* Warning: Nudity, but not sexual.

I referenced Casanova and Dirty Dancing, I don't own either of these movies and I also haven't seen them honestly.

Privacy

Irony was an interesting thing. Before the start of their relationship, they had all the time in the world with how empty the Hotel practically was. Now, Charlie was running ragged with hotel owner tasks.

Little by little, day by day, the Hotel was gaining more and more residents. There currently weren't that many, just under twenty, including Charlie, Alastor, and the other employees. But it was a start. More than a start. More than Charlie could've ever asked for.

Alastor had to agree. Even though he thought this idea of hers would never work, which he was blunt to her about in the beginning, he had to admit that things had taken a positive and…interesting turn.

Interesting, because of his role in the Hotel. His original purpose for joining the Hotel was to help keep it safe and to help make it a suitable, livable place for redemption seekers. He had ordered his shadows to guard the Hotel and he always helped with renovations, so what else was there for him to do?

Originally, to him, the title of 'co-owner' was only a title. It didn't really mean a whole lot to him considering he more or less let himself inside the Hotel and gave himself said title. He also didn't want to admit that Charlie was his equal at the time.

Now, he would gladly admit to that. However, he now had something else to admit to. And that was being Charlie's metaphorical other half. Romantically speaking, this thought was absolutely fine by him. Job-wise, though, it came as a bit of a surprise to him.

Everyone in Hell feared the infamous Radio Demon and made it a habit to avoid him. When word travelled that he had joined the Hotel, it sparked morbid curiosity. They couldn't understand why he was there. It became one of the main reasons why sinners wanted to investigate the Hotel, because those select sinners couldn't believe that someone as cruel and immoral as him would willingly be there.

Only to find out he very willingly joined…and had even fallen in love with the former Princess of Hell. One can imagine that the latter came as even more of a shock.

Though the new sinners joined the Hotel due to their curiosity, they also tried their best to avoid the Radio Demon at the same time. It was a ridiculous hypocrisy that made Alastor laugh amusedly.

His laughter eventually faded after a few weeks when everyone became used to his presence. It got to a point where no one had any trouble approaching him, too. Their fear of him, a fear that he'd been so used to ever since he'd arrived in Hell, had slowly gone away.

Eventually, no one in the Hotel was afraid of him anymore.

As a result, his role there had changed slightly. It used to be when one of the sinners needed help, they would go straight to Charlie. If they couldn't find her, but Alastor was around, they would make themselves scarce and find Charlie later. Now, it seemed to be very even. They would still ask for Charlie first, but once they all finally wrapped their heads around Alastor being co-owner and that he genuinely seemed to want to help the Hotel, they had no problem asking for him as well.

He...didn't know how felt about that. Not at all. He supposed he felt indifferent to this new type of attention. It should be noted that he also felt more and more thoroughly annoyed with every passing day. Annoyed that he and Charlie barely had any time to spend together these days. Obviously, Charlie couldn't be in two places at once. So wherever Charlie wasn't, Alastor was there.

Charlie had heaps of work on her plate each day now. Between taking note of other things that needed renovating, making lists of needed supplies, errands that needed to be run, bills to pay, and keeping documents updated, hands down she was far busier than Alastor. Whereas Alastor had plenty of days where he'd get done with his work hours before she did. Despite how chaotic things currently seemed, Charlie was unexpectedly a stickler for much-needed schedules.

She and Alastor eventually figured out the best times to take breaks throughout the day. One of their breaks was at one in the afternoon, a lunch break that they'd take in the privacy of Alastor's Study. They'd use this break to talk about anything and nothing in particular. Or sometimes they didn't say anything at all, sometimes they'd just eat lunch and hold each other in silence, both too tired, and also simply basking in each other's company.

Unfortunately, his and Charlie's usual meeting times were becoming erratic, and it got to a point where the only time they could have their meetings was at one in the afternoon, in his study, when they were supposed to be taking a break. It's not that he minded their meetings, but his study was not meant to be a place of work, but a place of leisure. On one particular day, Charlie didn't even show up to their break – er, meeting?

He waited in his study for nearly an hour. A long, slow, agonizing hour. He shook his head, pushed himself away from the old Chippendale sofa, and left his study to find her.

He knew that Charlie was being kept busy somewhere, and he wasn't interested in stopping her. He at least wanted to check in with her, though. He still had some time left before he needed to attend to his next task, and the least he could for his dearest lover was ask if she needed help with whatever was currently keeping her from him. He knew that Charlie was revisiting a requirement that needed addressed, and that was schedules.

Her and Alastor had finally come up with a more solid schedule for mealtimes – they had come up with it earlier this morning, right when they woke up, with very little time to say a simple 'good morning' to each other as they got ready for today's work – And they also had to come up with specific times to run errands so either of them could maintain a consistent presence in the Hotel.

Throughout the rest of today, Charlie was going around to each of their employees to once again discuss specific times for them to do their jobs. This was not only to provide a sense of structure, but also to keep things organized.

Alastor found Charlie in the living room having a conversation with Angel Dust, who was carelessly leaning two of his many arms on the movie projector. Just as he was making some form of lewd joke about the movie they were watching tonight – he couldn't yet decide between Casanova or Dirty Dancing – Alastor smoothly stepped up beside Charlie and wound his arm around her waist.

"Good afternoon to you both," he exclaimed cheerfully. His smile softened when he looked at Charlie. "But to you especially." He pecked her on the cheek, causing her to giggle.

Angel rolled his eyes, but smirked jokingly. "Ugh, I'm getting outa here before I suffocate from all the corniness." As he began walking away, he added, "I'll leave you both to your canoodling."

When Angel left the living room, Alastor commented, "His mood seems to have improved lately."

"Yeah," Charlie nodded. "He's really enjoying being in charge of movie nights and game nights." She paused. "He still misses Vaggie, but he's been hanging out with Cherri a lot. They're trying to plan a girl's night out, and they want Vaggie to come along."

Alastor barked out a laugh. "I can't imagine Vaggie would want to waste her time with a ruffian like Cherri Bomb. Why, I'm just as surprised at how much she treats Angel Dust like a delinquent sibling."

"Believe me, that surprised me as well," Charlie chuckled. "…Not the delinquent part, but uh, the sibling part." Another pause. "Angel's trying to convince Cherri to join the Hotel. Apparently, she's gotten herself into a lot of tough spots recently, and it's been less and less safe for her."

Alastor nodded. "Not surprised, given her radical tendencies. Though, I can't see her wanting to join."

"That's what Angel said. She thinks this hotel is hilarious."

She ended the sentence with a slight sigh in her voice, making him quirk a brow at her. "Charlie?"

She shrugged. "Things have been going so well lately. We have more residents than I could've hope for, and…those residents really enjoy it here. Everyone does. When Angel brought up Cherri, I had to remind myself that…not everyone has the same opinion, or that many sinners still have a hard time wrapping their head around this kind of place."

She turned to full face him, a bright smile slowly lighting up her face. "But I'm hopeful. I'm hopeful this'll work. I'm determined to make it work."

"As you should be!"

Charlie briefly chewed on her bottom lip as she looked in his eyes. "Do you still think my idea won't work?"

"Oh, Charlie," he laughed. "Of course I don't! But that's not news to you," he calmly added upon seeing a flash of dejection come across her face. He was glad he gave her that reminder, because the sour look was now being replaced with a neutral one. It wasn't a smile, but it would have to do.

"Do I now believe that these damned souls can be redeemed simply because we have more of them in the Hotel now? Goodness, no! After all, they're all in Hell for a reason, my dear." Charlie's eyes had been moving away from his to try and process his words. So, he took hold of her face and tilted it to encourage eye contact. When she finally looked at him again, he said, "But I'd be a liar if I denied the progress being made. And I'd also be a liar if I said I was surprised by everyone's enthusiasm to be here. That's all you. It doesn't take much for you to charm anyone, my dearest."

Charlie blushed and tried to modestly turn her head away, but his hands didn't budge. "I-It's not all me," she said. "Everyone, especially those that have been here since the beginning, have all been extremely helpful. I can't thank them enough…I can't thank you enough. You've really helped get this place off the ground."

"I repeat," he grinned at her. "That's all you." For some reason, stating once again what was obvious made her blush even harder, and he laughed we she opted for just pressing her face into his chest to hide it. "I mean it, darling. The only thing I've done is help you with your ideas, ideas of which that you came up with." He wrapped his arms around her. "I was all too happy to help."

A nice silence fell upon them. Charlie relaxed in his arms, with her face still pressed against his chest. Now that he had her in his arms again, he couldn't stop his grip from tightening around her. He rested his chin on her head, but then grimaced. For some reason, he wanted to be closer despite the fact that there currently wasn't any distance left between them. Unsure of how to accomplish being impossibly closer, he nuzzled his face against her hair and placed a few small kisses here and there.

"Al," Charlie asked as she tried to look at him. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, I-" he said quickly, pulling back just enough so they could look at each other's faces. "Forgive me, it's just…I haven't seen much of you lately."

"Yeah," she exhaled. "I know what you mean." She draped her arms snugly around his neck. It was a constrictive feeling that he would've detested at some point early on, but nowadays he thoroughly enjoyed this gesture from her. He welcomed the silent subtlety of his lover wanting him to be just as close.

He pressed a final kiss to her hair. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you, too," she exhaled again.

He tilted his head concernedly when a frown appeared on her face.

"I'm sorry, by the way," she said. "I know I've been busy with everything. And, yeah, you also have been, but not as much as me. And I know I missed our break time today-"

He placed a finger on her lips to stop her rant. "You needn't apologize for anything. And despite how much I want you all to myself all the time, you needn't worry about me, either."

He tucked some hair behind her ear that had gotten mussed from when she had pressed herself against his chest. "You should absolutely see yourself, my dearest. You've been all but glowing with liveliness these past several weeks, and I can't even begin to fathom interrupting it. Not for a second."

Charlie was about to speak, but he kept going. "But what I would like from you is to make sure you're taking time for yourself in some way." He cupped her face once more and stroked his thumbs beneath her eyes, on top of the dark circles that had formed there. "I know this is your passion, but you're already exhausting yourself. I wish you would take more time to rest. Especially our break time."

Charlie's shoulders sagged a little. "You…You're right," she said, and Alastor moved his hands back to her waist so she could rub tiredly at her eyes. "I really have been running myself into the ground lately. I'm just so eager to move things along now."

"Nothing will be moving along, though, if you collapse from exhaustion, hmmm?"

She let out a single chuckle. "Guess not, no. Hmm," she murmured, becoming thoughtful. "Well…The only thing I really have left to do today is talk to Husk about his therapy session schedule, and maybe try to convince Niffty to have a schedule of her own. And then I should be done."

"Niffty already has a schedule," he said. "She gets up at around three in the morning, and then turns in somewhere around midnight."

Charlie's eyes nearly bugged out of her skull. "Okay, uh…I knew she got up early and went to bed late, but…Jesus, that's excessive. Okay, I really have to talk to her."

He laughed. "Good luck with that, my dearest. Getting Niffty to stop doing something is like trying to stop a charging bear. Nearly impossible while invoking her wrath. I'm the one who commands her and even I'm not foolish enough to try and stop her." He laughed again. "But anyway, you were saying…"

"I just have those few things to do, and then…nothing else," Charlie said. "I'll actually be done a lot earlier than normal."

Alastor nodded. "I take it you'll be attending movie night again?"

She shook her head. "Nah. You don't like movie nights, and…I was wondering if you and I could just hang out tonight."

His smile widened in anticipation. "That sounds lovely! Did you have anything particular in mind?"

"Not really. I thought we could just meet in my room later and relax?"

"I like the sound of that," he murmured, tightening his arms around her once more. "I'll finally have you all to myself for a while."

She smirked at him. "You have me all to yourself every time we got to bed."

"Yes, but that's when we're sleeping. And while I do enjoy holding you for all hours of the night, it's even better when we're both conscious, wouldn't you say?"

"Definitely." Her smirk had yet to leave her face. "Well, okay! It's a date, then!"

He tilted his head. "I've never been on a 'date' before. I'm looking forward to it!" He took a dramatic step away from her and bowed his head to kiss the back of her hand. When he looked up at her giggling face, he gave her his best debonair smile. "I shall see you tonight, then, my dearest."

Charlie closed the distance again by going on her tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek. "See you tonight, Al."

After Charlie and Husk agreed upon a schedule as well as an appropriate room for the therapy sessions, she then moved on to find Niffty.

It took a lot of negotiating, and a lot of tantrums on Niffty's end, but the two of them finally decided which times Niffty would work that were definitely not as excessive as before. So, instead of Niffty getting up at three in the morning, she now got up at four. Instead of being done with her work at midnight, she was now done for the day at eleven-thirty at night. Oh, and she was also required to give herself some time off. So Niffty decided that one day off each year would suffice for now.

…It was an improvement. Not perfection.

Charlie wanted to reason with her further, but after a few minutes she accepted that was all they were going to agree to today. Better than nothing, she supposed.

Just as planned for that evening, Charlie and Alastor met in her bedroom. After getting cleaned up and into some pajamas, they both lied down on her bed.

While Alastor read one of his books, Charlie leaned against his shoulder while scrolling through her phone. She didn't want to play any music or turn on her little TV and disturb Alastor, but she couldn't deny she was slightly bored. She wasn't used to laying around and doing nothing, and she was always so surprised when Alastor wanted to do so given how energetic he was.

At some point, her phone also became boring. She debated taking out her laptop, until a yawn surfaced. Now more tired instead of bored, she slid herself down. She stopped to rest her head in Alastor's lap. For a split second, he startled at that, but he quickly relaxed, only looking away from his book when he got to a particular part. He put the bookmark between the pages, closed it, set it aside, and looked down at her.

"Everything alright, dearest," he asked, beginning to trace his fingers over cheeks. He silently berated himself for being so clingy today, to a point where he wanted to touch her every chance he got, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. He enjoyed her company far too much to do so.

Charlie nodded slightly. "A little tired, but that's to be expected with all the running around I've done," she murmured, and yawned again.

"Would you like us to turn in early," he suggested.

"No, it's fine," she smiled. "I'm…kind of enjoying this right now. It's peaceful. It's hard for me to settle down, as you've probably noticed."

He gave a hum and nodded. He watched as his fingers were now travelling through her hair, feeling the soft blonde strands weaving over his skin. Not that he wanted to stop, but when exactly had his fingers ended up there? "Is there anything in particular you'd like to do with your free time tonight," he asked.

His heart gave a wonderful stutter when she looked up at him with a warm, soft smile. "Can I kiss you?"

Before she had even gotten the last word out, he eagerly obliged as he bent down to capture her lips. It was chaste and lasted a few wonderful seconds before he pulled back, but not too far, because he leaned in again. This time for one that lasted a little longer. And then another. And another, and another.

Eventually, Charlie was humming blissfully against these kisses, until she was propping herself up on her elbows so he wouldn't have to bend down as far. After a few decisive moments, Charlie boldly sat up completely, leaning into his body and into every kiss he indulged her with.

He exhaled, his mind also blissfully reeling as he pulled her flush against him. Experimentally, not knowing whether he'd done it before with her, he parted his lips against hers. With no resistance whatsoever, Charlie did so as well, and her fingers gripped the front of his nightshirt.

The room and his head were both spinning in the most invigorating and hypnotic way. He'd never kissed her like this before, as if he was downright starving for her touches, for her overall presence. Come to think of it, when was the last they'd kissed each other in general? When had he become so comfortable with this much physical contact? When Charlie had to release his mouth to take a breath, he began peppering kisses to her neck. His conclusion was that he simply couldn't get enough of her in general, and to enjoy the thrill of a new kind of kiss.

As it turns out, she couldn't get enough of him, either. When she pulled back to breathe, her hands drifted down his torso until she was met with the drawstring of his pajama bottoms. She smiled a little, happy that he was comfortable wearing something other than his usual dress suit these days. She gave the string a gentle tug until the knot came undone.

Alastor suddenly grunted, sounding rather uncomfortable as his arms solidified around her waist.

"S-sorry," Charlie quickly stuttered. "Too fast?" At some point, she had unwittingly straddled herself over his lap. She made to move away, but Alastor's arms didn't budge. She stared at him questioningly. He had an odd look on his face, with his smile contorted in a conflicting matter that conveyed both contentedness as well as obvious tension.

"It's…not that," he started carefully. "I understand where you're trying to take things, and I most certainly trust you. However, you'll find I'm a bit…" He paused to glance at their torsos that were pressed against each other. "lacking, in this regard."

"What do you mean?"

"I have no sex drive." He smiled apologetically at her. "And even if I did, I probably still wouldn't partake. It's incredibly unhygienic, in my opinion." He paused to look at their torsos again. "However…If…there's anything I could do for you…at the very least…" As he spoke, he placed his hesitant and slightly shaking fingers against the waistband over pajamas.

She shivered as he briefly touched her skin, but she was quick to take his hand and lock their fingers together. She brought his fist up to place a reassuring kiss there.

"That's not necessary," she said with a firm smile. "I never want you to do something that you feel like you wouldn't do." She kissed his knuckles again, and she exhaled a little, almost relieved. "This..actually works out really well."

He raised a brow at her. "How so?"

"Well," she began. "You obviously know my mom was a succubus and that my dad was an angel." She donned a thoughtfully expression. "Hmm. How to word this…So, I definitely have a sex drive, but…it takes a lot to get me going given that angels aren't naturally sexual. The problem? Once I do get aroused, it's hard for me to be satisfied. That's probably the succubus part of it. With all of that combined, sex sometimes exhausts me before it even begins." She paused. "I…was only initiating it because I thought that's what you might've wanted.

Feeling that his arms had yet to release her, she settled in his lap, placing her head on his shoulder. "But this works out better," she said. "I like this."

He exhaled, and finally relaxed enough to begin stroking his hands up and down her back. "That…That's a relief," he murmured, and they once again settled into a lovely silence.

And it truly was. Sex never interested him and the amount of relief he felt inside was nothing short of wonderful. And yet, he wanted more. He didn't even know what 'more' was, though. Because he'd wanted more of her kisses, and he most certainly got them. So what else was there?

As he contemplated, and as he pressed her body even more against his own, he realized he still wanted her ever closer. How on earth was he supposed to accomplish that when she was literally in his lap? When his hands once again skimmed downwards to the waistline of her pajamas, and when he felt her shiver against him again, he arrived at his answer.

He wasn't lying at all when he said he trusted her. She was the only being in Hell that he trusted so completely. He was nervous, but a good kind of nervous, if that made any sense. It certainly didn't make sense to even him, but he couldn't fight it if he wanted to. The problem was…going about it. In the beginnings of their relationship, he gladly left everything up to Charlie given his inexperience with anything romantic. Little by little, he eventually began initiating things himself. He supposed this would be another one of those times, and he was surprised at how…interested he was.

"May I ask to see you naked," he bluntly requested.

For a second, Charlie didn't respond. Then, she lifted her head from his shoulder and whipped her gaze to him in shock, not knowing if she'd heard him right. "What?"

"That is," he added, now feeling a little anxious at her reaction. "Only if you want to."

A wide smile slowly spread across her face. "Y-Yeah. I mean, definitely. But…You said you didn't want sex."

He shook his head stiffly. "This isn't about sex. I…simply want more of you. I don't know if this is the way to go about it, but I'm definitely curious."

Charlie nodded once. "Are you sure?"

"No, but at the same time, yes."

She couldn't help but chuckle endearingly at how awkward he sounded. She placed a kiss to his lips before once again trying to get off his lap. She giggled. "You have to let me up in order for me to do this, Al."

He hummed disapprovingly, but he finally released her. "Do hurry back, though," he grinned playfully as he watched her sitting a foot away from him on the bed.

Happy that the tense atmosphere was slowly dissipating, Charlie grinned back at him. "I will," she said. "And you'll tell me if you're uncomfortable with anything, okay?"

It wasn't a question so much as it was a firm statement, one that eased and warmed Alastor's nervously stuttering heart. He only nodded in response, his words getting caught in his throat as she took her time.

He was so focused on the movements of her hands and how her eyes never left his. Slowly, methodically, patiently, she removed every piece of her clothing one at a time. She tossed her pajamas to the floor, and before he knew it, she was sitting in front of him in her most natural state.

With his eyes, he appreciated her body from a distance. From her slightly tousled hair, to the shape of her breasts, down her slim torso and pelvis, and down her long legs. She was absolutely – And then he immediately put his attention back on her face when he noticed her chewing on her lip, with a hint of self-consciousness in her eyes. A nervousness that he was compelled to immediately soothe.

Shifting to get closer, he wrapped his arms around her smooth body and pressed her to him. After a lingering kiss to her bare shoulder, he spoke directly into her ear. "With our without clothes, you will always be the most beautiful creature I've ever seen."

She was still biting her lip. This time, though, it was out of embarrassment as a blush spread all over her face. "I…Thanks. Y-you, too! Well, uh, I actually haven't seen you naked, of course, but, uh. Well, you get what I mean."

He untangled his arms from her. "Then I shall remedy that," he stated as he began unbuttoning his nightshirt.

Charlie quickly placed his hand over his to stop him. "You…only said you wanted me to be naked. You definitely don't have to if you don't want to."

Alastor shook his head calmly at her as he gently took her hand away to resume. "I'm not interested in this being one-sided. So long as you're okay with this."

"Oh, yeah," she said, her eyes lighting up. "I definitely am!" She suddenly slapped a hand to her face. "And I also need to sound less enthusiastic so you don't feel rushed. Wow, Charlie."

Alastor chuckled at her as he got to the last of the buttons. "It's fine, my dear. I don't mind your enthusiasm at all, though I appreciate the sentiment."

As he completely removed his shirt, he started undoing his pants, trying to ignore the prickly feeling of someone watching him doing something so private. He was quick to assure himself that he didn't have to feel anxious, that this was Charlie he was undressing for. A different kind of privacy, in a way. When he tossed away the last of his nightwear to join Charlie's on the floor, he finally looked at her. He didn't know what he was expecting, certainly not a frown.

Her eyes swept over his body critically. "Where did all of those scars come from?"

His heart hammered so rapidly and wonderfully it might as well just leap out of his chest. He should've known better, because he now realized the look in her eyes wasn't judgement or even disgust. Her eyes only showed concern. Concern for the nasty-looking old scars that no longer bothered him.

Concern for him.

For a few seconds, his words caught in his throat as he fought back tears of pure love and admiration for the woman in front of him. And the woman in front of him…

He squinted.

Charlie had scars of her own. They were small, thin, far and few in between, and old as well, but they were definitely there. There were only a few of them and one could easily miss them, but he noticed them with their now-close proximity.

He came to the conclusion that he had to forcefully clear his throat in order to actually speak. "They," he replied hoarsely to her question. "They were from my victims. The ones that tried to fight back. And from dogs as well."

"Dogs?"

He shook his head. "A story for another day." With the utmost care, he traced the pad of his finger over a scar on her ribs. "And what about yours?"

She shrugged a little. "Centuries worth of harassment."

That immediately got his attention as he felt his smile involuntarily harden. "I see," he said, his voice low. "I don't suppose any of these harassers are still breathing the same air as you, hmm?"

Charlie chuckled a little and placed a kiss against his tense mouth. "It's nothing to worry about. It's one of the big reasons why I learned self defense all those years ago." She looked down at her body. "I sometimes forget I even have them." Then, she looked at Alastor's body.

She delicately touched one of his many scars, and he flinched sharply in response. When she began to take her hand away, Alastor stuttered that she could touch, and that it would just take him a minute. She nodded at him. As she stroked over his bare skin and as the seconds ticked by, he finally let out a breath, and he even began leaning into her touches.

Eventually, they moved from sitting up to lying down, with the covers over top of their naked bodies. They took turns caressing each other, stroking over each other's skin, mapping out each other's bodies in ways that no other person could. Their smiles, Alastor's especially, were relaxed. Their eyes were tiredly half-lidded as they lazily took each other in, going at their own pace.

Their moment of peace, solitude, and overall privacy was abruptly interrupted by a knock on Charlie's door.

Charlie had never seen such a bewildered and downright offended smile on Alastor's face as he glared daggers at the door. She gave his hand a hopefully-comforting pat as she got up to retrieve her pajamas. She shivered when the cold air hit her after being under the covers for so long.

"I'll be back in a second," she told Alastor.

He was definitely still a little tense at this interruption, but he gave her a grin nonetheless. "Do hurry back, though."

She laughed. "I will."

When she was dressed, she went to the door and opened it to find Husk standing in the hallway. "What's up," she asked.

"Got some mail for you," he grunted as he handed it all to her.

Charlie sighed heavily when she saw how many bills that still needed paid. Then, she got to the last letter and cringed. "Oh, boy."

"Yeah," Husk grumbled apologetically.

The letter was addressed specifically to Charlotte of the Hazbin Hotel.

The sender's name was at the top left corner.

666 News Station - Katie Killjoy

* It should be noted that I have no problem with Alastor being in a sexual relationship. I've read plenty of fics that have Alastor in sex scenes and I've thoroughly enjoyed a lot of them. Though, with my fic and my own personal head-cannon, this is just how I'd picture it would go. Hope you guys are enjoying the story so far. Once again, thank you for your support.

It should also be note that the format I used in the last three sentences of this chapter looks better on AO3, in my opinion.