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Aurora is humming along with the wireless. Alastor has left for the afternoon and signed off, he should be home soon. She’s biting her tongue to focus on the stitches. She glares at the written pattern of the sweater vest. “What? Why just one knit here? I’m trusting you, but that doesn’t make sense if I pearl twice in the last row?” She keeps knitting. She’s a slow knitter, but she’s hoping she can get this done in the 9 months until Christmas. She’s only done the ribbing on the bottom of the vest and is moving into the pattern of the actual body of it, in red wool, per his favorite color. He happened to have some vintage patterns laying around that he gifted her.
She feels his presence at their bedroom door. He has his jacket tucked into his elbow with his cane, vest still buttoned up. He places both items aside on her vanity and vanity stool to his right. Aurora looks up with a smile, “Al, dear, I would have greeted you at the door had I known!”
Alastor’s smile is half hearted, his normally impeccable posture is slumped. “I had a terrible day dear.” he starts to take off his tie. She moves to get up, placing her project aside on her night stand, but he stops her with a protesting hand. “Sha, do you think we could? You know, have you take care of me?” his accent dropped. She loved when he dropped it, that was a signal to her he was serious, deadly serious about something.
“Yes of course, Al,” Aurora gestures at her rather modest nightgown, “Should I change first or?” It's red, with black letters that say, “Oh Deer!” something he had made for her. “I know you like it when I wear petite coats.”
He shakes his head.
“What do you want, Al?”
A green hued chain appeared between their left ring fingers at his command. He used his right hand to grab the wedding band to pull it off and it expanded until he tossed it on his neck as it clamped around him on its own. Her ring grew big and slid off, she now had a handheld ring and a chain. She tugs the chain like he likes it, he sighs happily when he jerks forward.
He loves how it feels around his neck, how his chest and heart feel full. Alastor knows he can trust her and this makes this all the more delightful.
“Come here.” She orders softly but firmly. He obeys without hesitation. She yanks the collar as he kneels on the bed and he freezes, “Shoes off Al.”
He nods and turns to sit on the bed, he unlaces his shoes, letting them drop at the foot of the bed. “There’s a good lad.” he hums happily. Loving how her praise tingles his mind just right. He starts to crawl up her, “Nah uh!” she holds her finger up, “Bow tie off, vest off, do you want me to do it?” He gives her silent affirmation. She sits up, the chain loose between them and she unties his bowtie, putting it on top of her project. She helps him slide out of his vest.
Aurora uses her finger, twirling it to signal him to turn around. He sits on the bed, feet planted on the flooring. She gets to her knees behind him, Aurora’s fingers walk up the sides of his arms, enjoying his shiver. She begins to rub his shoulders, then down his back. “Tell me what happened.” He begins to vent to her. Alastor mostly complains about the hotel. Angel and how he doesn't stop with the sexual jokes, just glad they're no longer aimed at him. Aurora is smiling, she gives a “Mhmmm.” She is patient and gentle. He's moaning as she applies pressure into a knot. “Oh my handsome man, you have this nasty knot.” She works it and he's lolling his head, his ears twitching giddily. He loves how his brain seems to be getting an itch scratched when she praises him. He turns to look at her, an easy closed mouth smile on his face. She lays back down, propped on pillows.
“Darling-” He is choked with a jerk of her chain.
“Who is Darling?”
“I'm sorry Mistress.”
“Good boy.” She says caressing his chin, he leans into it. “Now be a good boy again and tell me what you want.” Alastor's eyes are half lidded but not in the bedroom way. In a sleepy, contented way.
“Mistress, may I please have another massage? Will you play with my hair? I've been a good boy.`` He's on the border of begging. “While cuddling?”
“Yes, come here.” He crawls over her, he hesitates, glancing up at her through his eyelashes. He's waiting to be ordered. “Do you want to be between my legs or on the side? Use your words.”
“Between your legs.”
“Then do it.” She commands. Her knees are up and he uses his gloved hands to part her knees and he lays between them, his head pressed into her breasts. He exhales deeply, pleased as he rests. Her legs twine with his , even though his feet stick out over the foot of the bed due to their height differences.
Oh he loves hearing the steady beat of her heart. He loves how warms she is, and her perfume is floral and he smells the leftover bread and vanilla on her hand as it comes up to pet him. Her fingers card through the red and black strands. He bumps his head into her and she tuts. “Now, my sweet boy, you told me caressing your ears would arouse you , that is not the point of this, I want you to relax.” She massages his neck as he whines from the lack of head petting.
“Please?” He asks softly on top of her breast. She massages with more pressure, he hums in content.
“No.”
He whimpers, it's in a pleading tone.
“Behave.”
He nods and melts as she massages his neck and shoulders best she can from this angle and position. He feels the tension from his body relax, his breath slows as he allows himself to just feel her touch, that turns into carding fingers in his hair again. All the thoughts in his head start to close one by one. The tingle in his back and head is pleasant.
Each muscle from head, to neck, down shoulders, arms, back and legs began to feel like it was heavy but lovely. His ears twitched lively and his tail wags, but then slowed to a lazy wag just like a cat in a sunbeam. Aurora's fingers made patterns on his scalp. His hands caressed her hips to respond, but she yanked his chain to stop him. The jolt of delight through his limbs. He nuzzles into her and the relaxing continues.
After some time of this, the only thought in his head is the sound of her soft breathing and heartbeat. Her hands are slow rhythm through his hair and over his scalp relaxed him. He felt the drool threaten to leak out. He wiped his mouth and lifted his head to see her smiling sweetly down at him. He gave her a sleepy smile back.
“Chains off?” She whispers.
“Chains off.” Their rings go back to the bands.
He peels himself up and kisses her, “Thank you sha.”
“Feel better?”
“Much.” He rolls over and lays flat, pulling her to him so she can lay her head on his chest. He places her hand over his heart. Alastor uses the pad of his finger to draw figures into her back. The wireless goes to classical instrumentals, he kisses the top of her head. His other hand is twirling a strand of curl around his finger.
They drift off to sleep together.