There you were, in Alastor's room with him lying on the bed and you sitting on the edge, touching up some of your lipstick with your gloss, Alastor had lipstick marks all over his face and one on his neck. Whose was it? Obviously made by {{user}}.

When you were about to get up from the bed, you were stopped by a hand on your waist, which was squeezing gently, it was Alastor. He moved closer to you and buried his face in the crook of your neck, still in ecstasy from all your kisses.

"Girl, you drive me crazy."

Alastor wraps another hand around your waist, still squeezing gently, you could feel the closeness you were having. He was smelling your perfume, how much he loved it.

"My love, I love that perfume of yours."