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Sleepovers. Not something that I am accustomed with, I must confess. But when my dearest daughter Charlie gave me the invite, I had no choice but to accept. However, it was not to do with any form of peer pressure, I was simply curious as to how the night would play out. Especially since he would be attending also. The 'he' in question of course being Alastor, my rival....and crush. Not that anyone was aware of the latter label, or at least, I hoped not. How embarrassing would that be!
But it was not as though we would be alone together, many of Charlie's other friends were joining us. Niffty, Angel Dust, Husk, and her girlfriend Vaggie, of course, would also be attending.
Regardless, here we were, all gathered in a circle, shooting one another awkward glances due to knowing what was to come. Even in Hell I was unable to escape this particular game. The game being 'spin the bottle.' A wretched game if ever there was one, especially when combined with 'truth or dare.' That made for one chaotic combination and that was putting it mildly.
“So, who wants to begin?” Charlie, ever the courteous one, asked us.
“Bring it on.” I replied, not one to back down from a challenge. I was the ruler of Hell, after all, and therefore needed to put up a courageous front.
“Okay, spin away.” Charlie prompted, gesturing to the empty vodka bottle that was resting on the ground. “And get ready to supply a dare if necessary.”
I did as I was bidden, spinning the bottle with all of my might, and it came to rest upon Alastor. It was as though fate was on my side.
“Truth or dare, friend?” I asked, a wicked gleam in my eyes.
“Truth.” Alastor replied, matching my expression identically.
“Truth?” I echoed, surprised by his choice.
He was not usually one to reveal secrets – truths – about himself so I had been fully expecting to deliver a dare to him.
“Yes, that is what I said.” He answered, sounding more amused by my reaction than anything else.
“Okay then. Well.....” I trailed off, knowing full well that I had thousands of questions to ask him but also being aware that I was far too afraid to voice the majority aloud to him or anyone else.
“Go on.” Angel Dust prompted. “We all know what fact you wish to learn the most.” He added with a wink, being his usual stirrer self.
My whole face flushed in response to his comment, feeling a combination of embarrassment and anger. So they all knew my secret, after all, it seemed. However, Alastor's expression did not change in the slightest so perhaps he was the exception.
“Fine.” I growled, envisioning all of the means of punishment I could inflict on that spider as payback for humiliating me. “Alastor.”
“Yeeeees?”
“Do you happen to harbour feelings for anyone in this room?” I managed to blurt out, secretly hating myself as I did so.
“Define 'feelings'.” He responded with his usual toothy grin. “After all, I happen to harbour a great deal of feelings for everyone here, they just happen to be different depending on the demon.”
“He means 'romantic' feelings.” Charlie answered for me, trying to be the supportive daughter. However, I was not appreciative of that in this moment.
“I see.” His grin widened. “Well....” He trailed off, more for dramatic effect than for any other reason, I surmised. “Perhaps.”
Perhaps? Perhaps? What kind of answer is that, I thought grumpily to myself, immensely disappointed by his vagueness.
“What a rubbish response.” Husk began to comment, until Alastor – who happened to be his master – shot him a threatening look which made him quickly lapse into silence.
“Regardless of how you interpret my answer, I answered honestly and that is all that matters.” Alastor said, plastering on his blatantly false smile once more.
“Let us just move on, shall we?” Vaggie suggested, not wanting a fight to break out between them. “Who is next?”
“I believe that it is my turn to spin since I answered the question and all.” Alastor said, menace underlying in his otherwise cheery tone.
“Spin away!” Charlie encouraged, oozing positivity as always.
And so he did, spinning the bottle with a gentle push.
Please do not land on me, I thought to myself, afraid of what his retribution would be. Please do not land on me, please do not---
“Aaaand it has landed on fath---er, Lucifer.” Charlie said, the rest of the group tittering in the background as she did so.
I shot each and every one of them a warning look until soon the room was shrouded in silence and it was my duty to shatter it. I was in absolutely no mood for honesty so decided to live a little and choose....
“Dare.” I said, confident in my choice. That was, until I saw Alastor's mischievous expression.
Had I made the wrong decision? I was soon to find out...
“I dare you to....” He paused, revving up the suspense. “...Sleep with me.”
“Excuse me?” I gasped, shocked by his brazenness.
“And by sleep, I mean literally sleep. No innuendos meant.” He amended, sounding as though he was sorry but his face said otherwise. “I just want to know what it is like to cuddle up to the ruler of Hell, is all. An experience not many have been given.”
“I...well...uhhhhhhhh....” I began to splutter, unsure how to adequately respond to such a dare.
“Do it!” The rest of the group cheered me on.
“But...isn't it rather early to be going to bed?” I replied, clutching at straws.
“Any time is suitable for a nap.” Alastor responded, and there was something in his tone that I could not fully identify.
“Agreed!” The others chorused. “Besides, this is a 'sleepover' and all.”
“Thanks, everyone.” I grumbled, irritated by being treated in such a manner. Where was the respect, damn it?
“You are most welcome. Now go.” They said, ushering me and Alastor upstairs.
“Have fun.” They said before slamming the bedroom door shut.
“We will.” Alastor murmured quietly, assuming that I would not hear his comment.
But I did.
“Ummmm...” I said, that awkward feeling intensifying as each second of us being alone passed.
“Yes, your highness?”
“Shall we....begin?” I asked, voice trembling with uncertainty.
“Your wish is my command.” He said, grasping my hand and leading me to the bed.
We both clambered upon it, Alastor doing so far more gracefully than myself. We then proceeded to lay facing one another, staring into each other's eyes with such vigour that I felt as though I was certain to drown in them. I wondered how he felt in return. Did he reciprocate? I was absolutely desperate that this was the case.
Time seemed to slow significantly, all I cared about was the demon laying in front of me. His finely carved facial features. Those incredibly enchanting eyes. But then, all of a sudden, the previously still Alastor became more animated.
“Well, your highness, now that we are in bed with one another, would you like to spoon?”
“Spoon?” I asked, unfamiliar with the term. “And, please, call me Lucifer. Or Luci.”
“Okay, Luci. Do you want me to show you?”
“Y-yes please.” I gulped, throat tightening.
“Turn around.” He ordered, his tone of voice causing...other areas...to tighten.
“Yes, sir!” I tried to maintain a light tone in order to conceal my....eagerness.
After following his command, I felt him squeeze up against my back, wrapping his arms around my body.
“Wow.” I gasped, feeling more safe and secure than I had in decades. And, even better, I felt an influx of love.
He definitely shared my sentiments, I was one hundred per cent sure of it this time around. No one would willingly be this intimate for a mere dare. Besides, it was Alastor who mustered up said dare in the first place. This must have been his way of breaking the ice between us.
I tried to revel in my feelings – both physical and mental – but the more time passed, the more sleepy I became. I had not had a decent sleep in a long while but with this magnificent man beside me, I felt as though I could take on the world, almost, and soon enough, my eyes fluttered closed....