Hey all! Hope all is well. Just wanted to let you all know there is some French in this chapter. (Worry not, I added the translations so you don't have to have a separate page open with google translate.) That being said. I do not speak French so if the spelling or translations are a bit off, don't come for me! XD

I've got some exciting stuff coming up so stay tuned and thank you for following along!

Cheers!

The door burst open and much to his disappointment it was Lucifer who made the grand entrance. Who else would it be?

Alastor stood from his seat by the bed and made space for the King of Hell. He didn't like the man, but he and Charlie would periodically cycle by to try using some of their magic to heal Ellen faster. He relaxed a bit seeing Charlie walk in shortly after.

"We're going to try together, hopefully it has a bigger impact." Charlie explained with a sympathetic smile. He simply nodded, turning away as Lucifer made to unbutton Ellen's shirt.

"It's looking a lot better," Charlie remarked.

Alastor made for the door, he didn't need to watch and he certainly didn't want to be in the presence of Lucifer. He decided he would walk the floor a few times to stretch his legs. This way Rosie wouldn't bug him about it later. When he felt he made enough rounds he returned to his room, grateful to find the two finishing up.

"I have to say, that wound is a bit of an odd shape." Lucifer wondered out loud. Alastor just ignored him.

He could feel eyes on him as he took his seat by the bed.

"It seems odd that the only two people with her when she was attacked didn't see what happened. Not to mention someone had blood on their hands."

"Dad! Alastor obviously tried to stop the bleeding." She turned to give him a sympathetic look.

He looked up and glared at Lucifer. He was poking his nose where it didn't belong. Lucifer only returned his glare with a smug expression.

"Of course. Alastor would never do something like that."

He knew it was coming, he knew Lucifer would come to 'poke the bear' so to speak, but even still he knew he couldn't hide the flash of guilt that passed his eyes. And Lucifer knew exactly what he was looking for.

Charlie gasped, horrified by her fathers accusation. "Dad! He loves her, he would never. How could you say that?!"

"Because it's the truth, my little apple. Look at his face, he can't even hide it."

Charlie turned to look at him and he could barely hold two seconds before he had to pull his gaze away. He had been made.

"Alastor?"

"See? Told you."

"No, there has to be a reason." Charlie's unending optimism and constant belief in others may have actually lifted his mood a minuscule amount. Of course there was a reason. Was it a good one? No. Would they believe it? Not likely. He would be made out as the bad guy. Normally he wouldn't care, but they would try to pull Ellen away from him and that was not something he would let them do.

"To get out of his marriage probably. Why does it matter? Clearly he's a danger to her and he should leave."

He squared his shoulders but kept his gaze to the floor. If it was a fight Lucifer wanted he would play, and he would win. "You know what she is capable of, Lucifer. I didn't have a choice."

That shut him up. He looked up and glared at Lucifer again who now looked a little shaken. He was slowly putting the pieces together.

Charlie's gaze flipped between the two not understanding. "Who?"

"Why?" Lucifer seemed afraid of the answer.

"Unfinished business." He barely got the words out through gritted teeth.

"What's going on? Dad, what are you talking about?" Charlie continued flipping between the two.

Lucifer finally looked over to her. "Charlie, why don't you go-"

"No!" She turned to face Alastor. "You said you didn't have a choice, what does that mean?"

"Exactly as it sounds, my dear."

Soft tears of frustration slipped down Charlie's face. "You didn't have a choice, but to try and kill her? That doesn't make sense!"

Lucifer opened his mouth, but promptly closed it. He didn't want to get involved.

"Believe me when I say, it was the last thing I wanted to do."

"What could she have possibly done to deserve that?"

He knew the hurt flashed through his eyes again, but he didn't care this time. The question absolutely crushed him. She did nothing wrong. She encouraged him to do it, to take her heart because she understood the bigger picture. No answer would be good enough. His chest started to hurt again, a subtle pain from seeming nowhere.

"Who then?" She turned to her father, her tears now falling freely with no restraint.

Lucifer sounded deflated. "Charlie this is a bit of a difficult-"

"WHO? Who forced you to try and kill Ellen and how?"

"Lilith."

All three heads whipped to the bed to find Ellen's face scrunched in pain as she let out a shaky breath.

Alastor sprang to her side, the conversation forgotten. He leaned in and whispered, "how are you feeling my little doe?" She smiled, her eyes crinkling. The sight almost brought tears to his own eyes. She was happy to see him. She wasn't angry. She wasn't afraid of him. Happy. To see him.

"Je vais bien." (I'm okay.)

His smile softened. She was okay.

"Pouvons-nous faire des câlins?" (Can we cuddle?)

He froze his cheeks heating. That was a bit forward. He lowered his voice. "My dear we are with company."

"Et?" (And?)

"And? Ellen I'm not going to climb into-" His eyes widened suddenly realizing. She was speaking French. She couldn't speak French.

"Vous parlez en français, ma chère."

She gave him a confused look. "Quoi?" (What?)

"You are speaking in French, my dear." He repeated.

She shook her head, eyes filling with concern. "Je ne parle pas français, Alastor." (I don't speak French, Alastor.)

The sound of his name rolling off her tongue felt like music to his ears. Even the sound of her words made his stomach twist in delight. It had been a while since he spoke or even heard French and coming from her it never sounded more beautiful.

His gaze moved to Charlie who stood staring. Ellen's gaze followed his.

"Charlie, dear we may have a small problem."

She hesitantly made her way over giving Ellen her best attempt of a smile. "Hey Ellen. Are you okay?"

"Oui." (Yes.)

Charlie's eyes immediately darted to Alastor.

"Yes it seems she's only speaking in French. Though she doesn't seem to understand it." Alastor couldn't make sense of it. She was speaking it fluently, like it were her native tongue, yet if spoken to she didn't understand.

"How did that happen?" Charlie was looking at him but Ellen answered.

"Je ne sais pas." (I don't know.)

The room was quiet for a bit, minds reeling at the situation at hand.

"Can you try speaking English?" Charlie offered eventually.

Alastor shook his head, there was no way it was that simple.

"Je le suis." (I am.) Ellen's eyes flitted between the two.

He shook his head again. "Ellen, how much French do you know? Can you speak a few phrases?"

"Yes, why?"

Charlie's eyes widened. It seemed he was on the right track.

"Please continue," he pushed.

Hello? My name is Ellen. Thank you very much." She shook her head. "Alastor, je ne comprends pas." (Alastor, I don't understand.)

"Keep going."

She let out a small huff. "Je ne sais pas…pink? White? Cat? Dog? January, February, March. Je connais très peu le français. Ce n'est pas suffisant pour être utile." (I know very little French. It's not enough to be useful.)

"What's going on?" Charlie whispered. She was starting to fidget nervously.

"If she thinks she is speaking English, it comes out French. If she thinks she's speaking French it comes out as English. A bit of a conundrum."

"How do we fix it?"

He wasn't sure. And a small part of him wasn't really in a rush to find an answer. He was a little out of practice, but he really enjoyed listening to her speak.

"J'ai déjà entendu parler de quelque chose comme ça. Cela devrait disparaître tout seul."

Charlie looked to him to translate. "She said she's heard of something like this before and that it should correct itself on its own."

"Okay that's good news, right? If she needs anything she'll just have to converse through you."

"Indeed." He liked the thought.

"Alastor?"

"Yes Ellen?" His smile softened as he listened. "Yes I do believe only I can understand what it is you are saying."

Her next words made him blush and he quickly turned his face away from the view of Charlie. 'So then you can climb up on me and massage every muscle in my body because laying in bed for so long has made me sore.'

"What did she say?"

"Nothing!" It came out too quickly. He cleared his throat. "She would like some time to catch up and stretch."

Ellen snickered.

Charlie perked up. "Oh! Of course. I'm sure she's missed you." She pointed towards the door looking for her dad to find he had already left. "I'll leave you guys to catch up and I'll fill everyone else in." She headed for the door pausing to finish her thought before leaving. "I'll tell everyone you guys want some time alone."

He made sure to lock the door.

He turned back to Ellen to find an enormous smile on her face.

"Des câlins?" (Cuddles?)

He felt a little hesitant now being alone with her. All the worry and guilt came crashing back. She was clearly happy to see him, almost like the whole thing never happened. How was she so okay with it all? She never questioned it. One minute they were fine and the next he had her pinned to the floor, his claws in her… She should be terrified of him.

Her smile slowly fell. "Alastor?"

His smile was weak. "I think it best you rest some more, my dear. You still have a fair bit of healing ahead of you."

"Non, Alastor Je vais bien." (No, Alastor I'm fine.)

"You are not fine. There is a gaping hole in your chest that I made. I'm supposed to protect you. I'm supposed to keep you from harm. The contract failed. I failed…I failed you." He started pacing the room to try and calm his nerves. He shouldn't have let this happen. He was certain he had done everything in his power to keep her safe. "If I didn't stop, if I killed you, I…" His voice started to break as flashes of his nightmares returned. Her heart dying in his hand. The sight of her lying underneath him, unmoving.

His hands moved to his head pulling harshly at his hair. He didn't think he would ever get over that image. It would haunt him the rest of his existence.

"Alastor, arrêt!" (Alastor, stop!)

There was a thud that pulled his eyes over to the bed. At some point Ellen had tried standing, her legs clearly not ready for sudden change. She lay on the floor sitting up on her knees. She wasn't in pain, more upset her legs hadn't been able to support her.

"Bon sang!" (Damn it!)

He paused to watch her. She let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing her legs. She muttered something incoherent before trying to push to her feet again. He took a few steps toward her. The worry being pushed aside for concern.

She took a glance his way before trying again to stand, this time making it to her feet. There was a slight wobble and he was at her side in an instant, arm around her waist to keep her steady. He moved over to the chairs and helped her sit before taking the seat beside her.

She let out a sigh, eyes on the floor by her feet causing her hair to curtain her face. "Je vais bien." (I'm okay.)

It wasn't directed to him, it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself.

"You will be, in time." He offered quietly. "For now I think it best I…" stay away from you. He didn't want to leave her side. The past two weeks had enforced those feelings. He found himself uncharacteristically craving her touch, intimacy and presence. It was almost like he was afraid he wouldn't get the chance to again.

She needed him more than ever now and he couldn't. He thought he would be okay when she awoke, seeing her better. He was. But he wasn't. She had to be hiding her real feelings. He quickly pushed that thought away. She was capable of many things, but hiding her feelings was not one of them. How was she okay?

He let out a long sigh. How does one even attempt to apologize for nearly killing their wife? Not something he thought he would ever have to wonder.

"I don't understand why you can tolerate looking at me, my presence. I nearly killed you."

Her head whipped around to look at him, but he didn't meet her gaze.

"Presque. Mais vous avez arrêté." (Almost. But you stopped.)

She didn't seem to understand, he would have, if Lilith hadn't pulled him off. He shook his head. "I didn't."

"Je t'aurais arrêté." (I would have stopped you.)

He let out an amused huff. "Darling, while I admire your wit, you are no match for me in a fight. If such a thing was possible, I would like to believe you would have stopped me long before I got to your ribs."

"Tout cela fait partie de mon plan." (All part of my plan.)

He turned to look at her a bit bewildered. "What?"

She smiled as she broke down her explanation, how she adapted and stayed in control of the whole scenario all the while appearing as if she were naive.

I didn't know who she was until she turned to face me the first time. I remember seeing photos of her when I went to see Lucifer about the marriage thing. She had to be Charlie's mom; Lucifer's wife. As soon as I found that out I knew Lucifer's presence would give us the edge we'd need. It didn't matter if they were still amicable or not. So I asked your shadow to gather everyone, making sure Lucifer would show up. I knew it would probably be a bit of a difficult task, seeing as Lucifer doesn't like you and your shadow can't really talk so I needed to buy some time.

Based on how you interacted with her, she was powerful. Just not in the way I originally thought. After I figured out it was your soul she wanted, I changed my plans a little. I would be the target if she found out I had it, so I made a backup plan just in case. It saved my ass.

When she grabbed your throat and you didn't look the least bit concerned I figured she wasn't a fighter. So I had to worry about her mind games. And what better way to get a read off someone then to find what makes them tick. So I announced my presence. Easier to kill time if there were more distractions. I wasn't afraid because I knew help was on the way. I just had to make sure I kept my snide remarks to myself.

The fact you didn't like that I outed myself reinforced that Lilith was powerful so she probably wouldn't worry about me. I'm not a threat. I was right.

When she said she was a woman of importance, I knew she would never get her hands dirty, she would have others do that for her. That's why she wanted you back under contract. And the only reason she could say that she always got her way would be because she could manipulate others into doing her will. No one is that good, so she had to have some sort of power or ability to do it. Hypnosis was my original thought. I was wrong about that.

Then she tried getting you alone. I couldn't have that and I also had no way that I could keep you there so I kinda used my ownership of your soul. That was definitely a panicked decision, a bit of a mistake. It also set me up to get attacked and Lilith made it clear I would be fighting for my life. Had she done it herself I would have been screwed, but because she sent you, like I suspected she would, I knew I was in the clear. Like I said, back up plans for the win.

You yelling at me to move set it all into motion. You wouldn't kill me, your contract protects me. It also gives me access to your power, which I would have used eventually when I felt I actually needed it to protect myself. All that resistance was you. I was in pain, yes, but I never once thought you would kill me. No fear, no panic.

I may have emotionally manipulated you a bit. Once I found out you fought harder to restrain the more I encouraged you to do it, I may have laid it on a little thicker.

And I made my second mistake kissing you. I couldn't help it. You said you loved me. After weeks of turmoil, sitting and trying to fully understand your feelings, you were able to finally admit it. It solidified the fact you could never kill me no matter what power Lilith held. And then you cracked my rib. That was the point I was ready to use your own power against you, only I didn't need to.

I had to adapt and change my plan again. You were taking control back, baiting Lilith. I didn't expect that, but it worked in my favour. Although it took a lot longer to get to my feet than I thought it would. I didn't expect everything to be so difficult with a broken rib. Biding more time I thought I would add to the banter. Once your shadow returned I knew it was all over. I definitely got a bit snarky at the end, but it was worth it. It didn't go exactly as I thought, but I didn't lie to Lilith, I was always two steps ahead.

Do not mistake my silence for weakness, nobody plans a murder out loud.

He looked at her in a way he never had before. He knew she was observant and intelligent, but this put things into a new perspective. He had never encountered a strategist like this before. She had the whole scenario under control, from the moment she laid eyes on Lilith. Remarkable. He pulled her face to his, their lips crashing together. He felt lighter knowing that his worry and guilt would slip away. She was extraordinary, clever, stunning and his. With her by his side, the two would surely be unstoppable, the most powerful souls in Hell.

When they pulled part he rested his forehead on hers. Her eyes lit up the way he liked, the way they always did when she looked at him. She could have asked him for the world and he would have found a way to make it happen. He never craved sexual intimacy, but he was certain this was the closest he ever came to it. Something about the crazy intelligence she displayed, and it all being spoken to him in French had him in a way. He had never wanted someone so bad.

"Je t'aime." (I love you.)

The words sent a pleasing shive down his spine. His chest was full of that aching warmth he hadn't quite figured out yet. It wasn't the only thing filled with an aching warmth. He tried to inconspicuously shift his legs to hide it as his face grew hot. God, these emotions were wild.

She pressed her lips to his again and before he could stop her, she climbed into his lap, her arms wrapping around him, pulling him close. His eyes widened in panic as he felt her shift up against his stiffened manhood. At this point it was throbbing, refusing to be ignored. She paid it no mind, her hands moving up to grip the hair on the back of his head. He finally relented, wrapping his arms around her waist shifting her up against him. Even the throbbing parts. He lifted her, moving them both to the bed. It would be more comfortable and if things progressed… well they would already be there.

She smiled underneath him and leaned up to whisper in his ear. At his point there was nothing left to be embarrassed about. He gave her a small nod. "Yes you are free to touch as you please, but clothes stay on."

Her grin became infectious. Her hands stayed to his arms, chest and back, slowly feeling like she was examining every curve and muscle. He took a steading breath to calm his nerves. He was okay with this. She lightly pulled at the front of his jacket, inviting him to kiss her. She didn't need to ask twice.

She murmured softly against his lips. She was leaving this to him. If he wanted to continue things further she would gladly follow but she was okay staying where they were. As heated as things were, he had no desire to proceed further. He was quite content with this.

He pulled her to a seated position and moved so her back was pressed up against his chest. He liked holding her like this, seated back to front. He wrapped his arms around her as she leaned back against him. The two sat for a bit wrapped in the embrace. Ellen leaned her head back, the bashful look coming back to her face. 'So about those cuddles…'

She knew he would fall asleep and she was glad he did. It looked like he hadn't slept well in a long time. She smiled watching the slow rise and fall of his chest, the soft sounds of a light humming and a slight snore. It was like white noise. And if she hadn't been sleeping for as long as she had, she probably would have been lulled to sleep in no time.

She was glad he was comfortable enough with her now to cuddle and ultimately fall asleep with her. She knew their contract stipulated that they remained separated for sleep, but she was hoping maybe it could be changed? Surely it wasn't set in stone.

She very carefully rolled herself out of his arms and gently sat up, legs hanging off the bed. She knew better than to start off trying to stand, instead she kicked her feet a little bit, hoping it may help wake up her legs.

Her chest still hurt, though nowhere near as bad as before. She was sure any sort of strenuous activity would be very difficult, and simple things might still leave her a bit winded. But that would come back in time.

She glanced over her shoulder to take another look at Alastor and was surprised to see that his peaceful sleep seemed to have taken a turn. His brows were now furrowed and the never ending smile was almost nonexistent.

She had never seen someone suffer through a nightmare before, her only knowledge being whatever she saw in the media and she knew to take that with a grain of salt. He didn't look restless, but if the sudden change in hum to static was any sign, he was not dreaming well. Was that why he hadn't been sleeping? Plagued with nightmares?

He rolled over onto his side, curling up into himself. Now he was getting restless. She tucked her feet back on the bed and shifted a little closer to him. He was fine when she was resting on him but now he wasn't. She might as well test her theory. She shifted into him, becoming the little spoon. It didn't take him long to wrap himself around her, pulling her even tighter to him. She couldn't hide her smile. The static slowly returned to its normal soft hum. It seemed she was keeping the nightmares away. So much for stretching her legs. That could wait. Alastor needed a good rest.

His arm tightened around her waist again pulling her very tightly to him almost like he was holding on to her for dear life. She froze, afraid any small moment would either wake him, or worse, grind her butt against his pelvis. That was not something she wanted to explain herself out of. It was a funny thought, but not something she would act on. Dang it!

She slowly let herself relax one muscle at a time. Maybe she could shut her eyes for a moment, wait until his grip loosened up a bit and then shuffle over a smidge.

She closed her eyes, now her other senses heightened a bit. He was warm being pressed up against. The mix of his warmth, the soft hum and relaxed state of comfort she found it hard to keep herself awake. Maybe a bit of rest would be okay.

A soft knock on the door stirred her awake. She found herself tangled up with Alastor, though she was still able to slip from him without waking him. He was still out cold. She carefully placed her feet on the floor testing her weight as another knock came from the door. She could make it.

She started slow but she had a wide grin by the time she got to the door. She made it. She opened it to find Rosie. She looked a little surprised to see her.

"Oh. Ellen it's good to see you up and about. How are you feeling?"

"I'm doing okay. Thank you Rosie." She kept her voice low.

Rosie followed suit. "Nothing to thank me for dear." Her eyes were filled with a loving warmth.

"Thank you for taking care of him. I know how stubborn he can be." She opened the door a little wider to allow her to see him asleep.

Rosie's smile turned wholesome. "I thought I'd bring up something to eat." Her smile faulted. "I wasn't aware you were awake, I would have brought-"

"-no worries. I'm not really hungry right now anyway." Her eyes looked down to the plate she had not realized until now, that Rosie was holding. Her stomach lurched and she quickly pulled her eyes away, wide in horror.

It was a plate of entrails, and not pink freshly removed entrails. Grey almost decomposing organs, flies included. She fought to keep the bile from rising to her throat. Yup. Cannibals were a thing. To her dismay, her mind went to a Lady and the Tramp style image of intestines instead of spaghetti and her stomach rolled again.

"Yes, I'm sure he'll be hungry when he wakes, he probably didn't eat much while I was out so that should help regain some of his strength." She kept her eyes on the ceiling. "I am so sorry Rosie I wasn't prepared for it I don't mean to be rude I just…" she took a shuddering breath and fought the desire to throw up.

"Not everyone's cup of tea, I understand. May I?"

Ellen willed her eyes to glance down just enough to see Rosie's face who somehow managed to gesture with her eyes her intent to place the plate by the bed. Ellen only nodded.

She felt a little better with it further away, she would just keep her gaze away from the bed.

Rosie sat in one of the chairs by the bed and Ellen slowly shuffled her way over beside her.

"He's been riddled with nightmares. Poor guy can't get any more than a few hours of sleep." Rosie looked over to Alastor, still sound asleep.

"Do you know what of?"

Rosie shook her head. "It's the same one every time. He wouldn't tell me anything more."

Ellen turned to watch him. She had a million questions pop into her head. Rosie was probably the only other person who knew Alastor well. She would be a great source of information. But she wasn't curious about his past. He would open up to her eventually, and even if he didn't tell her everything that was okay, some things were simply private. No, there was something else she was curious about.

"What do you know about Lilith?"

Rosie's head turned so fast she could have sworn she heard a' snap'. Her eyes flashed dangerously. "How do you know about her?"

Ellen chose her next words carefully, this was clearly not a good subject. "We ran into her the day I…" she looked down to her chest.

"She's a very dangerous woman. I would avoid her if I were you."

She bit her lip. She wasn't going to go looking for her, but she had a feeling she would still see her again. "I don't think I have a choice."

"Ellen…" Rosie warned. "She is not someone you want to get tangled up with. Even Alastor will tell you, she is very powerful and not to be trusted."

Ellen shook her head. "She wasn't after me." Her gaze moved back to the bed. "She was after him." Though now that Lilith knew she had Alastor's soul, that probably wasn't entirely true anymore.

Rosie followed her gaze and her shoulders fell, a defeated sigh escaping her.

"I don't know the whole story, but she wants him back. Desperately." She turned back to Rosie. "I don't think that little encounter will be my last. So I want to know what I'm up against."

Rosie shook her head, her voice hushed. "Oh Alastor what did you get yourself into, my friend?"

"She's that bad?"

"She fell with Lucifer. And while he disappeared, she rose to take charge of Hell. But as time passed, she too grew more distant, more cold. She thrived amongst the sinners, but her power very quickly became a fear to her people."

"Even Alastor seemed on edge in her presence."

Rosie nodded. "Her voice inspired her people, but she eventually found out her voice could do much more. She could make people do things, a siren call to anyone who heard it. A power no one can ignore. If she's really after Alastor, I'm not sure there's much he can do."

"But he didn't kill me."

Rosie's face shot to hers.

"She ordered…uh sang him to kill me. Rip out my heart and give it to her. He didn't."

Rosie's eyes moved down to Ellen's chest, realization slowly seeping in.

"He tried to kill you."

Ellen nodded.

Rosie sat in silence for a few minutes, collecting her thoughts. "He's foolish. I told him it would be too steep a price." Her eyes glanced at Ellen for a few seconds before returning to Alastor. "You are smart to protect your soul as you did. He was foolish to agree."

Her eyes widened. "He told you?"

She shook her head. "No, I simply put the pieces together dear." She paused. "You aren't safe anywhere now. You're right, she will come looking for you." She looked back to Alastor.

Ellen followed her gaze to find him tossing and turning, brows furrowed again. She stood and sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing a hold of his hand.

"Well he was right." Rosie's smile was soft. "You sure know how to find trouble."

Ellen just smiled, glancing down. She didn't find trouble, it just had a way of finding her.

"You take care of each other now. You got a family here but you two got to have each others' backs."

She smiled at Rosie's lighthearted scolding. "That was always my intention."

Rosie's smile lit up her hollow eyes. "Oh I know dear. You got a heart of gold, a rare thing down here. Alastor's lucky to have someone like you."

Ellen was sure a blush creeped onto her cheeks.

"I hate to cut our time short, but now that I know Alastor is back in good hands I'll have to be on my way. I have a lot of clients to catch up with. It was lovely seeing you again Ellen." She stood and gave Ellen a small nod before making her leave.

Her eyes gazed over the plate and this time she couldn't contain her gag, which led to pain in her chest. That caused her to panic, afraid it would wake Alastor. She moved herself as far away from it as she could, but stopped when her eyes caught the restless shifting of Alastor.

She took a few seconds debating on whether it was worth crawling back into bed knowing she would most likely turn to have that plate in her face at some point, or try to push Alastor over so she could climb in on the other side. The plate of entrails was a hard pass.

She made a mental note, she would have to watch Alastor scrub his teeth before kissing him after he ate. Her stomach rolled thinking about the possibility of accidentally consuming some of it.

She slowly made her way around the bed and carefully slipped in on the other side. She managed to nudge Alastor over just enough to curl up behind him. This time she was the big spoon. What she hadn't realized was that if she were to spoon properly, his tail would be pressed into her crotch. Not a problem, just a bit awkward when it would occasionally twitch in his sleep.

She smiled thinking about how funny it must look at her trying unsuccessfully, to be the big spoon. She couldn't even wrap her arms around him properly. After a few minutes she gave up. A big spoon she was not. She sat up and lightly ran her hand through his hair. She quietly hummed a tune to herself as she let her mind wander.

It would undoubtedly be a boring few hours waiting for him to awake, but he needed it and if just being there ensured he had a peaceful sleep then it was worth it. If the roles were reversed she had no doubt he'd do the same. Although he had the added bonus of being able to summon things as he wished. The only thing she could summon was their contract. A small smirk passed her lips. Maybe she could write her own.