It was dark when I woke up. Yawning, I sat up and stretched lazily, feeling more refreshed than I had in quite a while. I wondered how long I had been asleep, it had to be after seven at least.
I found Alastor downstairs in his study, reading a book in the armchair. Quietly, I sat on the arm of the chair to peer over his shoulder. He was reading Good Omens by the look of it.
"I haven't read that in a long time," I mused out loud.
Bookmarking his place before setting the book aside, Alastor chuckled, "It's a highly amusing story that ages well. I usually wind up re-reading it every decade or so."
His crimson gaze met mine, full of amusement. He was in a good mood this evening. Then he lifted me off the arm and pulled me into his lap. I squeaked in surprise, a blush rising in my cheeks.
"You did splendid today, you know," Alastor said, his tone lower this time.
"All thanks to you," I replied, kissing his cheek. Alastor's grin spread even wider across his face before returning the kiss.
I threaded my fingers through his hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue snaking along my bottom lip as it prodded for admittance. I moaned at the taste of him, he tasted like mint and tobacco.
Adjusting myself so that I now straddled his lap, I broke the kiss to peer down at the now-rumpled Alastor. He gave me a lazy grin as he wrapped his arms tighter around me before picking me up and carrying me towards the stairs.
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A Tale As Old As Time | An Alastor x Reader Lemon Series
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