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Break

Hey, I’m here to announce that I have been and will continue to be on an indefinite break. My work has been extremely stressful especially in these times and I need a mental health break.

There’s been so many things going on recently and only time will tell when I’ll start writing again. I apologise for this late and abrupt message but it had to be said. I have also lost inspiration and I’m waiting for it to return.

I don’t know when I’ll be back but I desperately need this time. 

Thanks for understanding x

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~ C H A P T E R  11 ~

~ Masterlist ~

Pairing: Alfred Pennyworth x OFC

Series Summary: Sarabi Nichols is Bruce Wayne’s life long friend that aids in creating weaponry and making outfits. When she was younger she had a thing for Bruce but now her taste has aged. Considerably. Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce’s guardian and butler is more her style now. Despite this knew found liking, Sarabi feels trapped. She can’t talk to Bruce about it and clearly can’t mention it to Alfred. The only person she has is her best friend, Claudia. Sarabi has to fight the things she feels for the older man because he could never feel the same way back, right?

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Warnings: Smut (18+), swearing

Word Count: 2295

Author’s Note:

Hi, got nothing to say except enjoy!

Sarabi sighed happily as she awoke. She felt warmer than usual. Her heart was alight and her heart only burned hotter when she felt the arm wrapped around her waist. 

She closed her eyes again and just revelled in the protective but soft hold Alfred’s arm had on her waist. She breathed in his scent and simply relaxed, feeling no urge to move. 

But she eventually did get an urge to move but not away from Alfred. She wanted to see him and see how he slept. She felt a bit stalkerish for saying it but it made sense to her. She wanted to see him while he rested and take a mental picture. She wanted to know everything about Alfred and how he slept was one of them.

She turned around and the sight of Alfred’s sleeping form brought a blush to her cheeks. There was an ache between her legs as a result of the eventful night she had. All of last night’s activities replayed in her mind and she smiled. Sarabi had finally satisfied that buzz that seemed to never die within her body. She was now open about her feelings and didn’t need to store them away, where no one could see them.

Slowly Alfred’s eyes fluttered open while Sarabi continued laying against his chest. Once he caught sight of Sarabi’s face he grinned greatly. Sarabi couldn’t help but return the grin. She felt so giddy and gleeful. She had her head rested on the chest of the man she loved with nothing but a flimsy sheet between them.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Sarabi teased as she placed her arms on his chest and rested her chin on her arms. Her effortlessly perfect curls framed her face as she looked at Alfred with so much love it set alight a fire in his loins. A fire that he knew would never die. 

“Good morning, Sarabi,” Alfred wrapped his arms around her waist tighter. They both craved the closeness after going so long without it. Alfred’s morning voice was gravelly and much raspier. It sent a wave of desire crashing onto the shores of her body and Sarabi mentally eye rolled. Despite doing nothing except talk, Alfred still managed to have such a great effect on her.

They both fell silent and just stared at each other. The words they both wanted to ask hung over them but neither said anything. They both just wanted to stay where they were and forget the world existed.

Sarabi was eventually the one to ask. After being so vulnerable last night, she hoped that the answer was what she expected.

“Alfred, what are we? I hate asking that but one of us has to,” Sarabi’s eyes searched for a reaction and what she saw warmed her heart. His eyes softened and his face followed suit. 

“We are whatever you want us to be, Sarabi. If you want a friend I’m here, if you want someone to hold during the night I’m here but if you want a partner I’m also here. We can be whatever you wish, Sarabi. I just wanted to be with you,” Alfred kissed Sarabi lightly on her temple, sending the butterflies in her stomach into a frenzy. The kiss was light, fragile, like the petals of a rose but the impact on her body was nothing like the petals of a rose.

“Whatever I want? I’ve never had to decide something like this,” Sarabi knew she wanted Alfred in ways she had never had a man. She wanted a friend, she wanted someone to hold and she wanted a life long partner. She wanted Alfred to be everything she needed and she knew he would be without a second thought. Alfred would crawl on his hands and knees across scarce deserts and treacherous war zones to please Sarabi. She just didn’t know how to communicate her wants to this extent, she never had to. 

“You don’t have to answer now. You can take as much time as you want,” Alfred’s comforting words were laced with all the adoration in the world. Sarabi knew she could tell Alfred anything and he would still look at her like she was the only girl in the world.

“Right now, Alfred I want you as a partner, someone I can confide in and fall asleep with but I don’t want to ruin things with Bruce, you know how protective he is,” Sarabi answered, knowing exactly what she needed but the fear of Bruce started to creep in. He wanted Sarabi to be happy but fucking his butler, tactical support and father figure may not be something Bruce would be happy with. Both Sarabi and Alfred were of-age, consenting adults but Bruce would never see it that way. He saw Alfred as an adoptive father and Sarabi almost as his younger sister. Their relationship was not something Bruce would be fond of. Despite the fact that Bruce worked for Alfred rather than the other way around, he would never agree to their relationship.

“Who cares about Master Wayne? Is he here right now? No. And pardon the language, my dear, but fuck Bruce. His opinion shouldn’t determine anything,” Alfred’s harsh words shocked Sarabi. She had never heard Alfred swear and never say anything that derogatory towards Bruce. She had never heard him call Bruce anything but ‘Master Wayne’! Hearing Alfred become so protective of what they had made Sarabi bite her lip as desire made its inevitable journey through her body. 

The more domineering almost wicked side of him came out in those few words and Sarabi loved it. Despite the nearly nefarious words coming from his mouth he still held her like the loving gentleman he was at all other times.

Alfred’s eyes watched over her face and rested on her lips. He noticed the way she bit her lip and smirked. 

“What do you want me to be right now, Sarabi?” Alfred teased with a devilish smirk. Sarabi instinctively rubbed her thighs together as the heat made its way around her body. Alfred sensed the movement and rolled them over.

He rested above her as he did the night before and the ache of slight pain between her legs was replaced with a lascivious ache. Sarabi was again hexed by his undeniable charm and couldn’t help getting lost in everything he had to offer. He was so goddamn charming, she couldn’t help but lose her way. He was suave, urbane, sophisticated and debonair in every fibre of his being.

“How about a lover?” Sarabi winked with a light giggle that warmed Alfred’s heart. He leaned down and kissed her. The kiss held no hesitance as they both knew what the other wanted. Sarabi wrapped her arms around his neck and held him there as the kiss deepened. The kiss was warm and devout, all their love and care for each other, poured into the kiss.

“I’d happily be your lover, darling,” Alfred said as his hands made their way up her naked body. They grabbed at every piece of her flesh in almost desperation. Alfred could never resist Sarabi or deny her in any way. He was an addict and he was getting his fix. He didn’t think he could become so intoxicated with someone that quickly but Sarabi wasn’t just somebody. She was Sarabi. Confident, sweet and strong-willed Sarabi. 

Sarabi was also just as eager as her hands grabbed hopelessly at his shoulders. Sarabi couldn’t believe the power Alfred had over her. If Alfred were to just get up and leave she’d beg on her knees for him to stay. She was needy for his touch in every way. Just one night with Alfred was enough to elicit that response from her.  

Alfred’s hand reached down between her legs and cupped her lightly. The slightest contact had Sarabi sighing in pleasure. Alfred knew how to set Sarabi’s body on fire. She was on fire but not just how a matchstick burns but how a bonfire’s flames soar into the night. The lustful yearning swarmed both of their bodies and engulfed them but neither complained.

“Please, Alfred,” Sarabi begged as the burn between her legs and the fire on her skin became unbearable. Last night hadn’t satisfied her need, it had made it stronger. Having Alfred how she always wanted had made her want more.

“Please what, my dear? You need to be more specific,” Alfred teased as his thumb made light circles over her clit. Sarabi’s hips bucked weakly, in the hope to add some friction, but to no avail as Alfred held her hips down.

“What do you want, Sarabi?” Alfred was being unfair, revelling in the power he held over Sarabi. Though she was domineering in her usual life, Sarabi was happy to hand her power and needs in Alfred’s hands. Alfred would only ever “deny” Sarabi of something if it had even better pay off. But the one thing she vowed was that she’d get him back for it.

“I want you, Alfred. Fuck me, please,” the vulgar bluntness merely stirred Alfred on as he teased her entrance.

“As you wish, darling,” Alfred entered her and both of them groaned at the contact. The only pain Sarabi felt was overwhelmed by the pleasure. 

Alfred thrusted into Sarabi slower at first to make sure she was properly adjusted. Despite his dominance and teasing before, he was still a gentleman making sure Sarabi was comfortable.

“Harder, please,” Sarabi moaned and Alfred complied.

Now aware that she was happy with the current situation, Alfred’s thrust gained power and speed. He was unrelenting as sounds and feeble attempts at his name came to Sarabi’s lips. Alfred let out small groans as well, not holding back the sounds. He wanted Sarabi to know how bewitching she was to him.

“You are perfect, Sarabi,” Alfred growled in her ear and she whimpered. Sarabi loved hearing the beautiful words and a warm smile made its way onto her lips. Alfred had such a rich, smooth voice that she was clearly obsessed with. He could read the phonebook and make it interesting.

Alfred took note of Sarabi’s reaction to praise and made sure to add it in more. Her prerogative and the only thing on his agenda was to make Sarabi feel like the only woman to ever walk the earth and to Alfred, she was the only one that mattered.

“You feel amazing, darling,” Alfred held onto Sarabi’s hips as he drove into her faster. Sarabi was the best woman he had ever had and he knew that if he didn’t have Sarabi, he’d surely fall apart. She had ruined every other woman for him because no other did or would ever compare.

Sarabi felt the exact same. She couldn’t see herself with anyone else. Alfred made her feel alive and like she was the most important person to ever grace the world. One night was enough for Sarabi to know her feelings. Alfred was her first and she desperately hoped he’d be her last. 

“Yes, Alfred,” Sarabi whimpered as his thumb applied pressure to her clit, aiding her to reach her high. Sarabi’s hands wrapped in Alfred’s hair and she tugged lightly. Alfred groaned at the rough display and Sarabi smirked. She’d definitely be using that later. She pulled again but this time harder and Alfred gave a considerably louder moan at the slight sting in his scalp.

“I’m close,” Sarabi breathlessly moaned as her nirvana neared. That serenity was so close as Alfred pounded into her. Sarabi wrapped her legs around Alfred’s hips to draw him closer if that was even possible. 

“Let go, darling,” Alfred leant down and kissed Sarabi in a bruising manner. Sarabi let the knot in her stomach come undone as she moaned into the kiss. Her climax washed over her in waves of pleasurable succession and her nirvana was reached. 

“Oh, Alfred!” Sarabi moaned loudly, completely and utterly blanketed in her euphoria. 

At the sight of Sarabi’s blissed out face, Alfred came with a loud groan of Sarabi’s name. Both of them rode out the lasting remnants of their highs before collapsing into each other’s bodies. 

“I love you, Alfred,” Sarabi kissed Alfred in a rush of love, lust and passion. Her mind was numb and the only thing swimming in the ocean of her mind was Alfred.  

“I love you too, Sarabi,” Alfred stated truthfully and sincerely before he slowly rolled over to his side of the bed.

Sarabi rested her head back into Alfred’s chest before she erupted into giggles.

“What’s so funny?” Alfred asked, amused at her giggly body.

“It’s about 11 in the morning and we’ve made no progress, the world could’ve gone to shit and we wouldn’t even know,” Sarabi chuckled, realising that the world could end and she would barely know the difference.

“Well, that’s the thing, Sarabi, who cares? You are my oasis and if the world had ended I wouldn’t care. As long as I have you I don’t need anything else,” Alfred’s words were straight poetry and Sarabi grinned.

“That was lovely, you are so poetic,” Sarabi complimented before resting back into Alfred’s chest.

“Hey weren’t you the one saying we need to do something? Let’s go get breakfast and then maybe do work,” Alfred sat up and Sarabi groaned.

“I was being sarcastic, I don’t wanna work, who the hell wants to work? The cave can be very boring, you know?” Sarabi complained like a child and Alfred rolled his eyes.

“Just think of all the things we can do in the cave to make it less boring,” Alfred winked before walking off leaving Sarabi in a puddle of lust and curiosity. 

This would be a fun day of work.

<<CHAPTER 10<<  ~ ~ ~  >>CHAPTER 12>>

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~ C H A P T E R  10 ~

~ Masterlist ~

Pairing: Alfred Pennyworth x OFC

Series Summary: Sarabi Nichols is Bruce Wayne’s life long friend that aids in creating weaponry and making outfits. When she was younger she had a thing for Bruce but now her taste has aged. Considerably. Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce’s guardian and butler is more her style now. Despite this knew found liking, Sarabi feels trapped. She can’t talk to Bruce about it and clearly can’t mention it to Alfred. The only person she has is her best friend, Claudia. Sarabi has to fight the things she feels for the older man because he could never feel the same way back, right?

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{Slowed+Reverb} Playlist

Warnings: Smut (18+), swearing

Word Count: 3271

Author’s Note:

Yes, this chapter is all smut! I think is what you’ve all been waiting for!!! Read on for some fluffy smut ;)

The words took a while to register in Sarabi’s mind. Did Alfred just admit his feelings for me? And did he just call me Sarabi? Sarabi's jaw dropped and her eyes filled with joyful tears.

“Wait, seriously?” Sarabi looked hopefully at Alfred and watched a smile appear on his face.

“Yes, Sarabi,” Alfred answered and Sarabi’s smile stretched from cheek to cheek.

“Well, you’re calling me by my name so it has to mean something,” Sarabi teased as she bit her lip. Alfred chuckled as his eyes looked down towards her lips and back up again. Sarabi also looked down at his lips and back up.

“May I kiss you, Sarabi?” Alfred asked like the gentleman he was and Sarabi nodded.

Alfred took of his glasses and placed them on the coffee table lightly. He leaned in until their noses were touching but he stayed there. Sarabi realised he was leaving room for her to make the final decision, she could stop him if she wanted to but Sarabi most certainly didn’t want that. She moved in and their lips touched. 

It was a slow, delicate kiss at first as they both savoured the feeling of their lips together. It very quickly became much more passionate as Alfred held her head lightly and Sarabi placed her hands on his chest. Their lips moved in perfect harmony like ballerinas performing a pas de deux. Eventually, the kiss moved to the heated portion where Sarabi let out a small whimper at the feeling of finally kissing Alfred how she always wanted to. Sarabi’s whimper allowed Alfred to slip his tongue in her mouth and further deepen the kiss. 

They detached their lips to breathe and Sarabi greedily took in the oxygen she needed. She breathed in his scent and it hadn’t changed. It was the same mix of musk and cologne that she adored. They rested their foreheads against each other until Alfred moved his lip’s attention to her jaw. He started kissing along her jaw and then moved down her neck. Sarabi’s dreams were being put to shame with the pleasure buzzing through her body. Sarabi let out small sighs of pleasure as Alfred sucked and kissed down her neck and back up to the spot just below her ear. He sucked much harder there and Sarabi let out a light moan. He found her sweet spot just as quickly as her dream Alfred did. 

As much as Sarabi loved the attention and care Alfred was paying to her neck she needed something more. She reattached her lips to his and pushed him back to a seated position. She straddled his lap while their lips continued moving against each other. From this position, Sarabi could feel the growing erection in his pants. She started moving her hips in light circles to hopefully relieve some of the heat building in her core. Even though she had never done any of this, she had read and dreamt enough to know what to roughly do. Alfred noticed the sudden friction being added to his erection and groaned aloud. The sound was music to Sarabi’s ears. Her hips continued to move until Alfred grabbed her hips and stopped her movements. She whined at the loss of friction as the heat pooled in her core. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Alfred asked as his arms wrapped around her waist, halting her movements completely. Sarabi felt nerves build as she finally took a moment to stop and think about this. She didn’t want her lust to cloud her judgement. She knew she was ready but hadn’t fully let the idea of what followed register in her mind. She was a virgin, she had never done this and she most certainly didn’t want to disappoint Alfred. 

“Yes but um Alfred I’m a virgin,” Sarabi looked away bashfully before Alfred’s fingers tilted her face back to him.

“No need to feel ashamed. I would be honoured to be your first and promise to make the most memorable experience but only if you want to,” Alfred explained and Sarabi’s heart fluttered.

“I’m sure, I just don’t wanna disappoint you,” Sarabi was starting to lose all the confidence she had before as she realised the act that followed. She was never a shy woman but around Alfred, she guessed she’d always be a little timid. 

“You could never disappoint me, darling,” Alfred reassured and Sarabi grinned with pride.

“Let’s go up to your room,” Alfred stood up with Sarabi and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her up the stairs and to her room with graceful ease. 

Once they were in her room, Alfred placed her on the bed like she was fine china that could break at any given moment. He was being much more delicate after finding out it was her first time. To Alfred, this meant he couldn’t disappoint her, not the other way around. 

Sarabi laid on her back with her head on one of the pillows. Alfred rested above her, holding his weight up with his hands. He leant down and they kissed again. This kiss was passionate but soft and Sarabi wrapped her hands around his neck while he put his on her hips. Alfred moved his attention to the bottom of her dress. He toyed with the material in his fingers and stopped kissing Sarabi.

“At any moment you tell me to stop, okay? If you’re not comfortable or something hurts just tell me, alright? Tonight is about you, darling. Your pleasure is above mine, always,” Alfred looked at Sarabi for confirmation to take off her dress and she nodded. Alfred pulled the material over her head, leaving Sarabi in just her bra and panties. Sarabi was going to cover herself out of instinct but from the starstruck look on Alfred’s face, she didn’t need to. Alfred was completely and utterly enthralled by her. 

“You’re beautiful, Sarabi, gorgeous,” Alfred praised and Sarabi’s cheeks blushed red. She had never received such a compliment from anybody when she was this bare, it made her chest fill with warmth. 

Alfred kissed her neck lightly as his fingers unclasped her bra with expertise. Sarabi knew Alfred would have done this with many women before but that didn’t bother her. She was his only one right now and she was what mattered at that moment. Alfred took her bra off and dropped it off the bed. His eyes dropped to her breasts and Sarabi felt her cheeks warm from embarrassment. She had never been this exposed to anybody.

Alfred’s head dipped down and he started kissing and sucking on her left nipple while he massaged and pinched her right with calloused but somehow still soft hands. The feeling was like nothing Sarabi had ever felt before. She breathed out heavily as all his attention was on her breasts. She moaned particularly loud when his sucking pressure increased. He then switched over so his lips were on her right nipple and his hand on her left nipple. 

Sarabi ran her hands through Alfred’s locks of hair as waves of pleasure rolled over her. The heat in her core was becoming nearly unbearable and she needed something to be met there. Alfred sensed her squirming and stopped his ministrations on her chest. He cupped Sarabi through her panties and looked back at her for permission. Sarabi nodded and he slipped off her panties slowly. Once they were off he also chucked them without a care in the world where they went. Sarabi chuckled at his carelessness and Alfred smiled back. 

Alfred kissed Sarabi as his right hand started massaging her core. Sarabi gasped into Alfred’s mouth as the pleasure started up again. It was better than anything her dreams had fabricated, yet again. Alfred let one finger slip between her folds, testing the waters. From the way Sarabi’s back arched, he knew she enjoyed it. He moved his finger in and out and Sarabi swore under her breath. It was so much more stimulating.

“Shit!” Sarabi gasped as Alfred added another finger. He hoped that his ministrations could ready Sarabi for what happened after. He didn’t want her to feel any pain, so he did everything he could to relieve her of any discomfort. His thumb went to her clit and moved in slow and deliberate circles.

“Oh, Alfred, fuck yes!” Sarabi moaned out as the stimulation to her clit was added. She had never felt the pleasure she was feeling now. It clouded her mind as her euphoria was fast approaching. 

Alfred could tell she was close from the way she squirmed uncontrollably. He added more pressure to her clit and also pinched her right nipple with his free hand. This made Sarabi cry out as her climax neared.

“Let go, baby,” Alfred whispered in her ear and his husky, resonant voice in her ear was enough and Sarabi moaned Alfred’s name. Her orgasm numbed her mind, having never experienced a release that amazing. When she was by herself with just her hand she either got bored and stopped or had a small and unsatisfying release. 

Sarabi closed her eyes as Alfred allowed her to recover from the orgasm. She slowly opened her eyes to find Alfred sucking his fingers clean. The image caught Sarabi off guard. She had never seen it ever but it was titillating to hear Alfred groan at her taste.

“You taste exquisite, Sarabi,” Alfred commented with a lecherous wink that mirrored her’s from the gala. Sarabi bit her lip to hold in a whimper.  

Alfred moved back up to her face and looked deep into Sarabi’s eyes.

“If you want to stop there that’s fine or if you don’t feel ready for the actual sex there are more things I would love to do that involve my mouth, the choice is yours, Sarabi,” Alfred was a giver and always was. He would much rather please Sarabi than make her do something she wasn’t fully ready for.

As much as Sarabi was curious and extremely turned on by the prospect of Alfred going down on her but right now there was something else she wanted.

“I want you, all of you,” Sarabi answered, suddenly confident. This boost of confidence was a direct result of Alfred. He was giving her a choice and she knew he would never dare to hurt her. He was the most perfect gentleman.

“As you wish, ma’am,” Alfred smiled before kissing Sarabi again. His lips on hers were enough to turn her on even more. With her boost of confidence, Sarabi started undoing the buttons of Alfred’s shirt. She slipped it off after all the buttons were undone and sighed. He looked pretty much the same as her dreams. He was lean but still defined from years of SAS training. There were a few scars from his years as a soldier but also possibly Bruce’s failed experiments. Sarabi’s adoration for Alfred grew even more. She traced the scars on his chest, wanted to know the story of each scar. Alfred was always a little conscious of his scars but from Sarabi’s look of admiration, he knew she was the one. The look of love on her face was almost too much for Alfred but he soaked it up. Sarabi didn’t need to voice her praise, her eyes did all the talking. The eyes are gateways to the soul, the eyes can never tell lies and Sarabi’s were revealing every little truth.

She shied away from his pants so he did it for her. He took off his pants and looked back at Sarabi whose eyes were fixated on his crotch. Her eyes were not fearful but rather curious. He slowly took off his boxers and sighed lightly at the freedom. Sarabi’s inexperienced hand reached out to touch him but Alfred grasped her wrist lightly.

“Not right now, tonight is all about you, Sarabi,” as much as Alfred would love to have Sarabi return the favour from before, it wasn’t what he wanted now. Right now it was all about Sarabi. In his mind, he was just a background character. 

Alfred massaged her core again to make sure she was ready. With the evidence of her previous orgasm, Alfred hoped it would make it less painful. Though she was physically ready, he wanted to make sure, triple check, that she was mentally prepared.

“Now this will hurt, how much I can’t say but please if you want to stop at any time just tell me, okay?” Alfred placed his hands on her hips and lined himself up with her entrance. 

“Okay,” Sarabi nodded in confirmation and held onto Alfred’s shoulders as he entered her. 

Sarabi winced as Alfred cautiously entered her with all the care in the world, kissing her in apology. He entered her further and Sarabi hissed at the burn. It wasn’t horrible but it was extremely uncomfortable with a side of pain. Alfred stopped and let her adjust. Sarabi’s eyes were screwed shut in discomfort and Alfred’s heart dropped. 

“Sarabi, we can do this another time if it’s too much,” Alfred suggested as his movement stopped completely. His self-control and restraint were impeccable and it made Sarabi feel safe. He was stopping his own urge for pleasure to make sure she was feeling hers.

“No, no, it’s alright, keep going, I trust you,” Sarabi’s words struck Alfred right in the heart. She trusted him, she trusted him with her virginity and her pleasure. Alfred became even more determined to please Sarabi beyond compare.

Alfred entered her and while he did he rubbed her clit to hopefully distract from the pain. It seemed to work as Sarabi’s whimpers of pain were also partnered with whimpers of pleasure. Finally, he bottomed out and stopped his movements.

“You ready, Sarabi?” Alfred questioned with his hands still placed firmly on her hips.

“Yeah, Alfred, I’m ready,” Sarabi assured Alfred while she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Alfred moved back out slowly and Sarabi let out a small whimper. The burn was strong but not completely unbearable as Alfred made circles over her clit with his thumb. Alfred then entered her again and the burn subsided. It became more and more bearable as Alfred’s eyes were looking into hers. Sarabi could sense his yearn to go faster but he kept up his slow pace to not hurt Sarabi.

“You can go faster, Alfred,” Sarabi reassured, feeling less and less pain.

“Are you sure?” Alfred asked as he tried to hold in his groan. Sarabi felt amazing and he fought the inevitable animalistic urge to pound into her, that wouldn’t do. Sarabi deserved better and Sarabi meant more to him than that.

“Yes,” Sarabi nodded and Alfred complied. He picked up the pace and Sarabi could feel the burn slowly fade.

Eventually, Sarabi felt no pain and just a buzz of pleasure. Alfred moved faster as Sarabi moaned in his ear. The sound was euphonious and he wanted to hear more of it. He moved his head down and sucked on her nipple, hoping to draw out more sounds of pleasure from Sarabi. At the added pressure to her breast, Sarabi groaned louder, the feeling sending her brain back to euphoria. 

“Oh, Alfred, that feels so good,” Sarabi breathlessly praised before falling into a chant of moans as Alfred’s hips snapped just the slightest bit harder. Alfred groaned as the pleasure filled his body.

“You’re incredible, Sarabi,” Alfred growled in her ear and Sarabi moaned in return. 

The whole experience was exceeding all exceptions. His scent and voice were only adding to the pleasure. He moved skilfully, hitting every nerve with perfect precision. Their bodies fit together like a jigsaw puzzle. It was like they were made for each other. It was like her body was designed for him to take. Sarabi couldn’t see anyone else taking care of her the way Alfred was. This was a first of many firsts, she knew she’d remember forever.

“Oh shit!” Sarabi gasped as the knot low in her body grew tighter. The knot was unyielding and becoming tighter with every thrust from Alfred. 

Sensing she was close, Alfred drew circles over her clit to bring her climax closer and closer. Sarabi’s moans were growing louder and more intense every second. Her hands pulled on his locks of hair and Alfred growled as she yanked his head down to her lips. 

Their lips moved together fervidly as they both chased their highs. Alfred’s thrusts became quicker and harder while his thumb applied pressure to her clit. Their euphorias were close and both their moans grew in volume. Sarabi could feel the knot about to unravel and needed it to.

“Come on, darling, let go,” Alfred moaned in Sarabi’s ear and at his lascivious words, she unravelled. 

“Alfred!” Sarabi cried as she reached euphoria. Her orgasm hit her harder than before and she continued moaning as she rode it out. Her nails scraped down Alfred’s back adding to Alfred’s bliss.

“Sarabi!” Alfred groaned loudly as he reached his release and let go. At the sound of her voice leaving Alfred’s lip so sinfully, Sarabi moaned once more.

Alfred’s hips eventually stilled as both of them let the glow of their orgasms fill their senses. Alfred looked down in Sarabi’s eyes with all the adoration in the world and Sarabi pulled him down for a kiss. 

It was one full of gratitude. Sarabi was so thankful that she could share such a wonderful moment with Alfred. There was no other man on the planet she could see herself with. Their lips parted reluctantly to fill their lungs with much-needed air. Alfred then pulled out of her slowly and moved to her side, laying his head against the pillow.

“How was that, Sarabi?” Alfred turned to face Sarabi and she smirked.

“Amazing,” Sarabi sighed, finally her lust had been satisfied. She was more than glad that out of the two options of telling Alfred of her lust, the much more pleasurable one occurred. 

“Are you hurt at all?” Alfred asked, looking over her body. He sure as hell enjoyed himself and Sarabi said she did too but he hoped he hadn’t hurt her.

“Alfred, I’m fine, you were perfect,” Sarabi put her hand on Alfred’s cheek and kissed him lightly.

“Thank you for trusting me with something so special, I’m truly honoured,” Alfred kissed her again and then Sarabi snuggled her head on his chest.

“Thank you, Alfred, I’ll never forget this moment,” Sarabi listened to Alfred’s heartbeat as she was slowly lulled to sleep.

“I know it seems sudden but I love you, Sarabi. I love you so incredibly much it hurts. You are a very brilliant woman and I love you very much,” Alfred confessed and Sarabi sat up with a big smile.

“I love you too, Alfred. I have for a while just ask Claudia about the dreams I had-” Sarabi stopped when she realised she gave away a little too much information. Alfred’s eyes squinted in curious confusion and Sarabi snickered. 

“That’s a story for another time, goodnight, Alfred,” Sarabi kissed him once again and laid her head back down on his chest.

She was going to have to thank Claudia for encouraging her to tell Alfred. That’s why she was her wing-woman. 

Sarabi had never been happier in her whole life. This moment she would cherish forever and always. ‘I am very glad my taste in men aged like fine wine’, Sarabi joked to herself before slipping into the best sleep she had ever had, with her head on Alfred’s chest.

<<CHAPTER 9<<  ~ ~ ~  >>CHAPTER 11>>

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~ C H A P T E R  9 ~

~ Masterlist ~

Pairing: Alfred Pennyworth x OFC

Series Summary: Sarabi Nichols is Bruce Wayne’s life long friend that aids in creating weaponry and making outfits. When she was younger she had a thing for Bruce but now her taste has aged. Considerably. Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce’s guardian and butler is more her style now. Despite this knew found liking, Sarabi feels trapped. She can’t talk to Bruce about it and clearly can’t mention it to Alfred. The only person she has is her best friend, Claudia. Sarabi has to fight the things she feels for the older man because he could never feel the same way back, right?

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Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2109

Author’s Note:

Other DC characters appear in this and I want to say I do not own the rights to these characters, all rights go to the owners. Thank you and enjoy!

Sarabi arrived back at Wayne Manor late in the afternoon. With her new found information on her attraction to Alfred, she felt good. She knew she was in love and didn’t need to dance around the subject when she was by herself. She was in love and admitted it openly to herself.

She trod carefully, hoping she wouldn’t run into Alfred. After her chat with Claudia earlier she knew she would tell him everything but right now she just needed to not scramble her brain. If she saw him her brain would scramble immediately and she might say something she’ll regret.

She made it into her room after moving around the mansion like a ninja and decided to lay down and relax. She just kept to herself and her thoughts. She knew what she had to do, she just hoped Bruce wasn’t around when she had to do it. She knew Bruce was protective of her and if he knew of her feelings for Alfred he would strongly advise against talking to him. He would probably be uncomfortable with the thought of his father figure possibly fucking his much younger friend. 

Sarabi was so wrapped up in her thoughts she didn’t notice the footsteps coming up the stairs. From her previous encounter with Alfred, she should’ve been more aware and alert but alas, she wasn’t. 

“Miss Nichols? Master Wayne wants to see you in the cave,” Alfred appeared in the doorway much like he did in the morning. Sarabi’s head snapped up and she kept her body from shutting down by sitting up. He ran a large hand through his hair and even the smallest action made Sarabi swoon like a schoolgirl.

“About what?” Sarabi inched closer to the door, hoping Alfred would move far out of the way so he couldn’t feel the heat radiating off her body.

“The matter of the meeting I am unaware of but it involves everybody,” Alfred did move over to let her through but not far enough. As soon as she passed Alfred, she felt her cheeks light up at how close they were. Sarabi was determined to tell Alfred everything because she couldn’t go on like this.

“Wait, what does everybody mean?” Sarabi questioned as they walked side by side to the Bat Cave. The close proximity of their bodies made it hard for Sarabi to string a sentence together without melting like ice cream on a hot day in Alfred’s arms, but she managed.

“Miss Prince, Mr Curry, Mr Allen and Mr Stone,” Alfred responded as they entered the elevator. Sarabi kept continuously looking over at Alfred out of the corner of her eye. She couldn’t help it, it was like her body did it without her permission. She was Eve and Alfred was the forbidden fruit. She knew she shouldn’t keep looking but she gave into temptation. As Claudia always said, ‘Forbidden fruit is always the sweetest’.

“Ooh, the Justice League,” Sarabi teased before stepping out of the elevator.

In front of her was the whole crew. Bruce stood at his desk while the others surrounded him. He was clearly giving them a debrief earlier. Diana Prince, Wonder Woman, stood there with her demigoddess, flawless beauty. There was Arthur Curry, Aquaman, the Atlantean half-blood that was the most intimidating of the bunch with his tall stature and strong build. Barry Allen, The Flash, was also present looking fascinated but also scared of the technology and people around him. Finally, there was Victor Stone, Cyborg, the one that Sarabi got along with the least as he was always pretty standoffish and cold towards her.

“Sarbi! There you are. Everybody if you don’t remember this is Sarabi, she provides tactical support,” Bruce explained as Sarabi stood next to Alfred behind the others.

“Yeah, I’m the reason your ass is still alive. Hey guys,” Sarabi greeted with a small wave that Barry returned. Barry was probably her best friend out of all of them. She’d only met him once or twice but he was around her age and reminded her of Claudia, just much nerdier.

“Alright now that you're here Sarabi, I need to inform you that we’re going away for some time, so you and Alfred will be by yourselves for a while,” Bruce explained and Sarabi tried to hide her fearful confusion. She was going to be left alone in Wayne Manor with Alfred. Sarabi didn’t think she could handle it and felt her curiosity and fear at what was to come bubbling over.

“How long will you be gone for?” Sarabi queried before taking a quick look at Alfred who had on the best Poker face ever. His face was completely indifferent. Either he already knew or didn’t care.

“A week or so, is that alright?” Bruce took notice of Sarabi’s flustered face but took it with a hefty grain of salt.

“Y-yeah, fine,” Sarabi quieted down towards the end and simply just put her head down. She was trying to hide all the emotions appearing on her face. She had so many mixed feelings about this.

For one she was excited, she would have enough time to tell Alfred how she felt without being interrupted and maybe she could get some action. Another side was curious as to what would happen and another side was completely and utterly terrified. Terrified that she’d chicken out and be left with her uncontrollable lust for a whole week with no escape. Therefore, Sarabi had no idea what to think or feel.

“Alrighty we are leaving in about 30 minutes, so everybody get ready,” Bruce announced and Sarabi’s breath caught in her throat. She had no time to get adjusted, she just had to get used to the conditions pretty quickly.

“Uh, Miss Nichols can you help me get the plane ready?” Alfred asked in a meek manner like he was afraid of rejection. Sarabi was confused by this but didn’t press the matter.

“Sure,” Sarabi’s nerves were getting increasingly more apparent as she followed Alfred to the plane.

Exactly 30 minutes later Sarabi and Alfred were bidding farewell to the plane as it flew off. Those 30 minutes were the quickest she had ever experienced. She was extremely interested to see where this lonesome experience with Alfred could lead but more anxious than anything.

She vowed to herself she would tell him no matter what and she wasn’t going to back out of her word now. She was going to tell Alfred that she had been lusting after him for weeks now and can’t hide her desire for him anymore. She thought of adding in those three little words but that seemed a bit rash. She would definitely add a take it or leave it at the end for good measure though.  

“I’m going to start making dinner, what would you like Miss Nichols?” Alfred inquired of her as soon as they were back in the cave.

“Anything Alfred, I’m not picky,” Sarabi couldn’t give two shits what they had for dinner as long as it came with loads of alcohol. She would need alcohol to get through the night.

“Very well, I’ll make it a surprise,” Alfred smiled lightly and the little imaginary boat holding all her lust in her mind capsized. She felt that twinge of desire course through her veins and she did nothing to stop it.

Tonight she would finally put to rest those yearning feelings that clawed at her body to be set free. She would get the answer she either craved or feared. He would tell her he felt the same way and fuck her into euphoria or he’d refuse her and the desire would stop scratching knowing it wouldn’t be satisfied. No matter what that outcome may be, she knew she would need tonnes of alcohol to go through with the confessing part.

Nothing else mattered right now. The impending doomsday of the world meant nothing to her if she didn’t put her feelings on the table. She would lay her cards out and either get a Royal Flush or a high card of 2. Either way, she would have an answer and the answer was what she needed.

Dinner was pleasant enough to take her mind off of the confession she knew would come soon after. He made feta cheese pasta, a new recipe he had heard about. It was mouth-wateringly delicious. Pasta was always Sarabi’s favourite meal and it also happened to be Alfred’s best.

They talked about the mission and their predictions on how it would go. Alfred cracked multiple jokes about Bruce and Sarabi let the laughter expel from her. She wasn’t over-exaggerating, Alfred was just really funny. She was also thankful that there was loads of wine to numb her nerves, even if it was only a tiny bit and only for a specific amount of time.

As soon as dinner was finished and they sat down in the lounge room to continue their chat, Sarabi felt all the anxiety from earlier creep into her body. Her heart started pounding violently as she sat down. Alfred shuffled closer to her and Sarabi’s nerves increased tenfold. Sarabi looked into Alfred’s eyes and started questioning her choice of confessing. Those intense orbs of brown stared back and could see the hesitance filling them.

“Miss Nichols? Are you alright?” Alfred placed his arm on the head of the couch behind Sarabi’s head and her breathing laboured. His hand was centimetres from her neck and she felt those hairs stand up at the closeness.

Sarabi’s lips opened to say something but then shut again. Sarabi was hesitating. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want to ruin what they had but she couldn’t keep living in a world of lost lust and not knowing whether her love was reciprocated. She needed an answer and knew it was the only way to get any source of ease. Either she would cry herself to sleep knowing he didn’t feel the same way or end with her head on Alfred’s chest. Though the latter option is what she hoped for, she knew both were better than the puddle of confused, nervous desire she was currently in.

“Alfred, I have something to say but I don’t know how to say it,” Sarabi started as she turned to face Alfred but averted his gaze.

“Take as much time as you need, Miss Nichols,” Alfred placed his wine glass down with deft fingers and turned back to Sarabi.

“For the past few weeks, since I returned, I have been feeling things I haven’t felt, like ever and, how do I say this?” Sarabi rubbed a hand over her face in annoyance. Just say it! she screamed at herself in her head.

“I have developed an attraction for you, Alfred, a liking, and just need you to know this. I need you in my life, Alfred. I hope it doesn’t change anything and you don’t have to feel pressured to return the feelings,” Sarabi practically stuttered through the awkward sentence and refused to look at Alfred. She chickened out of saying those 3 little words but realised it would probably overwhelm him. She knew he’d reject her, there was no way he felt the same way. Sarabi’s nerves had flown through the roof as Alfred sat there in silence. He was absorbing the confession and the gears were turning in his brain.

Just as Sarabi was about to get up and leave, to get out of the situation, Alfred cleared his throat.

“Miss Nichols, I will be honest, I don’t know how you want me to respond,” Alfred stated and Sarabi felt her world crash around her. He didn’t feel the same way. Fucking idiot! To think he might feel the same! Sarabi felt like punching a wall as tears threatened to spill down her cheeks.

“Alfred just say something, say anything, please,” Sarabi begged as a small tear escaped her eye and dripped down her cheek.

“You don’t have to feel the same way but please don’t stay silent. I can’t take it anymore,” Sarabi croaked as the tears cascaded like a waterfall. She didn’t try to hold them back because it would be useless. This was one of the most heartbreaking moments she had ever experienced. It felt like someone had taken their hand and squeezed her heart.

“Miss Nichols, please look at me,” Alfred pulled Sarabi’s gaze away from her shoes and took in her tear-stained face.

“Just give me an answer, please,” Sarabi croaked out as she worked hard to keep his gaze.

Finally, Alfred answered, “I need you in my life too, Sarabi.”

<<CHAPTER 8<<  ~ ~ ~  >>CHAPTER 10>>

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~ C H A P T E R  8 ~

~ Masterlist ~

Pairing: Alfred Pennyworth x OFC

Series Summary: Sarabi Nichols is Bruce Wayne’s life long friend that aids in creating weaponry and making outfits. When she was younger she had a thing for Bruce but now her taste has aged. Considerably. Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce’s guardian and butler is more her style now. Despite this knew found liking, Sarabi feels trapped. She can’t talk to Bruce about it and clearly can’t mention it to Alfred. The only person she has is her best friend, Claudia. Sarabi has to fight the things she feels for the older man because he could never feel the same way back, right?

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Warnings: Swearing, sexual references

Word Count: 1831

Author’s Note:

If you didn’t see it in my last post, I just wanted to say that I am returning to work soon so my posting schedule will not be as consistent. Apologies but for now, enjoy!

Sarabi’s eyes fluttered open as soft morning light filtered through her curtains. She felt warm and tingly all over but couldn’t remember having a sex dream that night. She felt around her nightgown and found no evidence. Suddenly, like a large wave, all the previous night’s events replayed in her mind.

She remembered the way every person stared at her as she graced those stairs. She remembered dancing with that old guy and then with the young, skinny Edward Nygma that she introduced to Claudia. 

But the thing that was making her feel so pleased was the moments she shared with Alfred. She recounted their sensual dance as if they’d done it millions of times before and the way he talked to her in his jealous almost possessive tone. The dance and the small encounter that happened afterwards replayed in her mind and made her sigh contently.

At that moment, her phone pinged. She turned over with a gruff and grabbed the phone. On her screen was a text from Claudia.

So...did you get some? ;)

Sarabi’s smile faded when she realised what this all meant. She would have to face Alfred today and what was she supposed to do? Act like nothing happened or address the ache in her core that had started building. She felt a pinch of annoyance as she thought about how she could’ve ended the night with Alfred in her bed. 

Sarabi rolled back over and slapped her forehead. ‘What the fuck am I suppose to do?’ Sarabi stressed over and over again before deciding to text Claudia back.

No, did you?

Sarabi tried to distract herself by making conversation with Claudia but it didn’t help. Her body yearned for Alfred in a way it hadn’t before. Sarabi knew this stronger craving was because of how close she got to what she wanted last night. She didn’t know how long she could stand it.

Aw, that’s too bad. You’ll get him eventually. And yes I did get some and it wasn’t half bad. 

Sarabi was glad Claudia had some fun but now she wanted to have her own fun. She didn’t know what to do but she knew Claudia would.

What the fuck should I do? Do I act as if nothing happened?

Sarabi texted, hoping that Claudia had all the answers she needed.

Talk to him. When you get a spare chance. I might come over later and we can discuss it further, alright Sarbi? Gtg but I love you and go get some ;)

Claudia’s answer made Sarabi’s nerves fly through the roof but she made the decision. She’d discuss it with Claudia, hopefully, and get all the advice she needed. She would then, when she got a private, spare chance, talk to Alfred and see what happens. It could ruin everything they had but if it went the way she wanted, it could have some of the most delicious payoff.

Please, come over. I need your guidance, wise one! Love ya.

She texted back almost instantly. Sarabi knew it was the only way to know for sure. If she didn’t talk with him she would never know.

Sarabi managed to avoid Alfred for the day as he was in the ballroom helping clean up. Sarabi busied herself with work in the cave that ranged from weapons manufacturing to hacking into security cameras and surveying crime. In retrospect, she’s very glad that Bruce had that gala because now Alfred would be away for the whole day.

Halfway through the day, Sarabi realised what she was doing was useless so she retired to her room. Having no clue what else to do, she read, watched some TV and even had a random shower. She was bored and kind of wishing she had some sort of work to do.

“Miss Nichols?” The sonorous British voice registered in her ears while she put away a pair of socks. She turned around quickly and felt all rationality leave her mind. Everything she had prepared before was completely washed from her mind like a sandcastle during high tide. She marvelled at how Alfred, without any effort, could make her mind unravel like that.

“Miss Nichols?” Alfred’s head inclined when Sarabi didn’t respond. She then quickly snapped out of her trance and shook her head, her curls bouncing on her shoulders.

“Yes, Alfred?” Sarabi let go of a shaky breath as her heart thumped against her chest.

“Miss Flynn is here to see you,” Alfred responded with the most professional voice Sarabi had ever heard him use. It was like he was trying to be overly professional.

“She didn’t tell me she would be here,” Sarabi wasn’t surprised though, Claudia was the ultimate best friend. She was there for her whenever she needed it.

Sarabi walked up to where Alfred was standing and watched how his eyes flickered down to her lips and back up to her eyes. Sarabi gave a similar stare to Alfred hoping he would just confess to her first. The tension between the two was thick.

After the dance the two shared the feelings between the two seemed much hotter and heavier. The tension was extreme and almost unbearably. She would love to get it other with and jump Alfred’s bones but he had other plans. 

“Miss Flynn is waiting,” Alfred reminded Sarabi as her body moved closer to his. Sarabi didn’t even notice she was doing it.

“Right, thanks,” Sarabi quickly scurried away to find Claudia watching from the bottom of the staircase.

“Did I interrupt?” Claudia asked with a worried but playful tone. She hoped she hadn’t interrupted an important moment but also hoped that things were moving forward.

“You interrupted nothing, let’s go,” Sarabi grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her along.

“Where are we going?” Claudia questioned, thinking they would just talk at Wayne Manor.

“Anywhere but here,” Sarabi responded, she looked back to find Alfred watching her from the staircase. Those eyes were burning into her but as soon as Sarabi caught them, he turned around and walked away. The voyeuristic stares shared between the two were growing in number. Sarabi had no idea what to do about it. Sarabi just hoped Claudia had all the answers.

The two girls ended up having lunch at some swanky 50s style diner in downtown Gotham. They were seated at a red leather booth in the very corner. Claudia had in front of her a cheeseburger, fries and a large coke. Sarabi consumed and thoroughly enjoyed a hot dog, fries and a cherry cola milkshake.

While they ate, they discussed everything that needed mentioning. 

“So, how was Edward Nygma?” Sarabi wanted to know all the details and knew Claudia would share them without a care in the world.

“He’s got some weird quirks, that’s for sure, like he kept giving me riddles the entire night but I like riddles so it was kinda cute. We went back to my place and did it in my bed, on my couch and on my kitchen counter,” Claudia listed off the places she had sex with Edward Nygma and Sarabi scoffed.

“Jesus Claudia! I wouldn’t be surprised if you ended up with an STD at some point,” Sarabi took a sip from her milkshake while Claudia rolled her eyes.

“They’re called STIs and I get tested regularly, I also always use protection,” Claudia stated matter-of-factually while shoving a bunch of french fries in her mouth.

“Is that what you did with Edward?” Sarabi teased and Claudia threw a fry in retaliation.

“No, but yes,” Claudia answered and the two girls giggled like school children.

“So, was he good?” Sarabi inquired, throwing a fry back at Claudia.

“Well I fucked him 3 times on 3 different surfaces, so,” Claudia chuckled while the waitress walking past stared on in disgust.

“I’m guessing he was pretty good,” Sarabi watched as the same waitress’ mouth hung open in utter disbelief. Sarabi had no idea what was wrong, they were talking quietly so the family a couple of booths over couldn’t hear and it was a free country after all. Sarabi just rolled her eyes at the waitress and she went on with her duties.

“Who are you rolling your eyeballs at?” Claudia looked behind her in the most unsubtle fashion and Sarabi slapped her arm.

“The waitress, now turn around before you get us kicked out,” Sarabi pulled Claudia by her shirt back into her seat and she pouted her lips in mock sadness.

“Okay, mother!” Claudia chastised with an overly dramatic eye roll and huff.

“Can we talk about Alfred now?” Sarabi looked around cautiously and she had no idea why. It’s not like Alfred would be around or had supersonic hearing.

“Right, right, right, let’s get down to business,” Claudia clasped her hands together and leaned against the table as if it was an interview.

“You reckon I should just talk to him?” Sarabi scratched the back of her neck nervously at the thought of confessing her feelings.

“Yes girl, definitely! Talking sorts everything out. You just sit him down and tell him how you feel,” Claudia explained as if she’d given the same talk a million times.

“But I don’t know how I feel,” Sarabi huffed in annoyance. She didn’t know if it was love, liking or something entirely different.

“Of course you do. Look deep into your heart and look. Do you find Alfred there?” Claudia spoke in a soothing voice as if she was a yoga instructor.

“As if Alfred is where?” Sarabi queried, confused beyond belief. Claudia could be overly poetic sometimes.

“Your heart, dipshit! Do you see him in your heart?” Claudia allowed ample time for Sarabi to take a look. 

Sarabi let her mind wander to the man being discussed. She felt the suave brilliance that followed him wherever he went. She saw his beautiful locks of hair and deep brown eyes. She heard his voice, low and rich with expression and British excellence. She could also smell his aroma, musky and deliciously masculine with the right hint of cologne. She experienced Alfred in every facet. She saw him, heard him, smelt him and felt him. He was everywhere. He was on her mind, behind her eyes, burning her core and in her heart.

“Yes, I do,” Sarabi opened her eyes and saw Claudia smile mischievously. 

“Then you love him! Simple as that, do you see yourself with him in the future?” Claudia took another fry and swallowed it greedily.

“I hope so,” Sarabi took a gluttonous gulp of her cherry cola milkshake, feeling the cool, sweet liquid burst in her mouth.

“So yes. It’s love, girl and believe me I do know what love is,” Claudia reassured when Sarabi’s head cocked to the side.

“So I love him?” Sarabi’s mind seemed to clear when the realisation hit.

“I do. I love Alfred,” Sarabi admitted to herself and for once, she felt relieved. 

For once she knew what she was, she was in love.

<<CHAPTER 7<<  ~ ~ ~  >>CHAPTER 9>>

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~ C H A P T E R  7 ~

~ Masterlist ~

Pairing: Alfred Pennyworth x OFC

Series Summary: Sarabi Nichols is Bruce Wayne’s life long friend that aids in creating weaponry and making outfits. When she was younger she had a thing for Bruce but now her taste has aged. Considerably. Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce’s guardian and butler is more her style now. Despite this knew found liking, Sarabi feels trapped. She can’t talk to Bruce about it and clearly can’t mention it to Alfred. The only person she has is her best friend, Claudia. Sarabi has to fight the things she feels for the older man because he could never feel the same way back, right?

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Warnings: Sexual innuendo, swearing

Word Count: 4019

Author’s Note:

In this chapter a classic DC character appears (they won’t be a recurring character, just a little nod). I want to preface this by saying I do not own the rights to that character and have also changed their backstory slightly. There’s also a couple of references to previous Batman films. One other thing, I am returning to work in the next few days and that means that my posting schedule with be much less consistent, sorry. Also apologies this chapter’s a bit long but still, I hope you enjoy!

The process of getting Sarabi and Claudia ready for the gala was both stressful and relaxing at the same time. The whole operation took at least 7 hours and the gala started at 7, so they had 9 hours from the time they got up.

It started with the two girls cleaning Sarabi’s bed from all of Sarabi’s previous experiences. They then had a warm bubble bath each and Claudia instructed Sarabi to scrub every inch of her skin.

The two girls then got dressed in simple clothing and Bruce welcomed in his private spa technicians. The lady was named Frida and she had a sidekick Jonathan that was in training. Claudia planned to get Jonathan’s number before quickly realising he was much more interested in Bruce. Sarabi had to hold in her giggles at Claudia’s disappointed face.

Sarabi and Claudia both got their nails done, Claudia’s a dusty sand colour and Sarabi’s a deep red. They each got every follicle of hair removed from their bodies and then a cleansing facial. 

After the spa part was taken care of, they bid farewell to Frida and Jonathan and had lunch. It was already 1 o’clock and Bruce was busy looking over the final decor for the mansion. 

Sarabi’s mind had been completely distracted from Alfred with everything that had been going on but as soon as she and Claudia stepped foot in the dining room it all came back to her. Alfred wore an apron over his clothes as he dished up their lunches. Sarabi’s heart started beating so fast like a rabbit running from a fox. Claudia noticed her sudden behaviour change and tapped her shoulder.

“Relax girl, I’m right here,” Claudia assured her as the two sat down.

“Thank you, Alfred, this looks amazing,” Claudia’s mouth practically watered at the display in front of her. Claudia rarely got treats like this and she worshipped Alfred’s cooking as much as Sarabi.

“Thanks, Alfred,” Sarabi then dug into her plate of pasta.

“You are more than welcome, ladies. If you need me I’ll be in the ballroom. Master Wayne is being the picky bastard that he is,” Alfred dissed Bruce and Sarabi couldn’t help but laugh.

“Alfred!” Bruce’s voice screamed and Sarabi rolled her eyes. His voice was so whiny and loud. He was clearly stressed because of this gala.

“Master Wayne, I’m coming! Calm the hell down!” Alfred yelled back before turning back the women.

“See what I have to deal with?” Alfred fixed his glasses before rushing off to Bruce.

“Thanks again, Alfred,” Sarabi commented to his retreating form.

“My pleasure,” Alfred turned his head around, bowed slightly and ran off to the ballroom as Bruce continued shouting the house down.

Sarabi gaped after Alfred and kept looking at where he had been just a few seconds before.

“Sarabi!" Claudia waved a hand in front of her zoned out face to get her attention.

“Wow, you must really be in love,” Claudia commented and Sarabi snapped her attention back to her.

“I am not in love. I am infatuated,” Sarabi corrected but couldn’t meet Claudia’s gaze. Sarabi didn’t know if she was in love. 

Whenever she saw Alfred her breath came out heavier and her heartbeat quickened. She also became immediately turned on without him needing to do anything. She had no idea what it was she was feeling but she didn’t think it was just lust now.

“No darling, infatuation is short-lived, this has been going on for way too long to just be an infatuation,” Claudia explained with a shoulder shrug.

“Right now it doesn’t matter. Tonight you’re gonna blow him away and maybe get some, you never know,” Claudia beamed as she spoke and Sarabi’s body filled with hope.

“Who knows?” Sarabi finished up her pasta and the two girls talked for longer than they should have. They only had about 5 hours to get the rest of their looks put together and knowing Claudia, she’d take all the time she could get.

It was a good decision on Claudia’s part to start getting ready at 10 o’clock as makeup and hair, on both of them, took a collective 4 hours. Sarabi still can’t believe she sat there for 2 and a half hours while Claudia fussed over what the hairstylist and makeup artist should do. Claudia ended up having her hair parted on the right and curled lightly. She also placed it on her left shoulder. She looked effortlessly and classically beautiful. Claudia had such a unique and model-like look, it was astounding. Claudia also wore more very simple makeup with some golden shimmer on her eyes.

Sarabi was much less fussy about her look but Claudia made up for it by fussing for her. She said it had to be perfect and nothing short of it. Sarabi opted to have her naturally curly hair but part it the same as Claudia. She also had very light makeup but decided to wear a deep red lip to go with her dress. 

Once their hair and makeup were done, it was time for the outfits to come together. It was 6:30 and Claudia planned for the two of them to be fashionably late. Claudia had this all planned out like it was a spy mission.

“I’m gonna go down first and find Bruce and Alfred. I’ll tell them that you should be down any minute and then there you are. You come down that staircase like you own the joint, which you will,” Claudia further reiterated her point with large hand motions.

“Don’t you wanna walk down together?” Sarabi asked, confused. She thought they’d be much more powerful together.

“No, because how will we know if Alfred is watching? You need him to be watching. Cause once he sees you and your assets, he’ll swoon,” Claudia reassured as she stepped into her dress. Sarabi helped her pull it up and was stunned by Claudia’s effortless beauty. The dress Claudia wore was gorgeous. It was a golden, spaghetti-strapped Jovani gown with a sweetheart neckline. 

“Wow, I look hot but not as hot as you. Let’s get you dressed,” Claudia spun around quickly before picking up Sarabi’s gown.

“Holy shit! You’re gonna look so hot,” Claudia assisted Sarabi in getting the dress on and Claudia’s mouth dropped. Her eyes bugged out and she gasped.

“Sarbi! You look stunning! You look perfect,” Claudia moved aside so she could peer in the mirror and Sarabi didn’t even recognise herself. It was a Lora tight-fitting, multiway red gown that accentuated her silhouette. She sported it with both straps coming straight down over her breasts and there was a small court train behind her. It was made of satin and shone in the light.

“Fuck! I do,” Sarabi marvelled at how extraordinary she looked.

“How are we doing for time?” Sarabi asked as the nerves started building up again. She was anxious to impress Alfred but was also scared about the other men and how they’d drool over her.

“Gala just started,” and just as Claudia answered, a large bout of laughter filled the house.

“There they are,” Sarabi put on her silver diamond high heels and her silver necklace with an eye-catching ruby in the centre. She also put on her matching earrings while Claudia put on her limited accessories. 

The two girls turned and looked at each other. They nodded which was a mutual sign of their readiness to steal the spotlight. 

They waited for a while, just doing small touch-ups here and there.

“It is now 7:14, in about 5 minutes or so I’ll text you to walk down. Good luck, you’ll rock it,” Claudia gave her a large hug before walking down to the party.

Sarabi could feel the nerves gradually build up as she stood there waiting for her text. She hated living to impress a man but this was the only reason she was there. She wanted Alfred to feel the same things she had been feeling for the past weeks. For Alfred, she made an exception. She was going to this gala for one thing and one thing only, to impress a man.

Just then she got a text from Claudia.

They’re ready. I requested this song by the way. Steal the show xx

Sarabi could hear Feeling Good by Michael Bublé start playing and she snickered. Claudia stood by the fact that walking to this song screamed power and Sarabi didn’t disagree.

Sarabi made her way to the staircase and peered around the corner. She could see a clear path from the top of the stairs of Wayne Manor to Claudia, Bruce and Alfred’s spot in the ballroom. 

Sarabi’s breath caught in her throat when her eyes spotted Alfred. He was dressed in a simple black and white suit with a red and black bow tie. Even though it was simple, he made it look like the most sophisticated and classy thing on the planet. 

She breathed out heavily and then harnessed all the sexual feelings she had for Alfred. She used these to fuel her confidence as she made her way to the top of the stairs. She leant into her right hip and looked around the ballroom with her head held high. She noticed the many men and women who turned to look at her. 

Sarabi’s skin glowed under the chandelier and the satin of her dress gleamed with it. She looked ethereal, like a Greek goddess but also dangerous, like a vampire or siren looking to capture the hearts and souls of men. She looked and walked like a seductress. But there was only one man on her mind and she locked eyes with him as she stalked down the stairs slowly, deliberately. 

Every man and woman in the room watched her make her way down the grand staircase. The song, her outfit, everything about her was exquisite, graceful and demanding. She commanded the attention of everybody in the room and those who were facing the other way felt the sudden urge to turn around as well. Each step she took, another head turned in her direction until every person was under her spell. Sarabi loved the power she had and enjoyed how each person was lost for words.

Alfred also couldn’t take his eyes off Sarabi and it seemed like he was caught in a whirlpool, not being able to pull himself out of her grasp. His jaw dropped as she looked at him with the same intensity. Alfred always found Sarabi beautiful, she was easily one of the most attractive women he had ever laid eyes on but tonight she blew all the competition out of the park. She looked powerful, dangerous and dominant. Alfred was hexed by her and trapped in her spell. She was a sweet siren singing a song in the water and he had followed her in and drowned. He had drowned in her beauty and had no complaints whatsoever. She held all the power over him and he let her take up all the room in his mind. 

Alfred felt nervous but excited as she strutted towards him slowly, knowing exactly what she did to him. Sarabi revelled in the power she had other Alfred at this moment. She could see the way he licked his lips and watched her intently with his deeply inquisitive brown eyes. 

“Sarbi, my God you look beautiful,” Bruce commented, handing her a champagne glass. 

“Thanks, Bruce. You look like shit,” Sarabi joked while taking a sip of the champagne.

“Just kidding, you look amazing as always,” Sarabi exaggerated her movements and Bruce scrunched up his nose mockingly. 

Sarabi looked at Alfred and watched his eyes look over her body carefully. He didn’t miss an inch of her, he took in every little bit. Sarabi had her intended effect as Alfred’s tongue tied itself into knots. He didn’t know what to say but when his eyes made their way back to Sarabi’s, she smirked and Alfred blushed lightly. ‘She caught me!’ Alfred thought as he panicked internally. 

“Miss Nichols, you look stunning,” Alfred was hypnotised by her very being and Sarabi smirked brightly but could feel her mouth go dry at his compliment.

“Thank you, Alfred. You look good yourself,” Sarabi commented, snatching all the breath from his lungs. Alfred nodded quickly before downing the rest of his drink.

“Thank you, Miss Nichols,” he croaked out quickly before grabbing another glass of champagne.

“Sarbi, you have taken the words from my mouth. Sarabi, the light of my life, fire of my loins,” Claudia quoted as Sarabi chuckled.

“Claudia, what the hell are you even saying?” Sarabi looked at Claudia but kept an eye on Alfred. He was still transfixed and trying to gain his urbane, charming persona again.

“It’s from the book I’m reading but you look hot as hell,” Claudia gave her the flattering remark as she also finished her drink. 

“Thanks, Claudia, you have set fire to my loins as well,” Sarabi laughed with Claudia at her misquote.

“I think you’ve set fire to a certain somebody’s loins,” Claudia observed as she whispered to Sarabi.

“Shut up,” Sarabi blushed at the thought of Alfred being turned on by her but she knew it had to be true. Nobody acts like Alfred just did if they weren’t turned on to some extent. 

“Ma’am, would you care to dance with me?” A man asked from behind Sarabi. She turned around and nearly choked on her champagne. It was some old, balding man with a beer gut. He wore a simple suit and reeked of way too much cologne. He wore even more than Bruce.

Sarabi looked back at Claudia for help. She had been at the gala for less than 5 minutes and the men in the building were already asking her to dance. Claudia gestured with her head and gave a small thumbs up. Sarabi cringed but turned back to the man with a smile. She looked Alfred’s way and noticed the way his jaw clenched.

“Of course,” Sarabi took his hand as he led her out to the dance floor.

While they danced he asked a million questions. He asked how old she was, what she did for a living, how she knew Bruce and so forth. He was the most boring man on the planet but Sarabi didn’t want to piss him off.

“Do you mind if I step in?” A younger man around Sarabi’s age questioned and the older man pulled Sarabi closer to him. This man was tall and skinny with pale skin. He wore a green suit with black gloves and a pair of thick-rimmed glasses. From the suit alone Sarabi could tell he was eccentric and would fit right with Claudia. He wasn’t bad looking, just not her type.

“Can’t you see we’re busy,” the older man stated and Sarabi pursed her lips in annoyance. This younger man noticed that and put a hand on the man’s shoulder.

“I think it’s time for the lady to move on,” the younger man was persistent and grabbed Sarabi’s waist and pulled her away.

“Fine, you can have her anyways,” the older man walked off defeated and Sarabi started dancing with the young man.

“Edward Nygma, and you are?” Edward asked with a kind smile.

“Sarabi Nichols, nice to meet you,” Sarabi thought the man was cute but her eyes were set on another man.

They danced around the floor and Edward kept his hand chastely on her waist, unlike the old man who tried countless times to move it lower. He seemed gentlemanly enough but something about those dark eyes said otherwise.

“You definitely know how to catch people’s attention, don’t you Sarabi?” Edward queried as Sarabi caught sight of Alfred. He looked mad in every way. His jaw was still clenched and he grasped his champagne glass so hard in his hand it might smash. ‘He’s jealous,’ Sarabi celebrated in her head as Alfred kept a stern eye on her and Edward.

“I clearly caught yours,” Sarabi commented quickly and Edward smirked at the snark response.

“I actually wanted to ask about your friend there in the gold dress,” Edward moved his head to the side and Sarabi smiled knowingly. 

“Ah yes, Claudia Flynn her name is, I think she’d like you too,” Sarabi was glad to set up Edward with her bestie but she wanted something from him too.

“Do you think you could introduce me?” Edward looked Claudia’s way and Sarabi watched his eyes glinted with lust.

“Most certainly but I need you to do something for me first,” Sarabi smiled as Claudia looked bored out of her mind.

“Within reason, what is it, Sarabi?” Edward was a much better dancer than the older man from before. He had at least some rhythm that Sarabi could easily keep up with. 

“There is a man in here I have my eyes on and I want you to help me-”

“Make him jealous? Easy,” Edward finished her sentence and Sarabi nodded.

“Are we in his eye-line?” Edward inquired and Sarabi gave him another nod.

“Move your hand lower,” Sarabi demanded and Edward complied, moving his hand close to her butt. Sarabi glanced at Alfred and if he were a cartoon steam would be blowing from his ears. Sarabi loved having the switch flipped for the night where he was the one having trouble controlling his feelings. 

“Move closer to me,” Sarabi pulled him in until their bodies were practically rubbing against each other. To an onlooker, they looked like they were having a very sensual moment and Alfred was one of them.

They danced like this for a while until Sarabi took it a step further by locking eyes with Alfred. While she looked in his eyes, she whispered something in Edward’s ear.

“It’s working, thank you,” Sarabi made it look much more sybaritic than it actually was, brushing her blood-red lips against his ear.

“No problem as long as I get to meet, Claudia,” Edward whispered back and Sarabi gave a light giggle.

“I’m guessing that was for him?” Edward asked, slightly confused.

“Yeah, I’m gonna pretend you’re saying something really funny,” Sarabi started laughing uproariously while a man started talking to Alfred. 

She watched gleefully as Alfred tried to keep his attention on the man he was talking to. Sarabi’s orbs locked with his and she let them do all the talking. She hoped that Alfred would get what she was trying to get across and from his loss of exasperation and now just desire, she was pretty sure he did. She looked away before she got trapped in their beauty.

“It worked, let me introduce you,” Sarabi grabbed his hand and led him over to Claudia who’s eyes bugged out.

“Claudia Flynn meet Edward Nygma, Edward meet Claudia,” Sarabi introduced the two and gave a wink to Claudia.

“I’ll let you guys get acquainted,” Sarabi added cheekily before letting them talk to each other.

Sarabi stepped away with a large grin. She hoped Claudia had some fun tonight. Sarabi then felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned around to find Alfred standing there with his calm and collected charisma back. 

“Would you care to dance, Miss Nichols?” Alfred held his hand out for her and she took it gratefully.

“It would be my pleasure, Alfred,” Sarabi let Alfred lead her onto the dance floor. He pulled her in so quickly it stole the breath from her lungs. Their chests touched as Alfred placed his right hand dangerously low on her hip and held her right hand out to the side. Sarabi wrapped her left hand around his shoulder as they waltzed to the beautiful melody playing from the band. 

“You seemed mad before, Alfred, do you not like Mr Nygma?” Sarabi asked with the right amount of sarcasm to tease him.

“No I do not like Mr Nygma, he is not a good person. I don’t think he’d be very good for you,” Alfred responded staring directly into her eyes. The eye contact made Sarabi’s insides churn with desire. This desire directly manifested itself in her eyes for Alfred, and only Alfred, to see.

“And how do you know which boys are good for me?” Sarabi held the bait over his head hoping he would jump and take it. It was fun to tease Alfred and she wanted to see him crack.

“I know a lot of things, Miss Nichols, I am incredibly experienced,” Alfred whispered down into her ear, his breath trailing goosebumps down her neck.

“Is that so? Well, what was wrong with that handsome Edward Nygma boy?” Sarabi interrogated, hoping that Alfred would whisk her away to her bedroom and ruin her. The thought of Alfred defiling her as he did in her dreams made her core pulse with need. She was trying to regain control but was slowly being pulled towards Alfred’s magnetic force field.

“He used to work for Gotham P.D. as a forensic scientist before he got fired for hiding evidence. He served a small sentence and now is some sort of scientist. He’s suspicious and untrustworthy,” Alfred elucidated as he whisked her around the dance floor. 

“Well I thought he was quite charming,” Sarabi lied through her teeth. Edward was nice but not that charming, she just wanted to push Alfred’s buttons.

“Well you seemed a bit distracted and it wasn’t by his charm, was it?” Alfred spun Sarabi out and back into his chest. Sarabi nearly whimpered at the control Alfred was exerting over her but she kept it under wraps. His manhandling was exciting her more than she expected.

Just as she thought her body couldn’t heat up anymore, the music changed to a Latin beat.

“The tango, my favourite kind of dance,” Sarabi added with a hint of sultry before wrapping her leg around his and bending her back. She swung around until she came back up to meet his eyes, fired up with passion.

“I quite like tango as well, Miss Nichols, do you know how to do it properly?” Alfred squeezed her hip tighter as he moved them faster around the dance floor.

“I have taken some classes, though I heard it’s pretty hard, I didn’t do too badly,” Sarabi answered while Alfred spun her around with the expertise of a professional dancer.

“Have you done this before, Alfred?” Sarabi inquired curiously. She never took Alfred as the dancing type but by the way he moved, he must have some sort of background.

“Oh many times, Miss Nichols but I do have to admit I’m a bit rusty,” Alfred confessed while dancing so well that the other dancers started taking notice.

Alfred and Sarabi continued the sensual dancing they were doing. Their bodies moved with the perfect fluidity like they had done it many times before. Their bodies moulded together on the dance floor like they were made for each other. The dance was making Sarabi feel elated beyond compare. She was finally having a passionate moment with Alfred, even if they were just dancing. 

The music came to a stop, disappointing both Sarabi and Alfred. They both wanted this moment to last forever, having never shared something so hedonistic and lascivious. Alfred, being the gentleman he was, grabbed her hand and led her away from the crowd of men waiting to ask her to dance.

“Not too hard is it?” Alfred teased as he handed a champagne glass to Sarabi with a sly smirk. She took a sip and slowly and seductively wiped her lips clean. She watched as Alfred’s eyes flickered to her lips and a surge of yearning filled them. Sarabi knew what her next play was so she looked down to his crotch and slowly back to his eyes, making sure he saw her look. She moved closer and placed her lips next to his ear.

“Semi-hard I’d say,” Sarabi teased back with a lecherous wink before walking away, adding an extra sway to her hips. Which left Alfred in a puddle of confusion, frustration and lust.

<<CHAPTER 6<<  ~ ~ ~  >>CHAPTER 8>>

[mrs-daddyissues]

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~ C H A P T E R  6 ~

~ Masterlist ~

Pairing: Alfred Pennyworth x OFC

Series Summary: Sarabi Nichols is Bruce Wayne’s life long friend that aids in creating weaponry and making outfits. When she was younger she had a thing for Bruce but now her taste has aged. Considerably. Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce’s guardian and butler is more her style now. Despite this knew found liking, Sarabi feels trapped. She can’t talk to Bruce about it and clearly can’t mention it to Alfred. The only person she has is her best friend, Claudia. Sarabi has to fight the things she feels for the older man because he could never feel the same way back, right?

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Warnings: Smut (18+), swearing

Word Count: 1723

Author’s Note:

I am probably going to give this story about 15 chapters so there is more to come ;). Other than that little titbit, here’s chapter 6!

"Why in the ever living hell are you hosting a gala, Bruce!” Sarabi exclaimed at the billionaire as he stood in the Bat Cave. 

“Because I am raising money for the boy’s orphanage,” Bruce responded calmly, rubbing his temple in frustration.

“Oh, that is so charitable, Mr Wayne! Don’t you know that a fucking monster from outer space is trying to take over the world?” Sarabi could feel the anger bubbling over the surface.

She couldn’t believe that the human race was under threat and Bruce, being the attention-seeking show pony he was, was hosting a gala. When he revealed this to her and Alfred, her eyes just bugged out.

“Calm down, Sarabi, okay? If I don’t act like everything is normal I will lose all of my business associates and they’re the reason I have everything I have,” Bruce retorted with a large huff.

Alfred still sat in his chair watching the fight go down. He was not going to intervene because he frankly didn’t care. As long as it didn’t get too out of hand, he’d just watch it like it was a tennis match with his head moving between the two of them.

“Well you won’t have a fucking business if the planet is obliterated, will you?! Oh and a side note! I don’t wanna be surrounded by snobby, rich, perverted asshole men for that fucking long!” Sarabi hated galas because she always had to show up and she always had a million men hit on her or just stare at her.

That made Bruce’s anger drop. He knew how uncomfortable the men made Sarabi at galas and it still hurt him to make her feel uncomfortable. But it had to be done. He had already made the arrangements.

“Can I at least have somebody there with me? Like Claudia? She scares off anybody,” Sarabi chuckled at the thought of her friend barking at men that continuously hit on her. She did it all the time.

“Fine you can but you have to go! And Claudia can’t get too drunk,” Bruce was relieved that they had finally reached an agreement. 

“Thank you and I can’t promise you that,” Sarabi snickered and Bruce laughed with her.

“Hug?” Bruce suggested and Sarabi gave in. She wrapped her arms around his large frame and placed her head in the crook of his neck.

“I hate you,” Sarabi whispered in his ear and Bruce chuckled.

“I hate you too,” Bruce squeezed her tighter and started knocking the air out of her lungs.

“Let me go, dick!” Sarabi squealed and Bruce finally let up. Bruce was really just a large teddy bear and she loved him for it.

“Now that that’s sorted can Miss Nichols and I get back to work?” Alfred questioned with an annoyed glare. Sarabi bit her lip at Alfred’s slight frustration. She had no idea why she found his anger so hot.

“No actually, she’s gotta go shopping with Claudia,” Bruce responded and revelled in Alfred’s huff of annoyance.

“Bruce I have like 15 dresses up there, I’m sure I can find some-”

“No, there is no theme for the gala. Here is my credit card, go find something,” Bruce handed her his black credit card without hesitation. Bruce trusted Sarabi with his life and vice versa. 

“Sorry, Alfred, I’ll be back,” Sarabi glared at Bruce but smiled lightly at Alfred.

“Now you’re angry at me again?” Bruce quizzed with a teasing edge to his voice.

“No, now I can buy a car, a house, anything really,” Sarabi rushed off and got in the elevator before Bruce could stop her. She cackled as she rode the elevator up and could hear Alfred’s booming laughter resonate through the compound and slowly fade as she got up into Wayne Manor. 

Sarabi and Claudia got back from the Gotham shopping mall 4 hours later. They had at least 4 bags each. One for the dress, one for shoes, one for jewellery,  and the other for makeup. Bruce heard their giggling and walked out to greet them.

“Sarbi! Claudia! You’re back quicker than I expected,” Bruce admitted while staring at the collective 10 bags they carried.

“But the budget was probably exactly what I expected,” Bruce was unfazed by the money spent. Sarabi reckoned they spent thousands of dollars on everything. A couple thousand was nothing to Bruce Wayne.

“What’d you get?” Bruce asked curiously and tried to peer in the bags. Claudia slapped his broad shoulder to move him away. Sarabi knew that was her excuse to touch him.

“It will be a surprise,” Claudia wanted to keep the outfits a secret so they could blow the men away.

“Master Wayne! I can’t believe you left me by myself-” Alfred started to complain when he saw who was in front of him. He was in only a white dress shirt that was rolled up at the sleeves. The sight was something Sarabi never thought she’d be attracted to. He paired them with a pair of black jeans. It was a simple, classic look but it had such an impact on Sarabi.

“Miss Nichols, Miss Flynn, good afternoon. Spent lots of Master Wayne’s money I hope,” Alfred slapped Bruce across his head as he stood next to him. Sarabi withheld her chuckle at Bruce’s pouting face.

“Yes, most certainly, Mr Pennyworth,” Claudia responded as she side-eyed Sarabi suggestively.

“Good, oh and just call me Alfred, Miss Flynn,” Alfred then turned his attention to Bruce.

“Let the ladies unpack and you can help me, see you later Miss Nichols and good afternoon Miss Flynn,” Alfred walked off back to the cave with an annoyed Bruce.

As soon as the men were gone Claudia turned to Sarabi with a cheeky smile.

“Imagine if we each got with one of them?” Claudia suggested, winking as she did so.

“In our wildest dreams,” Sarabi commented while dragging Claudia up the stairs.

Later in the night, Sarabi stood out on her balcony. The curtains blew in the light breeze and her skin glowed in the moonlight. The breeze was cooling against her skin. Sarabi was dressed in her sheer, white nightgown.

Her peace and quiet was broken when the door to her room flew open and Alfred stormed through. He was dressed in his white shirt and black jeans combo from earlier that day. 

He made his way to where Sarabi had turned around to face the intruder. Once she saw it was Alfred she relaxed. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her flush against him. His striking and luminous brown eyes stared into her’s with such intensity that Sarabi whimpered beneath them. He leaned in and kissed her delicately and softly like the petals of a rose. She instantly opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. 

He picked her up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. She moved her lips down his neck and nibbled on his ear lobe. The action caused Alfred to let out a deep moan. He placed Sarabi on her bed lightly but quickly. He practically ripped her nightgown from her, leaving Sarabi in just her panties. The hunger in his eyes made Sarabi feel so special and wanted. 

Alfred then moved his attention to her neck and kissed down it. He kissed over her entire body until he made his way to her core, covered by her panties. Alfred slipped a finger in the panties and yanked them off her with such force it shocked Sarabi. He was much more dominant than he was before.

Alfred removed his glasses and placed them on the ground. He then started kissing the insides of her thighs, teasing Sarabi. She whined in frustration when he ghosted his lips over her heated core that dripped with arousal. 

Putting Sarabi out of her misery, Alfred dove his head in between her thighs and started lapping at her like a man unhinged. He ate her out like it was his last and favourite meal. His tongue licked long stripes while Sarabi moaned in ecstasy. He then latched his lips around her clit and flicked it with his tongue lightly. This evoked a half moan half whimper from Sarabi as Alfred continued to move his tongue and lips against her heat. 

She was nearing her release and Alfred’s ministrations did not slow down or stop. His teeth grazed her clit and Sarabi practically screamed in pleasure. She grasped onto his strands of hair and tugged for dear life. He groaned against her when she pulled considerably harder and this tore Sarabi from reality. She climaxed with a hefty moan. Her hips thrusted against him as Alfred aided her in riding out her high. He licked up all the evidence of her desire until Sarabi pulled him from her. 

Sarabi went to kiss Alfred again when she heard Claudia’s voice, loud and proud. 

Sarabi tried to stay in her dream and fight Claudia’s singing but her brain gave in. She opened her eyes to find Claudia singing Rise and Shine (Arky, Arky) above her.

“You’re awake, Sleeping Beauty,” Claudia sing-songed when she noticed Sarabi’s eyes flutter open. Sarabi still felt the high from her dreams and her mind was on cloud nine.

“No thanks to you,” she grumbled angrily and Claudia’s jaw dropped.

“Oh! I woke you from a ‘sexy time’ dream, didn’t I? Did you finish?” Claudia asked without any shame or judgement in her voice. She really would walk the ends of the Earth for Sarabi.

“Yes and yes. What’re doing here?” Sarabi turned to her left and read that it was 10 o’clock in the morning.

“We have to get ready for the gala,” Claudia answered like it was the most simple thing in the world.

“It’s 10 o’clock. It’s way too early,” Sarabi groaned before sitting up in bed. She felt the wetness of her panties and nightgown and groaned again.

“It's never too early and considering you just had an orgasm, I think we’ll be cleaning up more than just you,” Claudia grabbed Sarabi by the hands and pulled her up and out of bed. Sarabi’s legs felt weak and her knees buckled from the tingling sensation throughout her lower regions.

“Come on you’ve got a DILF to seduce,” Claudia remarked as she led Sarabi away to prepare for the big night.

<<CHAPTER 5<<  ~ ~ ~  >>CHAPTER 7>>

[mrs-daddyissues]

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~ C H A P T E R  5 ~

~ Masterlist ~

Pairing: Alfred Pennyworth x OFC

Series Summary: Sarabi Nichols is Bruce Wayne’s life long friend that aids in creating weaponry and making outfits. When she was younger she had a thing for Bruce but now her taste has aged. Considerably. Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce’s guardian and butler is more her style now. Despite this knew found liking, Sarabi feels trapped. She can’t talk to Bruce about it and clearly can’t mention it to Alfred. The only person she has is her best friend, Claudia. Sarabi has to fight the things she feels for the older man because he could never feel the same way back, right?

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Warnings: Discussion about sex, smutty thoughts, swearing

Word Count: 2444

Author’s Note:

I have nothing to say right now, so just enjoy!

After cleaning her sheets and placing them in the washing machine, Sarabi made her way to the cave. Her previous encounter with Alfred had left something buzzing around in her body. She didn’t know if it was lust, fear, excitement or something entirely different. Sarabi’s thoughts of Alfred were clouding her judgement and she had to tell herself that it wasn’t a good idea to chase after him. He was a loyal and faithful man but he wasn’t the right person for Sarabi, right?

Sarabi pushed all thoughts of Alfred in any other way but her coworker and friend out of her brain and trapped them in a cell. They pushed against the bars of her psyche but she didn’t let them pass. Those thoughts would only get in the way and make things worse. She didn’t have time for feelings.

Unfortunately and unsurprisingly, as soon as Sarabi stepped foot in the cave and saw Alfred, she couldn’t help but picture how utterly delectable he looked in real life and her dream. All those naughty images from her dream came flooding back as Alfred looked on with kind eyes.

“Miss Nichols, how are you feeling?” Alfred asked politely while he made himself a cup of tea.

‘Turned on,’ was the truest thing Sarabi could say to address the elephant in the room, or rather the elephant in her mind, but she knew that would be a bit blunt. She breathed out a shaky breath to ease the tension and desire coursing through her veins.

“Not too bad, Alfred,” Sarabi answered, trying desperately to push all those sensual thoughts and pictures swirling in her mind away. 

As soon as she spoke, Alfred snapped his head up and his eyes burned into her. Sarabi’s body also burned even hotter as his gaze lightly dusted her body. His eyes were not invasive but rather just curious about her current attire. She usually wore simple clothing like shorts and a shirt, considering what her job entailed. ‘Maybe Italy has just changed her,’ Alfred thought to himself as he peeled his eyes from Sarabi.

Sarabi noticed the way he seemed reluctant to look away but chalked it up to shock at what she was wearing. She rarely wore dresses to anything but formal events like galas and balls.

Sarabi secretly hoped it was something more than shock but knew she was just tugging at the fantasies still dancing around in her mind. Alfred saw her as a coworker and friend, that was it.

The whole workday felt longer than usual. Sarabi had to continually remind herself that she was working and doing something to help Bruce. But as soon as Alfred’s mesmerising voice rang out, she involuntarily turned to look at him. She imagined what that voice would feel like whispering dirty things into her ear. Or what he would sound like whimpering under her. She was enthralled and fascinated by him or maybe just thankful to have a friend like Alfred. 

‘It’s the latter option,’ Sarabi tried telling herself but deep down she knew it was most probably the former.

Sarabi groaned loudly and Alfred stopped what he was doing. He turned his head to the right to look at Sarabi. He rotated his full body around and gave Sarabi his full attention to her.

“Miss Nichols, do you need something? Or do you want to go get some rest?” Alfred questioned kindly and sympathetically. Alfred had never seen Sarabi so tense and it confused him greatly. Sarabi was tough, one of the toughest women he knew without superpowers, so something was clearly tormenting her.

“Um, it’s alright I’ll go get a heat pack,” Sarabi replied as she went to stand up.

Alfred stopped her with a gentle hand on her forearm. The contact made Sarabi’s cheeks burn deep crimson. His hand was calloused but soft against her skin. The contact sent all of the images from her dream back to her. She pictured him grabbing her forearm, wrapping it around her back and bending her over the work table. The contact was innocent and simple but it sent Sarabi into oblivion. 

“No, Miss Nichols, I’ll go get one for. You sit down and relax,” Alfred removed his hand and stood up. He noticed her cheeks and how flushed she seemed but Alfred just ignored everything his instincts told him. ‘She was maybe just nervous to ask about the heat pack,’ was what he decided no matter how ridiculous it sounded to him.

“Thank you, Alfred,” Sarabi laid her head against the cool metal of the desk, hoping to freeze all the thoughts rattling through her brain. The visions of Alfred thrusting on top of her and the feeling of his lips against hers were still so vivid. She could picture it so easily without any inconvenience. She shoved all the snapshots back into their jail cell and locked it as tightly as she could.

No matter how tightly she tried to lock those thoughts away, they came crawling back. They escaped their confinement and snuck back into her mind. Just a look from Alfred triggered those erotic visions and they got even more heated through the day. She started imagining how his head would look between her thighs and how he would choke her. The images got more explicit as the day went on. She grasped those images and chucked them into the cell. She secured it tautly and attempted to keep it that way.

“Here you are, Miss Nichols,” Alfred called out with a heat pack in hand. Sarabi brought herself out of her thoughts and took the heat pack. 

“Thanks, Alfred,” Sarabi placed it on her stomach hoping to ease her tension but it clearly made her even hotter. ‘Great! Just what I needed!’ was all she could think.

As the heat pack grew cold, the workday came to an end. Alfred offered to heat it up again throughout the day but Sarabi refused politely. Though the heat pack was no longer warm against her stomach, her body still felt hot all over. The dream and Alfred’s presence seemed to strike a matchstick inside of Sarabi and burn her insides with desire. Sarabi had never even had sex but her sex drive was so high and absolutely outrageous. She was a virgin to any form of sexual activity. No one had ever touched her intimately save for herself on the very odd occasion. Even with having no experience, she wanted and needed it. She wanted and needed her desires to be met but she was going to deny herself of it. She hoped that refusing her sexual needs would make them disappear but that most certainly did not work. 

After working in the cave for about 5 hours, Bruce came down and said that Claudia was there to see Sarabi. She was grateful to get out of the cave because if she stayed there a second longer her ovaries might just explode. A simple glance from Alfred was enough to send Sarabi into a bout of hysteria. She stood up quickly and wandered off with Bruce. She frowned softly at Alfred and he frowned back. As soon as she stepped foot in the elevator and the doors closed, she breathed out a sigh of relief.

“That bad?” Bruce asked as they rode the elevator back up to Wayne Manor. 

“Huh?” Sarabi turned her head with a perplexed look appearing on her face.

“Your period,” Bruce expanded and Sarabi let a small smile come to her lips.

“Yeah, just a little. Wait, how do you know?” Sarabi interrogated with the utmost confusion. She didn’t actually have her period, she was just pretending, so she had no idea how Bruce would know. 

“Just a wild guess. You’re only this moody during that time of the month,” Bruce ruffled up her hair and Sarabi huffed.

“Fuck you,” Sarabi stated as Bruce let her out of the elevator first into Wayne Manor. 

“Fuck you too,” Bruce replied as he led her to her bedroom where Claudia stood admiring the collection of dresses she had. Claudia had a pink strapless one draped over her body, sizing it up.

“Sarabi, what do you think about this dress?” Claudia spun around and presented herself.

“I think it would look drop-dead gorgeous but put it back, that’s one of my favourites,” Sarabi nearly laughed as Claudia pouted and placed her dress back.

“I’ll be in my study,” Bruce announced before walking off, leaving the two girls alone.

“How’s work been?” Sarabi asked as she sat down on her newly cleaned bed.

“Pretty good, I’ve now hooked up with practically everybody I can,” Claudia declared with a smug smile. 

“That’s what you’re proud of? And also who can’t you fuck?” Sarabi breathed out heavily as Claudia grabbed out another dress to size up.

“The straight girls, gays and the one asexual dude,” Claudia answered nonchalantly. Claudia had always been open about her sexuality and sex life with Sarabi. She held nothing back. She told her who she slept with, how good they were and who she wanted to sleep with next.

“Have you had the ‘sexy time’ with anyone yet?” Claudia shimmied her shoulders to enhance her point and Sarabi rolled her eyes.

“No,” was the only answer Sarabi gave and this perked Claudia’s interest.

Whenever Claudia asked about Sarabi’s sex life, she always gave a massive spiel about how she would only have sex when the right guy came along and all that jazz. But this time she only said no.

“No? Is that the only answer I get?” Claudia sat down next to Sarabi and Sarabi realised her mistake. She wasn’t going to tell Claudia about the dream but she figured it wasn’t the worst thing she could do.

“Claudia, I’m gonna tell you something that you can’t repeat to anyone, okay?” Sarabi warned Claudia and she nodded.

“Swear on my mother’s grave,’ Claudia swore oath like a girl scout and Sarabi scoffed with an eye roll.

“Okay, I had a sex dream last night,” Sarabi informed and watched Claudia’s mouth gape.

“About whom?” Claudia teased with a wicked smile.

“Well, see that’s the thing, the person I had the dream about I’ve never been attracted to before. He’s not my usual go-to but-”

“Just tell me, I don’t give a fuck. I once spanked a 90-year-old in a pink thong for a free ticket to a 5 Seconds of Summer concert,” Claudia enlightened and Sarabi’s eyes bugged out.

“Just kidding but seriously, who is it?” Claudia shuffled closer to Sarabi knowing she would probably whisper it. 

“Alfred,” Sarabi’s confession was barely beyond a hushed whisper and Claudia swore she was hearing things. 

“Wait, what? Alfred...Pennyworth?” Claudia questioned with squinted eyes. Sarabi could see the scepticism and confusion surging through her eyes.

“Yes,” Sarabi answered slowly with a slightly shaky breath. She hadn’t admitted this to anyone and it was relieving to not keep her thoughts in the dark, hidden away.

“Oh, I see,” Claudia kept an indifferent look on her face and Sarabi suddenly felt stupid. She had just admitted that she had a sex dream about Alfred Pennyworth. She admitted that she dreamed about a British butler in his late 60s fucking her. ‘What is wrong with me?’ was all she could think.

“Oh, girl I get it! He is such a DILF like I don’t blame you for having the hots for him. His voice just screams ‘Now every woman I come into contact with has daddy issues’,” Claudia explained with a bright smile on her face. She also tried to replicate Alfred’s deep, British voice but ended up sounding nothing like him. Sarabi felt a weight lifted off her shoulders as Claudia agreed with her. 

“You do? Thank the Holy Lord Jesus Christ!” Sarabi laughed along with Claudia like two schoolgirls discussing their crushes.

“I see Europe has changed your taste in men considerably,” Claudia commented as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. 

“Now give me the deets, please,” Claudia begged with her hands in a praying motion. Sarabi contemplated it. She felt a bit embarrassed but Claudia would never judge her for anything. Claudia would rob a bank and hide a body for her.

“Well, Alfred knocked on my bedroom door and he came wandering in. He sat down on the edge of the bed and started kissing me,” Sarabi explained as Claudia smirked mischievously. 

“Go on,” Claudia urged with a quick hand motion.

“I straddled his lap and we kissed some more. I pushed him back on the bed but he flipped us over,” Sarabi reminisced on the pleasurable dream.

“And well, the rest you can imagine,” Sarabi blushed scarlet as she disclosed the intimate details of her dream.

“I sure can,” Claudia chaffed with a playful smirk.

“I must’ve been moaning out loud because Alfred, like in real life, came running in and shook me awake. He could hear me calling his name,” Sarabi slapped a palm against her forehead. That was the most humiliating part.

“Aw! Did he think you were in trouble?” Claudia teased as she pouted her lips.

“Yes, and he also made me breakfast in bed while he got Bruce to check my temperature. He was worried I was sick,” Sarabi contently simpered and Claudia watched her eyes light up brightly.

“You like him, don’t you?” Claudia gasped while her eyes lit up happily.

“What? No! I think it’s just hormones,” Sarabi tried to rationalise what she was feeling.

“Duh! Your hormones are going loco because Daddy Pennyworth’s makin’ ‘em go that way!” Claudia spelled out and didn’t even hesitate when calling him ‘daddy’. That was Claudia, flamboyant, eccentric and carefree. She gave zero fucks about what other people would or did think.

“Oh, seriously, Claudia? Don’t call him that,” Sarabi cringed at the nickname.

“Okay fine but you need to stop hiding from yourself. You have to admit your emotions to the rest of your body. Don’t lie to yourself it hurts even more,” Claudia spoke from experience, having always covered up how she truly felt.

“I’m not hiding,” Sarabi defended herself. Sarabi wasn’t catching the hots for Alfred. Was she?

“Yes, you are. I suggest you go down to him right now and say, ‘Hey Alfred I like you and I wanna fuck you’. Okay, maybe don’t do that but you get the point. Admit it to yourself when you like someone,” Claudia spoke truthfully not wanting Sarabi to deny herself her emotions.

Sarabi shook her head and giggled at Claudia’s outspoken opinion on the situation. 

Sarabi just wished she could be that open with everybody in her life.

<<CHAPTER 4<<  ~ ~ ~  >>CHAPTER 6>>

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~ C H A P T E R  4 ~

~ Masterlist ~

Pairing: Alfred Pennyworth x OFC

Series Summary: Sarabi Nichols is Bruce Wayne’s life long friend that aids in creating weaponry and making outfits. When she was younger she had a thing for Bruce but now her taste has aged. Considerably. Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce’s guardian and butler is more her style now. Despite this knew found liking, Sarabi feels trapped. She can’t talk to Bruce about it and clearly can’t mention it to Alfred. The only person she has is her best friend, Claudia. Sarabi has to fight the things she feels for the older man because he could never feel the same way back, right?

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Warnings: Smut (18+), swearing

Word Count: 2638

Author’s Note: 

This chapter will definitely be the most intriguing so far. ;) It features smut, as I promised, so please if you’re below 18 or do not like smut, I suggest not reading this. Let’s get on with the show, shall we?

Sarabi tossed and turned between the Egyptian cotton sheets of her Queen size bed. She couldn’t sleep peacefully with the thoughts of Alfred bouncing through her head. She couldn’t believe that Alfred Pennyworth was keeping her awake. His voice resonated through her psyche as she tried desperately to reboot it. Her brain had shut down and the only thing left in it was Alfred, his scent and his voice. He wasn’t just on her mind, he had taken over her mind. She wanted and needed sleep but she also yearned for something else. Something much more carnal.

As if on cue, a knock sounded at the door. Sarabi looked to her right and noticed that it was still dark out. The moon was shining through her sheer curtains and enveloping her skin in the moonlight. 

“Hello?” Sarabi called out tiredly. Despite not being able to sleep, she was sure as hell tired. She felt on the brink of sleep but so far away at the same time.

Without an answer, a person opened the door and closed it softly. They were a shadow as no light could reach them from the door. As the person walked closer, their features became much more apparent. 

The full head of beautiful grey hair accompanied by a pair of expressive brown eyes behind glasses. It was Alfred and there was no denying it as he stalked over to the edge of her bed. Sarabi sat up quickly alarmed.

“Is everything alright, Alfred?” She asked hastily as he sat down on the edge of her bed. Sarabi couldn’t deny how utterly gorgeous he looked in the moonlight. The sharpness of his jawline contrasting with the softness of his eyes.

Alfred didn’t answer, he simply took his glasses off, placed them on the bedside table, grabbed a hold of her face and crashed his lips against hers. Sarabi gasped in shock but instantly reacted by wrapping her hands around his neck. Their lips moved against each other in perfect synch as Sarabi moved out of her covers and straddled his lap. Neither stopped the voluptuous kiss for even a second. Alfred’s warm, large hand slipped under her nightgown and cupped her heat. Sarabi audibly gasped and Alfred took this as his cue to slip his tongue into her mouth. 

The kiss became more passionate as Alfred lightly rubbed the area between her legs eliciting lascivious sounds from Sarabi. Her panties soaked through as Alfred started kissing down her neck, leaving hickeys and love bites in his wake. He sucked particularly hard on the spot beneath her ear and Sarabi let out a breathy moan. She was fascinated with how quickly he found her sweet spot. 

Patience had fully fled from Sarabi and she grasped the bottom of her nightgown and quickly tugged it off her body. Alfred stopped his assault on her neck and growled at Sarabi’s naked chest. He dove his head down to her left breast and sucked on her nipple while his right hand tweaked and pinched her other nipple. Sarabi mewled as his teeth grazed her nipple. He then switched his tongue’s attention to her right nipple and moved his hand to the hardened left nipple. Sarabi threw her head back and her breathing became heavier. Her hips started moving in light circles but Alfred wrapped his spare arm around her to stop her movements. She felt him harden beneath her as she let out more noises of lust and annoyance. Though she was loving his torturous teasing, she needed something more. 

She pulled his head back from her breasts and Alfred complied. His eyes were blown wide with lust and Sarabi bit her bottom lip at the sight. Sarabi pushed Alfred back so he laid down. She bent down and kissed him passionately. She fumbled with his pyjamas shorts and shoved them down as quickly as she could. As she pulled his boxers down, Alfred pulled his shirt off with just as much haste. Alfred grabbed a hold of Sarabi’s hips and flipped them over so that he was on top. Sarabi lightly chuckled at his antics and Alfred slyly smiled. He took her panties off and threw them across the room. He placed both of his hands on her hips and Sarabi wrapped her’s around his neck. 

They looked in each other’s eyes as he entered her. As a result of his above-average size, it gave a slight sting. Sarabi hissed lightly as she grabbed a handful of Alfred’s locks. He then started moving in and out of her core, slowly at first but then he built up speed. Alfred was eventually pounding into her as Sarabi let out moans and Alfred groaned. The feeling was just so amazing and Sarabi tried to keep her eyes open to watch the look of bliss and concentration on Alfred’s face but failed. Her eyes shut as the feelings of exhilaration filled every fibre of Sarabi’s being. 

Sarabi and Alfred continued moaning together as they both chased their highs. Alfred’s hand slipped between them and he started tracing light circles on her clit. The added stimulations sent Sarabi into a wave of blissful pleasure that Alfred responded to with a cocky grin. Sarabi didn’t take him as the arrogant type in bed but then again, he was British. 

Sarabi was so close and she could tell Alfred was too. The steady rhythm of his thrusts were becoming much more erratic and sloppy. Sarabi tugged Alfred’s hair and revelled in his growl of pleasure. He looked deep into her eyes and Sarabi pulled his lips down to hers. They kissed feverishly as their climaxes neared. Alfred applied a stronger pressure to her clit and Sarabi screamed his name while Alfred also came deep inside her. Sarabi continued chanting his name as Alfred called hers.

“Miss Nichols!” Sarabi awoke to find Alfred standing over her in his sleep getup of sweats and a shirt. He was shaking her shoulders lightly with a worried expression. Sarabi was in a state of confusion as her mind was clouded and numb. It felt like she had actually had an orgasm though it was just a dream.

‘Just a dream.’ Sarabi audibly groaned in annoyance as the events that transpired were just in her imagination. She moved her legs lightly and felt her core tingle. Her nightgown felt wet. The soft morning sunlight poured through the curtains, confirming that it was just a dream.

“Miss Nichols? Are you alright?” Alfred bent down so that his face was level with hers. Those sweetly intense eyes stared into hers and found unmistakable lust but he said nothing. Alfred assumed it could have been anything, maybe hunger, so he didn’t bring it up. No need to.

“Yeah, Alfred I’m fine. What made you think I wasn’t?” Sarabi didn’t move the covers just in case there was evidence of her desirable dream. Her core continued to tingle as Alfred stayed in her presence. This wasn’t good.

“You were shouting my name, I thought you were hurt. Are you okay?”Sarabi tried to prevent herself from blushing beet red from embarrassment. Her lustful screams could be heard all the way from Alfred’s quarters. Alfred then placed the back of his hand on her forehead to check for any fever.  Her forehead was heated with sweat slowly drying on her head. Alfred retracted his hand with a concerned look on his face.

“Miss Nichols, you’re burning up! You might have a fever,” Alfred placed his hand on her cheek and watched her flinch.

“Sorry, Miss Nichols, am I allowed to touch you? I should’ve asked,” Alfred moved his hand away quickly, though she didn’t flinch for that reason.

“No, it’s fine, Alfred,” Sarabi was grateful when the worry in his eyes faded slightly and he touched his large hand against her cheek. That movement reminded her of her dream and she instinctually rubbed her thighs together. She stopped when Alfred’s eyes flickered to the movement under the sheets. 

“Do you feel alright?” Alfred sat on the edge of the bed and Sarabi tried to hide the ardour about to manifest in her eyes. This was where he was in her dream and it was almost too much for her to handle.

“I feel fine,” that was an understatement and Sarabi knew it. Of course, she felt amazing, she just had a sex dream and an orgasm. 

“I don’t know what might’ve caused this but I’ll go grab you some breakfast and check your temperature to be sure, is that alright?” Alfred’s concern was very endearing and Sarabi felt herself smiling internally from Alfred’s care. He stood and the swift manoeuvre left his scent flying through the air but this time there was less cologne, considering he was just asleep. It was a mixture of musk and fresh linen. It was fueling her desire even more. 

“Sure, Alfred but I feel fine, really,” Sarabi assured him but to no avail.

“I think you should have today off and just rest. I think you may have a fever, I’ll be back with breakfast. I’ll get Master Wayne to check your temperature,” Alfred left hurriedly to make breakfast and wake Bruce, who would most certainly not be awake. 

As soon as Sarabi was sure Alfred was gone she snuck a hand under the covers to her panties and nightgown. She undoubtedly had an orgasm. Sarabi cringed and panicked as she thought about how she was supposed to hide this. 

“Hey Sarbi, you feeling alright?” Bruce stormed in without knocking with the thermometer in hand. Sarabi jumped and quickly snapped her hand back up to above the sheets. Classic Bruce, he never remembered to knock, ever.

“Sorry,” Bruce moved back to the door frame, knocked three times and then made his way in.

“I’m feeling alright,” Sarabi smiled lightly as Bruce sat in the same spot Alfred did. Even though he just woke up, he still smelt so strongly of designer cologne. It was not repulsive by all means, it was just a bit much. 

“I’ve been tasked with checking your temperature, open up Sesame,” Bruce placed the thermometer in her mouth and Sarabi rolled her eyes.

“I can do it myself, Brucie,” Sarabi slapped him across the chest and adjusted the thermometer to her liking.

“I know but I loving pissing you off,” Bruce scrunched up his nose mockingly and slapped her head.

“Dick,” Sarabi commented as she waited for the thermometer to ping. Once it did Bruce took it out and checked. He breathed in through his teeth and Sarabi’s face fell.

“Well, what is it?” Sarabi was starting to worry, Bruce looked extremely concerned. But at the last second his face snapped and he grinned like the Cheshire Cat. 

“97, you’re fine,” Bruce cackled as Sarabi pouted angrily.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” Sarabi shout-whispered as she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. 

Alfred walked in with a platter full of pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs and a cup of his famous tea. It was all of her favourites. Sarabi smiled brightly at the sight. Alfred was such a caring, thoughtful man.

“Here’s breakfast, Miss Nichols,” Alfred placed the breakfast in front of Sarabi with all the care in the world and Sarabi thanked him.

“What was your temperature?” Alfred queried as Bruce handed him the thermometer.  

“97, thank God,” Alfred placed the thermometer in his pocket and looked back at Sarabi.

“If you feel faint or sick at all you can just stay up here today. I can work on those gauntlets by myself, there isn’t much to do,” Alfred was pretty certain he knew what had gone down but refused to accept that. It was either what he thought or just some specific coincidences.

“Oh no, that’s fine, Alfred. I’ll be down there. Just let me eat my breakfast, I’ll make my bed to be proactive and be on my way,” Sarabi left no room for discussion about why she all of a sudden wanted to change her bed. If either had suspicions they didn’t address them. 

“Alright, Miss Nichols, good choice. I would miss the pleasure of your presence otherwise,” Alfred let a small smirk come to his lip before walking off as Bruce followed him.

“See you then, Sarbi,” Bruce called as he walked through the threshold of her bedroom. 

As soon as she was sure they had left, she devoured the delicious food before locking her bedroom door. She chucked off her nightgown and panties and cleaned off her inner thighs in her bathroom. Once she was clean she changed into a low cut black sundress with rose patterns over the chest area. She tried to mentally deny why she wore a low cut dress but she subconsciously knew it was to try and get a certain man’s attention. 

She then pulled the sheets off of her otherwise pristine bed and cringed at the liquid still drying in the middle. She made the rest of the bed before she took some liquid red blush and smeared it over the area where she needed it covered. Her excuse, if she was caught, was that her period had started and she was going to wash the sheets.

She snuck out of her room and made her way to the laundry room hoping to not draw attention to herself. She had her own laundry room but it was right near the kitchen. 

Her worst nightmares came true when Alfred ran straight into her. 

“Hi, Miss Nichols, what are you doing with your sheets?” Alfred bunched his eyebrows together as confusion swam in his eyes.

“I, um, uh,” Sarabi stuttered having no idea what to say, She hoped that Alfred was already in the cave but God wasn’t on her side. Alfred’s eyes looked over the sheets and he noticed the red patch on the sheets and sighed in recognition. Sarabi nearly collapsed from anxiety right then and there. 

“Oh, right, do you want me to take them for you?” Alfred asked as calmly as ever. His calmness confused Sarabi. She thought as a member of the male population he would be grossed out by periods but he didn’t seem fazed.

“Oh no, Alfred, I wouldn’t make you do that,” Sarabi chuckled nervously and averted her gaze to the sheets in her arms.

“If you wish Miss Nichols but don’t feel you need to hide any of that from me. I am completely fine with making your bed and cleaning your sheets as usual. No need to be embarrassed, it is completely natural after all. Okay?” Alfred looked genuine and sincere and it made Sarabi grin. 

“Thank you, Alfred. It’s just that Bruce was, not grossed out, but a touch uncomfortable with the topic of periods,” Sarabi explained honestly. Bruce wasn’t grossed out and she could talk about it openly. He was also kind-hearted and got you anything you needed but he just wasn’t comfortable with the “cleaning the blood” side which Sarabi understood. She didn’t really like it either.

“Oh don’t pay mind to Bruce. He’s a boy, I’m a man, I’ve had much more experience,” Alfred said, a little mystery and intrigue following the line. It could simply be seen as a dig at Bruce but maybe it was something more. It certainly could be taken that way.

“Thank you, Alfred, I’ll be right down,” Sarabi walked to the laundry and watched his form retreat. 

“If you need anything like Advil or a heat pack, just let me know,” Alfred walked off with an urbane smile and Sarabi was left yearning for the man considerably more than she had before. This yearning wasn’t just physical it was strong in other ways that Sarabi didn’t admit to herself.

‘It’s just because he’s being polite. It’s his job,’

Sarabi told herself but couldn’t help the small smile that plagued her lips all day.

<<CHAPTER 3<<  ~ ~ ~  >>CHAPTER 5>>

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~ C H A P T E R  3 ~

~ Masterlist ~

Pairing: Alfred Pennyworth x OFC

Series Summary: Sarabi Nichols is Bruce Wayne’s life long friend that aids in creating weaponry and making outfits. When she was younger she had a thing for Bruce but now her taste has aged. Considerably. Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce’s guardian and butler is more her style now. Despite this knew found liking, Sarabi feels trapped. She can’t talk to Bruce about it and clearly can’t mention it to Alfred. The only person she has is her best friend, Claudia. Sarabi has to fight the things she feels for the older man because he could never feel the same way back, right?

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Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1725

Author’s Note: 

This part, I hope, is more intriguing the last two. I promise that the chapters from here on out will be get increasingly mature *if you catch my drift*.

"Would you like some tea, Miss Nichols?” Alfred asked as he stood from his desk in the Bat Cave to get some.

“Yes, please,” Sarabi replied while she rested back into her chair.

“Milk-”

“With 3 sugars, yes, Miss Nichols I remember how you like your tea,” Alfred smiled from where he was and Sarabi chuckled.

Alfred and Sarabi had been working for 2 hours straight on the gauntlets and had made some progress. They knew how they were going to make them, they just needed to assemble them. Bruce was demanding, that was for sure, but at least he paid for everything. But being the billionaire he was, a couple hundred thousand was nothing.

Something Sarabi always wondered was how nobody knew he was Batman. Some simple profiling and common sense would reveal exactly who he was. With all the high-tech weapons he had, he must be wealthy in order to buy the materials needed. There was only one man in Gotham rich enough to pay for all those weapons and tools. He was hiding things like a Batmobile, plane and other automobiles and in order to hide those he needed a large, isolated property with a big bunker of sorts to hide it. He was also a 6 foot 3 white male with extensive martial arts training and computer science education. Simple profiling was all that Gotham Police Department needed. A profile would lead right back to Bruce.

“What is on your mind, Miss Nichols?” Alfred asked as he walked back over to the desk with two cups of steaming tea.

“How nobody can work out that Bruce is Batman. Like seriously? Some profiling would suffice. Thank you,” Sarabi took the cup of boiling tea and placed it on the desk.

“I most definitely agree but I think that secretly the police don’t want to reveal the Bat yet because he’s extremely helpful,” Alfred took a sip from the tea and hummed. Sarabi also took a sip and withheld the groan she could’ve let out.

“God, Alfred, did I miss your tea,” Sarabi commented with a small smile and watched Alfred’s eyes light up.

“I highly doubt it’s as good as the organic stuff in Italy,” Alfred scoffed before taking another gulp.

“Oh it certainly is,” Sarabi smirked and then took a massive sip of the delicious liquid. 

“Well, thank you, Miss Nichols,” Alfred nodded his head and Sarabi was going to correct him and tell him to just call her Sarabi but she realised it would do nothing.

Sarabi had been saying to Alfred for years to just call her Sarabi like everyone else but he never did. It was his sign of respect to her but that’s what kind of irked Sarabi. She did not see Alfred as below her and didn’t want him to think that. Sarabi hoped that Alfred knew she didn’t see him as below her because the thought saddened her.

Sarabi turned back to her notes on the gauntlets and when she looked up she noticed Alfred quickly look away from her. ‘He was looking at me’, Sarabi thought as she tried to hide the blush on her cheeks. She felt her cheeks start to fire up and confusion filled her brain. ‘Why am I trying not to blush? What the hell is happening?’ Sarabi tried to push his face out of her thoughts but it seemed to be stuck there like a splinter puncturing her psyche. 

“Are you ready to ask for Master Wayne’s opinion?” Alfred asked as the two stared at the trial gauntlets they had created.

6 hours had passed and they looked ready but the thought of how many hours spent on them made Sarabi tired. These weren’t the real ones and the real ones would take even more time. Alas, she knew it was her job to ready Bruce for whatever lay ahead.

“No,” Sarabi chuckled as Alfred pick up the phone in the cave and called Bruce.

“Master Wayne? Miss Nichols and I have come up with trials gauntlets if you wish to come down and see,” Alfred placed the phone back on the hook before he could even answer. 

“I don’t want to have to hear the whining,” Alfred wave his hand in a dismissive motion just as the elevator started moving. Sarabi snickered at Alfred’s catty but utterly hilarious approach to Bruce’s whiny tendencies.

“Here he is,” Sarabi nearly burst out laughing as he trudged into the cave. He looked fed up. Sarabi’s best guess is that a business deal didn’t go as planned, it was always put him in a bitter, foul mood. 

“This better be worth it,” he commented with a disgruntled groan and Alfred rolled his eyes.

“Master Wayne, you wanted us to make these and we did, so don’t complain,” Alfred ridiculed Bruce’s behaviour and he immediately stopped pouting. Sarabi marvelled at how Alfred could still have so much power over Bruce even when Bruce was a grown man. Bruce had a deep love and respect for Alfred and Sarabi knew he would never do anything to trouble the man. He was a stirrer and teased people but when Alfred told him to stop, he stopped. But, Sarabi noticed the small eye roll he gave when Alfred’s back was turned. Even as a 40-year-old man he still acted like a child.

“We haven’t tested them yet as we wanted you to see it first hand,” Sarabi presented the gauntlets and Bruce nodded.

“They look cool,” Bruce remarked as he looked upon the devices. They were black, obviously, and blended perfectly into his suit. 

“Well, Miss Nichols and I worked on them for about 8 hours so I hope they do. Let’s trial it shall we?” Alfred was clearly tired as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Alfred grabbed the alien gun sitting to his right and held it with precision. He angled it towards the gauntlet and Sarabi moved to Alfred’s side. She caught a whiff of Alfred’s scent which was a mixture of natural musk and a fancy cologne she didn’t recognise. She breathed in softly and sighed lightly at the pleasant smell. While Bruce drowned himself in cologne, Alfred let his natural aroma blend in with it. It was quickly becoming Sarabi’s favourite smell and this concerned her. ‘Why was everything about Alfred all of sudden alluring to me? Snap out of it!’ Sarabi thought as she realised what she was thinking. She was so concerned she was thinking those things about Alfred Pennyworth, a man about 50 years her senior. 

“You might want to move over, Master Wayne,” Alfred’s snarky comment snapped Sarabi out of her subconscious and back to the present. 

Bruce moved over to Sarabi’s side with a slight hint of annoyance. Alfred then shot the beam from the gun and it landed straight on the gauntlet. The gauntlet absorbed the energy and dissipated it. 

“Yes! Success!” Sarabi cheered while Alfred placed the gun back on the table.

“Well, that worked. Thank God,” Alfred mumbled the last part to himself.

“I think we did a great job, Alfred,” Sarabi praised with a small grin and revelled in Alfred’s small smirk in return. The smirk seemed innocent enough but it could be interrupted as holding something else. 

“I’m quite impressed, you want something to eat?” Bruce asked after a short investigation of the gauntlet.

“Yes, I am quite famished. What do you guys want me to cook?” Alfred queried without even a second thought.

“No, Alfred you’ve done enough work for today, we’ll order in,” Bruce replied quickly and didn’t give Alfred room to disapprove. 

“Pizza?” Bruce looked into Sarabi’s eyes and she nodded.

“I’ll eat anything,” Sarabi shrugged her shoulders, feeling very indifferent to what they ate.

“Great, I’ll go order some,” Bruce headed back up the lift as Alfred rolled his eyes.

“Takeaway food! All that grease will kill you,” Alfred condescended as Bruce’s large form retreated up into the house. 

“Like you’re cooking isn’t slowly giving us cancer,” Sarabi joked and watched as Alfred’s jaw dropped to the floor.

“Miss Nichols! I think my cooking is quite good,” Alfred defended himself and Sarabi broke down in giggles.

“Alfred, you’re cooking is amazing! I’m just poking fun!” Sarabi reached for her empty coffee cup just as Alfred’s did and they touched. As soon as their hands made contact, they both withdrew quickly.

“Apologies, Miss Nichols,” Alfred moved his hand up to fix his glasses and Sarabi noticed the light twinkle in his beautiful eyes. It wasn’t much, it was only a small glint of something but it was something. Sarabi picked up the coffee cup and cleared her throat from the lump that had formed.

“No, it’s fine Alfred, shit, I mean stuff, happens,” Sarabi stuttered before making her way to the elevator to avoid more embarrassment. She could feel her cheeks glow from excitement but also nerves. 

She pressed the button as Alfred walked up behind her. He stood slightly behind her and just close enough so that Sarabi could feel his breath on her neck. He didn’t say anything but his presence was enough to elicit an anxious but exhilarated feeling. 

The elevator landed on the floor and Alfred allowed her to walk in first. ‘Always a gentleman’, Sarabi thought to herself. The two, without saying a word, rode the elevator back up. Sarabi had to force herself to not look at Alfred, no matter how hard it was. Once they were up in the house, Sarabi made her way to her bedroom as fast as she could.

She took off her jacket and shoes, suddenly feeling very hot. Her body warmed up as she laid down and tried to calm her racing heart. Sarabi looked up the beige ceiling and contemplated everything in her life.

She was finding Alfred attractive. Not just his looks but his being. His scent, his voice and this was a problem. Sarabi had never been attracted to many people save for Bruce at one point and some kid from her part-time orphanage but she definitely never saw herself liking Alfred, of all people. When she left for Europe, Alfred was just her friend and work partner but now he was something more, well, to her at least. 

Sarabi came to the conclusion that her taste in men had changed.

Considerably.

<<CHAPTER 2<<  ~ ~ ~  >>CHAPTER 4>>

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~ C H A P T E R   2 ~

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Pairing: Alfred Pennyworth x OFC

Series Summary: Sarabi Nichols is Bruce Wayne’s life long friend that aids in creating weaponry and making outfits. When she was younger she had a thing for Bruce but now her taste has aged. Considerably. Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce’s guardian and butler is more her style now. Despite this knew found liking, Sarabi feels trapped. She can’t talk to Bruce about it and clearly can’t mention it to Alfred. The only person she has is her best friend, Claudia. Sarabi has to fight the things she feels for the older man because he could never feel the same way back, right?

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Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1426

Author’s Note:

This part should be much more interesting but be warned, this story is kind of a slow burn *evil laughter*. It is a bit slow but the pay off will be worth it. I promise.

Sarabi awoke to find herself wrapped in the warm embrace of her bed. The black and gold covers engulfed her body as soft morning light poured through the sheer window curtains. Sarabi was still dressed in her clothes from the night before. Sarabi couldn’t remember how she got here, the only thing she could think of was the massive headache she had.

She arose from her slumber and planned to go find some Advil when something on her bedside table caught her eye. It was a bottle of Advil, a glass of water and a note written in elegant handwriting.

For that headache, Miss Nichols.

“Thanks, Alfred,” Sarabi grumbled as she gulped down the tablets quickly. She smiled softly at the note knowing from how she was addressed and the handwriting that the British gentleman left it for her. That was Alfred’s best quality, his gentlemanly persona that he carried for anybody he met. ‘How sweet of him’ Sarabi thought to herself before rising from the comfort of her bed.

She dragged her feet towards the walk-in wardrobe to look for an outfit. While she was gone, Bruce had bought even more clothes for her as it seemed. She picked up a new baby pink sports bra, matching shorts and didn’t even bother with shoes. 

After taming her hair as well, she trudged down the large Wayne Manor stairs and into the kitchen. As she neared the kitchen, her nose picked up the most delectable smell. She turned the corner, chasing the smell and ran straight into Alfred’s chest. She let out a surprised yelp as she felt her feet slipping. With effortless grace, Alfred wrapped his arms around her and stopped her fall. He pulled her back up against his chest as Sarabi’s heart raced. Her heart wasn’t pounding just because of the near fall but because of how his light brown eyes stared into her’s behind his glasses. 

Though it was only a few seconds it felt like an eternity. Sarabi could feel her body relax but also tense simultaneously. She felt good. She felt at peace but her heart still fluttered. Her stomach did a small somersault that she barely picked up on. The things she was feeling confused her. Was she just jittery because of the near fall? Or was it something more? Sarabi shook the thoughts from her head and hoped that Alfred couldn’t sense the change in her demeanour. 

“Miss Nichols, are you alright?” Alfred asked concerned as he slowly let go of her body. Sarabi felt a sort of melancholic cloud drift over her as his arms slipped from hers. This feeling scared Sarabi most of all. 

“Yes, Alfred, thank you. I could smell your cooking and came running,” Sarabi hoped her joke would ease the tension and it worked. Alfred let out a small chuckle before moving to the side so she could walk to the bench. 

“So, should I take it as a compliment that you ran right into me?” Alfred queried as he pulled out one of the bench stools for her. 

“Most definitely,” Sarabi sat down as Alfred started dishing up her bacon and eggs. 

“Ah, Master Wayne, how did you sleep?” Alfred delicately placed Sarabi’s plate on the bench before dishing up another for Bruce who had just walked in. 

“Like shit, I mean crap,” Bruce corrected himself as Alfred stared him down. Bruce took a seat next to Sarabi and devoured his food. 

“Where is Claudia?” Sarabi inquired, looking around for her bestie and partner in crime.

“Miss Flynn awoke very early and went back to her apartment for work as it is a Monday,” Alfred answered, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“Oh okay. Wait, how in the hell did I end up in my bed?” Sarabi asked Bruce but from his bugged-out eyes, she knew he had no idea. Bruce had never been a good liar, well, at least to her.

“I have no clue, Sarbi,” Bruce stole a quick glance at Alfred that Sarabi noticed. She looked over at Alfred and his face remained stoic. Sarabi saw a glint in his eyes as his orbs locked with hers.

“Alfred? Did you?” Sarabi questioned as Alfred cleaned up the dishes. Sarabi wondered how Alfred could manage but she guessed it was possible. He was skinny but still well built from his years as an SAS soldier. He was strong but lean.

“Yes, Miss Nichols, I did. I hope you don’t mind. If you do then I apologise,” Alfred sincerely stated and Sarabi smiled.

“No that’s completely fine, thank you. I’m surprised you managed to carry my ass up those stairs,” Sarabi snickered as she stood up with Bruce.

“I am full of surprises, Miss Nichols,” Alfred quipped as he continued washing up. 

Sarabi’s voice caught in her throat so she slowly staggered out of the kitchen. She gulped in air as confusion filled her veins. Sarabi had no idea why these things were happening to her body. She had no idea why Alfred, of all people, was having an effect on her.

Sure, he was handsome in a classic sort of way and definitely would’ve been hot in his prime time. He also had a hypnotic voice. If Alfred talked about Wall Street statistics she’d be invested. Sarabi would not deny that Alfred had a lot going for him. He was attractive, charming, gentlemanly and kind but he was also about 45 years her senior. That in itself is wrong on so many levels but still, her body and heart felt something. Sarabi couldn’t put a finger on what it was but decided it was a mixture of fatigue and the headache that still lightly pounding through her head. 

“Sarbi, you alright?” Bruce placed a strong hand on her small shoulder, noticing her thoughtful but confused face. 

“Yeah, yeah, fine,” Sarabi shook the puzzled look on her face and smiled. Sarabi couldn’t speak to Bruce about this and felt that even Claudia wouldn’t understand. Claudia made jokes about Alfred being grandad hot and so forth but never had a thing for him. Plus, she was much more interested in Bruce and Diana Prince. Claudia was a classic bisexual, having no idea whom she found more attractive. ‘Bruce’s got the abs and money but Diana’s got the face and body of an angel’ she would always rant to Sarabi. One day she preferred Bruce then the next day it was Diana. Claudia had no idea of Bruce’s or Diana’s secret identities as Batman or Wonder Woman but she knew their maskless personas well. So well that she had battles over which one she could sleep with first. Sarabi had tried to tell Claudia that neither would be interested but she still tried.

“Ready to get back to work?” Bruce suggested and Sarabi patted him on the back.

“I’m actually excited to see what shit you got yourself while I was gone,” Sarabi slapped Bruce on the arm as the two made their way to the infamous Bat Cave. 

“What am I working on today?” Sarabi curiously asked as she walked towards her working desk still kept in prime condition. Alfred was a clean freak and clearly kept her desk scrubbed and spotless. 

“Gauntlets that absorb and dissipate energy, my own idea,” Bruce smugly showed off.

“Actually, Miss Prince’s idea. She’s had those gauntlets of her’s before she was born,” Alfred answered as he stepped out of the lift.

“And Wonder Woman’s gauntlets are there to minimise and weaken her powers. Talk about a real superhero with real superpowers,” Sarabi teased as she sat down at her desk.

“Watch your mouth, Sarabi before you lose your job,” Bruce warned with a wag of his finger.

“You know you love me,” Sarabi blew a kiss in Bruce’s direction as he stalked off to train or do paperwork, it was either of the two.

“Good one, Miss Nichols. I do remember Diana reminding me of how her gauntlets lessen her powers,” Alfred sat down beside her and pulled off the cloth covering the gauntlet idea.

“Here it is or at least the idea,” Alfred corrected himself as they both stared at the drawings.

“Shall we get to work?” Sarabi turned her head to Alfred and instantly regretted it. His stunning brown eyes caught her attention and sucked out all her sensibility. There was another stomach backflip before she snapped out of it.

“Most definitely, Miss Nichols,” Alfred shuffled closer to her and the two worked tirelessly on the idea Bruce swears he came up with.

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~ C H A P T E R  I ~

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Pairing: Alfred Pennyworth x OFC

Series Summary: Sarabi Nichols is Bruce Wayne’s life long friend that aids in creating weaponry and making outfits. When she was younger she had a thing for Bruce but now her taste has aged. Considerably. Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce’s guardian and butler is more her style now. Despite this knew found liking, Sarabi feels trapped. She can’t talk to Bruce about it and clearly can’t mention it to Alfred. The only person she has is her best friend, Claudia. Sarabi has to fight the things she feels for the older man because he could never feel the same way back, right? 

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Warnings: Swearing, mentions of kissing

Word Count: 1475

Author’s Note: 

I apologise that this part is kinda boring. This bit is mostly expositional, so you guys know what’s going on. I promise the rest of the chapters will not be like this.

The trees passed by in quick succession. Each tree made up of bright green leaves covering the sky from the road like a blanket. 

Though she had been up this way many times before, the serenity and peace she felt at the sight of the trees was surreal. 

Sarabi Nichols had spent the past 12 months discovering the beauty of Europe. She went to Italy, France, England, Spain and Switzerland. She flew 1st class, stayed in boujee hotels and got all the best treatment because of her life long friend Bruce Wayne. 

Bruce insisted on paying for everything no matter how big it was. With his billionaire status, it seemed like nothing. He knew Sarabi was stressed and needed time off, so he gave it to her in the only way he knew how. With luxury and in expense. 

Despite loving the stunning aesthetics of Europe, she missed Gotham. She missed Bruce, she missed Claudia, she missed Alfred and she missed her home, 

Sarabi had lived with Bruce for as long as she could remember. When Sarabi was only 6 her parents were killed by the infamous Clown Prince of Crime, Joker and left her as an orphan. She hated foster homes so she broke out and lived on the streets of Gotham. 

Bruce came into contact with her when she attempted to steal from his house at the age of 13. He took pity on her and adopted her. Even though he is about 15 years older than her, she saw him as a friend rather than a father.

Sarabi had to admit to herself that she used to have a little crush on Bruce. She knew it wasn’t just because of his money or good looks, it was because he saved her life. If he hadn’t taken her in then it’s possible she’d be dead on the streets or worse rotting alive. 

The crush never turned into anything. They kissed once when she was about 20 and Sarabi loved it. She had never kissed anyone and to her, it was the best thing she’d ever experienced. She didn’t feel any fireworks like her bestie Claudia said there would be but she felt warm. Claudia advised her that no fireworks or sparks meant no connection. Though the comment hurt, it slowly registered with Sarabi. 

She loved Bruce but not like that.

Claudia Flynn was her only friend other than Bruce and Alfred. Claudia was the most optimistic, joyful person Sarabi had ever met. There was never a dull moment with her. Claudia was supportive of everything Sarabi did but also told her when something wasn’t a good idea, like with Bruce. Claudia was outspoken, confident but also encouraging. 

Her other friend was Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce’s butler and weapons maker. Sarabi spent most of her working time with Alfred in the Bat Cave making weapons and such. Alfred was catty and opinionated but sure as hell funny when he made fun of Bruce. He usually muttered things under his breath and the British man helped get the jobs done quicker. He was also a gentleman always holding the door open for her and making her tea. She and Alfred got along perfectly. They talked pleasantly while they worked and made jokes about anything and everything, especially when those jokes were about Bruce.

All of these thoughts filled her head and before she knew it, Sarabi was at Wayne Manor’s gates. As soon as her driver made it to the front door Bruce came running out with Claudia at his heels. 

“Sarab! I’ve missed you so much!” Claudia pushed Bruce out of the way and threw her arms around Sarabi. 

“I missed you too but you didn’t have to push Bruce like that,” Sarabi wrapped her arms around Claudia’s neck as she attempted to grab her luggage bag. 

“He can handle it,” Claudia retorted with a smirk and Bruce feigned hurt.

“No Claudia that hurt,” Bruce pouted his bottom lip and Sarabi chuckled.

“Suck it up you little bitch,” Claudia let go of Sarabi and grabbed her backpack.

“Wow, that hurts my feelings,” Bruce stalked his way to Sarabi, still holding a shit-eating grin. He wrapped his burly arms around Sarabi and squeezed her tight.

“I miss you, Sarabi,” Bruce let go and picked up the rest of her bags.

“Thank you, Bruce. My own superhero,” Sarabi and Bruce laughed at the inside joke as Claudia looked on perplexed. 

The three walked Sarabi’s stuff up to the front door that was being held open by none other than Alfred Pennyworth. 

“Miss Nichols, welcome back,” Alfred greeted in his suave, British accent. Sarabi looked up and felt her stomach flutter. It was a strange feeling, one she had never felt before but it was good. She had never denied that his voice had always echoed through her head. It was just so perfect. It was charismatic but mysterious. A new thought popped into her head about Alfred but she pushed it out immediately, hoping her cheeks didn’t flush.

“Alfred how many times do I have to tell you, just call be Sarabi like everyone else,” Sarabi composed herself and watched the older man’s lips curl into a smile.

“Well, I am not like everyone else, Miss Nichols,” Alfred closed the door behind the trio and led the way to the kitchen.

“That is for sure,” Bruce commented and everybody laughed.

The rest of the night was spent by the fireplace catching up. Alfred constantly brought in wine and food whenever one of them wanted it. Claudia drank any alcohol offered while Sarabi was cautious. 

“Claudia, slow down,” Sarabi grabbed the shot out of her hand and placed it on the floor.

“You’re not my mother,” Claudia snatched it back and downed it quickly.

“You’re such a fucking child,” Sarabi rolled her eyes and sipped her beer.

“You two done arguing?” Bruce called from the kitchen as he grabbed another bottle of Jack.

“Possibly,” Claudia and Sarabi fell against each other in a fit of giggles. Claudia snorted on accident and they cackled louder. 

“Master Wayne? Do you want me to set up the guest room for Miss Flynn?” Alfred also kept a close eye on the group to make sure they didn’t set the place on fire.

“Yes Alfred, thanks,” Bruce walked back into the kitchen with the bottle of jack and Alfred rolled his eyes.

“Better get the Advil ready for tomorrow morning too,” Alfred whispered to himself as he walked off to ready the guest bedroom.

“Got some more to go around but not for you, Claudia. You’ve had enough,” Bruce poured himself and Sarabi a drink, watching as Claudia angrily sipped her wine.

“I would like some please,” Claudia quickly grabbed the bottle and drank straight from it. 

“Claudia! For fuck’s sake! You’re gonna be vomiting all night!” Sarabi pulled the bottle from Claudia’s mouth as Claudia tried to grab it back.

“No, that’s enough,” Bruce pulled Claudia back to a sitting position and watched her eyes flutter closed.

“I’m gonna have a small nap,” Claudia closed her eyes and Sarabi and Bruce withheld their laughter as she flopped on the ground like a fish out of water.

“Alfred!” Bruce shouted as quietly as possibly. Sarabi marvelled as Alfred practically appeared out of nowhere. 

“Yes, Master Wayne?” Alfred was clearly annoyed by their antics and just wanted to sleep.

“Can you help me carry Claudia up to the guest room?” Bruce grasped onto Claudia’s hands and beckoned for Alfred to move closer.

“Aren’t you the superhero?” The British man mumbled loud enough for them to hear.

“Yes and weren’t you an SAS soldier?” Bruce rebutted as he grabbed her hands and Alfred grabbed her legs.

“Yes like 30 years ago,” Alfred and Bruce hoisted her up and Sarabi snickered at Claudia’ swaying form.

Bruce was back pretty quickly with an annoyed Alfred.

“Anything else, Master Wayne?” Alfred breathed a sigh of relief when Bruce answered no.

“Goodnight Master Wayne, goodnight Miss Nichols and welcome back,” Alfred bowed lightly and walked off.

“Goodnight Alfred,” Sarabi waved as he strutted off.

“How has Gotham been, Bruce?” Sarabi asked in the light of the fire.

“As bad as ever. There seems to be way too many criminals these days,” Sarabi frowned as she noticed Bruce’s tired eyes.

“Well if all else fails, you have Claudia to be your trusty sidekick,” Sarabi raised her eyebrows in a goofy manner and was thankful that Bruce laughed.

“I guess she could scare the men away,” Bruce shook his head as he laughed.

“She scares everyone away,” Sarabi rested her head on Bruce’s large shoulder and felt herself fall asleep.

“Night, Brucey,” Sarabi quipped as her eyes closed.

“Night, Sarbi,” Bruce placed his arm on her shoulder delicately and the two of them fell asleep, curled up in each other’s arms.

<<INTRODUCTION<<  ~ ~ ~  >>CHAPTER 2>>

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Masterlist (Alfred Pennyworth x OFC)

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Introduction // Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10 // Chapter 11 //

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~ I N T R O D U C T I O N ~

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Pairing: Alfred Pennyworth x OFC

Synopsis: Sarabi Nichols is Bruce Wayne’s life long friend that aids in creating weaponry and making outfits. When she was younger she had a thing for Bruce but now her taste has aged. Considerably. Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce’s guardian and butler is more her style now. Despite this knew found liking, Sarabi feels trapped. She can’t talk to Bruce about it and clearly can’t mention it to Alfred. The only person she has is her best friend, Claudia. Sarabi has to fight the things she feels for the older man because he could never feel the same way back, right? 

Category: Romance

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Cast: 

Zendaya as Sarabi Nichols

Jeremy Irons as Alfred Pennyworth

Ben Affleck as Bruce Wayne/Batman

Lily Rose Depp as Claudia

Epigraph:

I find older men more attractive than boys. I need a man who can teach me a thing or two

        - Donatella Versace

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Bruce Wayne/Batman or Alfred Pennyworth. All rights to their owners. I only own Sarabi Nichols and Claudia.

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