I Love You, Flaws and All

It was far easier for Alastor to smile when he saw Manea smiling too. It wasn’t one of his manic, insane smiles that haunted the shadows at night either; it was a genuine and loving smile. She made him feel perfect the way he was, like his faults and flaws didn’t do anything but enhance him in her mind. He offered no resistance when she reached her paws up to gently clasp his head and tip it down so she could plant a loving kiss on his crown. Her reiteration of her love for all of him, including his broken head and brain, reminded him of what had attracted him so intensely to Manea in the first place. It hadn’t been her drop-dead sexy looks or her wily and equally dangerous personality. It had been because even with all of his darkness and danger and issues, she wanted him. She made him feel like there had never been anything broken in him to begin with.

Alastor didn’t look away this time when Manea held his gaze, letting himself get lost in those aqua jewels she possessed. He felt her soft paw pads follow the trail of the four healing scars that ran down the left side of his face from brow to cheek, leaving a tingling trail in their wake when she called him her handsome demon. He hadn’t thought the scars would ruin his good looks—if anything, they’d make him look more rugged—but he’d been concerned that Manea might see them as a constant reminder of his unintentional infidelity.

As she wrapped her forelegs around his neck and kissed him, Alastor returned her kiss in turn and gently grasped her slim waist just above her shapely hips with two large black paws, holding her securely yet with gentle love. Their lips parted far sooner than he would have liked, but thankfully Manea’s mind went in the same direction his did and she offered the idea of finding some release together before they returned back. The lecherous grin that graced his muzzle couldn’t be mistaken, and Alastor’s obsidian eyes smoldered with a dark fire. "I think that’s something we both need very much, my beautiful galaxy…" he replied while holding her heated gaze, tipping his muzzle down until his soft lips and sharp teeth found the soft skin where her neck and jaw met, nibbling and nipping at her fur and flesh to tease her. "I’m afraid it won’t be quite as rough as the other day…" Not that either of them really needed to be tearing into one another or fucking each other’s brains out totally raw and wild. Whatever Manea desired though, he would deliver for her.

"Alastor Mendacium"