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Charlie stares at herself in her vanity mirror, making sure her winged liner isn't crooked, before putting the final touches on her attire. Angel has decided to take the girls out for a night at the new bar that just opened. She planned on declining, really she was, but then Angel promised her that he'd be willing to behave during group therapy for a week if she'd join.
Definitely not also because he mentioned the new bar has a 19's speakeasy themed going on, complete with the music and performances. You can't blame her, she's a sucker for old-fashioned things.
Her gaze then lands on the ring sitting on her diary. Her brows furrowed, and her fingers unconsciously brushed against it. She kept having this anxious feeling of wearing it since this morning, which is weird considering how she hasn't worn it for... Almost 5 years since he'd left.
An idea popped into her head and she rummaged through her drawer. Finding an empty thin silver chain, quickly threaded it through the band and fastened it around her neck. The anxiousness had dissipated the moment it touched her skin, resting innocently just below her collarbone.
The loud beeping of a car had her jumping.
"CHARLIE! HURRY UP SUNSHINE!" Charlie couldn't help but laugh at the very evident impatience in Angel's tone. She hastily puts on her heels and grabs her bag and keys.
"Jeez, took ya long enough, Princess. I thoughts you upped and bailed on us." Angel, had his arms crossed as he leaned against Vaggi's car. He wore a short back and pink flapper dress, complete with accessories and a headpiece.
"Of course not! Just got held up by something, I'm here now!" She laughs as Angel rolls his eyes and gestures for her to hop in.
"The others are already at the place, with a table reserved." Vaggi smiles at Charlie, she was in a lilac ruffled flapper dress with minimal accessories. Charlie buckles herself and practically vibrates in excitement as the car drives forward.
Rose and Tonics, which was the name of the place, has reached Charlie's expectations and more. The interiors, the lights, the music, and the entrance were even discreet and mysterious!
"Man, this place is absolutely packin'! I didn't even think it could be this famous." Angel said as they slid into their booth.
"Right?! Even I was shocked when we got here!" Beamed the bright-eyed girl with hair as silver as her dress. Emily passes her newly arrived companions the menu and gestures for a waitress.
After their food arrived, they talked and ate before Angel got up and dragged the other to the dance floor. Leaving Emily and Charlie who were still in a very engaging discussion about plans and activities for their hotel that is inspired by the Rose and Tonics. The blonde was enthusiastically listing things when her cousin tapped her.
She paused mid-sentence and looked at Emily questioningly.
"I... I might be wrong, but isn't that Alastor?" She points behind Charlie cautiously.
This got Charlie confused, "Alastor? No. That's impossible." He doesn't live here. He doesn't like New York. He can't be here.
Her hand reaches up to the ring hanging around her neck as she slowly turns.
There, by the bar counter, sat a man with an impeccable outfit consisting of a white dress shirt, red waistcoat, black dress pants, and a dark maroon tux. His dark curls were styled neatly, and his eyes were glowing behind his glasses like gleaming amber against the bar's lighting.
Charlie's breath was caught as she held his gaze. His ever-present smile shows nothing as he lazily leans on the counter. She watches him break eye contact first to travel down slowly and Charlie swears she could feel shivers run up her spine at the intensity of his stare. As if he were studying her like a book that holds all the answers to a question he's been dying to solve.
She sees the predatory gleam that passes through his eyes as it lingers on her hand clasped tightly around her necklace. Charlie finally couldn't take it anymore as his eyes came back up to hers and she witnessed his smile turning into a hungry and all-knowing smirk. Her head turned back to her cousin and Emily couldn't help but jump at how quickly she did it. Charlie might be feeling the whiplash from that action but she was too focused on the hammering of her heart to think about anything.
"Why is he here?! He can't be here!"
Emily offers her a glass of water and gently pries her hand to hold it. "Charlie, breathe with me. You're hyperventilating."
Charlie quickly gulps down the water and follows Emily's soft instructions, breathing in and out until her heart settles. She could feel both his eyes and the ring searing through her skin. Metaphorically.
"We can go to another place if you want, Charlie. I'm sure the others won't mind." Her cousin squeezes her hand comfortingly. Charlie couldn't help but look at Emily and feel her heart warming. She glanced at the dancefloor where the others were all having a great time, and this caused her to laugh fondly.
She shakes her head and smiles determinedly, "No, I'm going to have a great time here with you guys. Who cares if he's here because it doesn't matter since it's been years. We're done."
Without looking back to the man, she pulls Emily up the moment Vaggi comes back to the table with Lute. The cousins laughed as they joined Angel and Cherri.
I don't care if he's here. We're done.
|~|~|
He watches the floor intensely. Eyes never leave the gorgeous blonde as she dances with her companions. He hadn't anticipated seeing her so soon after his relocation. Expecting a month-long, patience-testing, search in this big city. He thought he could handle a few more weeks of waiting.
But here, now, in one place and only a few feet away is his obsession. Her golden hair shone brightly under the dim light of the Rose and Tonics. The way the red flapper dress hugs the curves that he misses so much. He couldn't take it. He needs to close the distance. To have her in his arms. To hear her voice that he craves to remember. See the smile that haunts his dreams night and day.
A glass of rye hits his elbow that was leaning against the bar top, and he reluctantly takes his eyes off his sweet belle. He sees the furrowed brows and deep frown of his associate.
"My, what's with that grumpy face, old friend?" He sarcastically remarks, fingers wrapping around the tumbler.
"You've been staring at the floor with this weird look on your face. It's creepy." The bartender ignores the sarcasm as he goes about the drink orders from the other customers. Making himself busy or else he'll have another lecture from the owner.
Alastor couldn't help looking back towards the crowd, easily spotting his perfect petite déesse. Twirling and laughing as if she owns the floor. She most definitely does. "Just something that caught my eye. Don't worry too much, Husker."
He takes a sip of rye, completely disregarding the grumbles of the old bartender as he moves to the other customers. To his side, he notices the occupant of the neighboring seat also has his body turned to the dancing crowd.
Hearing the loud gulp as the man drowns his drink and pushes himself off the chair. Alastor dryly observes him fixing his boring clothes and his messy straw-like hair. The bespectacled man was about to go back looking at his prior focus, when said straw-haired bloke powers through the mass and indefinitely stops in front of no other than Charlie herself.
The man could only watch with increasing irritation as the bloke fumbles through his introduction and blunders in trying to get her to dance with him. Of course, ever the gracious and kind-hearted Charlotte Magne, is seen politely declining his advances with that bright smile.
Alastor pushed down the sudden urge to fling his cup towards the dimwit who was still trying his luck by pushing himself closer to Charlie's space. He can't be irrational, what if he accidentally hits Charlie? Where are her friends?
He could feel the tight muscles in his jaw from how hard he was clenching his teeth. Spotting most of her companions either too far from her or clearly preoccupied.
Just then, Charlie turned her head to him. Her eyes locking into his and it made him pause. He was entranced by how serious she looked as she made her way towards him, with the bloke close to her heels. His grin widens when she pauses in front of him, his body thrumming in anticipation for her next move but remaining exactly where he is. He fights to keep his posture relaxed and not reach out to pull her closer.
Neither bothers to acknowledge the fellow behind her; instead, she taps her heels against his shoes. This causes him to raise an eyebrow curiously but doesn't stop his own legs from making space.
A pleased smile passes her lips, swiftly and gracefully she turns around and places herself on his lap like a queen regaining her throne. Evidently, Alastor doesn't care anymore as his shoes close around hers and locks her in. His arms wrap around her waist and his head instinctively nuzzles against her neck. His body felt at peace now that he finally had her back. So warm, so soft, so real. He could smell her shampoo, her soap, her perfume, and—most importantly— the underlying scent that is only hers.
He couldn't help pressing his lips on the pulse point of her neck, laughing softly when he felt her tense, relax, and tense back on him. He rests his chin on her shoulder, grinning too wide at the stunned fellow. The poor chum graciously takes the hint and scampers off with an apology. They stayed like that for a moment, until a voice from behind surprised them.
"Is she your girlfriend, sir?" Both turned to see a petite young redhead leaning from behind the bar counter.
"Niffty, dear, I think Rosie was looking for you earlier. Something about rats." He watches the little woman scurry out with an unhinged smile. He turns back to the woman in his arms who was clearly trying to escape.
His body unknowingly tightens its hold on her, selfishly wants to keep her against him, keep her warmth for himself. He leans toward her ear, whispering, "Going already?"
Couldn't resist the satisfaction at hearing the shaky breath she lets out, "Alastor Louviere, let go."
But, my dearest, I don't want to.
|~|~|
Charlie couldn't do it. She genuinely didn't know what came over her head when she saw Alastor not so subtly glaring daggers at the poor guy. She felt her legs move on their own, taking her to the man who had made her feel safe. The way her being fits in his arms like a puzzle piece perfectly connecting, his physique warm and big enough to envelope her own, and the way he holds her like she's something precious.
She definitely shouldn't have, but she wasn't able to fight against her body leaning in his embrace. She would have definitely melted in his arms if it wasn't for the kiss on her neck that caused her spine to erupt in shivers. She could only curse her treacherous body for how she's reacting to his scent of bourbon, smoke, and a distinct smell of iron and wood.
Her heart pounds against her chest, ignoring everything that is not the man she's currently on top of. She could probably stay here. His warmth, his scent, the soft gentle caresses of his lips on her shoulder. Maybe she could stay. Maybe she could turn and—
"Is she your girlfriend, sir?"
That one sentence had broken through her daze, and she remembered exactly where she was and who she was. Through clenched teeth, she shifts and wiggles in his grasp. Hoping he'd take the hint and let her go.
Apparently not as she felt his breath tickling her ears and his voice, oh dear Satan, his voice, whispers to her. It's unfair how he still has this effect on her after all these years. It's unfair how much her body and heart miss this man that left her, even unfair how his name slides smoothly out of her mouth like it had any right to be. "Alastor Louviere, let go."
Charlie didn't know if he had heard or if he was just ignoring her. She'd have half the mind to start yelling when she felt his arms loosening and his legs untangling from hers. Carefully she gets off his space, taking a deep breath before turning to face him.
"Thank you for the assistance." Charlie thanks her lucky stars for how stable her voice was as she spoke. Ignoring the way his gaze lingers on the ring hanging around her neck. Pushing down the urge to clasp a hand around it, she turns and went back to the booth.
Vaggi looks up from her very obvious flirting with Lute when Charlie all but snatches her bag. She could feel her best friend's frustration and clearly see how flustered she is. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"Sorry, I'm just a bit worked up, Vags. I think I'm just gonna leave early." Charlie did her best for a reassuring smile.
"Want us to drive you back?" Lute pipes up, clearly worried.
The blonde shakes her head, "Thanks, but I don't want to bother you guys. I'll just call an cab."
The two didn't look convinced and she could only sigh and promised to text them when she get home. Thankfully they relented and Charlie couldn't leave faster.
Outside, she shivers in the cold air, watching other people walk by. She's still stuck with the realization that he's here, Charlie decides to talk a short walk to clear her mind. She couldn't take another step further as a hand shot out and grasped her wrists. Shocked, she looks back.
"Surely you don't mean to just leave me, do you?" Despite his smile, his eyes display a sense of urgency and desperation.
There was a swell of irritation in her chest, her eyes glaring, "Yes, I am. Just like how you left me."
Charlie yanks her hand back, and maybe it's the alcohol finally hitting but there was a flash of hurt in his eyes. She blinks and all she sees now is resolve and hunger that sent shivers down her spine. He starts crowding her in to a nearby alley, pushing until her back hits a wall and his arms plants itself on either side of her. Caging her with his frame, keeping her focus on him.
Her arms raised to push at his chest, which undoubtedly only prompted him to bring himself closer. She shivers at the proximity and glares at how his smirk widens.
"Cold, darling?"
"What do you want, Alastor?" Her voice was tight, eyes full of mixed emotions, she knows he can see it. He always does.
"I want to talk, dearest. Please."
His voice was soft that she almost missed it, she stared at him in disbelief. Her heart aches at how gentle, how desperate he looks at her. It's too much.
She turns her head, "W-why? So you could explain yourself after five years? So you could worm your way back like you didn't just left me? Like I wasn't something important to you? I don't need your lies or your reasons on why you're here. In fact, I don't want to see you at all! I don't need anything from you!"
Charlie knows she's crying, if the blurriness of her eyes and the short sniffles hadn't clued her in, then it's the way those arms gather her so carefully, pulling her towards firm chest, stroking her hair that he let loose from her bun. He whispers words in her ears, she could barely understand them or she couldn't make an effort to understand as she weakly struggles in his arms.
"Charlotte... I missed you. Give me a chance to talk. That's all."
She sniffles, fingers clenching on his clothes. She should say no. Push him off. Leave.
Instead, she gave a barely perceptible nod.
"Charlo-... Charlie. You don't know how much I missed you through these years. I didn't think I could survived. I know, I did accept that offer. I was stupid enough to be tempted by the promise of success and fame that clearly I disregarded the promise I was supposed to cherish," He laughed weakly, the sound hollow, "When you... left New Orleans, I was devastated. Five years..."
She felt him reach under his shirt and pulled out a necklace.
A necklace that had a familiar looking ring currently dangling in her face. Her breath was caught, eyes widening and darting between his face and the silver band.
"W-why are you wearing that now?" Charlie couldn't help the stutter in her words.
He looks at her like she just asked something so obvious. He didn't answer her directly, why would he? Instead he says, "Five years of birthdays I didn’t see, letters I didn’t send, calls I never made because I kept telling myself I’d come back when I had something to show you. This fool finally a radio host, finally worthy of your ring.”
His gaze dropped to the chain at her chest, near identical to his own, his expression twisting. “But all those nights in that studio… all that applause… it didn’t mean a damned thing when I’d finish a broadcast and realize the one person I wanted listening wasn’t there anymore. Five long years and not a single day passed where I didn't think of you, where I have never had this ring around my neck always reminding me of why I did what I had done.”
Hands coming up to her face, fingers wiping her remaining tears. "I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you,” he said quietly, voice shaking. “I left because I thought dreams had to be chased alone. And God help me, mon cœur, it took losing you to realize you were the dream."
Her traitor of a heart flutters at his words. Despite the sounds of people and cars in the round, her ears could only distinguish the sound of his voice, the thumping of her heart, and her quivering exhales.
"Alastor..."
"You don't need to forgive me, darling. Lord knows how much I have broken your heart. But please... Let me make this right. Let me help pick up the pieces. I know I'm selfish in asking you this but I've already tormented myself in wishing I stayed in all those years so don't deny me this, deny us... Don't deny me without meaning it."
They stayed like that, letting the words sink in. Letting their breaths mingle in the meager space between their bodies. Charlie genuinely couldn't take it anymore. The alcohol buzzing in her veins, not enough to make her drunk but enough to make her act through the organ in her chest and not in her head.
Her hands gripped his shirt, pulling and using her toes to reach up. She definitely didn't feel any resistance against him, in fact, they was hands sliding to the nape of her neck and around her waist. The kiss not soft, not even close, it was deep. Full of emotions and even desperate, but also full of longing, hunger, and relief. Heads tilting and both took it as a sign for more.
Charlie didn't remember getting pushed back to the wall, or how her leg was hooked over his hip. Didn't even think about how her fingers are tangled in his soft hair, how her other hand is practically pulling him down. She's only thinking about the fingers deliciously digging into the thigh raised on his hip, the way his other hand spans across her lower back effectively keeping her flushed to his chest. Intoxicating how he's both pushing her to the wall and pulling her against his body.
She gasps at feel of teeth nipping her lower and let's out a startled moan with the way Alastor quickly takes the chance. Tongue diving in and absolutely doesn't come up until Charlie could barely keep herself upright and just slumps against him on jelly legs.
Alastor finally lets her breath properly as their lips parts, a trail of saliva connected before breaking, and Charlie can't help but moan at the sight of the radio host. Messy hair, glasses askew, lips parted and glistening, cheeks flushed, and the hunger in those eyes that makes her stomach flip.
"Come home with me?"
|~|~|
The moment the door closed, Charlie was once again pinned to a wall. No complaints. Hands roaming and lips dancing.
Her dress was pushed up, hands gripping the back off her thighs. The squeak that passed through her lips as she was lifted was drowned out by more kisses as her legs were guided around the man's narrow waist. She wraps her arms around his neck for more balance when he carries her like she weighs nothing and starts walking further inside. A miracle it was that they barely bumped into anything as they reached his bedroom.
He gives one last peck before promptly placing Charlie on his bed. Bothering only to remove his shoes as he climbs above and resumes stealing her breath.
Alastor reached behind her and grins triumphantly the moment his fingers found the zipper. He pushes the fabric down to reveal milky white skin that he's been craving to suck, bite, and mark. Which he didn't hesitate as his mouth latches on her neck.
Charlie hands weren't lazy either, fumbling the buttons of his clothes. She couldn't help but growl in frustration at the amount of layers this man has decided to wear. The young woman felt him chuckle above her and she has half the mind to just rip it the offending garments off him.
She didn't get to decide when her dress was being pulled off her. Laying back down, Charlie watched him shrug off his coat before quickly unbuttoning his waist coat. Layer after layer, clothes were unceremoniously tossed to the floor.
Finally, they were both naked and were breathing shallowly. Gaze appreciative, Alastor couldn't help but take in how much he's craved her like this, under him. Running up his hands to her side, rubbing his thumbs along her ribs, until they reached the milky round globes. She arches her back, pushing more in his grasp.
The gasping moan that flows out her lips, her hands scrambling to grasp soft curly locks, as he bends down and starts licking and sucking the tempting little pink bud. He grunts and gives a harder suck when she tugs on his hair. Alastor shifts, knees prying her legs open and his free hand moves.
She could feel him caressing her thighs, gripping tight before it goes exactly where she needed him. Fingers tracing, teasing, making her whine and tugging harder. He grins up at her as he moves back up to capture her lips.
Finally his fingers meet her moist, slick entrance. Letting it coat his finger before letting it sink in. A pleased growl comes out his lips, he pumps in once, twice, and proceeds to insert another. There's no stopping her voice from pitching louder as he curls and scissors his digits. Charlie, embarrassed, slaps a hand to stop herself. Sadly, her partner wasn't having any of it and yanks it off her and places it above her head.
She looks at him is mild confusion and surprise. Alastor chuckles darkly and curls his fingers that sends her back arching and a broken gasp escapes. "That's it darling. You don't get to refuse me the notion of hearing how good I make you feel."
He lowers himself, keeping eye contact until he's right between her legs. He slowly pulls out his glistening fingers and pops them in his mouth. A full body shiver and a loud groan sends a jolt of excitement through Charlie. She watches him lick his fingers clean.
With wide eyes, she felt his free hand lift her leg up to his shoulder and, without any pause, removes the fingers in his mouth with a pop and dove down. Alastor was like a starved for days who has a feast spread all for him. He placed both her legs over his shoulder and he held hips down, not letting her escape his ministration.
He doesn't remember when he closed his eyes but he opens them and was greeted with Charlie looking at him with hooded eyes, gasps and moans spilling through her open lips, lipstick smudged. Her chest was heaving with each shallow breath she took, and there, shining under the bedroom light, was the chained ring nestled between her sweat covered chest.
With very little effort, he lifts her hips up, spreading her legs wider so that he can push his tongue even deeper. He licks and sucks like she's his favorite meal, burying himself to drown in her essence. The sharp tugs on his scalp doesn't pull him out of his concentration, instead it gets him higher, redoubling his effort and his world narrows. The tight, dripping wet heat of her on his lips, the exquisite taste on his tongue and spilling down his chin, her soft thighs tensing and squeezing around his head, her cries and broken whimpers going louder and unabashed as his thumb reaches around to draw circles on that little bundle of nerve.
He knew the moment she reached her limit when she practically pulls him closer, thighs clamping hard on his head, and the scream that tore out her as she releases right into his voraciously willing mouth. He lets her ride out the high, making sure he drinks every single drop before he pries her legs open and his lungs greedily takes in air.
As tempting as the thought of suffocating between her thighs was, he was too selfish to even think of dying right after finally having her back in his life. No, he plans on taking every second of his life and dedicating it to making sure Charlie can't be anything but satisfied. That her smile would never leave her face and he's replaced the pain he has caused her in these past years with nothing but joy and content.
He moves back up and kisses her, soft and sweet. She hums and caresses cheeks, moaning at the taste of her in his mouth. Then she felt something hot and hard rest on her stomach. She breaks the kiss to look down, and behold, the head of his member was weeping and almost a bluish purple color.
It twitches as if sensing her gaze with increasing fascination and slight fear at how she forgotten the length and size of him.
She looks up at him and she sees him watching her with his ever present smile but gentler, almost sincere. Their lips met again and this time, Alastor nudges her up, so that her head is cushioned on the pillow and grabs another to place under her hips.
Charlie sees him move to the edge and reached inside one of the drawers of the bedside table. He comes back and places a box of condoms right beside her and she can't help but sputter out.
"W-we don't need that much, right?"
Alastor laughs and leans in to her ears, "Oh sweetheart, you didn't think I'd stop at just one round, did you?"
He watches rising horror in her eyes with fond amusement as he nibbles the shell of her ear. Coming back up, he rips open a packet and rolls in on him. Giving himself a few pumps with a quiet hiss, then positions himself.
"My darling, whatever happens, the moment you feel like stopping, I'll stop."
Charlie felt his hand grasp hers and couldn't help but smile. She lifts their intertwined hands and place it on her chest, right above her heart, right beside that band of metal they made a promise with. Above her, she watches Alastor, scars littered across his lithe but defined chest and arms, curls a mess from her tugs and caress, lips smeared with lipstick—definitely from her— and between his panting chest was the chained ring.
Finally, they locked eyes and she gives him a nod.
Jaws tense and fingers firm on her hips, Alastor pushes himself inside, inch by glorious inch. A low groan escapes his chest, like a man fighting for control. The moment he bottoms out, he stills, letting Charlie adjust and giving him time to compose himself.
She's warm, tight, and irresistible.
He's hot, big, and magnificent.
The instant Charlie felt her body gradually getting used to him, she started moving. Pushing up, and before Alastor could think she wanted him off her, she slammed her hips back. This sends a bolt of pleasure up their spine and both let out a gasp followed by a moan and groan.
Alastor takes his hit and starts thrusting deep, hips moving in deliberate rhythm. His quite grunts are raw and unfiltered as he feels her clench around him.
"You feel incredible, darling, taking me so well." The rewarding squeak and tightening of her warm channel makes him chuckle breathlessly.
"Look at you. Gorgeous and absolutely perfect. That fool tried his luck to something he could never achieve. He could never have." He peppers kisses along her chest, neck and jaw, adding more onto the blooming marks. Guiding her hand around his neck so that she's hugging him. Despite the minimal space, his hips continues moving.
He buries his face where her neck meets her shoulder as he picks up the pace. Hands sliding down to grip her ass and angling it to meet each drive of his hips. He must have hit a sensitive spot inside when she all but screams loud. Adjusting his position until he's on his knees, he starts ramming in that specific spot.
"That's it, you're doing wonderful, ma douce. No one else can make you feel this good. No one else can have you like this."
Her nails were digging on his back, her feet scrambling against the sheets to try and move her hips in time with his. There's no stopping her voice at this point, her mind was fuzzy from all his praising and the carnal tone his voice has taken.
"A-Alastor!"
His thrusts stutters before resuming faster. "I've always loved the sound my name on your lips. Come on, Charlie, dis-moi qui te fait du bien."
She keens at the language he uses, "Alastor, please!"
"I know, mon cœur. You're doing so good." He kisses her temple, pushes his hips even deeper.
"Je t'aime tellement, Charlotte, and I'll never leave you. Ever. Again." He punctuates each word with hard, deep thrust.
When Charlie heard the declaration, it's like a dam broke inside her, she reached her peak. Teeth sinking in firm sinew and legs wrapping hard to push him deeper.
Merely seconds later, Alastor tips over the edge and he buries himself in her tight heat.
The were both gasping for breath and Alastor was conscious enough to keep his full weight of Charlie. He rolls off the moment she removes her teeth from his shoulder, taking off the condom and tying it before dropping it randomly.
The sweet blonde was drifting off after a few minutes when she heard the ripping of foil, her eyes widen and looks at Alastor sitting up and rolling another down his, very much standing, member.
A smug smirk plays on his face, "Round 2, my princess?"
This was going to be a long night.
|~|~|
Sunlight spills across the open curtains of the bedroom. Laying in rumpled sheets, Charlie woke up slowly. Body aching pleasantly and mind still fuzzy. She looks down to the side and saw the bed was empty.
Yet, before any unnecessary and negative ideas could corrupt her head, the smell of something delicious wafted in the room and her stomach voiced their complaint.
Just in time, the door opens, and in came a certain amber eyed gentleman. Well, as gentleman as one could be after last night. On his arms was a tray with a generous stack of pancakes with bacon and eggs, and a cup of coffee—if one could even call it that after 5 spoons of sugar— with whipped cream.
"Ah, you're awake! Lovely, I've made you brunch. It's half-past eleven and I'm sure you're parched after such... Vigorous activities." The teasing glint in his eyes causes her natural blush to spread to her neck.
She pulls the sheet up her body and embarrassment, Alastor didn't mind and place the tray on her lap. "Brunch in bed, my princess. Go on, doll."
"Thanks Al." The smile she beams at him was like an arrow through his heart, he smiles back and sits down beside her. Watches her eyes brighten in excitement.
Charlie takes in the delicious aroma of her food before picking up the fork to dig in. She knows her and Alastor will have a proper talk later or soon, but knowing Alastor, once he sets his mind on something, he'll do it. As much as she doesn't want to see his face, she still misses him. She has never forgotten him.
Now that he's back in her life, she'll likely never let go.
"Charlie. You remember our promise right?"
She looks up, didn't think it'll be this soon, "Yeah, of course."
"I just want you to know that I intend to keep it. Because, darling, you are my first love," A hand reaches and tucks her hair behind her ear. A smile, genuine, and fond sets on his lip, "And if you'd let me, I want you to be my last."
Tears streams down her cheeks except this time, it's not from anger or sadness. It's from the relief and so much happiness she feels with his words.
Her hand grasps his and laughter spills through her lips. "You dork."
No matter what happens. They'll stay. Just like their promise.