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You are already annoyed as it is. This little game Charlie wanted to play was fun at first, but now it was just grating at your last nerve. You can’t blame your sister for your boredom or annoyance either. It isn't her fault you aren't used to this stuff. You’ve never been one to sit still for long periods of time, preferring instead to constantly stay busy. Trips to the other rings, paperwork, Sins, Overlords, your parents, and your sister constantly keep you moving. Sitting here in the hotel for several hours feels wrong.
Your schedule has been entirely shaken up by this surprise free day. How your sister managed to cancel your meeting with Mammon, you will never know, but that is the only thing you're really thankful for at this moment. Not having to meet with him was always a plus in your book, as it always freed up several hours that would have otherwise been wasted. That was always a plus. This however, is definitely not.
There is nothing wrong with your older sister's vision. You are happy she found something to be so passionate about! It's great, actually! There was, however, some vague annoyance with her antics. She never pulled her own weight, which left all of the important (and less important) duties for you to handle. You really wish she would help with all the tasks and to-do lists, but all of her focus and time and energy is sunk into the hotel. The very hotel you are sitting in now.
The couch you are curled up on currently is comfortable enough. The vague cold surrounding you seeps through your skin, penetrating your bones. Glancing quickly at the clock, you notice the time. It was late, considering you had to be up at 7am to get ready for the following day. You were exhausted. Why your sister wanted to play this game of charades, you didn't know. It was fun at first, of course. Most games were, but after spending almost half the day playing, you were sick of it.
Glancing around at the others, you note their various reactions to the game. Husk was drinking, the frown that always seemed to be etched onto his face was present, even now. Angel was shouting obscene guesses on what Charlie was pretending to be. Vaggie was glaring at him, aggression rolling off her in waves with every single guess Angel made. Niffty was distracted stabbing all the bugs she saw. Charlie was standing in front of everyone, making big exaggerated gestures that nobody understood.
Your eyes fall onto the final person in the room; Alastor. He is seated on the same couch as you, smiling as he watches everyone sitting around playing. He had taken the second cushion on the loveseat long after the game had started. If you had to guess, he was probably broadcasting before he came down.
Alastor had always piqued your interest. He was very well put together and proper. He was, seemingly, respectful and reserved. Etiquette seemed to be built into his very being, and yet there was something about him you noticed when you first met him. He was off in a way you couldn't quite describe back then. Being Lucifer's daughter, you had met plenty of demons, but none like Alastor.
Despite the off vibe he gave you at the beginning, the two of you got along for the most part. Initially, you had hesitated, but after several conversations, you slowly let your guard slip down around him. You went from occasional conversations to seeking him out, sometimes even spending hours in his radio tower with him, just relaxing when you needed a break. Those hours, unlike today, never felt like wasted time.
Through your consistent interactions with Alastor, you had both learned many things about each other. One of the things he had learned about you happened to be that you had a nasty habit of skipping meals, which caused you to faint. It was never intentional on your part. You would get so absorbed in your work that you just forgot to eat. After learning this, Alastor started taking matters into his own hands.
It was not uncommon for one of Alastor's shadows to follow you around and bring you small things to eat and drink whenever he felt you needed it. It was a small gesture that you appreciated. It meant you didn't have to stop working and lose motivation, which made you happy, and it kept him satisfied that you were taken care of. He was no longer on your ass about eating and drinking since this little arrangement had been put in place.
Today, you have been in the hotel all day. There was no reason for them to follow you around today, or so you had thought initially. Sitting here now, however, with your vision slowly starting to blur, you realized you haven't eaten today. Now that you think about it, you're not even sure you even moved from the couch at all today.
You sit still, trying not to give away anything happening at the moment, only to fail. You blink once, then twice, your vision slowly fills with black spots. Your center of gravity shifts as your consciousness leaves your body, and the last thing you remember is the feeling of falling.
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Alastor had not expected the sudden weight on his shoulder. Glancing over at you to see what was wrong, he found your unconscious body. He sighed silently, realizing what had happened and adjusted so you were both in a more comfortable position. He would talk to you about this when you came back. The smile never left his lips as he looked back up towards the group still absorbed in their game.
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When you finally come back, the first thing your brain registers is that you are no longer cold. The second thing is that you are very comfortable. Slowly, you open your eyes, just seeing blurry red. You bury your face even closer to whatever it was, considering going back to sleep. You inhale slowly through your nose, recognizing the scent of woods and rain with hints of iron. This smelled like Alastor. You open your eyes again, confused, everything still blurry. Why did the couch smell like Alastor?
You feel someone's fingers run slowly through your hair. Clearing your vision, you glance up slowly, realizing where you are. The red you were seeing was not the back of the couch, it was Alastor's stomach. You were laying with your head on his thighs and your face buried in his stomach. This was an embarrassing position to be in. You consider just going back to sleep. You are comfortable and warm, but you decide against it.
Slowly, you sit up, rubbing your eyes. You can feel Alastor's hand on your shoulder, steadying you. You look up at him when your vision clears, smiling softly. You notice your sister and everyone else still absorbed completely in what they are doing. Sitting up onto the couch correctly, you lean fully into Alastor's side, resting your head on his shoulder.
“30 minutes.”
You look at him confused for a moment before realizing what he meant. You had been sleeping like that for 30 minutes.
Blushing, you nod. “Sorry. I didn't mean to…”
Before you can even finish your statement, he is pulling you up silently and leading you to the kitchen.
“You didn't eat today. That is not happening again.”
You pout at being scolded, but blush slightly at the commanding tone. He was one of the few people you would allow to take charge and make demands of you.
“Yes, Sir.” You give a salute. “Won't happen again.” You smile, resting your hand on your hips as you lean against the counter, watching him cook for you. You try to push out your brain fog as you watch him. “Thank you. For, you know, always taking care of me.”
He nods in response, focusing on what he is doing and you smirk.
“You look so good when you cook,” you say.
He nods again. You assume he is not paying attention and smirk even wider.
“That was the best sleep I've had in a long time. You smell amazing.” You giggle softly as he nods again.
“Can I play with your ears? They look so soft.”
When he nods again, you snicker even more, deciding to push a bit further to see if you could get him to pay attention.
“You should let me sleep with you. I bet your room is comfortable, and that's the best sleep I've ever had.” You pause for a moment and continue when you get no response. “Plus I'm in love with you, and I think it's really hot when you make demands and tell me what to do.”
Not getting a response, you giggle again and decide to just watch him cook. After he finishes, he sets a plate in front of you, cleaning up the stuff he used while you eat. When you finish, he takes your plate and fork, cleaning them off as well. You try to stand, only to wobble and almost fall.
He catches you, pulling you up into his arms bridal style, and makes his way towards the rooms. He bypasses the hall that has guest rooms and continues up to the staff section. He passes by the wing that holds Charlie and Vaggie’s rooms, as well as the one holding Husk and Niffty's rooms. He makes his way up another staircase at the end of a hall, and then passes by your room.
“My room is back theren”you laugh softly, pointing back towards your room.
“I know.” He smirks down at you, causing you to blush.
You open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off by speaking first.
“I look so good when I cook. I smell amazing. You had the best sleep of your life with your face buried in my stomach, and I should let you sleep with me in my room because it's probably comfortable.”
Your face goes completely red as you try to come up with a response. He opens the door to his room and locks it behind him.
“I had your schedule for tomorrow cleared.” He tosses you onto his bed, smirking as he pulls out sweatpants and a tank top that belong to you and tosses them on the bed beside you. He backs up sitting on a chair across the room as he smirks. “You love me. You love when I make demands, when I tell you what to do. Strip.”
You jump up, immediately pulling up your shirt quickly when he snaps. Your gaze immediately shoots to him, your full attention given to the man sitting before you.
“Slowly.”
Blushing, you slowly finish pulling off your shirt. You unbutton and slide off your pants, tossing them to the side. You pause for a moment, standing in your sparkly yellow lace bra and matching yellow lace underwear with a thick sparkly waistband that sits around your belly button.
“Take the bra off, then stop.”
You reach behind yourself, unhook it, and slowly take it off, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of the clothes. You look up at him, waiting for instructions. He stands, approaching you slowly.
“Stay. I'll be right back.” He retreats to the bathroom in his room. When he re-emerges, he is dressed in loose red and black pinstriped pajama pants tied loosely around his waist and no shirt. He sits back in his chair, looking at you for several minutes before humming softly.
“Put on the pants first, then the top.”
You blink for a moment before grabbing the sweatpants from his bed and slowly pulling them on, then doing the same with the tank top.
Alastor stands again, approaching you and smiles, offering out his hand to you. Silently, you take it, and he smiles even wider. Yanking you down onto the bed quickly, he pulls you close to him, settling down for the night. After several minutes, you speak up.
“What about touching your ears?”
The lights in his room go out and you hear a deep chuckle as he pulls you closer, both of you getting comfortable under the blankets he pulls up. You shiver, feeling him nip your ear softly before whispering to you.
“Your schedule for tomorrow was cleared for a reason, my little doe. You will get to touch my ears all you want, but I won't be able to control myself. My ears and tail are very… sensitive. Don't worry, you will get to hear me tell you what to do all day tomorrow, afterwards. For now, sleep.”
He hums a soft tune, running his fingers through your hair and you can't help but drift off to sleep, feeling warm and comfortable. Slowly, your eyes fall shut, dreams of tomorrow filling your head as Alastor continues to hum, thinking about how great tomorrow will be when he finally gets what he has wanted since meeting you. The last thing you hear as your consciousness finally gives into your dreams sends shivers of anticipation down your spine.
“I'll make sure you eat well tomorrow.”