#ablumeforflora

[manhattcnite]

@ablumeforflora​​  sent : ❛ dibs is dibs. ❜

“dibs?  that’s  all  you  have  to  say  to  me?  this  is  my  weekend  and  you’re  gonna  call  dibs  so  you  can  take  my  son  to  go  hang  out  with  that...”  douchebag,  jackass,  schmuck,  prick  are  all  colorful  phrases  that  run  through  his  mind  before  finally  settling  upon:  “...that  dork.”  finley,  as  of  late,  was  absorbing  just  about  anything  and  everything  and  repeating  it. it  was  both  a  challenge  and  a  sobering  realization  that  his  little  boy  wasn’t  so  little  anymore. henry  could  see  him  now  in  the  peripherals,  perched  at  the  kitchen  counter,  staring  at  both  parents,  neglecting  his  bowl  of  cereal  and  listening  in  on  their  conversation. he  didn’t  really  care  if  finley  went  back  to  noah  and  told  him  his  father  thought  he  was  a  dork,  anything  to  needle  his  way  under  that  assholes  skin,  but  he  knew  flora  would  never  let  him  live  it  down  if  their  son  went  to  school  and  called  one  of  his  classmates,  or  teachers,  a  schmuck... again.

“what’s  so  important  about  this  weekend,  huh?  what’s  the  saintly  noah  baker  doing  now?  another  acapella  sing  along  at  the  local  orphanage?  volunteering  at  the  food  kitchen?  oh,  no,  maybe  he’s  going  to  give  toys  to  the  children’s  ward  down  at  your  hospital?”  he  could  see  it  now. noah  baker  with  a  busting  bundle  of  toys  under  one  arm  and  his  acoustic  guitar  tucked  under  the  other  to  sing  frére  jacques. it  made  him  sick,  it  made  him  want  to  pummel  noah’s  dimwitted-looking  face. “no,  absolutely  not. he’s  not  his  son,  he’s  mine  and  he’s  gonna  stop  acting  like  he's  finley’s  father,  or  else  i’ll  break  his  damn  nose.”  

[henrysdunne]

🎉

🎉 for a hug filled with laughter

The boat ride from Shanghai felt like it had gone on for eternity. In fact, his entire trip from Germany to Austria to Australia to Shanghai felt like eternity. All so he could hitch a ride on a ship to the west coast, San Francisco specifically. He wasn’t even sure if Flora had made it back yet, but he was assuming by the time he made it to the states they would have sent all the medical personnel home. Henry sent letters to the address she’d given him while he was shuffling from country to country, but there was no saying whether they’d even reached her or if he was going to get a response with all his traveling. When the ship finally docked in the harbor, to some mild fanfare, he couldn’t collect his belongings and get off fast enough. 

It wasn’t long before he was stepping outside the taxi that pulled up to the Blume residence. He was so anxious to see her, hailing the cab right at the docks, that he didn’t even bother checking into the hotel first. As he slung his pack up on his shoulder, he thought maybe he should have at least dropped it off first so he didn’t have to carry it around. And then his mind dwelled on whether or not she was even going to be home. She could still be half way across the world or even on the opposite side of the country waiting for her discharge. She could be shacking up with some upstart or general that she’d patched up. There was enough men going in and out of that aid station and he’d neglected sending letters towards the end of the war when everything was getting chaotic. When he didn’t know where they were going to be on any given day and even when the Germans began to surrender they had to deal with all their personnel and prisoners, which took up most days following the cease fire. 

Heavy, languid steps took him to the front porch of the Blume home. It was nothing like the Dunne manor back home, plopped down in the middle of Manhattan in the midst of the chaotic city. This was a home he’d seen in all those films with the cookie cutter family and their white picket fence houses. All it needed was a swing. He didn’t observe one, but for all he knew it was tied up on a tree around the back. Before he could even knock on the door, he was met face to face with who he could only assume was Mrs. Blume. She seemed to scrutinize him for awhile as he told her about his convoy docking in the San Francisco Bay and how he’d met her daughter all the way back in Germany near the front line. After she’d decided he wasn’t some crazy appearing at their door, she disappeared into the house, leaving him on the porch.

Henry brushed his cap off the top of his head as he waited, only turning when he heard a soft ‘Henry?’ and was met with all of her. Literally. He caught her just as he was turning, all 5 foot nothing of her that caused him to almost tumble down the front steps. The two of them laughed as he steadied himself, his arms circling her waist, his head craning up to give her a kiss. A kiss that he’d been fantasizing about since the one she’d given him the night before his jump into France and since he’d left her at the aid station. But, was once again prevented from doing so at the appearance of her father in the doorway. He set her down on the porch, stealthily smoothing out the back of her dress that had bunched up just above her ass. 

“Hello, sir, I’m Henry Dunne. I met Flora while overseas and she helped patch me up. I just thought I’d drop by and say hello.” he offered his hand to the man, who gave it a long look before finally shaking and quickly releasing it. When he spoke, her father didn’t address Henry, he went over his head to where Flora was behind him. “You can invite the Lieutenant in for dinner.” was his only response before dipping back inside the house, but not before giving Henry a cursory, judgmental glance. Henry turned towards Flora with a slight grin as she took his hand, pulled him down for a peck on the cheek, and started to lead him inside. “C’mon, I can show you around the house and introduce you to everybody.” 

[down-in-dixie]

⋆ ☆ ⋆

ℋi, everyone! So this month of October marks my seventh year here on Tumblr ( I can’t believe it’s been that long already!) and to celebrate I decided to do ━ for the first time ever ━ a ℱollow ℱorever. I don’t know why it took me seven years to do one but I suppose it’s better late than never. Right? Anyway, before I start naming people, I just want to give a little shout out to the mutuals on the list ( especially those of you who have been following me for several years now ). Thanks for sticking with me all this time, and for all the love and support that you’ve given me over the years. It means a lot and I really do appreciate it. You’re the best!  Love ya. ♥ In no particular order

@wearebraveyourhighness, @likepapertowns, @solaciummeae, @oncerussian, @redemptivexheroics, @multifacet-ed, @flawedheroines, @damagedbyfate, @tohavelost, @detholmes, @memoirsverse, @atemyboyfriend, @heartxshaped-bruises, @brooklynislandgirl, @cxmewhxtmxy, @agentharrisonofshield, @xprincessofanarchyx, @although-i-dont-play-fair-, @breannasewell, @potstickerhero, @xsecretxonesx, @thecharmedmechanic, @magicinthestory, @buck-naasty, @gn-muses, @hauntedheartshq, @normallyxstrange, @expanding-infinity, @spxritguardixns, @dcbethkane, @cocktail-party-in-an-abattoir, @super-nerdy-chick, @whoeverdares, @stcriestcld, @n-melissab, @avarice-rising, @shelookedlikexrt, @stark-red19, @ryik-the-writer, @taymagic, @legendary-prince-of-thieves, @swan-queen-is-magic, @achele-gleerphh,  @bravelostgirl, @lovingcanhurts, @beautedelicateus, @spoder-mooon, @darklightqueengaia96, @alexandra-ouat, @jadem1122, blog-rogue-us, @thefandomallrounder, @bxdbxgirl, @egmazacs, @my-mechanical-heart, @whatta-weirdo, @bechloed, @rhonda100, @aggressively-moist-sloth, @flower-machines, @summersnow82, @debbieoceawn, @lolcat76, @dcsuperheroesfame, @sweet-disaster-ann, @jimmybpride, @lucifer-is-that-weird-uncle, @voteforthenerds, @gaydarmonkey, @thelancer, @blackwatershipper, @robinstinson4ever, @teishikatas, @kpoptiem, @every-nght, @bloggingsmallville, @piperrhalliwells, @c-h-a-i-n-s-a-w, @book-of-ink, @awildsavvy, @alone-with-company, @train-harder-to-be-better, @savvyseverine, @athpluver, @seremela05-blog, @mtr-amg, @superliz6, @lolabean07, @lonefaith, @pushzeen, @starklinqs, @bigdlittle-i-big-n-little-o-blog, @lucrimc, @our-ulysses, @resa-bella, @freddyfio, @libertarian-therapist, @bordeauxroses, @katebeckett, @cloned-commander, @anira8884, @hyoloyo, @fangirlsworld-myworld, @mrschuckbartowski, @normanijanehansen, @sarcana, @missmenage, @ofolympusandtheunderworld, @storybrookexladies, @warpedscientist, @westleigh, @theresaxrutherford, @canwejustskipit, @sofuckingchuffed, @sapphicscholar, @thatsjustsupergirl, @icmshe, @lamxnsters, @pxwerriderandrxbbit, @xstreet-smartsx, @protectlenaluthor, @alexdanversdaily, @applecrowned, @fy-negovanman, @regalparrillas, @soundslikehope, @yeozus, @lucyllawless, @regalyswanqueen, @loveatfirstsight-atlastsight, @wondercanaries, @i-was-always-the-queen, @heatherfield, @stregaomega, @asgardodinsons, @tonxstark, @hcneyrps, @niki-frost, @ablumeforflora, @dailyblacklightning, @debbielouocean, @chxrmcd, @dcladies, @sparkofinsanity81, @n-d-a-y, @singinprincess, @incendiaglacies, @blairwarner, @polniaczek, @aish-rai, @ibuzoo, @droo216, @cmpassionatesoul, @panlight, @accidentally-gay, @s-ooyoungs, @classydepablo, @irish-trish, @mystifyinglane, @kissinggods-againstalltheodds, @alyssinmymind

I may do a part II later because there’s still quite a lot of people that I follow that didn’t make it on here this time around, but this it for now.

[manhattcnite]

@ablumeforflora​  sent : ❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜

it  was  the  first  christmas  eve  he  had  spent  with  his  son,  now  four  and  still  apprehensive  of  this  new  man  in  his  life.  henry  was  patient  when  it  came  to  finley  and  his  needs,  despite  the  animosity  that  hung  heavy  over  the  festivities  due  to  richard  blume  making  it  painfully  obvious  he  didn’t  approve  of  henry’s  presence…  or,  really  anything  that  henry  did.    he  could  tell  richard  was  used  to  being  the  paternal  figure  and  wasn’t  about  to  let  the  absent  father  swoop  in  and  take  the  reins.  at  least,  the  rest  of  the  blume’s  were  cordial  enough.  whether  or  not  they  had  any  lingering  resentment  towards  him  went  unspoken  and,  of  course,  that  could’ve  been  flora’s  doing.  nevertheless,  he  enjoyed  the  evening  and  hoped  by  next  year  finley  could  take  the  trip  to  new  york  with  him  to  spend  the  holidays  with  the  dunne’s.  since  finding  out  she  was  a  grandmother,  his  mother  had  been  on  him  about  getting  finley  home.

henry  was  slipping  into  his  jacket,  preparing  to  head  out  and  take  the  cab  that  had  pulled  up  along  the  blume  home,  when  flora  joined  him  in  the  foyer.  stay?  he  was  sure  this  invitation  was  coming  more  from  flora  and  joanne  than  richard.  “  uh,  what’s  your  dad  have  to  say  about  that?  ”  the  faintest  of  smiles  appeared  on  his  lips.  while  henry  would  love  to  wake  up  christmas  morning  to  be  with  his  son  and  open  gifts,  he  could  sense  something  between  him  and  richard.  a  stewing  anger  that  was  likely  to  come  to  head  at  the  most  inappropriate  time.  like  his  four  year  old  opening  presents  under  the  christmas  tree.  “  i  don’t  know  if  that’s  such  a  good  idea,  flo.  your  old  man  seems  ready  to  hang  me  with  the  decorations  outside  if  you  catch  my  drift.  ”

[manhattcnite]

☼

send ☼ for a dream headcanon

not  me  saying  henry  doesn’t  dream  and  not  realizing  i  had  a  dream  headcanon  in  my  ask  box,  lmao.  so,  i’ll  turn  this  one  into   different  type  of  dreams!  like  what  he’s  dreamed  for  him,  flora,  and  the  kiddos.  henry  would  love  to  retire  one  day,  whenever  flora  is  good  and  ready  to  retire  from  nursing  (  whenever  that  may  be  )  and  move  out  of  new  york.  i  always  had  a  thought  that  maybe  finley  goes  off  to  college  out  in  california  and  they  decide  to  retire  out  there?  actually,  what’s  more  likely  to  happen  is  henry  retires  from  the  dunne  enterprises  because  he  has  no  desire  to  run  it  for  the  rest  of  his  life  or  hand  it  off  to  finley  (  maybe  it  gets  a  new  ceo  to  run  it  while  still  remaining  in  the  dunne  family  or  one  of  his  brothers  take  it  over  )  and  flora  takes  a  position  at  a  new  hospital.  whatever  it  may  be!  he  just  wants  to  be  with  his  family  full  time  instead  of  constantly  having  to  deal  with  the  business.  

[manhattcnite]

☾

send ☾ for a sleep headcanon

henry  is  a  middle  of  the  bed  kinda  sleeper.  he  and  flora  definitely  had  to  go  bed  shopping  when  they  first  moved  in  together  because  he’s  a  big  guy  and  needs  all  the  room  he  can  get.  plus,  even  though  flora  is  small,  she  was  probably  sick  of  him  invading  her  entire  space,  lmao.  not  to  mention  needing  the  extra  room  when  finley  would  climb  into  bed  with  them  when  he  was  little.  he  doesn’t  dream  much,  or,  at  least,  he  doesn’t  remember  his  dreams,  so  there’s  no  tossing  and  turning  through  the  night  or  mumbling  in  his  sleep.  however,  henry  can   snore  pretty  loudly  until  you  roll  him  on  his  back  to  get  him  to  stop  (  cue  flora  being  woken  up  in  the  middle  of  the  night  to  have  to  push  him  over  so  the  fog  horn-like  snoring  ceases  lol  ).  as  for  attire,  he’ll  sleep  mostly  in  a  plain  t-shirt,  or  one  of  his  old  university  tees,  and  a  pair  of  boxer  shorts.  in  the  winter  time,  it’s  a  gray  pair  of  sweatpants  or  striped  pajama  pants.  he  gives  off  a  lot  of  heat,  so  he  never  really  layers  up.  plus,  the  blankets  and  comforters  that  flora  puts  on  their  bed  is  enough  for  him.  i  can’t  think  of  any  other  sleep/bed  headcanon  besides  that  he’s  probably  always  trying  to  jump  flora’s  bones  every  night  lmao

[henrysdunne]

🏩

🏩   :   book a valentine’s trip away with my muse.

Henry knew he was getting way ahead of himself. They were mostly just screwing around and going on small lunch dates…. which usually led to more screwing around. He was beginning to grow tired of having to sneak about the office and even outside of it. Going two or three boroughs over just to have lunch was becoming too time consuming and even then, there was still a big chance Henry would run into someone he or his parents knew. The Dunne’s had connections just about everywhere in this city and there was no escaping friends, business partners, or other associates no matter how hard he tried to avoid them.

Flora wasn’t due in the office today, so he made the trip down to the cafe where she was pulling a double shift. They were just closing up when he arrived, a bouquet of roses in hand and presented to her purposely in front of the simp that owned the place. Noah was always giving off weird vibes and, to tell the truth, he’d rather her work elsewhere. He was always staring, doe eyed, at Flora like she was the center of his world and the light of his life. The last time Henry was in here, Noah was entertaining a group of children on his acoustic guitar, which made him cringe. If he had a little less control, Henry would have knocked the guy into one of his hand made Valentine displays, but he was sure Flora wouldn’t appreciate that. 

“Are these for me?” Flora gladly took the bouquet, an assortment of red, white, and pink roses because Henry was unable to decide which color she’d like best.“Of course, Flo. Anything for my best girl.” his voice purposely carried to the not-so-subtle cafe owner sweeping at nothing in particular, clearly eaves dropping in the corner. Henry wrenched her hips forward, sealing her in a kiss that was more heated and possessive than it needed to be, but he was determined to give her little admirer a show.“I’m sure you say that to plenty of girls.” Flora’s pushed him back with a look.“No, only you. And I don’t usually jet set anybody else for a 3 day weekend.”“What do you mean?”“Pack your bags, Blume, I got us a jet to take us to Venice for the weekend.”“Wh— Henry, I can’t just leave I have to work all weekend.”“Sure you can! There’s no one else who can pick up some shifts?”

It was said loud enough to signal a response from Noah. Henry’s gaze drifted off to the corner where he was still sweeping that one spot. When he realized the questions was directed at him, Noah turned with a tight lipped smile and a small shrug of his shoulders. “Oh, I’m sure a few of the others can pick up some shifts! Not very many people get the opportunity to take such a lavish vacation and…” Noah’s voice trailed off as Henry immediately tuned him out and peered back down at Flora. “See? C’mon, get your stuff. I’ll drive you home to pack.” Flora seemed to mull that over for a few moments before finally giving him an ‘ok!’, a quick peck on the cheek, and racing into the back to gather her belongings.

 It left the two men in a quiet stand off, Henry forcing a smile in Noah’s direction, which was met with the same expression. The two couldn’t be any different. While Henry screamed ivy league in his peacoat, perfectly pressed button down, khaki pants, and class ring on his finger, Noah looked like he was better suited reading poetry down in Brooklyn with the other hipsters.“I’m sure Flora will have a great time. She’s very special and she deserves a break from things. I’ve only ever seen pictures of Italy and I hope she gets to see all the wonderful sights!”“Oh, yeah, I hope we have enough time to get out of bed and see the sights. She can be quite vigorous.” a smirk tugged at his lips, refraining from divulging any other intimate details Flora would kill him for. “Or else I may have to take her there again… but for longer.”

[henrysdunne]

“Did we use protection?”

He wasn’t entirely sure at what ungodly hour they’d stumbled into her apartment. After one too many drinks at the company party, celebrating a project well done with a satisfied client, the two of them made a stealthy move of exiting the banquet hall and hailing a cab to Flora’s neighborhood. Henry never made it a habit of dealing with the interns, more times than not he’d thrown the task onto some unsuspecting project manager and called it a day, but now that he’d graduated and was gifted with a bigger role in the business, his parents were intent on putting him at the forefront. Once he’d actually gotten a look at the interns, specifically Flora and all her dry wit, he couldn’t help but insert himself in their daily tasks. Even if it was just to annoy her. Somewhere along the way it became more than that and now here he was. 

Sprawled out on a floral duvet with a skull pulsing migraine and a weight that sat like a rock in the pit of his stomach, waiting to make its travel north once he pulled himself upright. The last thing he remembered was barely making it past the threshold of her front door before the discarding of clothes began. If he were to peer down, he would see the trail of clothes they left from the hallway to the edge of the bed. Henry carefully craned his neck, eyes narrowed, to see Flora looking at him expectantly. Hardly even registering the question she’d asked. 

“I, uh… I don’t remember.” the comforter was lifted to inspect and he saw there was no condom on him, or discarded anywhere else in the bed. His eyes scanned the floor and a small waste bin only to further confirm there was no spent condom or torn up wrapper. It was unlike him to be this careless and, as he thought about it, he didn’t go to the banquet carrying a rubber, so it was all up to whether or not he used one of hers or she was on the pill. “I don’t think we did so, um, you’re on birth control, right? Or somethin’… because I didn’t even have anything on me.”

[henrysdunne]

[ eat ]

[ eat ]   your muse eating mine out + [ blindfold ]   your muse blindfolding mine 

It had taken some convincing to get the blindfold on her. She was immediately suspicious of the suggestion, eying him with a look that told him he better not try something sneaky. What that could possibly be was beyond him. The thought of trying something different, however small and tame, excited him. Their sex life was in no way lackluster or boring, but every once and awhile he wanted to make an attempt to spice it up. Placing the blindfold on her, stripping her down slowly until she was completely naked and laying flat on her back caused that familiar buzz to surge through his body. For a long moment, he thought about bounding her wrists to the headboard, a thought that sent a heat pooling to his groin, but ultimately decided not to.

With each light touch he made to her body, he could feel how tense she was, muscles tight, unsure of what he was about to do. His fingertips smoothed over her thighs, slid between her legs and pried them open as wide as she would let him. Henry leaned forward kissing and nipping her inner thigh until he was teasing her with his tongue. With that, he heard a soft moan which only grew louder as he worked her with his mouth and tongue. The pad of his thumb gently rubbed at her clit in slow, even circles and then he was pulling back, using his free hand to slide his fingers inside her. His gaze drifted upwards, watching her squirm and moan under his touch, begging him not to stop. She wouldn’t see it but he couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at the corners of his lips. “Keep your legs open for me, Flo.”

She did as he asked as he slowly pumped two of his fingers in and out of her and then continued to tease her by flattening his tongue against her. She began first by threading her fingers through his hair then pulling to the point where he thought she was going come away with large tufts of hair. She moaned out his name in a way he knew she was close. Her thighs squeezed his head, her muscles tensed and her fingers curled tightly into his hair. “Cum for me, Flora.” he murmured, moaning himself at the feel of his hair getting pulled. It didn’t take long for her to peak. In one loud gasp and a moan that probably could have been heard all throughout the house, she was spilling over the edge while his tongue washed over her. 

Henry stood from the bed, watching as her breaths tried to steady in her chest and stomach. There was still enough time in the day to continue, school wasn’t going to let out for another hour and a half. So, he began unbuckling his belt, the button of his jeans and then slid them off along with his boxer shorts and the t-shirt he had on. By that time, Flora had finally pulled the blindfold from her eyes only to find him situating himself between her legs. One hand stroking his length and the other pushing against her knee to keep her legs open. “Sorry, Flora.” rough fingers grabbed at her thighs, pulling her flush against him before reaching between their bodies to grasp ahold of his cock and ease it inside her with a grunt. “We’re not done yet.”

[henrysdunne]

rush

rush tackle them to the ground.

It was an unusually bright, winter day near the Rhine. Almost eerie in the ghostly scenery of the snow on the ground and the tops of the trees that surrounded the med station. Henry was in his last weeks of rehab and was honestly ready to get back out on the front. From the stories brought in from some of the injured, it was a brutal battle being fought in the Ardennes. The only thing that was really keeping him from going AWOL was Flora. She’d been tending to him for over a month. Getting him edible, hot food, chocolate, making sure he was comfortable with enough blankets if she could spare them. The proximity was almost unbearable. They stole lingering touches here and there and on a few occasions he almost kissed her, but thought better of it when he remembered she also had a CO she took orders from.

In fact, he was trying to steal one of those kisses as they had a rare moment to themselves. One arm was propped on a crutch while his free hand toyed with the fabric of her nurses apron, a big red cross stamped right on the front of it that glared in his face. “I really want to kiss you. Well, to be honest, I want to do more than that, but I’m a gentleman so I’ll just tell you how good it’s gonna be when—.” she silenced him with a finger to his lips and quickly slipped past him and moved to the opposite side of the room. “You’re intent on getting me in trouble.” Henry opened his mouth to say more when a booming voice from the other room shouted ‘Incoming!’. And then he heard it. A low whistle that only grew louder as it dropped down from the sky. It sounded close, he wasn’t sure how close but he was already moving towards Flora, hobbling as best he could before pulling her down and under the medical table. 

It hit just far enough away from the med station that it only shattered the windows, jostled the supplies on the shelves, and sent snow and dirt flying. “Are you okay?! Flora?!” his ears were ringing something fierce, the room was coming in a blur but he could see her moving. He felt for her legs, back, arms and wasn’t met with any dampness of blood. When he could finally see straight and the ringing dulled, he saw she was perfectly fine. “Are you hurt?!” he could hear her shouting back, gesturing towards his thigh. He looked down to see that one of his stitches had busted wide open and was now staining his pants with blood. “Ah, fuck.” 

Once the dust settled and Henry was back on his bunk, Flora sat at the edge with her medical kit, meticulously stitching him back up. His pants and boxer shorts were off but he was covered with the top sheet of his bed, a screen cornered off the bunk as she performed her work. “You know,” he started as he lit up a cigarette for himself. “This could be the time when we… you know. I’m half naked here and you could have your way with me.” a smirk played on his lips, although she didn’t seem all that amused. “We don’t have enough supplies to keep stitching you back up, Dunne.” she cut the last of the string and began packing up her equipment. “Because I wouldn’t be gentle…” she gave him a suggestive wink before slipping away from his bed. The cigarette dangled from his lips, the smoke burning his eyes as he watched her walk away, wishing she hadn’t said that because it would be playing in his mind, tormenting him until the war was over and he could finally get her alone.

[henrysdunne]

“ i’ve never been so tired in my life ”

Exhaustion clung to every inch of his body, hung on every muscle like a five ton weight. The sweet embrace of some much needed sleep crept up on them only to be quickly snatched away by their screaming bundle of joy. She seemed intent on waking them up every other hour and, on more than one occasion, she’d immediately stopped the water works as soon as he stepped foot in the door. No need for a diaper change. No excess gas. Wouldn’t take the bottle. It seemed like she just wanted someone to keep her company at 2 o’clock in the morning. Finally, after the baby woke up a very angered Finley, Flora came back into the room with her and set her on the bed with them. She quickly fell asleep, pacifier tucked between her lips, couched within her support ring so she didn’t roll under them in the middle of the night.

“Yeah, you can say that again.” he murmured softly, raking a hand through his hair, dragging it across his face and cupping his eyes with a sigh. “I’d say this is your fault.”“What? I didn’t get pregnant all by myself.”“No, she’s only three months old and she’s already getting your dramatics.”“And what’s that supposed to mean?”“As soon as I open the door, she stops crying and smiles up at me like we were gonna start playing or something. Then, when I went to walk away she started up again.”“You ever think it’s because you wouldn’t put her down for the first two months of her life, coddled her and now she’s attached to you? Because she doesn’t do that to me.” “Oh, so you’re saying because I wanted to bond with my daughter I ended up creating a monster? No, this is all you coming out. Embrace it, babe.”

Flora gave him one of her standard looks, too tired to argue with him and too cautious about not waking the baby with any bickering. Henry slid under the top sheet and comforter, careful with his movements, almost stopping once the girl with the iron lungs started fidgeting in place, but she quietly settled back down. Deep down he knew Flora may have been right. At this rate, their little girl probably wasn’t going to learn to walk until she was ten. He carried her just about everywhere, fussed over her whether Flora needed the help or not, and ended up taking an extended leave to be around the house more often. At one point, he was considering taking an early retirement but was snapped back to reality by his mother.

He tucked himself into the bed as Flora snapped the lights off, and positioned himself onto his side facing the baby, listening to the soft breaths that passed through her tiny body. He wasn’t likely to get much sleep and would probably be getting up in just a few hours to put a pot of coffee on when the next round of wails shook the house. It was looking as if they were going to have to rely on power naps and taking turns catching some sleep during the day.

[henrysdunne]

[ dress ]

[ dress ]   your muse having mine dress up in lingerie.

“I’ve got something for you.” he’d impatiently waited all night to present his gift to her. Fin took forever packing his overnight bag for his grandparents, acting as though he was going for months and not just two nights. Then he was having a dilemma with choosing which gaming console he wanted to bring with him. Henry was half ready to shove a few hundred dollars in his sons hand so he could stop at the store and buy another system just for his grandparents house, but he resisted. Once Fin was gone and they’d gotten the phone call that he’d made it to the Dunne estate safely, Henry shoved a neatly wrapped box at Flora as she began her nightly prep. He wasn’t even bothering with hiding how eager he was.

“Oh?” she smirked, eyeing up the package. “And what’s this?”“Open it and you’ll see.”  he stood at her side, waiting as patiently as he could. She examined the box, then shook it before carefully peeling back the wrapping. He rocked gently on his heels, hands stuffed deep in his pockets, remembering all too well that Flora always took her time and saved the paper whenever she received gifts. Part of him thought maybe she was even doing it on purpose just to rile him up. After what felt like eternity, she finally opened the box and pulled out the piece of lingerie he’d bought her. “How could I have ever guessed that this was going to be my present?”“I think you should try it on.” his fingers laced through her hair, giving it a playful tug. She gave  a look as though she was making a complicated decision, eye squinting towards the ceiling. He waited on bated breath, desperate to get his dick wet as always, moving his fingers along the side of her neck and planting a kiss on her cheek. “Mmm…. okay!”  

As soon as she disappeared around the corner and into their bathroom, he was quickly tiding himself up, checking himself out in the mirror, smelling himself. He tried to be light on his feet so she couldn’t hear him moving back and forth as he straightened everything out and took off some of his work clothes. He then sat on the bed waiting for her to come back out. The minutes ticked by to the point where he thought maybe he picked the wrong size. He was ready to ask if she died in there, but suddenly the bathroom door swung up and she stood there, hands tightly pulling her bath robe together, staring back at him.

“Is everything alright?” he said after a long silence, a smirk drawing itself on his lips.“It’s a little breezy, Henry.”He laughed and stood up from the bed, taking the few steps towards her so he could draw her back to the bed. “But, that’s the best part, Flo.”“I bet you got a hard on just looking at the crotchless lingerie.”“Almost.” he admitted. “Thinking of you in it.” 

Henry took careful backwards steps towards the bed and sat back down on it. His hands reached for her waist, smoothing slowly over the fabric of the bath robe, so he could pull her in between his legs. “Another good thing is… you don’t even have to take it off.” his fingers tugged gently on the belt of the robe, allowing it to fall open. He couldn’t help but run his hands all over her. Over her breasts, down her sides, along her thighs. There was no denying how much he wanted her in that moment. She let the robe slide off her shoulders as Henry pulled her onto the bed with him, switching their positions so he was now on top. His lips finding hers, hands sliding smoothly between her legs, entirely desperate and wanting more.

[henrysdunne]

✘ (mwuhahahahaa)

✘ my muse finding out they are infected and telling yours.

Henry was silent, a rage began to swell deep inside. He heard the words, but refused to piece them together in order for them to make sense. There was a mounting fury bottling itself up, brewing just beneath the surface, and waiting to rear its ugly head at any given moment. He didn’t want to listen. The bite on her neck glared at him, mocking him. They couldn’t even stave off the infection due to its location. She was holding about the tenth gauze pad to her neck because it just wouldn’t stop bleeding. She’s pleading with him, telling him she’s sorry, but also having the audacity to tell him that she had done the right thing by going to the aid of that new group staying out in the woods. Well, what about him and Sam? How were they supposed to go on without her? Typical Flora never thinking before thrusting herself into danger.

He’s quiet still, pacing around the room. A coherent thought couldn’t even form itself in his mind. He’s ready to say fuck it and run off. He doesn’t want to deal with something this heavy, but he knows if he takes off, he’ll never come back and he’ll regret it for the rest of his life. “So, this is what you get? This is what you get for helping people, huh?” there was another bout of silence that hung between them, only Sam’s muffled sobs filled the room. “This is what you fucking get?!” his voice boomed, echoing off the walls. “Henry, stop!” Sam finally spoke. “No, I’m not gonna stop, Sam. Where the fuck were you when this was all happening?” he suddenly turned his fury on the youngest Blume who looked at him in bewilderment. “Me?!”

The two began hashing it out, a weakening Flora stuck in the middle of them. She was already looking pale, dark circles under eyes, and the infection on her neck was spreading. The bickering only came to an end when she slammed a hand down on the table. They fell silent, looking down at Flora slumped on one of the metal stools. “You two are really going to stand there and scream at each other while I’m sitting here dying?” Henry stared at Sam for a few moments before taking a deep breath, allowing the tension to ease from his rigid frame. He lowered himself to Flora’s level, taking her hand. “Flora, we’re gonna have to get you out of here. If anyone finds out… I don’t know how they’ll react, we don’t know any of them.”

Awhile later they were wrapping Flora’s wound as best they could, covering it with a scarf, and sticking her in a down jacket. Part of him thinking, morbidly, they were lucky they moved to a cooler climate and weren’t going to look too suspicious trying to get out of the camp. They managed to clear the gates without too many questions and were half way towards their destination when Flora’s legs gave out and Henry had to carry her the rest of the way. Her body felt like it was on fire, her breathing ragged, and by the time they got towards the lake she was coughing up blood. He set her up on one of the benches getting as comfortable as possible.

“Henry,”“Don’t talk. You’re gonna tire yourself out.” he tried giving her a sip of water, but was met with another coughing fit and a spattering of blood.“You have to take care of Sam. She doesn’t have anybody.”“Flora…” “It’s not her fault. Don’t blame her. Promise you won’t blame her.”“I’m… I’m not going to blame her. And it’s not like I was gonna just take her back to camp and leave her there. I’ll take care of her, I promise. Don’t be worrying up to the very last second.” that seemed to ease her mind for the moment. Henry placed a hand on her cheek and leaned in to give her a kiss, swallowing down the lump in his throat. “I love you, Flora.” “I love you too.” 

Eventually, Henry allowed Sam to have some time with Flora. The gun he’d brought sat heavy on his belt and now he was thinking that he wasn’t even sure if he was going to be able to go through with it. Deep down he knew he had to. Allowing her to come back as one of those things would haunt he (and Sam) forever. He figured he’d wait to the very last second, making sure Sam was nowhere in sight before he did it. They could tell everyone back at camp that they were ambushed, there was nothing they could do, and Flora was lost. No one really knew the three of them that well and so they wouldn’t ever question it.

[henrysdunne]

“TURN OFF THE RADIO, LAST CHRISTMAS IS PLAYING!”

All he wanted was a reprieve from all things Christmas. She had them watching every holiday themed movie, listening to every Christmas tune, and now she’d somehow managed to find the yule log television channel that was playing Christmas music around the clock. He felt like their Christmas Eve would be better spent fucking, eating, drinking, and fucking some more. And maybe showering in between, which also meant fucking if they were both going in at the same time. Now he was stuck, laying in bed half naked, and eating some Santa and reindeer shaped cookies the hotel had left for them as a gift for staying with the ‘best hotel in Sterling.’ 

“Flo, pick one!” he said through a mouth full of cookie. “Either we listen to the radio or the television. I don’t want George Michael in one ear and Michael Bublé in another.”“This is not Michael Bublé it’s Jason Mraz.” she corrected him.“Oh, excuse me. Fuckin’ stone me in the town square.”“Why are you suddenly in such a bad mood?”“I’m not in a bad mood I just… Flora, I’ve heard about ten different versions of winter wonderland in the last hour. And, I think we could be doing something better with our time.”“Like what?”“You know… that thing we do that requires repetitive motion and builds to a climax.”“Henry!” she tossed one of the throw pillows at her face. “We’ve had sex twice since we got up. We’re gonna end up spending Christmas in the ER because your dick is swollen.”“At least, I’ll have a story to tell my friends. So much ass it sent me to the hospital.”

She didn’t seem to amused at that thought and began to slide herself off the bed. He knew she wanted to do more than just lay in the room and screw Christmas away. She’d made mention of going down into the market to try and find a small tree for the room. He supposed he could spare a few hours without wanting to hump her leg, but he wasn’t going to not complain the entire time. He watched as she moved around the room collecting her clothes and started in on another cookie. One he was supposed to be sharing but had eaten most of them.

“What about one for the road? We could sneak one in real quick.”“Henry, it’s never just real quick. It’s an entire ordeal.”“Well, most women would be glad I didn’t last two seconds but if that’s what you want…”“What I want is to get out before all the trees are gone.”“Not even a blow job? Or a hand job? Something to hold me off until we get back? I mean, you can just stand there and bend over and I’ll beat one out no problem.”

[henrysdunne]

“Can you help me put the star on top of the tree?”

“What’s wrong? Can’t manage on those puny legs of yours, Flo?” he’d noticed her struggling a few moments ago and thought he’d watch on, amused, until she finally asked him for some help. She had the ladder out and was trying to balance on the last step while also attempting to not knock the tree over. The tree she insisted on getting despite the hassle it took to get it strapped on the car, wrangling it onto the elevator, fighting to get it through the door (with as little help from her and even fin) and then putting it up in the ‘perfect’ spot. She’d made him move it about five times before she settled on a place for it. Now, it stood in front of the glass windows looking down on to the Manhattan street and made her look 2 feet tall.

“Just get over here and do this. I don’t need your sarcastic retorts.”“But, what’s the fun in that, tiny?” he set down one of the ornaments and went to her side, his hands gripped her waist. “How ‘bout I just lift you up to put it on?”“No, you’ll end up knocking the tree over.”“You tryin’ to say I’m too weak to lift you?”“No, we all know how fit you are, Dunne. You don’t ever let us forget.”“Well, then, this shouldn’t be a problem.”

His first attempt at lifting her didn’t go well. He awkwardly held her and did almost knock over the tree, but she was squirming too much in his grasp so he blamed her for it. By the second try, he’d hoisted her up onto his shoulders without incident, although she kept repeating that she was going to fall backwards. After some maneuvering, arguing, falling ornaments, and tinsel managing to get in his face, they had the star on and lit. He took a step back so they could see whether it was on properly. It looked good enough to him so he moved to pull her off of him until she prevented him from doing so.

“I think I need to move it more to the left.”“Flora, it’s fine. We’re not gonna be like this for the next hour like we were with the tree.”“We can’t have it be crooked it’ll be the first thing your mother notices and comments on.”“She will not. Your parents will be here this year so she’ll have other stuff to comment on.” he laughed and pulled her up and over his head, placing her on the ground.“Henry! Your mother better not be overly critical with my parents like she is with me.”“Are you kidding? She’s gonna take one look at your mom and rip her to shreds. And once your dad opens his mouth about our net worth, she’ll be on him too.” he was quiet for a beat, watching Flora’s inner panic start to break the surface and then he laughed. “Don’t worry, babe, she can be, uh… very charming when she wants to. She’s not gonna pull anything, I promise.”“She better be or I’ll….” she paused.“You’ll what? Do what she says and then rage to me later about it? Flora, the woman of steel, whose one weakness is… an old lady with arthritis.”She stared at him for a moment before rolling her eyes and then swatting him on the arm, hard. “Go make yourself useful and get the candy canes.” 

[henrysdunne]

“I bought matching Christmas pajamas for us!”

He’d just gotten home and was looking to unwind, which meant he was going to either sit on the couch, in silence, scrolling through his phone or lay back with his eyes closed until he forced himself to get up. He should have known he wasn’t going to get that with Flora home from work for the day. She’d gone out to do some of their Christmas shopping and he should have known she wasn’t just going to get some things for Fin, but was going to come back with more decorations and, as he saw now, an ugly pair of matching pajamas.

“Flora,” he said after a few moments of staring at the pajamas she was holding up directly in front of him. “if you actually think I’m putting anything that looks like that on my body…”“What, they’re cute! They have little grinches on them just for you.”“I’m not wearin’ that. You can knock yourself out, though.”“Can’t you just get into the Christmas spirit for once?”“Why does your Christmas spirit always hinge on me doing something I don’t want to do? You just like to torture me with your life size santa’s and ugly clothes.”“I have never seen someone so averse to celebrating Christmas. Finley will—”“Oh, don’t try to guilt me and make this about Fin. This is about you and your fetish. How ‘bout I go to the store and pick us out some pajamas?”“Because I guarantee they wouldn’t be appropriate for our son to see us in.”

Henry couldn’t help the grin that pulled at his lips. He was quiet for a moment, his mind drifting off into the type of outfits and ‘pajamas’ they were probably selling this time of year at the store where he’d bought lingerie for her. There was an extended silence, Henry zoned out while Flora waited for him to respond. Instead she got him staring straight ahead at her chest, lost in a thought where he was wondering whether Flora would look good in red. “Henry!” she swatted him with the pajamas still in her hand and that seemed to snap him out of it. 

“Huh? What?!” “Are you ever not thinking about sex?”“That’s not what I was thinking of.”“That’s exactly what you were thinking of. You almost stared a hole in my chest.”“Well, stop looking good in lingerie and I’ll stop thinking about it.”“Don’t try to butter me up to get out of these pajamas.”

It was only a temporary distraction of getting off the subject of those hideous pajamas. He knew it wasn’t the end of it because she would be bringing it up relentlessly, everyday, until Christmas. He’d probably go to sleep Christmas Eve and wake up with them on. Whatever the case, he was going to resist even if she tried to pin him down and force them on him.