Finally, I can put out this warning :)
WARNING: This chapter has explicit sexual details which include nudity, bondage, language and more. If bondage or rough sex is a trigger, please skip this chapter.
Alastor looked at the spread that he had created for him and Charlie's dinner tonight. His homemade Jambalaya, blue crab Gumbo, Louisiana Sunburst salad, and of course some lemon blueberry beignets since Charlie had quite the sweet tooth. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, feeling proud that he actually worked up a sweat for this meal. Everything had to be perfect. Nothing could be out of place.
He looked down and saw all the different color stains he had accumulated on his "Fear the Chef" apron. He was very satisfied that he didn't get a single drop on his clothing beneath it. He went over to the sink and washed his hands, afterward carefully removing the disgusting apron. He made the apron vanish in a flash and enjoyed having his full range of powers back. While he was alone, he unbuttoned his shirt and looked at his torso. He could see the scar from the angelic wound still but it was now nothing more than a light scar with a hell of a lot of memories. He let his claw trace along the edge of it, enjoying that there was no pain with the touch.
All because of Charlie.
The thought of her saving him made his chest feel heavy with emotion. He wanted nothing more than to give her anything and everything she could ever desire. He wasn't obsessed with her anymore, but his love for her still was strong as ever. Before his very eyes, Charlie had developed into this strong woman that didn't take shit from anyone, including himself. He would've loved her no matter what, but seeing her grow into this feisty creature made him want her all the more. She still had a heart of gold that no one could take away.
And if anyone attempted to he would rip out their own and crush it like a rip peach in his hand.
He shook his head to focus on the present. He wouldn't focus on violence or revenge tonight. His focus would solely be on Charlie and spending time with her. Their first date at the coffee shop didn't end as well as he had hoped, so he was going to let this dinner makeup for it. She deserved nothing less than sheer perfection and what better food than good ole' New Orleans recipes?
"Alastor! We're about to leave!"
He looked toward the doorway and saw Lucifer standing there. He walked in and let his eyes sweep over the meal that Alastor had prepared.
"Holy hell! This looks incredible! You'll have to save us some!"
"Not a chance, Your Highness. This meal is specifically for Charlie and her taste buds. Perhaps another time." Alastor had no intention of letting anyone else enjoy his cooking other than Charlie, but Lucifer didn't need to know that.
"Alright alright. Next time!"
"Next time." Alastor dried his hands on a towel. "So you said you all are about to take your leave then?"
"Yep! You and Charlie will have the entire hotel to yourselves! I'm taking Husk, Angel and Nifty to a club and I informed the other three residents that the hotel was undergoing some construction and they needed to leave for the night. They happily agreed if it meant they got to go back to their crack dens."
"Ah yes, nothing like temptation to get a sinner's feet running." Alastor mused. Lucifer shrugged nonchalantly.
"Eh there's no time limit on redemption. A tiny set back wouldn't hurt."
"Charlie might disagree." Alastor pointed out.
"Perhaps but I don't hear you or her complaining." Lucifer smirked at seeing a blush creep on Alastor's cheeks.
"Perhaps not." Alastor replied stiffly. They had a moment of silence before Lucifer looked at his watch.
"Welp! Time to hit the road! I'll uh...I'll send you a text whenever we're on our way back so we don't come back to anything...unsightly-"
"Goodbye Your Highness." Alastor interrupted, clearly not wanting to talk about this with Charlie's father. As Lucifer turned and headed towards the door, Alastor's voice stopped him once more.
"Thank you."
Lucifer turned his head toward the Radio Demon and gave him a smile. "Don't mention it."
"Alright you kids have fun!" Lucifer waved from the front door as Angel, Nifty and Husk joined him. Charlie and Alastor stood together in the parlor.
"We will! You guys have fun and be safe! Make smart choices!" Charlie called out.
"Remember what I taught you about your gag reflex, Charlie!" Angel loudly whispered, giving her a thumbs up. Alastor cocked his head to look at her, seeing her face red as a beet.
"Shut the fuck up and lets get outta here." Husk said as he pushed Angel out the door. Once the door closed, Alastor and Charlie let out a huge breath.
"I thought they would never leave." Alastor mumbled. Charlie giggled.
"Say what you want, but I'm glad that they're going out to have some fun! They deserve it." Alastor grabbed Charlie's hand and raised it to his mouth, planting a quick kiss.
"Just wait until you see the dinner I've prepared for us. If anything you'll feel sorry that they couldn't join us." Alastor said proudly. Charlie surprised him by grabbing his shirt, bringing him down to her level. She gave him a deep kiss that made Alastor's eyes roll back. Before he decided to let dinner get cold and whisk her away, she pulled back, a dribble of saliva at the corner of her mouth.
"Oh trust me, I'm glad I've got you all to myself." Charlie said in a low tone. Alastor felt his insides twist with excitement with how she was looking at him. She was staring at him like she could devour him whole.
And oh how he would let her.
"Fuck Alastor!" Charlie moaned as she shoved another spoonful of jambalaya into her mouth. Alastor was very grateful that there was a table blocking his nether regions because it felt like the zipper of his pants were about to break from the pressure that was building behind them. He swallowed a growl along with his gumbo, enjoying watching Charlie enjoy his food.
"I'm terribly glad that you're enjoying it so much, my dear! Took me practically all day to make it along with a quick trip to the fourth ring of Hell. Afterall, they do have the best seafood."
"How in the Hell were you able to go to the Envy ring? Only Hellborn can travel between rings?" Charlie inquired. She knew Alastor was powerful but if he were actually able to go to a different ring, that would be impressive.
"Oh just a little help from your father." Alastor mumbled, making it clear that he didn't want to hand out that piece of information.
" Youasked for help from dad?"Charlie's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. Perhaps she was still in a coma and this was another alternate reality?
"Don't pay it any mind, dear. I simply wanted this dinner to be perfect and it wouldn't have been without blue crab. Nothing more." Alastor stuffed his mouth with more food so he wouldn't put his other foot in his mouth. He still detested needing help from others to accomplish something but he felt like he had improved considering that he actually did ask. Months ago he would've sooner served her a can of chicken noodle soup than to ask anyone for help, much less Lucifer himself.
"Wow Alastor. I know that wasn't easy so...thank you." Charlie gleamed at Alastor, watching as his face got red from the compliment. She nearly couldn't believe that this was the same sinner that made fun of her for creating this hotel. He was still the same old Alastor, but he had a certain twinkle in his eyes that made him feel warmer. She knew that Alastor would never stop being the sarcastic, demented, violent Overlord he had always been but she actually didn't want to change that about him. Looking at him now, she knew for certain that she wouldn't change a thing about him.
"Oh don't get filled up on dinner! I have prepared for us a lovely dessert!" Alastor stood up and grabbed both of their empty plates before returning to the kitchen. Charlie's eyes lowered to his dress pants and noticed that either he reallyenjoyed dinner or he had a different idea in mind for dessert. She felt her mouth water with images that ran through her mind. She had never been a super sexual being but right now she felt almost animalistic. Her claws dug into the underside of the kitchen table, keeping herself seated. She couldn't very well jump up and scare him.
"I know that you enjoy lemons and blueberries so I came up with a delicious recipe of blueberry lemon beignets! I hope that I made it sweet enough for your taste, I know how much you enjoy sugar." Alastor placed the plate in front of Charlie and the sight of the delectable biscuits made any and all thoughts in Charlie's head melt away. The powdered sugar looked like fresh cocaine (she only knew because of Angel, honest!) and it smelled absolutely amazing. She could hardly wait for Alastor to make his own plate and take his seat before she dove in and tore into them.
"My my! I see that I will have to hang onto that recipe then!" Alastor chuckled as he watched her shovel one after another into her mouth. Her eyes rolled back from how delicious they tasted. This was the closest to Heaven that Hell could get and go figure Alastor would be the one to make them. The irony was almost as rich as the sugared coating.
"Alastor you have got to teach me how to cook like this! How come you've never cooked before?"
"Well I never saw an opportunity to do so. Cooking is something very precious to me that I don't do willy nilly." Alastor popped one in his mouth and immediately knew that they were way too sweet for his liking, but watching Charlie enjoy them so much, it made them slightly more tolerable.
"Precious? Really?" Charlie was genuinely curious. She never imagined that one of Alastor's passions would be cooking and baking.
"Why certainly! My mother taught me everything I know." Alastor stated proudly as he wiped his mouth of powdered sugar. Charlie swallowed loudly, remembering that she had yet to tell Alastor about his mother visiting her while she was unconscious.
Perhaps don't mention his mother before you two have alone time?
She would tell him tomorrow.
"Well she would be very proud, Alastor." Charlie said gently. Alastor got a little choked from the beignet, getting caught off guard by Charlie's sincere comment. She would never cease to shock him and he hoped that she never would.
"Thank you, darling."
Both plates empty, they held each other's eyes for a moment or two, just enjoying each other's company. It was rare that they had an opportunity like this so they were going to savor every moment.
"How about I do the dishes while you wait for me in the parlor?" Alastor asked as he picked up their dessert plates. Charlie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, building up the courage to reply.
"Actually I was thinking I would meet you in my room?" Charlie's voice was small and meek, not having enough bravery to ask louder. She knew what she was asking and it was Alastor's chance to decline her invite. Alastor stopped before he reached the sink, his knees threatening to knock. He looked over his shoulder towards Charlie and gave her one of his genuine smiles.
"Sounds splendid."
With that, Charlie returned his smile as she shot up and darted to her room. She could barely make out Alastor's chuckle from her obvious excitement but she wasn't going to contain it. She knew that Alastor had never had anyone be excited to be with him so she would swallow her pride and show him. She would show him just how much she enjoyed him and how much she cared about him.
Alastor probably washed the same dish at least ten times, falling in and out of his inner thoughts. He knew what was waiting for him upstairs and a part of him was so fuckingexcited and the other part was so fuckingterrified. Intimacy was never something that peaked his interest until he met Charlie. He could never quite understand why people like Angel were obsessed with sex until he got his first taste of her. The idea of it all still felt awkward to him but he wanted nothing more than to have that kind of intimacy with Charlie. She deserved nothing less than the best and he worried that he wouldn't be able to deliver on that. How many times would she have to take control of everything? Would she have to show him what to do and how to do it? How humiliating!
"Keep it together, Alastor. You've taken down multiple powerful Overlords, murdered your father in cold blood and countless other monsters. What is one passionate night with the princess of Hell?" He whispered to himself. As he said the words out loud though, his anxiety spiked to a new level.
What if she hates it so much she doesn't want to be with him again?
His heart started beating out of his chest as he tried to come up with some excuse as to why he wouldn't be able to perform tonight. Upset stomach? No, he didn't want to blame his perfect food. Rosie needed him and he had to go help her? No, if Charlie found out from Rosie that he lied she would be furious. With no good idea in sight, he sighed and accepted his fate. He would give it his all but he just knew that this was going to be an awkward experience for them both. He suddenly wished that the crew would come through the door and say that their night had to end early.
Here goes everything.
Alastor stepped into a black puff of smoke, going from the kitchen to Charlie's bedroom door. He could hear a low tune of music coming from the room and he felt his feet cement to the floor. He knew that Charlie had excellent hearing and knew that he was right outside so there was no running now. He took a deep breath and twisted the doorknob until he pushed it open.
What he saw made his heart stop and his jaw drop.
Multiple lit candles were scattered throughout her room. The dresser, the nightstand, even the windowsill. Lovely piano music was playing from a small radio that sat on her dresser and it made Alastor sigh, fond memories flooding back. The lights were out, everything having a haunting glow by candlelight. His eyes finally landed on Charlie and with one look, all of his worries and fear melted away.
She was a vision. A true vision.
Charlie was dressed in a beautiful white lace corset bra that hugged her just perfectly. Her breasts were pushed together ever so slightly, making them look soft and pristine. She matched it with white silk underwear that left little to the imagination. Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, the ends of them touching the bed slightly. She sat on her knees, looking at him from underneath her thick eyelashes. He could see the artery in her neck pumping a million miles a minute, which told him that she was just as nervous. Or excited. Or both. Probably both.
"Charlie." Was all Alastor could muster. He was speechless. She truly looked like an angel and he almost didn't want to touch her. She looked too divine for someone like him to touch and sully. How in the world did she see him as worthy of something so marvelous?
"Alastor." She replied back with a shaky voice. "Are you going to just stand there and gawk or are you going to come join me?"
Alastor opened and closed his mouth a few times, looking like a fish out of water. "I am many things Charlie but a dumb man, I am not." He made his legs work mechanically as he finally approached her bed and gently took a seat. She crawled toward him before sitting next to him. Alastor's breathing was nearly audible as he tried to relax. He should've showered, brushed his teeth, hell put on cologne! He did nothing to prepare for this and he equally wanted to stay and gaze at her but also disappear into thin air.
"What're you thinking about?" Charlie asked as she brushed his bangs out from his eyes. He turned his head to look at her and found himself completely absorbed into her. The candlelight giving her a sinful glow. He could see the flame reflecting in her beautiful eyes and she looked absolutely ethereal. He needed her. He needed her like a starving man needed food, his body screaming at him to touch her. He felt like he would burst into flames if he didn't do so but he was a gentleman first and foremost.
"I'm thinking that I really would like to kiss you. Would that be alright?" He asked. Charlie let her hand slide from his hair to the back of his neck, bringing him closer to her.
"As long as you promise that your kisses won't just land on my mouth." Charlie whispered. She reached forward and kissed him on the pulsing part of his carotid.
And with that he came undone.
Alastor pulled back just so he could capture Charlie's mouth with his own. He let his lips move against her own like he was trying to devour her. When he had to pull away to get some air, he replied.
"Easiest deal I've ever made." Alastor let out in a shallow and breathy voice. Charlie's smile stretched ear to ear as her mouth landed on his again. Her hands roamed up Alastor's arms and onto his shoulders, squeezing him slightly. Alastor placed his hands on her hips with nothing but the weight of a feather. He felt like if he applied any pressure to her, she would shatter into a million bits.
"Alastor I'm not fine china. You don't have to be careful with me." Charlie soothed, seeing the little bit of anxiety in his eyes. He gave a quick nod and went back to kissing her, letting his hands rest more firmly on her hips. Charlie decided that it wasn't enough. She wasn't touching him nearly as much as she would like so with one swift motion, she hopped up and took a careful seat on his lap. Her legs were on either side of his hips, her center core pressed firmly against his own that was pushing tight against his clothing. Alastor let out a deep moan that was nearly a growl that made Charlie leave quite the wet spot on his pants. Alastor apparently could feel it because he pulled away and looked down.
"Sorry. I'll buy you new pants!" Charlie bit her bottom lip, worrying that he would be more concerned with his attire. He looked up at her and cupped her face with his two hands.
"Never apologize for that. Never."
Alastor let his hands migrate lower to her hips once again, gripping them and moving her closer as he let his tongue poke at her bottom lip. She happily opened her mouth, inviting him inside. His tongue collided with hers in a dance of sorts and he couldn't stop the moan that came from the depth of his soul. She tasted like sugar and lemons and it was the first time that Alastor could say that he was enjoying his dessert. His breathing became ragged and uneven as he got more and more consumed by her. He felt Charlie's fingers working at his button up shirt, each button revealing more and more of his scarred torso. A small voice screamed at him to cover up but he refused. She knew what he looked like and it obviously didn't bother her.
She opened up his shirt and pulled away to look at him fully. She could see defined lean muscles on his torso, her fingers grazing them. Alastor jumped from the surprise contact to which Charlie giggled.
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" Charlie felt the wind almost get knocked out of her when Alastor flipped her over where he was now towering over her.
"If you're a cat then purr for me." Alastor said before his mouth went to her neck, making tiny nips at her skin.
He sincerely didn't know where thatcame from. Probably heard it from one of Angel's many stories but he didn't focus on it too long. He was damn near embarrassed he said such a vulgar thing until he felt Charlie's legs wrap around his midsection as a response. Suddenly he didn't give a fuckwhere he got it could feel her back arch, trying to get as close to him as possible. He chuckled against her neck.
"Someone's desperate, are we?" Alastor said darkly. Charlie felt her blood pumping throughout her entire body, her skin felt like it was on fire and her brain felt like it was melting. This was a kind of need that Charlie had never felt before. Her mind was short circuiting and she loved it.
"I'm not the only one." She said as she let her hand travel south, letting it land on the bulge in his pants. As soon as she made contact, all of the confidence left Alastor. His eyes went wide and his breathing stopped. His member pulsed in her hand through the fabric, desperate to be freed from it's prison. He jerked his hips into her palm without meaning to, making Charlie smirk.
"You were saying?" Charlie whispered in his ear before she let her tongue slide up his neck.
"Charlie." Alastor growled out her name. He felt his breath catch as he heard her pull down his zipper and pop open the button. "Charlie." He said again but more nervous.
"Shh it's ok. I've got you." Charlie whispered as she returned her mouth to his. He closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the feeling of her soft lips working against his own. Her tongue swept across his bottom lip making it slightly tickle. All the while, Charlie was working with releasing him from his pants. After working through his pants and his boxers, she finally made skin to skin contact and it made Alastor yelp in surprise. He jerked up, resulting in Charlie's hand being removed from his pants.
"Charlie a-are you sure? Like really reallysure?" Alastor was trying to give her one last chance to back out even though his throbbing member was begging for her touch again. He wouldn't put her in an uncomfortable situation again. She smiled at him with all of the love in her heart.
"I've never been more sure of anything. Trust me, Alastor."
"It's not you I don't trust. It's myself." Alastor confessed. He realized that at his core, he didn't fear intimacy. He feared that he would become too overwhelmed and not be able to stop if Charlie desired to do so at some point. He knew that the love potion caused his urgency last time and the elixir was keeping it at bay, but the fear still threatened to choke him. He went from never paying sex any mind to being blind with need for it. She placed a hand on his cheek, guiding him back down where his chest was flush against her own.
"I trust you, Alastor." Charlie took a breath through her nose. "I love you. Alastor."
He gasped slightly, hearing her say those words to him made his heart nearly burst through his ribs. Hearing her tell him that was like shining a light in a dark cave. With wide eyes, he nodded.
"I love you, Charlie. More than you could ever understand." He gives her a kiss. "Do you see what you do to me?" Another kiss. "It hurts me just how much I ache for you." Another one. "Charlie please." He didn't know what he was asking for, but whatever it was, he needed it soon. His body screaming at him for a release he was unfamiliar with. So much pent up energy he felt like he would explode soon.
As he said his confessions to her, Charlie let her hand return to his member. She could actually feel him throbbing and could only imagine how painful of an erection that was. With one tiny tug, she let him spring out. He let out a relieving moan as he enjoyed the freedom.
"There's no need for these now." Charlie said slowly as she guided his pants downward off his hips until he let his legs kick them off. He straightened himself upward, on his knees with Charlie in between them, taking off his shirt. Charlie marveled at him now that was he was completely bare. More and more scars marked his body, her eyes landing on the giant one that started this whole thing. Her eyes traveled lower and saw his member jerk slightly, a vein lining his shaft beautifully.
"Oh wow." Was all Charlie could muster. Alastor looked down at his own body, then back at her with worried eyes.
"I'm sorry if it wasn't what you were hoping for." Alastor said sheepishly. It broke Charlie's heart to hear how low he thought of himself. Sure he wasn't perfect, but he was perfect for her.
"You are everything and more."
Alastor's breath caught at Charlie's words. He had fully prepared himself to be rejected once she saw him completely exposed, physically and emotionally. He felt stupid to believe by now that she would do such a thing.
"Alastor there's no reason to feel self conscious with me. Please, tell me what you need. Tell me what you desire." Charlie said slowly as her hands skimmed from his hip bones to the base of his cock. It twitched again from the intimate touch and Alastor felt something snap in his brain once he got Charlie's approval.
This was going to be fun.
"Charlie?"
Charlie looked back up at Alastor. "Hmm?"
"Open your mouth."
A/N: Surprise! This will be a two parter ;)
