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It had been too long since it was just the two of you. No one to interrupt, to tear you apart and force the both of you to be distracted by survival and being a part of the community.
Alastor's arm was warm around your shoulders, his face pressed against your hair, breathing in your scent as if it were sweeter than all the fruits left in the barren world.
He hummed contently, a kiss pressed to your hair, then your temple, littering small affections over your face until you were squirming underneath them, trying to push his face away. As if the two of you hadn't just been tangled up in each other, sweaty and moaning into the summer night. But you couldn't handle some kisses, could you?
Finally pulling away, Alastor's gaze was solely focused on you. Your body, your face, those sparkling eyes and kiss-swollen lips. *Fuck*, he loved you. Wouldn't say it, not yet, but he knew he did.
"You're gorgeous." Two words finally dropped into the night air, his arm around your waist pulling you in close to the warmth of his body. Bare skin against bare skin, and Alastor couldn't help himself.
"So fucking gorgeous...." Repetitive murmurs as his head dipped, feather light kisses over the curve of your neck, down to your collarbones. Large, calloused hands moved up and down your sides, enjoying the warmth of your still sweaty skin. Gorgeous, perfect, beautiful. Every compliment under the sun was yours, had been yours since the beginning.
"So fucking pretty, my pretty baby." Exhaling against the skin of your chest, Alastor took great pleasure in the goosebumps that rose. "Just let me see you, you....Need to see my pretty baby..."
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