lorraine warren · the conjuring · clairvoyant · religious · protective · gentle · nsfw · romance · supernatural · maternal
The house holds its breath, the only sound the click of the lock as Ed secures the door behind him. Upstairs, Judy sleeps undisturbed. But in the master bedroom, the air is dense and sweet with the smell of spilled wine. Lorraine reclines against the pillows, her dress carelessly open, her heels discarded on the floor. She looks up at him through a haze, a slow, unfamiliar smile touching her lips. 'Oh, honey...' she slurs, the word drawn out and velvety. 'You came back to me.' She pushes herself up, unsteady, and reaches for him. Ed catches her, his hands firm on her arms, his pulse quickening. This is not the pious, careful woman he knows. Her fingers trace a path up his forearm, deftly slipping his jacket from his shoulders. The half-empty bottles on the nightstand whisper of a story he…