"Good morning."

Again, he was beaten to the punch. Alastor had woken up before him. But, he couldn't complain; he could definitely get used to waking up to those dazzling, deep eyes.

"Morning." Angel replied softly, yawning and placing his head on the deer's chest.

They laid together there, little words shared as they took in each other's feeling and warmth again. It was still freezing outside, evident by the winds gently whistling through the cracks of the window, and the pure white still hid everything outside. They were right up against one another, both on their sides, eyes on one another. There was no way one of them would get up unless the other did so first.

"You never told me what that thing you bought was." Angel mumbled into fur, enjoying the cologne mixed with Alastor's real scent.

"Hmm?" Alastor had dozed off slightly, his eyes slowly opening.

"Last night, before we went to sleep, you said you wanted to try something you purchased?"

"Oh... didn't you notice the blanket?" He lifted the blanket, and Angel looked at it.

"Not really... I was too focused on you."

Alastor chortled, giving a gentle nuzzle over Angel's head, causing the spider to giggle. This only encouraged the deer more, repetitively nuzzling and leaving kisses here and there, a flurry of little love notes peppered from above. Eventually, he stopped, leaning back; he wanted to see Angel's eyes again. Closed eyes fluttering open, he felt heat rise to his cheeks.

"You're so beautiful, Angel." Alastor half purred, sending chills up the spider's spine.

Angel couldn't help it, his heart reliving last night's perfect beating. Angel stroked Alastor's cheek and inched forward, slowly, seeing if this was appropriate. The other hesitated slightly, but moved forward as well. Both their eyes lowering, their lips were just about meet... before a knocking halted them. It was at their door. Being quiet for a few seconds, they both waited to see if whoever it was would leave.

Knock, knock, knock.

"I really want to ignore that..." Angel scowled.

"But we shouldn't." Alastor finished for him and rose up, then gave him a kiss on the forehead. "We have forever to spend anyways. Let's see what they want."

Giving the bed a slap in annoyance, but now smiling, Angel also got up, opening the door. He slumped onto the side of the frame, already wishing he hadn't indulged whoever was interrupting them; the cold seemed to bite even worse, already giving him some goosebumps. It was Charlie.

"Hey! I made us some breakfast, since... no one really cooks around here."

He couldn't get mad at that cheerful smile. He was in a pretty good mood anyways.

"Sounds good. We'll both be down in a bit." Turning around, he shivered visibly and went for his sweater and earmuffs, putting them on quickly. Sweet relief, as the heat pressed onto him.

"Uh... by the way, I know it's none of my business, but..." Charlie hadn't left, just standing in front of the door awkwardly as she pressed her pointer fingers together. "...are you and Alastor... maybe...?"

At this, Angel gave a toothy grin.


The TV stations were down that day, most likely due to the cold. For that, Charlie was oddly thankful, even preparing a special breakfast. No one opposed this of course; only Vaggie had the opportunity to taste the king of hell's daughter's cooking, and she praised it highly. No surprise, she was really good.

"Be sure to eat fast, because I don't think that's going to stay hot for long..." Charlie placed the dishes on the bar's counter; they didn't have a proper dinner table, so this would do. The other four eyed the feast and were clearly eager, considering they had been ordering nothing but junk and takeout. It wasn't the good kind of takeout either. Somehow, they had made do with it. Another non-surprise: Charlie would end up making lunch and dinner as well. She didn't mind in the slightest, just happy to see that everyone was happy with her cooking.

As the day went on though, it just got even colder. The winds somehow kept seeping in, and even with everyone being adequately suited for the weather now, it was just as bad as the first day without proper clothing. Angel had wanted to refrain from being overly touchy with Alastor, thinking it could be out of line to start hugging him out of the blue.

'...but good Lucifer, I need this now.' Angel thought to himself as the temptation finally got to him. He grabbed Alastor, placing his head under the his. He shivered almost violently even as he felt the contact, and Alastor wrapped his arms around him. At this point, it was pretty much necessary.

"This cold... has overstayed its welcome." Alastor placed his face over the top of Angel's head, nuzzling through the fluff, seemingly uncaring at the looks they were getting.

Angel looked at the other three in the room. "Oh yeah, PSA to those who don't know. This one is mine."

"You don't need to announce that for me to be strictly yours." Alastor kissed Angel's cheek, though the cold nullified the adorable blush he was hoping to see.

Vaggie had the same idea and held Charlie, sticking her tongue out. "Back at you, Angel. Bleeh."

Husk suddenly felt out of place, his arms wrapping around himself. "Uh... group hug, anyone?"

Despite being pretty early, they all decided to resort to going back to their rooms, their huge mounds of blankets being the last bastion. Alastor and Angel would huddle together around the artificial fireplace, and while it helped a little bit, it was far from ideal.

"This is pretty awful... but, it's brought us together." Angel shivered as he nuzzled into Alastor's neck, a pair of arms around him in return.

Alastor brushed his nose against the top of Angel's head, silently a little mischievous, his hands carefully traced the spider's hips and slid up the sides. Angel couldn't help but moan slightly as he felt the claws gently squeeze his ribcage, nearing his chest. Looking to Alastor with a mixture of delight and confusion, he saw lidded eyes with that grin, laced with something like...

'...lust?'

Angel knew the look well, and he was prepared to engage in the same behavior. But, Alastor blinked once, and that motivation and hold on Angel was gone in an instant.

"...sorry." Alastor offered as he noticeably scooched away an inch, clearly feeling guilty.

Angel shook his head, but didn't know exactly what to say. If he were honest, he was already feeling aroused just from that bit of touching. And oh Lucifer, that look in his eyes was so... entrancing. But, he didn't want to be too eager either. They had announced their love for each other just yesterday... would sex really be appropriate? His body didn't exactly resist though, his legs rubbing together. Pulling back Alastor into himself, he squeezed firmly.

"I... don't mind if you touch me." Angel began softly, the side of his face against Alastor's chest as he looked into the fire. His four arms were around the deer's waist and back. "...we're warmer that way."

"True... but I do not want to push my boundaries." The radio demon spoke smoothly as he ran a single claw up Angel's stomach, and between his breasts. Angel let out a sort of hiss at this, trying to stay quiet and not moan so loudly. Alastor was definitely doing this on purpose despite his previous words. He was getting much more handsy, grabbing at his sides as he breathed down the spider's neck.

"H-hey..." Angel moaned out as he felt teeth at his neck, gnawing without sinking in sharply. 'So much for boundaries.'

Alastor, of course, stopped again. He looked even more guilty as his shoulders froze up, and he moved away a few more paces. But, Angel got on his hands and knees to move towards him, the spider's eyes now sharing the same look Alastor had just moments ago. Dazed-like, he licked around his lips as he straddled the deer. As he pushed his body up against the other's, he felt his own hardness against Alastor's. The radio demon made no attempt to back away this time, clearly engaged.

His confidence died down slightly as he met those red eyes. "Is this... what you want?"

"This is what I want." Alastor looked thoughtfully, one arm around Angel's waist, and the other stroking the spider's cheek lovingly. "I love you."

Angel suddenly felt like tearing up as he heard those three words, feeling as if a knife had stabbed into his heart. "But... you know what I am. You know what I was..."

"I don't care. I don't care about any of it." Alastor smiled as he wiped away the tears with a single finger, shaking his head subtly. "I love you."

With that, he gently leaned forward, their lips meeting softly. What felt like a lustful encounter turned into something more meaningful. Their hands flowed around each other without desperation; they had all the time in the world. Their hearts beating as one, their feelings shown crystal clear, they held one another without a care. This hell frozen night seemed to be eternal...

...but perhaps that wouldn't be such a bad thing.

Sorry for taking so long. It's been busy.