Author's Note

Dragonfire2lm:
I got bored, wanted to write...I dunno? Something?

I have no idea what this is...

Short - Assistance

Lorraine sat in Alastor's lap, the two of sitting on her bed in her hotel room. They were both wearing matching sets of silk pajamas, more comfortable than anything the doe had worn before. She was warm, a heady sort of warmth where she was aware of how her heart steadily beat in her chest and her mind wandered to thoughts of warm hugs and tender moments not unlike the one she was in now.

Alastor pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her shoulders and the demon hummed in content. She could feel the heat of his own body through their clothes, it grounded her meandering thoughts, he was real, this was real.

She was safe.

She didn't really mind the heat quietly pooling, pulsing in her privates, how the air felt dense or how still the two of them were, unwilling to ruin the moment or acknowledge what either of them were feeling. This, what they had here and now, basking in their shared torture and pleasure in the warmth, was more than enough.

Alastor broke the silence quietly. "You know dear... If you ever want some assistance, I'd be happy to oblige..."

She was fully aware she was being an idiot when she asked "Like... ?"

He knew as well, chuckling as he leaned closer, his voice lowering. "Whatever you like, darling-"

"You're evil." She squeaked, flustered and giggling.

"Shall I keep talking?" Alastor asked and she looked up to see him smirking. "I could tell you what I'd do with you, if you let me. I'd take good care of you..."

Lorraine stared at him, if anything he was making things worse, and she was tempted to let him continue, curious as to how long she could handle listening to him simply talk about such things, how long before her own desire reached a point that she asked him to stop, too overwhelmed?

"You're evil," she reiterated. "You know my wires still get crossed around you..."

"I don't care dear, I know you like it."

"Shut up please!"

Alastor leaned back, surrendering. "Too much?"

"Let's just sit okay?"