#alfie solomons xofc

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Choking On Sapphires 75

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Title & Song: Just Like Heaven

Summary: Genevieve hosts Passover Seder at her home with all her staff and their families. She goes to Alfie’s sisters to have Seder meal with his entire family. Will she find the family she’s been missing with the Solomons’? **Chapter song is Just Like Heaven by The Cure .**

Warnings/Tags: Domestic FLUFF. Meeting Alfie’s family. Passover Seder. FLUFF. Did I say fluff? Talk of marriage and babies. Sibling bickering. 

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In the midst of a room full of people, you have an introspective moment to yourself. Not only your dining room, which had been surrounded by a solid circle of mix-matched chairs to accommodate all the Jewish Families that surrounded it on this first Seder meal of Passover. You even brought in another table for their children to sit at to make sure everyone was included. As the children were an integral part of the holiday.

You had started planning this holiday meal weeks ago and had culminated that early morning with the burning of the chametz in the large fireplace in the kitchen. Then the people started to arrive. You had your girls who worked for you invite anyone they might have in their lives, the employees of Abeille and otherwise were to bring their entire families, extended and all to celebrate with you. You wanted to share the good fortune you'd been blessed with this past year and you thought giving back to those who helped you every day was a good start. You'd been blessed with record-breaking business profits, had the good fortune to travel and see old friends and Altar, you'd come out alive and still able-bodied after the violence against you and yours you'd endured. On the day of you found yourself most thankful for the man that had been tottering along beside you all day. The past year you had Alife intimately involved in your life and as you both managed the house as if it were jointly your own already, you couldn't help but feel a spirit of true gratitude that encompassed the holiday itself.

You had all your rooms in your guest wing, both up and downstairs fitted with enough amenities to house the families for the night. You'd gone through the rituals and now had eaten and sang, read and recited and taught the children and now with full bellies, hearts, and minds everyone was in a lovely warm lull of conversation in the dining room after the final prayers of ""L'shanah haba'ah b'Yerushalayim! – Next year in Jerusalem!"

As the non-Jewish staff show the families into the drawing room and the sleepy children to the nursery you sit with Alfie at the head of the table in your tall-backed, ornate chairs. You'd pushed them arm to arm and you have stayed that way the entire evening. Currently, the women were scooping up children and fussing over them as they followed your girls up the stairs but you stayed by your love's side. With your arm wrapped around his, your legs lazily crossed towards him, feeling the warm effects as the number of glasses of wine you'd had. Alfie was chatty and red-faced from the wine, his posture comfortable, legs spread wide in his chair as he laughed and gossiped with the other men. It seemed at first that there might be some tension, the appearance of a known gangster at a Passover Seder, but it was soon apparent he was there for the same reasons they were. His charisma overtook any hesitancy as it always could and everyone was put into a friendly state of mind as the rituals concluded and it was shown that both of you were, in fact, practicing and not only potentially bloodthirsty people of business. The men's laughter, particularly Alfie's so rough and loud was as warm as the recently fed fire to your left on the wall of the dining room. The dark night outside was a lovely backdrop for the orange and red hues dancing across the dimly lit room as it prepared to be put to bed, the same as it's occupants.

"The misses and I will be retiring for the night." Alfie announced loudly to a room of chattering people.

"I've been going all day and I must admit I am not the young woman I once was." you say with a charming laugh. "So I'll be stealing Mr. Solomons away with me, I'm afraid." you smile broadly. "It was lovely meeting you all. I'll be seeing you at breakfast in the morning. Shalom. Kol Tuv. (Peace. Be well.)"

"L'hitraot!" Alfie says with a wave as his hand rests on your back, seeing you out of the room first before making an endearing exit with a little bow that you found delightful.

"Of all my days I've seen this could possibly feel like the longest." you say with a soft chuckle, moving to lift your dress and lightly kick your shoes off your feet. You begin to reach behind you to undo your dress when Alfie moves in behind you and takes your hands.

"It's not over yet, chooki.(honey/sweetie)" he grins and kisses the backs of your hands. "Slip on those little fluffy slippers ya like so much 'an follow me." he says, placing the soft satin shoes at your feet and holding up your dress for you as you keep your eyes on his face, seeing the softness there that made your eyes want to tear with contentment as your painted toes fumbled with their place in the shoes.

He takes you by the hand, fingers interlaced fully as he tugs you into your study, up the secretive spiral stairs into your music room and stops before the double doors that lead out to the balcony. "Now here," he says softly, putting his jacket around your shoulders. "Still a bit cold out, yeah? Not gonna have ya catchin' somefin' and not going to me own family's Seder, eh?" he teases. His hands are gentle to your face as he pats it affectionately before taking you out onto the balcony. "Couldn't pass up an opportunity with a moon like 'is on a clear night could I?" he says as if it's obvious as you reposition his coat on your body as it lay heavy and large.

"It is lovely. What's the occasion?" you ask with a tilted head and eyes reflecting a moon and innocence in the way you looked at him.

He sighs, taking your hands into his as you wait patiently for him. He wanted to commemorate the night in a special way and he'd found just that while he was at his oldest sisters house a few weeks back. "You being a perfect hostess," he says with a dip of his chin and a smile that still made your knees weak when it was directed at you. "You were the portrait of a matriarch tonight, love. Utterly stunnin'. Both in appearance and behavior." he says dramatically, his head moving back and forth, squeezing your hands in his large, warm ones. "I wanted to ease any lingering worry you might 'ave 'bout how you did tonight. You've been such a mess about it." he chuckles. "But I believe the wine and your exemplary performance might've taken away the last of the nerves you were holdin' onto, eh?" he grins and kisses your cheek.

"The wine did help." you laugh and smile. "But you being there helped more." you coo and wrinkle your nose affectionately at him.

"And I will always be there to ease your busy bee of a mind, yeah?" he says, stepping in closer and giving a soft nod of his forehead agaisnt yours. "You have shown me tonight that any doubts, no matter how small they may be, yeah? Any doubts that I might've had about bein' with a Jewish woman, about bein' wif you, were the most utterly ridiculous things to ever pass me mind. 'N I've had some bloody ridiculous fings moving 'round in this 'ol head as you well know." he gives you a playful smile you return in full. "But I was a man who only knew certainty in one part of me life before you. 'N 'at was how I could react to fings. I had nuffin' I knew for certain beyond meself." he pauses and nods his chin your way. "But then there's you, eh?" he let's go of your hands and takes you into his arms slowly as he speaks. His hands giving you a squeeze around your torso before one large, bejeweled hand moves to cup your cheek. "A man craves certainty dunnit he? And when it comes to you I have more certainty in how I feel 'bout you than I do anyfing else in me life. I know I love you, yeah? And I know you love me. 'N 'at's all a man needs in this world innit? Love of a good woman to keep him straight. Give him a purpose beyond the material. And Genny love, my perfect little Channah..." he sighs and the subtle but moving smile on his lips makes your heart thump in your chest. The moon casting blue shadows across your faces, feeling the warmth radiating from his body blocking out the cold of the still night air around you as you stood on your stone balcony overlooking the gardens. "I 'ave only ever truly loved two women in my life. That'd be me mum," he gives a supportive nod to his own statement, "And you." he says with pouted lips, a gentle press of his full lips to your forehead, leaving a warmness that tingled down to your toes as he circled behind you. "'N 'is." he says pulling out a simple diamond necklace. "Belonged to me mum." he says, the diamond sparkling in its newly polished setting in the moonlight as it dangled in front of your face as he brought it down around your neck. You felt his square tipped fingers latching it shut behind you. The countless nights of him undressing you slowly, taking off your jewelry piece by piece for you before bed had served him well as your mane of hair no longer was an obstacle he didn't know how to work around. "'N I fink she would love for you to have it. As much as I would. And after tonight it only makes sense that it finds it's new home around a new powerful and strong Jewish woman's neck. 'N that'd be you, love." he finishes, eyes looking down at your delicate and touched expression as tears threaten to fall from his sweet words. Your fingers are light against the stone. A simple rounded stone, not tiny and not large. Something modest and beautiful to serve as a reminder of where he came from to both of you.

"Ari, darling." you whisper, the stone glittery in your fingers as you looked at it. "It's gorgeous."

"Had her polished and reset, yeah? Cleaned her up and got a new chain for ya." he explains, his strong and masculine looking fingers with their callouses and hair and broken nails serve a stark contrast against the frail beauty of the thin gold chain. "I know it's not as grand as you're used to but-"

"Don't even think it." you say, your eyes shooting up fast to meet his as you shake your head. "It's perfect." you say quietly, moving to wrap your arms around his neck and meet him in a gentle kiss. "This night was perfect. You're perfect. You've given me everything a girl could want Ario. Love and certainty." you whisper against his lips. "Protection and support." you kiss him again. "It is humble... and as we should be together as well. For we can't take for granted or scorn the sort of gifts we've been given can we? We're too blessed to be greedy now. Our lives together are different than they were apart. Just as they should be. Together we're powerful, but let it serve as a reminder to always be humble. As we both know what it's like to have nothing." you say with your fingers lightly in his fluffy beard. The wrinkles in the corner of his eyes are settled now in his tiredness and content he feels at your words and actions. A peace he had long felt he didn't deserve but now knew he had because of you. If he didn't deserve it for all the things he'd done, he would gladly be the man to give you what you deserved. And he thought you deserved the world.

"And without you I have nothing." he whispers back, hands mingling together with timid fingers against each other's faces and bodies as you interlock your lips in a passionate wordless display of your love for each other. "And because of that... let's get us to bed, yeah? Not gonna lose ya to the bloody cold now am I?" he grins, a soft kiss full of lip and whisker against your cheek and neck as he pulls his jacket around you tighter, his arm across your small shoulders, shielding you from the very chill he was fearful of.

------ Your eyes are downturned and unblinking. Alfie was pretty sure you hadn't blinked since getting in the car. He saw your nails fidget over each other, the way you would be so lost in thought you'd forget to breathe for a moment and have to take a deep breath. He was now expert in reading all your nervous signs and he knew there would be plenty tonight.

"Love?" he says with a subtle shake of his head, reaching out and patting at your hands. "Stop that now. Ya actin' like you're goin' to be interrogated." he lets out an amused chuckle.

"Well I am in some capacity aren't I?" you say, turning your head with pursed lips of offense taken his way.

He opens his mouth to form a rebuttal but closes it instead, shrugging and looking away. You weren't wrong.

"This just-"

"Means a lot. I know, pet." he says with a sigh, reaching out and taking your hand this time. "But you look lovely, and you are lovely. I have no doubts they'll be perfectly acceptin' of ya dear. If they put up wif me, why wouldn't they want someone as hospitable as you, eh?"

"I'll be fine once I'm there. I'll put my confident face over my nervous one." you say with a nod of your head. "My word how did you stay so calm meeting Altar?" you let out a laugh that surprises him.

"Well I wunnit." he lets out an amused hum.

"Not to speak poorly of your family at all but I believe Altar would be far more intimidating than anyone you've got waiting for me at your sisters." you say with a smile.

"You haven't met my nephew." he laughs.

"Your nephew? Who is he?"

"You'll know 'em when ya see 'im." he grins. "But he's harmless really. Well to you anyway."

"What do you mean to me?" your eyes narrow.

"Well, he boxes for me. Good lad. Not undefeated but he is a  beast."

"If he has you overseeing him I have no doubt." you say with your usual sweet charm back, giving his chin an affection scratch as you forget for a moment that you're about to meet your future in-laws. -------

"What a darling house." you say standing and waiting for Alfie to finish grunting as he stretches his legs and adjusts his coat.

"Yeah me sister didn't want it until she saw it." he laughs.

"Didn't want it?" you ask with a tilt of your head.

"I bought it for her." he says with an obvious tone. "Got all the loons houses after their husbands passed in the war." he says holding out his arm for you to take as you ascend the short case of stone stairs up to the masonry home,

"You are the sweetest man." you coo, beaming up at him.

"You said it yaself, real estate's an easy way to hide money innit?" he winks and gives you a cheeky grin.

"Hide your kindess, darling." you laugh and give his strong arm a smooch through his jacket before he holds his hand in front of the large red door.

"Ready? Ya look good. Ya beautiful as always but approachable." he gives you a reassuring nod.

"Ready." you say with a smile, feeling oddly calm. You hear the voices of a large family inside and you take a deep breath. This is what you'd been wanting for years now. A family to come to, children and elders and brothers and sisters to bicker and gossip with. Alfie was giving you that, bringing you into his. This was the beginning of a new chapter in your life. One with a close family. ------

"SHALOM!" a man dressed in a similar fashion to Alfie answers the door, older with far more white in his hair that's worn as unkempt as Alfie's was when you first met him.

"SHALOM, Uncle." he says as the man comes at him with wide arms that encase him in a hug that makes Alfie let out an uncomfortable grunt.

"We never see you anymore! Only at holidays! I'm an old man and you are the last of Peninah's boys, I should be seeing you more!" he exclaims, holding his face and giving it a firm pat before even noticing you. "And who is THIS?!" he says with a face that lit up like a firework at the possibilities of who you might be.

"This is my darling Genevieve Durand." he says proudly, a strong hand to your back as he presents you to the enthusiastic man.

"WHO IS IT?" a woman's voice comes from behind the man.

"It it little Ari and he has BROUGHT A WOMAN!" he says loudly before he begins laughing.

"A WHAT?!" a chorus of voices comes from inside the warmth of the house.

"Not all of 'em knew you's comin'." he says quietly in your ear as a gaggle of women approach.

"Oh dear." you say with a nervous smile.

"Oh and a lovely one at that!" one says pushing the uncle out of the way and moving to take your hands. "And who are you? Come! Come!" she says pulling you into the home and taking your coat.

"I'm Genevieve Durand. Shalom, chag sameach (happy fesitval)." you say as they eyeball you and you politely nod time and time again with your greetings to each.

"Let me see her!" a loud booming woman's voice comes from around the corner. As soon as you saw her you knew she had to be one of Alfie's sisters. She was a broad woman, older than him with the same dark gingery hair and full lips. "Oh!" she says with a pleased smile. "I knew to capture the old hound's heart she'd have to be a vision and she is!" she says embracing you in a hug that makes your stomach flutter with the unconditional affection you were receiving. You didn't know what to expect out of the Solomons family but it was clear that love was in no short supply.

"And in mother's necklace." a woman younger than the first, with bright ginger hair and a sweet round face, a baby in her arms. "I was so excited to hear Ari finally found himself someone. And he did not sell your beauty short. You have that man under your thumb, love." she laughs and hugs you with one arm. "Where's Sarah? She's not believed that he'd bring someone." she laughs.

"Ya gonna scare her off." he laughs, bringing you in close to his side.

"Nonsense! If she can handle you she can handle us." the older one says.

"This is Matilda." Alfie motions towards the red-haired woman with the baby in her arms. "The baby." he says with a quick pinch of her chin. "And that old mare is Rachel." he laughs as she shoves him before giving his cheek a hard pinch.

"I'm older than him so he has to listen to me. This is why he's such a little boy who throws around insults." she says with an amused nod of her head.

"Oh my word she is real." the middle sister, still older than Alfie comes into view. She has beautiful but tired blue eyes like his and the same strong nose. Her dark hair is worn up and is falling along the edges, presumably from cooking as she wears an apron with stains smudged on it over her dress.

"I am." you say with a soft chuckle.

"Bless you for putting up with our Ari for us!" she laughs and embraces you. "Mind the apron love wouldn't want to dirty up that lovely dress." she gets out quickly, pushing her hips away from you. "You were Genny correct?"

"You may call me Gen if you wouldn't mind. Ari is the only one that won't stop calling me Genny." you laugh with a bashful bow of your head. "But if you'd prefer, call me Chanah. It is my given name by my mother."

"A strong and pretty name for a woman of the same qualities." she remarks. "The boy never listens does he?" she grins with a knowing smile. "And calling him Ari. How precious are you too?"

"Oh my apologies. I suppose I got comfortable fast with you." you smile. "What with how everyone's been so nice and welcoming."

"Love, our little brother has never brought a woman home. Let alone giving her our mother's necklace. To me you're married already. So welcome to the family, Chanah. Chanah Solomons. Does have a nice sound to it methinks." she laughs and bops Alfie's nose.

"Our upcoming engagement is merely a formality as far as I'm concerned. Treat her as one of us. I do." he beams proudly and kisses the side of your head. "We are only not betrothed because I must find a means grand enough to propose to this perfect woman. She deserves the stars and I am finding a way to pull them from the sky for her." he laughs and it makes you blush.

"Ugh! And to make him speak so sweet!" the youngest Matilda swoons.

"Then Chanah, welcome!" Rachel says happily. "Let us go to the kitchen, eh? Let him get interrogated by the men so they won't embarrass you too much, yeah?" she smiles and puts her hand to your back to move you down the hall.

"See you in a bit, love." he says with a wink. "Don't be too honest wif 'em 'bout me, eh?" he laughs as the large hands of the male family members move to pat him on the back and yank him into the other room. ----------- Alfie is certainly interrogated as he's sat down in the middle of the worn couch with its almost threadbare arms surrounded by his curious family. An amused look on his nephew Goliath's face as he sees his uncle being forced to undergo a downpour of questions.

"We met at a club and worked together." he'd answer. "She helped me out when me house caught fire, remember 'at?" he tried to explain. "It just sorta happened. As it does, yeah? What was I supposed to do? Say no to a rich, smart, beautiful woman who for some reason, bless her, wanted to be wif me?" he laughs.

"And you love her. I can tell." the oldest man says, giving his beaming approval to the last bachelor of his group finally finding his match.

"I do, yeah." he nods with his lips pursed.

"And will she be joining us soon? A little Misses Alfred Ari Solomons?" he chuckles.

"Wifin the month." he says with a confident nod and the smattering of celebratory applause

"Then may she say yes and all your endeavors together be fruitful! Bring us many more children and another strong woman into our family. For it takes a strong one to deal with us Solomons'." he raises a glass and those who have one follow suit. "L'chaim!" they all call out.

"You got yourself a pretty one Uncle." one of his teenage nephews says, walking in from the kitchen where you'd been sequestered. "I've read about her in the papers. She's got right large... assets dunnit she?" he lets out a snorting laugh as Alfie reaches out and smacks the side of his head.

"Abe, boy watch yourself. You may think you have to worry 'bout me hearin' that talk but that woman'll kill y if she hears it." he says with a wagging finger and a smirk. If only he knew he was being entirely serious.

In a kitchen you did not know your way around you were holding plates up high to avoid the darting children that kept running around with no forewarning. You were flattered they let you help set up the table. They didn't know you but were placing faith in you that you knew what you were doing and luckily for you, you had done this just the day before. The meal goes by without a hitch. You knew the words to the prayers and songs, and except for your amateur understanding of the older men speaking Yiddish and Hebrew amongst each other, you couldn't have been clocked for anything other than a born and raised Jewish woman.

The four cups of wine once again have you feeling floating and unconcerned as you and Alfie both answer questions as they come. He holds your hand and affectionately rests his arm across the back of your chair through the conversation after the meal. The children are put to bed, most carried and some of the extended family left as the little ones were worn out from the festivities.  Alfie offers to help carry already snoozing babies from upstairs as you stand back and let the family fall into their obviously well-practiced exit strategy as you stand back and take a moment to take in the photos on the walls.

The section of the hallway with the half table covered in flowers with candles and very old and worn photographs in nice frames holds your attention. A boy who so much resembled Alfie in a uniform sat among a scattering of faces, some who were barely legible. A couple, a broad and strong man with a beard and a stern face sits next to a woman who has a sweet round face like Matilda. You guessed these were his parents. He really did resemble his father, all the children did. The Solomons have strong genes it seemed and you give a sad smile to the photo of his brother you'd never meet, forever memorialized as young and powerful with the same brightness in his eyes that you saw in Alfie's when he would allow himself to really be amused by something. You wonder what sort of empire there could've been if his brother had lived. But then again, who knows how he would've come back from the war, you knew Alfie was certainly different than when he had left. You see his uniformed picture hanging on the wall next to group photos of him and his siblings as children. At each bar and bat mitzvah reciting they stand with their mouths open. Young Alfie looking so darling and sweet you reach out to touch the photo of him in his Captain's uniform. He looked like he belonged to have a uniform to show his importance, you hadn't thought you'd like it as it reminded you of your brother and all the trouble he had coming back home. But Alfie was too beautiful and strong to dislike in your eyes. It was clear one was taken before and one after the war. A common uniform in the first with a baby face and clean shaven. His eyes were open and his back straight, the naivety only youth can give in his soft face. The other was closer to as he was now. Posture not as strong, brow low and hard with the wear shown in his tired eyes and bearded face. You glance over the collage of photographs, your mind can't help but wonder what your children might look like. As your fingertips touch his delicate face from his youth you're startled out of your fantasies of your son looking just as handsome as his father one day.

"I'm afraid I 'on't look quite as charming clean shaven nowadays." he laughs, coming up and wrapping his arm around your waist.

"Nonsense." you say withdrawing your hand.

"But ya like ya men to look like just 'at, yeah? Like men." he says playfully, nudging his nose against your hair.

"Manly men." you giggle. "Ones that look like you." you smile and kiss his cheek. "Jewish men who say lovely things about me to their sisters." you add with a dip of your chin.

"Ah. I shouldn't 'ave given 'em the ammo to use against me. Now I'm gonna be Mrs. Durand next time they see me." he laughs.

"Maybe I'll be Mrs. Solomons next time I see them." you give a cheeky grin.

"I believe 'at you will, pet." he says with a sweet but lingering kiss.

"All this wine and talk of marriage and babies has me feeling all amorous, darling. Are we to leave soon?" you ask with a soft voice.

"I was comin' to gather ya to do just 'at." he nods and wraps his arms around your back to bring you to his side to walk down the hall.

"Everyone finks ya just lovely ya know. But of course, they do."

"I'm relieved. They were so welcoming. I've never been around such warm people."

"You've not been around YOUR people sweetheart. And ya are now. Ya one of us. We take care of our own."

"I think they would've been happy to see you with anyone what with how they spoke of your bachelorhood."

"Well ya innit wrong." he shrugs. "But they also know now of your work like ya told 'em. Ya own business, home, and money. And ya clearly smart and well-read. I couldn't have done better for meself if I'd hired one of 'em match makers what my mum always insisted upon."

"Only in that circumstance am I glad you didn't listen to her."

"Me uncles was talkin' 'bout how lovely ya looked in her necklace. Almost like she was here again they said. She had the same dark hair like you 'ave ya seen?"

"I saw a picture of her in the hallway I believe."

"Was she wif an angry man what looked like me?" he grins.

"She was."

"Then 'at's her." he chuckles.

"I can't wait to have our portrait made. We can pose just like them and since I have a vague resemblance to her it'll be a lovely sentiment. Like proof that the generations are moving forward and still holding onto their past."

"You sure you stopped at four glasses 'a wine love?" he teases. "Ya talkin' all poetic on me."

"I did. I'm a good Jewish woman. I'm not supposed to drink after."

"'At you are love. My perfect little Chanah." he whispers in your ear as you reach the door and he puts on your coat, waiting for his sisters to say goodbye as they put their own children to bed. "I 'ave been instructed by the elders to go forth and be fruitful I must warn ya. I 'on't know what you'd like to get into this evenin' love but all this pride over ya has got me knowing exactly what it is I wanna get into." he gives a cheeky growl as he reaches down to pinch your bum.

"Ari!" you giggle as he plants a noisy kiss on your cheek.

"Oh look at 'em!" Rachel coos. "You two go and get out. Make me some nieces and nephews." she laughs as she kisses both yours and Alfie's cheeks. "Next time I see you I'll be calling you sister. And I'll be proud to do it, love." she says squeezing your hands. "You keep little Ari in line for me, yeah?"

"I'll do my best." you say as he keeps his hand firm on your behind.

"Let me go 'ave me fun Rachel. I'll be by.  You'll see us at Temple now, yeah? At least 'is 'n. You'll know her face and can make sure she reads off everything proper." he teases.

"I'll pray for you to have the strength to deal with him." she laughs as she sees you out the door.

"Lovely meal and chag seamach! Thank you for having me."

"Shalom sweetie! Goodnight!" she says closing the door.

"Now my little misses. You been properly introduced. And we're sloshing wif wine and all this talk of family has this old man feelin' some sort of way." he laughs his hand snaking down to cup your breast as his arm slides across your shoulders, bringing you in close. "How's 'bout a kiss 'til we get home, eh? Like a couple 'a snoggin' young fings, yeah? Get you good 'n ready for me when we get in?" his hand moves firm on your chest with his other hand bringing up your chin to meet your lips together.

"I've seen the young pictures of you now, Ari. I'm certainly anxious to see what your sons will look like now. Let's not let the family down, yes? We need to make sure we know how best to be fruitful for when we're married. Practice makes perfect doesn't it?" you giggle as his eyes glaze over, his plush lips brushing against yours as you speak in a quiet and girlish way to him in the dark of the car.

"You don't need no practice, love. Ya already perfect innit?" he purrs, his lips gentle against your lower lip, taking his time.

"You already have me won, Ari, just take your prize." you insist with a wrinkle of your nose. A command he gladly follows, your lips finding one another's enthusiastically and for the entire duration of the ride home.

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Mae Flowers Ch.1 Pt. 2

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Mae LeBlanc (OFC)

Word Count:  3000+

Summary: A modern, magical Alfie Solomons AU. After a soul awakening of her own, Mae LeBlanc, a natural born witch, as well as a sensitive and kind woman from New Orleans soul finally starts to bloom and calls out to Alfie’s, unbeknownst to her. Not believing in supernatural powers, she finds herself thrown into a new existence that is full of things she never thought possible, including magical powers of her own. Alfie takes her under his wing to teach her about her powers. As she grows and learns, so does he. They navigate her lessons together, come to terms with how lonely their lives have been without the other and face these very human emotions together. With a newfound friendship formed out of necessity, will the idea of a soul mate translate from a mere magical meaning to a romantic one?

Warnings/Tags: Language. Spooky Imagery. Mentions of anxiety, depression and death.

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Mae LeBlanc's small but sturdy frame stands in the middle of a silent house. Just hours ago she had been in a tiny broken down apartment where she'd gotten ready for the funeral of the last two foster parents that she'd ever had. She was surprised when she was told to attend a meeting with their lawyers, but now surprise didn't begin to cover the emotions she was feeling. Her fingers trace over dusty surfaces, tchotchkes and knick-knacks from the lovely elderly couple that had taken care of her through the latter part of her teen years after she'd been passed from home to home since grade school.

One two many things would go wrong, turn up missing, accidents that were unexplainable happened around her and with many of the caretakers being religious or superstitious, eventually seeing the link between her arriving and things going wrong, she'd get sent back into the system again. None of these things were ever her fault directly, she never meant to hurt anything or anyone, that was the last thing she wanted to do. She was actually very sensitive and highly empathetic and whenever anyone was so much as in a bad mood around her she would feel it. This led to a lot of loneliness, a lot of abandonment issues and depression throughout her life. She tried to remain cautiously optimistic. A little voice in her head had always suggested that perhaps if she just fought a little harder, a little longer, that maybe one day things would turn around for her. And all that was finally paying off.

She stands in the overgrown and unkempt garden that used to belong to Bessie, her foster mother. She sees the old tool shed of Charles, Bessie's husband, now falling apart from not being used since he'd fallen ill. She takes a deep shaky inhale, holding the deed to the house in a stack of papers in her arms. They had left her the house and everything in it. She was overwhelmed, touched and deeply appreciative of the gesture. She could leave that sleazy apartment complex now, she wouldn't have to worry about paying rent anymore. The weight of her responsibilities begin to lift off her and she finds herself sobbing a combination of happy and sad tears into the dead patch of rose's that Bessie always loved. She cries until the sun starts to set, sniffling and realizing she had a lot of work to do now. But all of it was good work, hard work sure but she'd never shied from hard work. Her life had had too many obstacles to overcome for her to not work hard.

The next day she yawns, a cup of tea in her hand as she strolls around the garden, she sees the patch of roses with new life in them. Vines plumping and buds sprouting where she'd cried. She finds it most curious, but it's far from the strangest coincidence that had ever happened to her. She touches the buds gently, and lets out a heavy sigh. Perhaps it was a sign, she thought. She was being given an opportunity here, that was clear. She'd always loved plants and gardening, not having the place to do it since moving out of this house. Her tiny apartment was full of succulents and herbs on windowsills she used for cooking. She'd always been gifted at keeping plants alive, she felt like she understood them. So she sips her tea and considers opening the flower shop she'd always wanted. A dream of her's that now seemed to be a reality. And if those witches that had approached her were right, she should be able to grow such things to sell, shouldn't she?

When she'd been kicked out of one home after a very isolated freak storm hit the house after an altercation with her foster sibling, she was sent back into the system. This was when the women from Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies came to her. They told her she had powers and she told them they were full of crap. She'd brushed them off and told them not to contact her again, that she wasn't interested in joining a cult. But as she sat and thought about what they said, if she did indeed have powers, a lot of things in her life would've suddenly made a lot more sense. She never explored it further, not letting herself indulge in a fairy tale fantasy such as that. She wasn't special, why would she be? She was just a cry baby who's best friends historically were all animals. Just another number in the system, biding time until she aged out and became a statistic. She saw no reason she would be so lucky as to be so special.

The day after the roses bloomed from her tears, a cat shows up. She feeds him some tuna she found in the pantry and he laces between her legs and meows loudly as if to declare he was home now. He was a beautiful thing, long white hair and fluffy with green eyes. He was very large, she thought he must belong to someone but after scouring social media and the papers and looking at every 'LOST CAT' poster she saw for months, nothing came up so she decided to keep him. She named him Percival, Percy for short as he seemed like such a regal little gentleman. He was no trouble at all really, very intuitive and he listened when she spoke. She had a little companion to keep her company in the sizeable house and she was grateful to have him around.

Over the next year, she works as hard as she ever has. Selling what was valuable in the house to give her a nest egg. She sets the garden straight and takes business classes at community college while working in lawn and garden at Lowe's. She takes in any information she can and starts to cultivate her collection of plants. She keeps them in the sunroom and more in a greenhouse that had replaced Charles's old tool shed in the high fenced garden. She'd never felt more fulfilled but there's this sense of longing that keeps coming to mind after she lets her mind calm in the evenings. When she would light candles and incense and soak with oils and herbs in her large tub it was like she could feel a breeze as she heard something like faint whispering in her ears that gave her a strange feeling. It wasn't exactly loneliness or grief, but like something was missing she couldn't put her finger on.

Within six months she has the keys to her building she now owned. Within two months, her flower shop is up and running and within 4 months she's grown a clientele through hard work and word of mouth. She was known for having rare flowers and doing lovely arrangements and custom pieces. In the neighborhood she became the go-to for all occasions; funerals, wedding's, parties and holidays, she covered it all. She was very busy but she was the happiest she'd ever been in her life, a goal achieved and being lived filled her with love and light and she poured it all back into her work. She set her own hours, waking up and cooking, having tea and talking to her plants, sometimes singing to them when she'd listen to music. She would say goodbye to Percy and roller skate to work. It was a workout and gave her a chance to listen to music and get in the zone for work for the day.

Her days were lively and full of people and no moments of idle hands. But when she would come home to a house devoid of any other human life, sometimes her loneliness would creep in heavily. Cooking for herself, watching tv by herself, the leftovers piling up in the fridge over the week. The surplus of canned vegetables and jams from the garden adding up with no one but her lovely friends and neighbors Ruth and Nancy to give them to. She knew she was lonely, but she wasn't very good at reaching out and connecting with people. She never had been. She'd always been told she was a bit...off. A little weird, cute sure, but not beautiful enough to warrant her awkwardness being overlooked. Her sensitivity often led to react strongly to things and men never took a liking to that and when she would go out with someone it didn't ever really lead to anything. After a while she'd given up. She had her own life that was what she'd worked hard to achieve but there was still that strange pang inside her, not even sure if it was loneliness for another person at this point, she assumed it was just depression making her feel less than.

But then the dreams started. It was small at first, she'd dream about the swamp, hanging willows draped in Spanish moss. Algae thicker than her thighs over dead bodies of water that were teeming with life under the surface. It was dark and dank and still. Reptiles sunning on rocks and alligators floating with camouflage with their dinosaur eyes slowly blinking. She watches with curiosity until it quickly grows dark. The moon hangs high and she can barely see. What was once charming and quiet is now loud with the buzzing of insects, the hiss of unseens snakes, she feels the thick, black water around her skin, unknown things slithering and bumping into her, filling her with fear. She's tugged down slightly, too afraid to move, with the warmth of the sun gone she starts to smell the rot and decay of the lush greenery. The dead bodies thrown into the swamp now calling out for revenge, the beasts that outlived the other dinosaurs now pulling her down into the black water and then she'd scream and wake up, gasping for air.

The dreams begin to change. Instead of walking into the swamp she turns and walks away in a forest. She hears odd grunts and groans, following the sounds through the moss covered tree's in the dim light of the woods. She sees a fire growing in the distance as the moon rises again, and the bent form of a man silhouetted against it. He's speaking a language she does not understand or even recognize. She wasn't even sure how he was making some of the sounds. He's covered in layers of mud and paint, his skin resembling tree bark with its cracked and jagged surface. His face turns to her, obscured by the colors and the flames, his eyes glow white and she freezes. She somehow knows the words are meant for her, his bright eyes grow more intense, blackness oozes from his mouth as he begins to growl and sputter his words as he starts to crawl towards her. She feels something moving across her skin, she sees snakes wrapping around her limbs. Huge black iridescent beasts, that consumed her inch by inch until everything was blackness and she woke up.

The next night before going to sleep she brings Percy in and snuggles him, lighting some calming lavender incense she tries to be relaxed and welcomes happy dreams. These other dreams left her feeling oddly drained. She finds herself in her garden, the sun is shining, she's in her favorite combination of little dolphin shorts and a tank top happily working away. She hears a man's laugh from inside the house. She stops and listens, placing the tools in her hands on the ground. The sound gives her a warm feeling, unlike what she'd experienced in her other dreams. A loud, booming and charming laugh that had perhaps a slight lilt of an English accent to it. She tilts her head with curiosity. The smell of baked goods hits her nose and she sighs happily. Fresh from scratch bread being made in her kitchen she thinks, the faint hint of patchouli coming through and growing stronger. It feels so warm and inviting compared to her other dreams, she feels happy and content and it feels amazing. She hears footsteps on her patio stones, the squish of grass under feet and she freezes, seeing men's boots appear, walking towards her. She see's worn and faded blue jeans resting atop sturdy brown boots and they stop when she notices them. Her eyes move up his body slowly, a plain white t-shirt, bracelets on his wrists and various different metal necklaces hanging around his neck. He was built well, didn't look to be any older than his thirties, the way his crows feet grew when he crinkled his blue eyes with uncertainty as they met hers were the only thing to give away he wasn't any younger. A thick ginger beard covered his face, darker but matching hair in a medium length,  partially slicked back but messy style. His eyes go wide as do hers.

"That you love?" he asks, leaning towards her slightly and she feels a very strange sensation in her stomach, like a giant caterpillar was suddenly bursting out a cocoon and was now flapping wildly inside her. She gasps, taken back by the intensity of the feeling, which was odd for how intensely she was used to feeling things. She sits up in bed fully, not gasping or sweating, but that same strange feeling continues in her stomach. She looks at Percy who has his head tilted and his eyes narrowed at her.

"These weird dreams are getting weirder." she mumbles, taking a deep breath and reaching out to scratch Percy's chin. He had an inkling what may be happening, but he lacked the ability to tell her.

She goes through her same routine, adding a shower to the mix that morning to clear her head and the weird feeling in her chest. She comes in early, watering and talking to her plants, feeding them special food and adjusting the lights and Ph for all her babies. Being around them usual calmed her, made her feel more whole, but that day as she worked she felt oddly anxious like she was waiting for something to happen and she had no idea what. Being someone who suffered from anxiety this wasn't entirely new to her of course, but instead of a fast heart rate and sweating, she felt a strange hunger of some sort that not even a big lunch helped.

She'd kept her sunny demeanor through the day, people being very complimentary of her work and how fast she did it. But a certain wannabe southern belle white girl that used her flowers often came trouncing into the shop at the end of the day. She was one of a trio of girls she'd only been referring to as 'the white girls' as they usually moved in a pack like a grouping of cackling hens and had mad a few micro-aggressive remarks about Mae's half Spanish ancestry. They had stuck up noses, money, and privilege to spare.

She was purchasing Chrysanthemum's, baby's breathe and pink rose arrangements for her daughters first birthday. She was throwing a garden party for her. Which Mae saw as pointless and odd for a one-year-old but business was business. As usual, the blonde dripping in Lilly Pulitzer and her designer bag was trying to talk her way to a discount, citing how much she'd bought from Mae and that perhaps she had earned a discount. Or why didn't she do some sort of frequent buyers rewards program like the chain florists did? She wanted to say, because I'm not a chain florist, obviously, those things take time and records and a computer system she didn't have time to figure out or money to buy. But she knew the woman wasn't interested in any real reasons for conversation.

She gives her a fake smile and a fake laugh and says the same thing as always, "If I did it for you I'd have to do it for everyone else."

The woman was entirely disinterested already, seeing she wasn't getting her way and turning on the attitude and silent treatment, literally pouting and whining, huffing and stomping her feet in her cork wedges as she went out the door.

Mae sighs and shrugs, seeing it's almost time to close. She goes into the back to do one last round with the plants. She's humming and doling out treatments and praise, making notes of stock when she hears the bell on the door ring. "Hello!" she calls out before moving towards the front. She sits the canteen down and makes her way to the front counter. She sees the man from her dreams. This time he was real, at least she thinks he's real. She's certain when he steps forward with that same look on his face and speaks.

"Mae? Mae LeBlanc?" he asks in a charming English accent.

She's hit with the dream all over again. It was precisely him down to the necklaces. She's hit with every emotion, both good and bad all at once it seems. That twisting her gut comes back hard and her stomach shudders. She doesn't feel as afraid as she had but feels...something. She realizes she feels overwhelmed and tries to take a deep breath.

"That you love?" he asks, just as he did in the dream and her head starts to spin.

She lets out a nervous laugh, mouth opening to try to speak, but instead, her eyes roll back in her head and everything goes dark as she quickly becomes too overwhelmed with the unknown to continue functioning.

"Oh, fucking hell." he groans, moving fast to pick his soul's mate up and sit her in a large soft chair in the back of the shop. He turns the sign on the door to closed and proceeds to lock up and shut down the building. He grabs her bag and carries her to his car, gently placing her in the back seat that had the child locks in case she woke up while he was driving. He decided he'd take her home and they'd figure things out from there.

Chapter 2

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Choking On Sapphires 27

Title & Song:  Livin’ In Sin

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Word Count: 3900+

Summary: They wake up together after their first night spent together. It would seem the theme from the night before has continued on into the next morning.

Warnings/Tags: Sex. Explicit Sexual Content. Language/ Dirty Talk. 

A/N: Every chapter of this story will have a song to work as the title and as a soundtrack. Chapter song is Livin’ In Sin by Dan Auerbach. It’s all sex guys. Not gonna hide the fact that this is 4000 words of smut.

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My Masterlist. (Includes Parts 1-26)

He wakes up next to you in the biggest bed he's ever slept in. He was pulling himself from a dream about you. He was looking for you, he kept hearing you saying his name. But as he rubs his eyes and looks over at you, he realizes you'd been saying his name in your sleep and it's woken him up. He brings his arms up in a stretch, settling his hands behind his head, taking in the sight before him.

You were sleeping on your stomach, hands near your face, arms out just enough for him to see the curve of your breast underneath you. Your hair loose and wild, going down your back, almost reaching your bum, some thrown haphazardly above your head onto the pillows. Your face was uncovered except for the tips of your fingers near your mouth, where his attention was being drawn to. Your lips puff out in an exhale of his name. He feels his heart and his cock stir, withdrawing a noisy sigh from his lips.

Your brow twitches and furrows, your back arches and you let out a tiny grunt of a moan, his eyes go back to half-lidded after trying to wake up. He moves closer, you stir but only moan in a high pitched, sweet little sound. His hand reaches out, his fingers lightly tracing down your back and to your thighs. Your hips move, your ass being pushed back towards him slightly as a little gasp escapes your lips. He hums greedily at the sound. Your shoulders shift, your face moving away from him, giving him your back, he grins wolfishly, sliding in behind you.

Your nose twitches as your eyes think about opening. You are are stumbling out of a rather steamy dream when you start to notice how warm you feel. You stretch and grunt finding big lean arms around your stomach and over your head. As you shift he moves an arm under your head.

"Mmmph." you offer as a greeting. You shift your hips, to settle back into the covers as you feel an unmistakable heat resting between the cheeks of your ass and you hum in amusement. No wonder that dream had gotten particularly hot.

"You talk in ya sleep a lot?" he whispers, his voice still full of grit from sleep, in a slow delivery that adds a certain sauciness to anything said in it.

"Mmm?" you ask, rolling onto your back to look up at him, moving your hair out of the way.

"You were sayin' my name in yer sleep." he rumbles out, a lazy smile, clearly caused by his words comes across unfiltered on your face.

"I was dreamin' 'bout you." you mumble, fingers moving to fuss with his wild hair, sticking out in every direction, it looks charmingly boyish and you hum at how it makes your breath hitch for a moment as you become aware of Alfie's large hand on your stomach.

"I could tell." he says in the same tone that makes you take a slow inhale. His eyes move from yours to your lips, zigzagging across your body until they reach the hair at the apex of your thighs. The fingers on his hand twitch.

"Could you tell how well you were fucking me by my words in my sleep?" you ask, face moving in a slow and sultry way towards him.

"You just said my name," he informs, his eyes watching his hand move down your stomach. "But those saucy little moans told me I weren't doing too bad." he drags out the word, fingers playing in your curls for a moment before his fingertips trace up your inner thighs. You hum at the detour he's taken with a smug look on your face.

"Mornin' sex something you fancy often?" you ask, licking your lips.

"When I wake up to somefin' like this moanin' me name ya betta fuckin' believe I fancy it." he playful growls into your neck, you let out a breathy laugh as his words to kisses against your skin.

He slides his fingers between your thighs, wiggling them down to your lips, making your thighs rub together as he tickled you unintentionally. "C'mon luv," he groans in that deep tone that he's learning you love. He knocks your knees apart with his hand. "Ya know ya ain't gonna regret spreadin' these legs as long as I'm between 'em, eh?" his teeth graze across your jaw and you hum an indulgent moan.

"Keep provin' yourself right." you say with an amused sound, "But you have left me proper sore from last night, darling." you say in a sigh, raising up on your elbow on your side to face him. His fingers still search out the crease in your thigh, his thumb pushing against your sensitive lips.

"Oh I can be gentle, sweetheart." he says leaning in to kiss you as his hand moves to cup you, slowly massaging your sore muscles.

"I appreciate the gesture but gentle's not really what I need." you say, fluttering your eyelashes at him. His eyebrows raise, looking you over, highly curious look on his face. You yank the covers off of both of you, you bite your lip at the sight of his cock twitch as you turn to crawl towards him.

"What's this now?"

"Stick out your tongue." you instruct in a sweet tone, moving pillows around his head, your breasts hanging about his face as he nips at one as you move and chuckle at his enthusiasm.

"Am I allowed to ask why?" he asks, his charming grin with shown teeth as his eyes keep you in their crosshairs.

You speak as you move to straddle his chest, earning a very deep grunt from him. You sit perched, your hands running slowly up and down your body from your thighs to chest, shifting your hips slightly and rolling your nipples in your fingers. The look in his eyes is hungry and you're here to oblige.

"Why? Because your fat cock has left this poor dear sore from that proper fucking you gave her last night," you say in a delightfully pouty sort of way, a single fingertip tapping the tip of his nose and running slowly down his lips and to his chest. "That's why. So now, I'm going to sit on that handsome face and you're gonna lap up this cunt until I'm ready to take on that thick prick of yours again." you say with no hesitancy, no shyness, and just the bold tone in your knowing that he would do what you were saying.

"Fuck me." he whispers, the words dragging out, full of hitches and grit. His expression giving away how much pleasure he took from the sound of your words. The filthy plans pouring out of your mouth and down over him like the burn of good alcohol make his cock twitch and his mouth drop open. His eyes, wide but dark languidly take in the sight of your feminine face saying such aggressive things and with such certainty that he would obey. What had he done to deserve this, he wondered? Your confidence never lacking, you were performing in a way, and for no reason other than your own enjoyment, at a higher tier than women he'd ever paid for similar services. Perhaps what he'd really been missing with those women, was the genuine enthusiasm for the task. He was thankful to be having sex again without the thought of money being involved at all.

His hands groped up your body, grabbing a handful of your ass roughly, his lip bitten as he groans from the ache of your words rolling over him, just like his hips were subconsciously doing. His eyes look slightly dazed as they show signs of weakness he isn't bothering hiding from you.

"I intend to." you say in a hushed, entirely too sweet tone, smirking at him.

His arms reach behind you and grab you, yanking you down the rest of the way onto his face, your hands hitting the headboard to catch yourself. He makes contact with a ravenous growl that makes a blush comes across your face.  

You lean back, his hands groping your ass as your knees are spread beside his head. You can see those pouty lips, overshadowed by a wicked tongue that sweeps broad and slowly up and down your center. Your breath hitches, the aggression lost in your eyes for now. You lean up, holding yourself over his face, your thighs on his cheeks, his hands kneading your hips as his eyes shut and his tongue went to work. He flicked your clit, moving down to suck and maneuver his tongue into the soreness he'd happily left in his wake from the night before. He hears a slight gasp from you.

"Mmm sore cheri, remember?" you moan softly out, hands holding your breasts as your chest starts to rise and fall more noticeably. "Clit first, then you'll get to eat it." you say in a seductively teasing tone, your fingers gently tracing over the planes of his face that were exposed to you still.

"Mmmm." you hear in response, heading back to your clit as your thighs seize around his head for a moment. He lets out a dark and content growl, those soft lips suctioned around your clit, making your hands shake, sending them back to the headboard. His hands move up to your breasts, you're met with more hungry fast head motions and broad licks across your throbbing center as he pinches and flicks his way to make you moan out his name.

"Your tongue." you whine. "Fuck me with your-" he obeys before you clear the command, a slow process he excelled at. You give him a back arching moan in return for his obedience, his eyes fluttering behind their lids as you moved against his face. Your hand moves on top of his on your breast, your other hand holding his messy hair tightly at the crown causing a harsh smack to your ass from him, and an enthusiastic wet sucking noise from his tongue being exactly where you needed it. "That's a good boy." you hum devilishly with your lip bitten between your teeth, hips rocking against his face, hair tightly gripped in your hand. He moans, panting against your clit, hands still kneading away at you like dough, with the occasional slap and growl thrown in when you'd shudder.

He's enveloped in heaven between your legs. The muscle of your ass serving a perfect grip to move you back and forth as you moaned his name so softly as if you had delicate sensibilities he could offend. The vibrations from his growls make you shudder as you mewled and tightened your grip on his hair.

"Keep that fucking tongue out." you whine above him, your hands trembling in his hair, your thighs squeeze his head again and he digs deeper inside you, knowing you're close as he feels you getting tighter around him. You have that sharp intake of breath right before you're about to tumble over the edge, you let out a whispered string of swears. As the rhythm in your hips starts to flutter and you call out his name as if to warn him. He holds you tightly against him, your hands reaching down to hold his wrists as your hips bucked against him as he manipulated the pleasure out of you.

His eyes flutter open as your hips slow to a lazy indulgent roll, his lips now kissing your inner thighs, sucking the sensitive skin and popping his mouth off of you. "Lucky me your words aren't the only thing that mouth is good at." you say, a praising smile on your face, holding his gaze before letting out a noisy exhale. You roll off of him swiftly, landing on your knees and quickly moving with a hop on the soft sheets back towards him. He's distracted by the way your heavy breasts knock together as you lean in towards him. "You've been a good boy, haven't you Alfie?" you purr, crawling on top of him, your hips just above his.

"I'm gonna choose to lie and say I 'ave." he says with a cocky grin. You hum happily at him, a nod with the bitten lip of amusement for him. Your fingers tracing his lips and wiping his beard. Your fingers bury themselves in the scruff as you kiss him with purpose.

"Smart man. Good boys get rewards." you whisper against his lips before nipping at the bottom one. He lets out a low ill-intentioned laugh.

"Then I best get to behavin', eh?" he says with a cheeky shake of his head and you grin at him, kissing him again, his hands moving to your hips. You place lingering wet kisses on his lips where they are met with content hums. You suck down in sensitive places across his neck and down his chest, following a downward path that seems to make his ache inducing moans to grow louder. Your hands move slowly across his torso as you kiss your way down him to his hip bones, fingers grazing over his nipples and dragging down his ribs. You push off of him, to crawl backward on all fours down him, much to his delight as his knees wiggle, eyes drunkenly taking you in as you slowly drag your breasts across him, across his hot, twitching cock as you moved between his legs. You kiss the inside of his knee as he tilts his head down at you, his lip not moving from between his teeth as he grunts when your lips graze the touch starved skin of his inner thighs. You run your hands up and down them, up to his hips to calm the twitching muscles. He groans your name as you look up your lashes as him, mouth hovering over his straining length.

You wouldn't say you're someone who got hung up about the size of someone's cock that you were sleeping with. But now that you got to indulge yourself fully, taking in every velvety bit of him with your eyes as you let your breath carry over him. This causes him to twitch as he bounces against your lips and you let out a small amused hum at him that makes him grunt impatiently. You were always more excited when your partner had more girth to offer and that certainly seemed to be what you were getting your mouth around this morning. Seeing as you don't believe your fingers would be able to touch if they tried to get around him.  What you were even more excited for than the stretch he had to offer, was the curve of him. As he stood pulsing at attention, you imagine that this magnificent instrument of his was going to make a fool of you once you got on top of it. You weren't even sure if you could handle having a cock that hit all your spots that also has a man attached that has the ability to respect you. You become very aware of your pulse pounding between your legs.

You dip your head to place your hands and mouth on his balls, as his eyes roll back in his head, head knocking back against pillows. You settle, ass up, nose buried at the base of his cock as he swears in inventive ways as your tongue lazily drags back and forth across his balls, other hand splayed and rubbing up to his stomach and chest.

 As you make your way up his length with your hyperextended tongue, his eyes darken and focus on yours. "Oh he liked that, didn't he?" you purr in a low tone, lips ghosting across the hardness as you speak, his hips threatening to buck. "You are throbbing and you are not even in my mouth yet." you say in an almost patronizing tone as you take the tip of him in, one hand resting at the base of him, the other still cupping his balls.

"Fuckin' 'ell Genevieve." he groans out, muscles in his stomach rolling as his hips wanted to roll with them.

You take him entirely down slowly, his hands moving and grabbing the sheets. You add your hand to the motions, tugging and sucking at him in unison as he swears under his breath, his hips thrusting up. You slide him messily out of your mouth, looking back into his eyes. "Use your hands." your lips on the head of his cock, you murmur against him as you take his hand and put it in your hair. He takes your suggestion very seriously as he starts to slowly move your head, hips sliding himself in and out of you, almost frictionless as his growls grow louder and his hips go faster. He pulls you off with one hand fisting your hair as you gasp and your eyes flutter open, Your mouth open and panting, tongue still stuck out of your mouth. A sinful smile spreading across your face of a woman who was entirely enjoying herself. That gleam in your eye, this obscene behavior from you from was enough to make him dizzy.

"Dirty girl.' he groans, giving your head a slight shake by your hair. You bite your lip and wrinkle your nose with a nod in a fiesty rebuttal, licking your lips and sliding loose of his grip. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, expanding the space between the two of you. You grab his legs behind the knee and yank him farther down the bed, his cock bouncing at the motion. "Well fuck me, Genny." he mumbles, hands landing back on the bed eyes wide at your strength as you giggle girlishly as your stalk like a jungle cat towards him.

"C'mere handsome." you say with a nod, straddling him, rubbing your soaking, aching center across the hard length of him.

"Fuckin' gorgeous creature, you are." he rasps out, his hands running up your thighs to your breasts. You purr in content at him, eyes almost sweet as you reach between your legs, guiding the head of him into you. He swears quietly, as he watches you take him inside you. Your mouth, wet and pink and open, lips trembling as you let out small breathy moans as you lowered yourself onto him.

You hum and pulse your hips, eyes opening again as you settle against him, biting your lip in focus. "Shit, Alfie." you say as if he's insulted you, he lets out a low chuckle, hips wiggling underneath you as your gasps turn into smirks as you tense around him. You raise and lower yourself once slowly, your shoulders start to slump as you find a rhythm. "You feel so good like this." your words weak and high pitched, your hands resting on his chest, your legs moving your hips in fluid, swiveling rounds, relieved to find he felt even better this morning than he had last night. "That's it." you moan and rasp with an arch of your back as he works his hips up against yours in a slow but hard pump each making your tits bounce much to his enjoyment.

"Take it you dirty girl." he groans as your hips work, you lean forward, one hand on his chest, the other outstretched and on the headboard above him, increasing the speed of your hips. He pants, hands pawing at your chest. "C'mere and feed me these big fuckin' tits." he groans, mouthing up at you as you move your chest directly over his face. Once he places each nipple in his mouth separately, sucking and biting as he squeezes them hard, you whimper and your hips start to hit harder.

"Fuck, I'm getting close already," you admit with a strained, yet sweet voice. He latches onto one nipple, sucking and lapping away at the hard brown nub with a focused brow. His hand runs down to your hips, moving you slightly, grinding you against him. Your thighs tense as your clit drags up against his body, as that curve in his cock warming up all the soft spots you needed him to hit. "Just like that, right there with that fat fucking cock." you groan, voice strung out and needful, chasing your orgasm with ferocity, your breathing fast and heavy, hands on the headboard, slamming your hips against him, building up the pace you needed to finish both of you off and soon.

"Yeah, you bounce on this fat fuckin' cock you wicked thing." He growls, hands slapping your ass so hard your tense and squeak in surprise. One hand slapping down on his chest, nails digging into him as you gasp out above him. He grabs your hips in his hands, teeth clenched as he holds you in a vice grip, his hips starting to thrust up into you with his feet braced into the bed, giving you a reason to swear at him. You let out a shamefully helpless moan, voice rolling with every pound, jolting swears out of you. He moves his hands quickly from your hips to your wrists, he yanks them behind your back with a grunt, then holding you by the elbows. Now you are helplessly getting fucked, and hard by him as his skin slapped hot against yours. Your eyes roll back and you moan out his name. "That's it ya filthy little minx." he says with a shudder-inducing, a deep sexual rumble that you whimper at the words.

"Tu me feras jouir" the words roll out of your mouth and his pants open, wanting to drink them from your lips. "Ah-ah-fie." you try to call his name and can't as he slams into you, your body started to tense, he pulls you tighter by your arms, arching your back as you see stars. You aren't sure if the word yes or oui were tumbling out of your mouth as you came. But your voice in soft breaths make his hips stutter as he slam into you, making you collapse against him. You're still rolling in your bliss, his hands back to your hips, your shaking hands are on his chest, taking him like a champ and gasping. Letting him find his end as your sensitive, swollen skin is worked against him in ways that make your eyes flutter shut. Your back is hunched over his chest, your hands on the bed next to his side, your cheek resting on his sweaty and rapidly moving chest. You gulp noisily and wet your lips. His hands have laid to rest on your thighs, thumbs already twitching against your inner thighs as you both shivered. You both gasp in staggered breaths for what might've been minutes. You don't recall the last time you felt so spent in such a way.

"What a way to start the fuckin' day." he says, breathing evening out more, cheeks flushed and the smile of a totally satisfied man on his face. You lift yourself up with a grunt, rolling and slumping onto the bed next to him. You're on your back looking at the peak of your canopy beds curtains, your hands up by your head. You turn your face to look at him and he's already got his eyes on your body. "Ya alright?" he asks with a laugh, his arm flopping out at you, fingers hitting your stomach.

You clear your throat and sink into the covers you've fallen into with a wiggle of your shoulders. "Sciatica my arse." you bite at him. You lay there with a smirk on your face as you listen to his laughter fill up the room.

Pt 28 Damned If She Do

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Posted my Valentine’s Day Young!Alfie One Shot

Happy Valentin’es Day everyone! Whether you love the holiday or hate it. I decided to get YOU something. I decided to post it a day early. 

So go check out my Young Alfie One Shot, Uptown Girl. Inspired by the Billy Joel song. So enjoy a early 20′s, clean-shaven, pre-war boxer Alfie. Gif to give you a visual of him. And just ‘cause.