and wiped at her eyes, moving one of his hands to rest between her breasts. Under normal circumstances she may have been embarrassed at her sudden movement, but she pressed the heel of his palm against her sternum to feel just how hard her heart was beating.

"I felt like I wasn't alone. I finally found someone to sing with."

The little kiss made her drop her hand, but she reached up to take his monocle off for a second, kissing his cheeks before wiping away the tears.

"I won't be perfect either. I have problems too. Example being... what just happened. But if you're willing to work with me, then I think we'll be just fine."

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“I can see how commonality would benefit.” Raimond replied gently, but he blinked as she mentioned the time. Glancing himself and raising a brow, time had certainly flew hadn’t it? 

“Of course Miss Charlotte, we’ll continue at another time. It’s been a pleasure, but hopefully not one I have to wait on again, hm? Be careful on your way back.”

He wouldn’t keep her, the man knew better. But his mind whirled with possibilities for the remainder of his stay. 

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In just a couple of days the man took initiative, Getting up earlier than usual, packing a small breakfast for himself and a rather large coffee, moving towards the odd hotel that was only a couple of blocks away from his own little home. 

Knocking before trying the door for himself after a moment. 

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"Go ahead! We can sit down at a table in the dining room. Right this way," Charlotte guided as she walked into a room, going into a decently sized dining room. She was rather hungry, but even if he suggested... it would be rude to take food from him, when they barely knew each other. The woman shook her head with a polite smile, holding her hands up to refuse. "I'm good, but thank you."

She sat down in a chair, smoothing her dress out as she listened to Raimond. He hunted? For a second she couldn't see it, but looking over his build, it was easier to see. Though she didn't always agree with killing the innocent animals, she thought herself a hypocrite as she ate farm animals. So she never said anything.

"I'll take all the help I can, so many thanks. I'll be honest, Mister." She paused to tuck some hair behind her ear, sitting up straighter in her chair. "I wasn't expecting you to be around for a while. I figured you'd be up bright and early at the radio station."

Silver gems flitted to a door behind the table, clearing her throat. "The kitchen is right through that door there, but no rush to eat. Right now it's just me and... two gentlemen that have been here for about a week." Not that they paid her to stay, but she let them in anyway.

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The kisses to Alastor’s ears were well received, eyes fluttering closed for a moment until they stopped. His curiosity was piped at the idea of there being something else they could try. He already had been willing to go for the previous idea, but he understood completely if Charlie was…hesitant at this point. 

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Her bright eyes focused on his hands for the most part, trailing them wherever they moved. Alastor had pretty hands. It was an odd thought for her, but every thought was in her hormone fueled state. She huffed to herself as she adjusted her hips, tracing his thin waist.

When he wrapped his hand around his erection she felt her knees grow weak with a hot sense of need, settling down onto the floor. She leaned back, chewing on her lip as he played with himself. The sounds he was making only heightened her pleasure, causing her to whimper. Charlie slipped a finger into herself, completely wet again, pumping slowly. When she felt like she was ready, she added her middle finger, bouncing against her hand slowly.

Alastor was perfect. The thought circled her mind again and again like a mantra. She looked up at his face, enjoying the splash of color she found. The urge to kiss him was bad again, her entire body tingling. The princess felt dirty, touching herself in front of the deer demon, a fantasy straight from her dreams.

The pads of her fingers pressed up against her g-spot and she shuddered, moaning his name quickly.

She wanted to match pace with him. Please herself only when he did. A hand slid behind her to support her weight against the floor, revealing more of herself to his vision.

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“I can see how commonality would benefit.” Raimond replied gently, but he blinked as she mentioned the time. Glancing himself and raising a brow, time had certainly flew hadn’t it? 

“Of course Miss Charlotte, we’ll continue at another time. It’s been a pleasure, but hopefully not one I have to wait on again, hm? Be careful on your way back.”

He wouldn’t keep her, the man knew better. But his mind whirled with possibilities for the remainder of his stay. 

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In just a couple of days the man took initiative, Getting up earlier than usual, packing a small breakfast for himself and a rather large coffee, moving towards the odd hotel that was only a couple of blocks away from his own little home. 

Knocking before trying the door for himself after a moment. 

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Charlotte had gone on normally, not expecting anything too drastic to happen. She had hope that perhaps the kind gentleman would show his face around her hotel, but knew that his work was more important. Though disappointed, the blonde didn't fault him. Perhaps that was why she was so surprised when someone knocked and came into the humble lobby of the hotel.

It was a cozy place. Couches, a counter and a piano to the side of the room, and a large desk with a book, which she used to keep track of the patrons. It was empty.

Gone was the glitz and glamour of her performance, leaving a pretty, freckled thing with long rivets of hair and a simple yellow dress sweeping the lobby. She blinked a few times before a bedazzling smile filled her face.

"Mister Raimond! I wasn't expecting you quite this early in the morning."

Charlotte let go of the broom for a second before she set it to the side, going to offer him some coffee, but she saw the cup in his hand.

"Do come in, it is rather nippy today. Can I get anything for you?"

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His mind whirled slightly, a sort of dizziness setting in. His chest felt tight, everything was…warm. Too warm. So warm that Charlie’s hand felt cool against his skin. 

But then she jerked, practically jumping off of his body as if burned. Alastor was finally able to take a deep and cleansing breath once Charlie moved. Sitting up and pulling his legs close, a shiver running up his arms and leaving gooseflesh in it’s wake. It took him a moment to recompose himself, putting those feelings away, the rutting and frankly intense attraction he still felt coursing through his veins made it…difficult.

His gaze finally found Charlie’s own and something small in him shriveled at seeing the hurt look. Then she apologized and he sighed, lifting a hand to rub at the opposing arm.

“It’s fine.” He replied finally, voice wavering a little.Taking another deep breath, trying to wash away the last tinglings of fear, ears falling backwards as he tried to form words together to explain what had happened. 

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The princess shrunk in on herself a few centimeters more, goosebumps raised from the severity of her guilt. So the way she tried to take control did it. Charlie let out a hot breath, refusing to look at him. No, she never wanted to make him... scared. It was eating away at her stomach and heart quickly, making her feel like she had been him. The one who hurt her. She murmured another apology, her lips quivering.

As it was, emotions were fickle and ever changing.

He wanted more, it seemed. Of more together. The positions he talked about -- no, she never wanted that either. As rough as she could be, despite the sin she would commit, fucking was never one of them. Making love was more on her scale. Passion and love needed to be there.

Then his hands were on her arms again and she was whining already for more of that motion. Pale cheeks lit up again, hazed mind shaking away the shame that had been brought on.

"There's... something else we can do," Charlie raised, slowly sinking down, pressing a few fleeting kisses to his fluffy ears. "We can watch... watch each other."

She got back down to her knees fully, making sure to not hit him with her horns, looking back up to him.

"So look at my hand."

The appendage in question had delved between her spread legs, index finger swirling circles around her clit, making her shiver again.

"And I can watch yours?" Her question went airy, hoping that he would be receptive to what she tried to move onto. They could always talk more after.

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Alastor seemed happy that she was perking back to normal, smile growing until it was halted by the gentle touch to the mark. It sent a tingling through his cheek, straight down into his neck and around to his throat. It took everything in him not to just..move and dip down to catch Charlie’s lips with his own, seal both the promise and his emotions, for now he reeled it back in.

“That’s because it’s new, dear.” He replied gently, but his attention was stole away from explaining when she moved, his eyes darted to where he now realized her hand was hovering, a light shade of color starting to grow on his own face as questions raced through his mind.

Was she just going to hold him? Bring them both closer and keep them there? Or was it to force him to keep a distance if need be? Did Charlie want to kiss him as well? Or was it something far less meaningful than he was making it out to be? 

But then she moved back of her own accord, and something in the stag’s heart clenched as she did so, another feeling, one he was much more familiar with spread through his system.

Disappointment.

He shook his now starting to spiral thoughts out of his mind as she spoke again, finding himself, irritatingly, hanging onto every syllable that fell from Charlie’s lips. Disappointment or not…he had to know now. Gaze softening and moving back to her eyes, he moved his hand back to her cheek, holding it as carefully as he could.

“I don’t mind being drug into dancing.” He spoke, his gaze turning down towards her lips. It was now or never as far as he was concerned. “Because…I don’t think you realize just how much of a mark you’ve left on me…”

He trailed, the last three words sticking to his throat and refusing to leave, so he acted on it instead, bending downward and pressing his lips into hers. That glowing sigil brightened again, changing to a shade of pink, before fading entirely.

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The only thought in Alastor’s head as he finally kissed her was finally. Just…finally. doing so in a rut was one thing, but this? This was entirely different. His heart soared, which was a feeling he wasn’t used to.

Then Charlie pulled back, confusion settled into his mind. Was she…oh he had kissed her too soon hadn’t he? She wasn’t ready-

He was about to break the kiss when she moved closer again, pulling him into the kiss. It was lovely, beyond lovely. But all too soon it was over, she was pulling away for the final time and it took him a moment to remember that words existed.

At the first sentence a light smile begun to crawl onto his face, he knew she would be. But the rest made his head tilt, mouth opening to respond half-way through. He was trying to worm those three little words out, really was…but then he glanced to her eyes, that final statement had sent shivers crawling up his spine and what he saw confirmed it.

Carmine looked back at him and that flare of magic in the air felt as if it was wrapping around his throat. His fingers stung and the spot the new mark sat burned. The words stuck in his throat came pouring out before he could think…almost as if the slight constricting feeling was forcing them out.

“Of course I love you, why would’t I? I just bound my soul to you without a second thought, hell I just hadn’t said anything yet because I’m petrified of getting something wrong. Or being hurt. Or hurting you-”

They kept coming and coming, as if any filter had just…been demolished.

“-I thought if I kept it quiet and things stayed the same, I wouldn’t have to think about just how damn broken I am in comparison to you and how in Satan’s name I was supposed to be good enough.”

The rush finally ended, the demon having to wheeze, coughing slightly as the constriction finally ended, deeming that stream of words good enough. He grew quiet, eyes moving from her own to the floor, a steady mess of emotions rising to the surface.

He hated that.

But it was over now, he felt like his end of the deal was sealed. Even if he had a bitter thought of feeling like his own confession had been stolen from his chest before he was really ready.

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"You bound your soul to mine? I-" Charlie was cut off by a searing pain across her chest, and she hissed with discomfort, one eye narrowing from how hard she was trying to hold in the reaction. Different from nails or knives, this was magic.

Broken. He kept it in. How long had he had feelings for her, and vice versa, and they tortured themselves out of courtesy for the other? It saddened her. How could he ever be not good enough for her? When she was the one that wasn't right for him. Impulsive, double faced, twisted, soft. When all she wanted was him.

"No, Al, don't think like that please. I never... said anything. How fast I was falling in love with you. How could I, when someone like you could have his pick of any demon or sinner down here? Compared to me?"

She went to go reach for him, only for the searing to get worse. She muffled her pain by pursing her lips, quickly undoing her bowtie and the first few buttons to see what in Satan's name could be causing it.

Black marks marred her skin in ancient Enochian. A side effect of deals made with the royal commands.

"Oh, shit." What had they done? Had she also made a deal, unknowingly? "Oh, oh shit, Alastor, I reallly didn't mean to compel you or do anything, I'm so sorry."

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His brow rose at the firm statement, she had an idea? Ooh well they’d see about-wait. His brain shorted for a moment as she moved around him, gently pushing on his shoulders and falling backwards until his back hit the carpeted floor. He blinked a few times, confusion flitting across his face.

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Caught in the moment, Charlie didn't hear him at voice. Her body was driven to his, mind set on getting what she was craving. His lips, his hands, his tongue. His hips met hers and she shuddered, reaching her head forward to land on his shoulder.

And then the consent came.

"Okay," she whispered, sliding her hand up. Slipping it beneath his shirt to feel his skin. Except she got an overwhelming rush of emotions, feeling nauseated from how intense they were. The princess flinched back, hurt settling in her eyes. She had made him uncomfortable, and he didn't say anything. Except she did, and she just didn't hear it. Shame chilled her down the bone, and she quickly got up from him, giving him space.

"Oh, Satan- Oh, I'm really sorry, Alastor." Charlie fumbled with her hands, mouth open barely and closing repeatedly. She didn't know what to say. She felt dirty. Here she was, getting off on it. Aroused, but after everything she felt from him it turned to nothing but sickness.

"We don't have to... you know."

The blonde blinked and hesitantly looked at him, the red fading from her face.

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Alastor seemed happy that she was perking back to normal, smile growing until it was halted by the gentle touch to the mark. It sent a tingling through his cheek, straight down into his neck and around to his throat. It took everything in him not to just..move and dip down to catch Charlie’s lips with his own, seal both the promise and his emotions, for now he reeled it back in.

“That’s because it’s new, dear.” He replied gently, but his attention was stole away from explaining when she moved, his eyes darted to where he now realized her hand was hovering, a light shade of color starting to grow on his own face as questions raced through his mind.

Was she just going to hold him? Bring them both closer and keep them there? Or was it to force him to keep a distance if need be? Did Charlie want to kiss him as well? Or was it something far less meaningful than he was making it out to be? 

But then she moved back of her own accord, and something in the stag’s heart clenched as she did so, another feeling, one he was much more familiar with spread through his system.

Disappointment.

He shook his now starting to spiral thoughts out of his mind as she spoke again, finding himself, irritatingly, hanging onto every syllable that fell from Charlie’s lips. Disappointment or not…he had to know now. Gaze softening and moving back to her eyes, he moved his hand back to her cheek, holding it as carefully as he could.

“I don’t mind being drug into dancing.” He spoke, his gaze turning down towards her lips. It was now or never as far as he was concerned. “Because…I don’t think you realize just how much of a mark you’ve left on me…”

He trailed, the last three words sticking to his throat and refusing to leave, so he acted on it instead, bending downward and pressing his lips into hers. That glowing sigil brightened again, changing to a shade of pink, before fading entirely.

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"Well then, how did it get there?" Charlie tried to push the conversation. Anything to keep them talking, and keep her rooted to the ground before she could bolt and ruin another good thing in her life.

Like a magnet, she was pulled toward him, and had to fight to not touch him again. The princess bit into her dark lip, fangs puncturing the skin and drawing a bead of crimson to sit on top of that.

Relief washed over her like a warm blanket when his hand was on her cheek again. Covering a side of her mark up. Charlie shuddered against him and leaned into the gentle touch, eyes closing for a few seconds. Maybe conversation wasn't needed.

"That's good. I'll keep that in mind."

She rambled anyway, opening her doe eyes, only to see his eyes trained lower than here. It made her heart beat fast and hard. Did he want to kiss her as hard as she wanted to take his lips? The answer came sooner than she expected, stepping back with surprise before pulling him closer into the kiss by his shoulders. She forced herself onto her toes for him, mind blanking on everything except for how good it felt to feel like her feelings were silently accepted.

After a few seconds she needed to pull back, looking over him for his reaction. Charlie licked her lips before she gripped onto him tighter, afraid that if she let go, he would crumble to dust. That maybe it was all a day-dream.

"As long as you stay, I'll be loyal. I'll be anything you need me to be. I'll burn everything down for you, if needed. If you love me, you'll tell me. And you'll tell me now, before I start to believe in something that isn't there." What she hadn't noticed was the intention behind it. The will of the words, as her eyes shone a brilliant carmine, magic flaring thick in the air.

Royal commands were far and few in between, and often intentional. But hers was something deep and emotional.

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Alastor shivered as Charlie responded beautifully, he knew what he was doing but it took a responsive partner to make his own breath hitch into a wheeze, throat going dry. Face heating gently, thoughts stuttering and grinding to a halt.

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She whined as he hummed, the vibration rushing up to her and making her lose herself that much more. Her fingers tugged to keep him between her thighs, but she remembered as he pushed his head up, that she had started the whole talking thing again.

Charlie bit down on her knuckles as he strolled her slick folds so teasingly, talking in that pretty purr. "I have an idea," she replied quickly, leaning forward. She eyed that chair behind him, before reaching her leg around him and shoving the chair out of her way. Then her hands were on his shoulders, pushing him down and back. The further she pushed him back, she got a look at the hardness in his pants.

Her entire body seized up with desire, aching for it to be in her. A natural reaction that she hated with a passion. "Oh..." Her mouth was salivating and cotton-dry at the same time, her skin searing hot yet chilled. Her body wanted it. She wanted it. No, she didn't want him inside of her.

It was so confusing. There were problems that she couldn't trust to unpack in the heat of the moment.

So she started to kneel down onto the floor, sitting on top of his erection, holding onto his shoulders still.

"Tell me what you think -- a position where you can still eat me out, while I go down on you too... pleasure for both."

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Alastor’s shoulders fell into a more relaxed state as Charlie smiled up at him. Much better. So much better. Her fingers fell gently on top of his hands and he slipped his eyes closed for a moment. 

Most non-permission touches made him feel sick, violent even. But Charlie’s? He found he didn’t mind, it just made him feel warm and comfortable.

It was a first.

He tried to focus on that feeling of comfort, he was supposed to be comforting her not taking it from her. And he found he felt…marginally bad about it. That made him stop and think. Why did he feel bad about it? His own comfort had always been first, always. 

But did it now? Or had the princess of hell managed to worm her way in so deep just by being herself that she meant more to him than he did?

He glanced downward and into those innocent looking eyes again. She had. He mentally reminded himself. Of course he promised, he’d give her everything if he could-

Wait.

Oh that’s absolutely adorable. He thought warmly at her insistence of making a pinky promise. The fact that something so simple seemed so important…

A smile graced his lips, gentle and affectionate. He turned his gaze from her eyes down to the pinky offered to him. “I wouldn’t begin to break a pinky promise, you’re right.” He agreed wholeheartedly. Taking his right hand off of her cheek, curling all of his fingers inward but one, gently hooking his pinky around hers. 

“Charlie, I promise you that I will never leave you.” He almost repeated, that sigil flaring back into existence as he reiterated again. Once his finger left hers, his eyes moved back to her own as a realization settled into his chest warmly.

He loved her. He really loved her.

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Charlie was tentative, careful. He hadn't reacted to her touching him. Her big heart surged with happiness and a violent hurricane of emotions, shaking her through and through from the inside out. She hated to admit it, but his touch was something she craved.

The days where she wasn't around him, she thought of the way he would set hands on her shoulder, grab her and give her a spin. The princess didn't mind it with him. No, she rather enjoyed it.

It was embarrassing. It made her feel a little pathetic, crawling at the very bottom. Wanting to hear the sound of static near her, trying her best to really make him laugh. Charlie was so distracted by it whenever he was around, but it made her happy. Light. It was as if she was always using her wings instead of her feet to walk. And it was terrifying, above all. Loving him silently.

How gratifying it was, but was a destruction to her poor soul. Yet she was so low, that their pinkies meeting sent her smile shooting up and wider.

"I'm holding you to that." This time, she saw it. The glow upon his skin. Oh, that was new. Like a child with no boundaries she reached up and brushed her fingers against it for a few fleeting moments, wondering just what it meant. "You, um. I've never seen this on you before."

To keep herself from falling with the way she was on her tip-toes, she took a step close, with her free hand hovering just above his hip, ready to catch herself if needed. It took her a few seconds to realize how close they were again.

Touch me, the dark side of her mind screamed, wanting to feel those gloves against her skin. Wanting more of him. Anything.

She drew back quickly, feeling rather hot as her skin grew pink.

"Now you're stuck getting dragged into my dances!" If she had to play it off, she would. Even if one day, she was sure she would burst with the love that just kept building.

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His thumbs gently rubbed against her cheeks where they sat, again trying what he could to help calm Charlie down. He really didn’t like seeing her upset, and he certainly didn’t like the thought that kept cycling through his mind that he was willing to do anything to make her happy again.

A little bit of static reverberated from his being before a rather…gentle melody came through in a hum to her, the song something he recalled relaxed him once upon a time. 

Still gently petting her cheeks until his humming stopped, a strained smile curved at his lips.Something about the look in her eyes reminded him of something he had seen in himself, many, many years ago. Helplessness, or anxiety maybe. 

It hurt. 

“My mother used to say to not shit on your own dreams, I…agree with that. Part of life is inevitable loss…but you’ll never have to be alone. Because I will be right here with you no matter what.”

The promise slipped from his mouth before he could stop it, a faintly red glowing sigil etching into his cheek before disappearing. There was almost a…heart shape to it and all the demon could smell were violets for a lingering moment after.

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Charlie blinked when the static caught her attention, eyes scanning over his face. The melody, it was soothing. She couldn't help but start to smile at the humming, selfishly touching the back of his hands, just to edge his fingers to stay on her cheeks a moment longer.

He was right, and so it seemed his mother was too. The princess had never been one to give up on herself, no matter how many times her father called her a failure, or one of her projects failed. She always got right back up and moved on. Except this time, it could really work. Charlie wasn't ready to deal with the consequences.

Her pupils bounced from between his eyes down to his neck, before going back up as he promised her.

"You will? You promise?"

Charlie's voice was a soft staccato of syllables. She was too entranced by his words and heavy look in his eyes to noticed the sigil. Maybe a part of her did notice, always hyper aware of her surroundings, but she couldn't bring herself to ask.

So she held her pinky finger up, innocent seriousness swimming in her big eyes. "If you promise, then make a pinky promise with me. You wouldn't break something like that, would you?"

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“Nothing’s going to happen.” Alastor reassured Charlie gently, running a hand along her thigh in something of a petting motion. He was slightly nervous about this too, don’t get him wrong, especially what would happen after-

The idea of grappling with emotions and expectations made his stomach sink, so for now he would push all of those away. This wasn’t the time to wax poetic or think about why he wanted to wax poetic in the first place.

Once he moved in towards his goal, he hummed contentedly at the musical edged yelp. Lovely. He thought to himself, hoping to get more of that particular sound.

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"Okay... mm." Her cheek landed against her shoulder, head swirling with how good something simple felt. Her soft thighs twitched under his hand, only to spasm hard as his thumb moved up. That was her downfall.

Her back arched out as she pressed her shoudlerblades back into her chair as hard as she could.

"Oh, Satan!~" She moaned louder, horns growing and curling back farther. An aching itching clawed at her back, pressure building beneath the skin. Charlie could feel his long tongue against the sweet little spot that had her seeing white again. And she wanted more.

More, more, more, more ! The voice in her had screamed, her fingers shaking as she clutched onto him. Her feet turned early, the heels digging into the carpet beneath the chair. Everything was swollen, hot, and he made her writhe for what seemed like the first time in a century. Not even her fingers pleased her like he was. He reached farther. Warmer. More at once. Her clit throbbed at his groan, making her release one of her own.

Her mind settled down, and she regained a sense of what she wanted aside from her own pleasure. Charlie wanted to hear more of his. No, needed.

She withdrew a hand from him, running it through her tangling, wavy hair, tugging at it to keep herself somewhat grounded. Stop herself from pushing him down and riding his face until she could find her orgasm.

"Al... please... tell me what I can do to help you. You don't have to-" Her breath hitched. "Only please me!"

[puppieluvz]