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Choking On Sapphires 88

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Title & Song: It ain’t over til it’s over. 

Summary:  Genevieve finds her place back in London’s society and makes it clear she’s back. She and Alfie have a much needed conversation about the past months. NSFW  Song is by Lenny Kravitz.

Warnings/Tags: Language. References to assault and violence. Sexual content. Fluff. 

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The maids were all feeling uncertain that next morning. Not all of them having seen or heard what happened the day before, but all having felt Genevieve’s seriousness when addressing them afterward.

The tension from the staff was cut with a new, lighter feeling between the higher ups of the home. Aggie and Claire exchanging glances as Alfie and Genevieve entered the dining room together for the first time since their biggest argument to date, it’d been weeks. Not a couple of young ones in wild abandon like love with each other any longer. They take the reconciliation slowly, they do not touch while eating their breakfast, but do speak of the current events in the paper. Genevieve rises and Alfie’s face follows her with question.

“Is the car ready Joseph?” She asks while smoothing down her skirt.

“Yes Miss.”

“Ya leavin’?”

“I’m going to the children’s home this morning.” She informs while pushing in her chair and giving a nod to the girl taking up her plates. “Then collecting my money personally all afternoon.”

“Ah. Do ya fink at’s-“ He begins, a natural instinct that he stops as he sees her brows lift and shoot him a look that told him to consider his next words carefully. “Do ya fink ya might need my help with anythin’?” He switches to instead something helpful instead of corrective.

“No.” She says with a shake of her head and a subtle smile that thanks him for adjusting his tone and direction. “I only need you to go to work and make money.” She gives a brief touch to his arm with the same coy sort of smile on her face.

“Then I’ll ask the same of you.” He gives her a tilt of his head and a charming lift of his brow with the slightest bit of teasing to it.

Alfie leaves with a chivalrous kiss to the back of his loves hand and an affectionate tone of dismissal as he left for work. It even made Gen feel something as their eyes met a blue that no longer felt cold and didn’t inspire shame in her own. Everyone observes silently, tea in the afternoons together again, graduating to cheek kisses upon greeting and exiting rooms. The ease between them spread slowly to Aggie and Claire and then onto the rest of the house. Neither were no longer miserable, making everyone’s job easier.

Genevieve without the distraction of Alfie, who was only being supportive and polite since their meeting halfway on acknowledging there were issues separating them, was now focused more than ever. She sits at her desk, frown out and lacquered nails drumming on the dark wooden surface, surrounded by piles of papers and ledgers.

“I need something.” Gen mutters, eyes looking over the organized mess like it will give her any answers.

“Things are on the up. The visits have assured the contracts and I’ve heard no complaints from clients. The staff are all up to the raised standards, yield is higher… You’re in a perfectly good spot, Gen.”

“Clients May have stopped taking but the rest of London hasn’t.” Gen quickly snaps back and Claire has no retort as it’s only the truth. “I need something to reestablish myself. I don’t want to be good, I want to be the best. I should be who everyone wants to work with. I need the clout, I need the power and the bragging rights to shut down this talk of me being weak and passé.” Gens eyes bore into a section of grain on the top of the polished desk. “I have to do something drastic.”

—————

“This certainly is drastic.” Claire says with pursed lips as she sits next to a very professional and expensive looking Gen in her new town car. She had come to play with the people who had been speaking ill of her in cowardly whispers. She was here to make a move to change their minds.

“I have to be bold, Claire. Nothing less than high risk is acceptable.”

“And you’re certain this is what you want to do?”

“I am.”

“Then...I wish you luck. I’ll be here.” Claire hesitantly agrees.

“Thank you for not questioning me on this.”

“I believe this is something you would’ve done before you were hurt. It is high risk but not out of your… non traditional business practices.”

“Be back.” Gen says with a confident nod as she exits the car. She stands in front of Fortnum and Mason, the most posh and expensive shop she knew could use her products. She knew all the women who would’ve been talking behind her back shopped there and if she could get the sole seller role from them she would have her feet firmly back into their world. So that’s what she set off to do.

The owner and buyer aren’t sold, Gen is still in the shadow of herself no matter the figures and facts she gives them. She’s still a woman and one seen as on her way down. Her polite attempts and by the book do not work, but she hadn’t planned for them to.

“I’m sorry Miss Durand we’re just not one to break tradition and with our history with our fruits supplier we aren’t going to be parting from them”

With a ledger shut in front of her and their postures ready to rise, Gen keeps put and wears a still self assured face. “What will it take?” She asks plainly.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. What will it take? To get this contract. To break this lie of tradition and loyalty you’ve fabricated to give more reasons to turn me down. I know you’ve had three sellers in the past seven years and you are about profit. Not tradition. So what price are they giving you and I will beat it for exclusivity.” No one ever expects a woman to do her research. It’s always a surprise when she rolled up her sleeves and got in the dirt with the bloated rich white men.

The two men in suits look to each other and blink, surprise and confusion clear on their faces. “I’m sorry Miss Durand but we don’t want to do business with you.”

“Why not?” She demands.

“We’ve heard...things of you as of late and know the…” He pauses for a less harsh way to word his thoughts. “...company you keep and would like to refrain from moving in those circles.”

“Company?” She scoffs. “Because I’m Jewish or because of Mr. Solomons? Surely you aren’t against the Parliament Member Thomas Shelby.”

“Solomons.” The second in the chain of hierarchy answers and the top suit gives him a warning glance.

“My business is perfectly legal and established and was successful before I even met Mr. Solomons. My personal does not affect my professional. He has nothing to do with this.”

“Yes but we would rather keep our distance. We’re sorry.”

“You’re not sorry.” She shakes her head at them.

“Miss Durand If you’re going to be difficult then we can-“

“I’m not leaving here until I have this contract. Simple as that.” She says now standing and pushing the paper towards the man sitting on the other side of the desk. “I have been polite and offered all the ways I am a better match, up to and including better prices than those you’re receiving for high quality product. Since It is clear you are a fool who believes others words over those that are speaking personably to your face, I no longer have the option to be polite. Sign this for the price listed or I will be forced to act in a distasteful way as per the “company” I keep.” She speaks fast but sharply, her painted nail tapping the contract.

“We’ll hand you over to the police Miss Durand if you don’t calm down and stop with this-“

“I own the police you bloated twat.” She hisses and leans with both hands on the desk. “I pay them and they work for me. All the way up to my connections in Parliament. I have blackmail on the heads just as I have blackmail on you. So I would highly advise not going through with that plan of yours. Lest someone find out your naughty habit of frequenting the bugger houses on the east end. Where the company I keep lives. So believe me. I know what a dirty boy you are and what I do is no match for what filth you get yourself into.” The man to his sides eyes go wide and the round frog of a man gulps audibly.

“Miss Durand-“

“I have photographs if you’d like to see?” She offers cheerfully as she reaches for her bag.

“No!” He says too quickly and loudly at first. “No that’s-shit-that won’t be necessary. For your work ethic I will sign this and NO other reasons.” He insists and the man next to him looked him up and down, seeing the sweat on his brow.

“Lovely!” Shechirps, falling back into a pleasant tone with her hands clasped in front of her. “You won’t regret it. I have the best product in London.”

“Mmph.” He grunts and nods. Signing a second copy of the agreement.

“Thank you SO much for your business.” She tales the paper into her leather portfolio. “I’m only a phone call away and deliveries will be sorted within the week.”

“Yes. Good.” He mutters, defeated.

Gen trots like a show pony out of the store with a tin of biscuits and a bottle of red wine. There was cause to celebrate.

————

She lounges in the warm glow of her fireplace late that same night. Full Maribou trimmed dressing gown and matching burgundy slip gown with her wine of the same color in her hand, swirling.

“What’s this now? Drinking?” Alfie huffs as he tosses his coat onto the back of an armchair.

“Only a celebratory glass, Cheri. Look at the rest of the bottle, there.” She motions to the bucket on the vanity across the room.

“What are you celebratin’?” He asks as he leans on the back of the couch behind her. She turns and puts her legs up on the cushions and speaks to him.

“I negotiated a contract for exclusive Abielle run of Fortnum and Masons today.” She smiles Proudly, but it’s a subdued gloat, not all toothy and blushed like he would’ve expected.

“How the fuck ya manage that?” He asks with an air of disbelief.

“Blackmail.” She gives a sly grin his way and takes a sip of wine.

“A classic approach. Ya think that’s wise?”

“Alfie, darling I pay the coppers, I have blackmail on them as well! Of course it’s WISE.” She snarls and rolls her eyes. “Now those posh cunts have no choice but to recognize my hold in the city. I got them where they shop. That’s the equivalent of bollocks for those kinds.” She lets out an amused snort into the crystal goblet.

He stands straight and studies her for a moment. A proud woman in recline, a smile on her face that told you she knew something you didn’t. With her hair down and untamed, fresh from a bath he guesses, the glow of oil on her legs showing through the sheer fabric was enough to make a warmth flood his chest. He stares a little too long, caught up in a wave of adoration and pride for her.

“What?” She asks with demand to her voice. Not looking for approval but commanding his thoughts from him.

He sighs and gives her a charming closed mouth smile that makes her tilt her head at him in question. He leans over, and she doesn’t back down as he bends and gives her a kiss to her wine stained lips she did not expect. “It’s bloody good to have ya back, love.” He says softly, their eyes locked for a brief few seconds before he pulls away. With a flutter of lashes, a softness he didn’t expect on her face she gives a silent nod. “Now I’m gonna have me a bath ‘cause I had to crawl ‘round in the shit all day with the fuckin machines.” He changes back to a being lacking the sensuality he’d just displayed. “So excuse me Miss.” He gives a polite nod she reciprocates as his finger begins working on the buttons on his shirt. He walks to the bathroom with his suspenders hanging at his sides as Gen watched his powerful saunter disappear behind the wall. Now he wasn’t the only one who was having warm thoughts creep up their spine and into their mind.

———————

Genevieve chirps happily of her Hebrew lessons over tea with Claire. Claire listens and nods out of her habit to support Gens interests and passions since the incident.

“My pronunciation is back and no longer hurts as well. He was very impressed with me, he said. Told me he was happy to have me among his own for my strength and resilience. Holding my studies still despite the difficulty and now pursuing my bat mitzvah so attentively so soon after.”

“The only man you like praise from.” Claire jokes as she gives the bright eyed Gen a side glance.

Gen huffs our an amused sound and slows herself, feeling a bit excitable. “That’s not entirely true.” She adds quietly while her fingers give her away as they pick at the hem of her gown.

“Oh well save Altar then?” Sore ads with a sip.

“No.” Gen adds with a dragging voice. “I do care about Alfies opinion.”

“Oh?” Claire tilts her head but her face is full of mischief to balance the faux surprise her expression holds. “Are we back to caring about Alfie now?” She teases.

“We never stopped.” She rolls her eyes and takes a long drink. “We just merely… sat it aside for a moment to focus on other things.”

“And are these other things in focus now? Some clarity been achieved?”Claire smirks.

“Yes It has you twat.” Gen lets out a small laugh. “I feel… good again. Solid, yes? Focused and independent. All things I needed for myself to be able to get past all...that.”

“So he’s back in your good graces?”

“I believe so. I feel ready for a partner again. I feel ready to discuss the recent events and our future together. I would like his input on where to hold the ceremony.” Her eyes wander around the room as she speaks as she holds her other train of thought silent and spills the rest.

“I am truly pleased you find yourself mentally fit again. You have been a different woman as of late and dare I say I might prefer this level headed business woman. Well… level headed despite the murder and that.” She gives Gen a playful grin.

“That was a mix of work and play really.”

“I can approve of that.” Claire nods and keeps the smile on her face. “How is the rest of you? If you don’t mind my prying?”

“The rest of me?”

“Physically? The spirit and mind are thriving but how is the vessel?” Her voice turns more motherly than taunting sister.

“Oh! It all seems to be in working order. Not as strong as I was before yet but, in time.” She nods approvingly at herself. “The odd ache and pain and stiffness of course. To be expected. Whether from age or injury.” She says with a pout of lips showing her disapproval for the former.

“Right then. Good. So… have you and Alfie...physically reconciled yet?” With an upward swing of her voice and a brow Gen lets out a sputter.

“No we have not.” She sounded almost disheartened by the fact. “But the past weeks It’s been on my mind again. I’ve had to consider many things...new factors to deal with and all.” Her face frowns slightly and she chews her lip. “I believe that I could.” She states after a pregnant pause. “I haven’t even touched myself though truth be told.” She offers with a shrug. “It’s not been as important to me as it was before. But I think with patience… and if he could awaken the romance in me that I would be perfectly fine. We only dabbled in the more...extreme you might say that could possibly make me uncomfortable now. Or should I say still? I don’t want any roughness in bed to always be something I’m wary of. I won’t have that incident define me forever. I refuse.”

“All perfectly understandable.” Claire says with a much sweeter lilt to her words. “You are very self aware and that will carry you to exactly where you want to be.”

“Thank you. That’s very kind.” She says almost bashfully.

“Just truthful.” She shakes off the compliment. “I believe sex would be a good next step. You’ve both come far in your treatment of each other and it could act as a real bond creator. Establish the new norm, reconnect after all that...hog wash.”

Gen gives her a smile and nods as she stares into her tea cup. “I believe you’re right. I’ll start a discussion this evening. Some things need to be said beforehand. But he’s never turned down a negotiation.” She laughs.

———-

Gen brings in a tray of tea cakes she’d made earlier in the day to her bedroom. Setting the silver serving platter with its tiered platforms of various sweets by the bed where Alfie had settled in his pajamas. He was wearing his glasses and looking entirely harmless as Gen served him the baked goods.

“Ya made these?” He asks, setting the book we had been reading while he waited for her to return.

“I did.” The pride is on her face and it wasn’t just the glow of the fire that made her glimmer in the low light of the room.

“They’re rather adorable little fings. Tryna come for me job?” He teases as she slides in next to him with a small plate and offers him a piece.

“‘Course not darling.” She practically coos.

He could feel her good mood even now after she’d almost sang the praises Rabbi Gold had given her earlier in the day. Chattering of venues and caterers for her bat mitzvah.

“My business is going so swimmingly I have no need to come after yours. Did I mention the juniper I’m growing? To address the Gin boom?”

“Ya did.” He nods and takes a bite sized bit of berry jam slathered bread with tiny flowers from the garden sat upon it for looks.

“My apologies, I’ve been twittering on like a bird all night, I forget everything I’ve said.”

“No apologies needed, love. I’ve rather enjoyed it.” He gives her a supportive nod.

She finished a tiny sandwich she was nibbling at and prompts him to take another as she follows suit before sitting the plate on her nightstand. “I’m glad to hear it, because there were some things I thought it was time to discuss with you.” She settles in by his side with wide attentive eyes and hands meekly clasped on her bent legs.

“What’s this eh?” He says as he grunts and moves to better face her. “Everyfing alright?”

“Yes. Everything’s fine, darling.” She quickly dismisses his concerns. “I wanted to talk about us.” She says with eyes that don’t hold the same coldness he’d seen so often as of late when she worked. She was initiating a next step, opening herself up to mend their relationship as they’d addressed weeks ago. He was already proud of her and she’d barely said a word.

“A favorite subject of mine.” He muses and he sees a subtle smile grace her beautiful face. Lashes casting shadows over the healthy and round apples of her cheeks. “What’s on your mind love?”

“I thought it best if we discussed what’s happened these past months, and furthermore about our future.”

“Perfectly acceptable terms.” He says with an easy going face. He felt no animosity between them and was willing to give as much as she was. There was plenty to be said.

“I would like to start with...our rather nasty interactions during my...lapses in judgement.” Her face frowns and she speaks slowly but she gets them out and that was half the battle.

“May I start?” He asks with a bow of his head, not wanting to throw off any plans she might have of speaking because if he knew Gen, and he likes to think he did, she had a bulleted list in mind already.

“Yes, please.” She continues the pleasantries and finds his personable behavior to be most endearing.

“I want to start by sayin I’m sorry for the harshness of the words and actions I had during your low points. I was insensitive and under a lot of pressure. I know it’s not a man’s excuse to speak so poorly to his wi- his partner but it is what it is and that’s the truth of it. And I am regretful for lettin me work get the best of me.”

He sees the smile slowly grow as he speaks and he finds himself distracted by it as she follows up. “Thank you.” She says softly. “You were...harsh. And I won’t, or rather couldn’t pretend like your words didn’t hurt more than knives in those moments but I do understand them now.” She swallows and exhales through her nose, meeting his eyes and reaching out to take His hand into hers. “I can see that you did have my best interests at heart despite the delivery. And I accept your apology. I did have a problem and I was being too hard on myself, pushing too hard and that. Despite the lack of softness I had become accustomed to, I have been better for it in the long run.”

“Oh pet,” He says softly squeezing her hand. “I should say this more often, especially now, but I am proud of you. Yeah? That statement right, that shows true maturity and self reflection. Fuckin brilliant, love.” He leans in to give her a kiss to the forehead to punctuate his point.

“Thank you.” She whispers and feels her stomach flutter from the soft affection. “I am Feeling that I am embodying those qualities on a different level now. I’m glad it’s showing through my actions as well. I want to put those bad moments behind us, not forgetting but forgiving and use them to move forward.”

“Lovely sentiment that and I agree completely.” He enthuses.

“With that said I did want to thank you for...everything really.” Her face turns more reflective and less shy. She gave away all the feelings that she had beneath the surface of those lovely big brown eyes. “For staying with me through all those… growing pains.” A lighthearted twist of her words and a hesitant smile make his lips turn into one of his own.

“Of Course love don’t be ridiculous. I’m not going nowhere. A real man doesn’t leave a woman he loves when things get hard. And I do love you, Genevieve.” He speaks softly and raises hers hand to kiss her knuckles to seal his intent.

“And I love you, Alfie.” She almost sighs out. “I don’t think I’m the same woman I was the last time I said it. Feels… different now somehow.” Her eyes leave his and his desire to take away that sadness sweeps over him.

“Wouldn’t expect you to be love.” He states obviously. “I do like this new evolution of you as well. Strong and fierce and realistic. Striking hard and fast and bending the world to her will. What’s not for a man like me to love about that?” His words make her smile and look over at him through the flare of her lashes.

“I no longer feel...soft.” Her nose twitches in thought. “ The worlds whimsy is gone for me it feels. I don’t believe I’m the same woman now.” Her face less sad and more of that factual approach he’s just mentioned.

“I never needed soft, Genny.” He says as of its obvious. With a squeeze of her hand and one raised to her cheek he speaks sweetly and intently. “I’ve only ever needed you.”

She feels it. That spark inside her, he’d lit the romance again and she was relieved to find it still functioned. “Alfie…” she softly exhales and looks down in a moment of feeling overwhelmed by her emotions. Her eyes swing back and she finds him still watching her, seeing a flash of young girl still within her that was almost stomped out.

“Would it be too much to ask for our nightly routine to change slightly?” He inquires.

“How So?” He catches her attention with curious eyes.

“I must admit, I do miss having a cuddle before we fell asleep...havin ya close.” He speaks with no sarcasm but only charm oozing from his pores that she willingly falls victim to. “Of all the things I believe I miss it most. Gettin fuckin sentimental in me old age eh?”

She simply smiles and lifts the covers to scoot closer. “I’ve missed it...well, you as well.” Her sweet and soft voice praises his confession as he lays to his back and she falls right back into her place under his arm.

“Missed this.” He nods and watches the fire crackle in the fireplace across the room. His arm wraps protectively around her soft body, her fingers light on his chest and curious to feel if he was the same man as he was before all this added trauma. She was different, would he be different as well?

“I’ve missed you Alfie.” Her voice sounded small and undemanding.

“Been right here waitin’ for ya love.” He whispers and kisses her head, causing her to shift and gaze up into his peaceful face. The most it’d looked in so long. It felt like a lifetime since they’d felt so at ease.

“Thank you.” A heartfelt exhale as she moves to give his subtly smiling lips a kiss. “For your patience.” She adds with only a breath between them.

“If it’s for you, there is no patience required in waiting. I’d do it forever.”

“I missed your charming words.” She smiles before pressing her lips to his again.

“I’ve been saving up.” He mutters against her lips and she laughs and he lets a full smile bloom across his face. They share a breath, noses together and mirrored smiles with their eye corners crinkled, Soaking up each other after a long drought.

“I love you, My Ari. Truly.” She coos and nuzzles her nose against his.

“My brave little Chanah, when I think I could not love you more you keep proving me wrong.”

She only answers with a kiss. With a small sound of amorous contentment from her he feels his instincts kick in after they lay dormant for so long. A single press catches her breath in her chest, hitting her hard. He was tender, gentle and undemanding of her as she openly gave him more. Chaste presses turn to lengthy exchanges of breath with lightly teasing tongue. Her hand runs up his chest to feel the soft fur of him up to his beard to hold his face so she could keep him near. .

With a shaky breath and an almost innocent flutter of lashes she looks to him with eyes that shone with something close to fear. She parts from him and watches those plush lips of his she missed wait patiently for her. “I think I want to try again.” She barely whispers, voice only subtle in the quiet hush resting within the walls of the velvety bedroom. A crackle of the fireplace and a breathy, almost anxious confession we’re all there was to hear. “I miss you.” Her eyes swing up to meet his. He sees the reflection of dim yellow glow highlight the yellow in her dark brown eyes as they pleaded with him.

“Are you sure?” He asks with an affectionate graze of his nose to hers. “There’s no rush for such things.”

“Do you not want to?” A flinch of rejection in her eyes as he looks down at her patronizingly but still with fondness.

“That’s not my point.” He gives her a small smile and reaches to gently rub her back as she rests slightly on his upper half. “I don’t want you hurting. In any capacity. And I certainly don’t want to be the cause. I only want you to be certain.”

“I’ve thought about it. And I will admit I’m nervous. I’ve not even done it myself in so long now.”

“My poor little pet. You a bit starved for it, yeah?”’ He says softly with a more rhetorical inflection. “We can go slow, love. Don’t have to get caught up in it all at once.” He pets her cheek gently and speaks to her like a praised kitten. She feels the warmth from him and wants to purr and be stroked just the same. She had missed the attention, the physical affection, not only the intercourse but the little things that came with it.

She wouldn’t allow her experience to cling to her mind in the form of fear. Alfie would never hurt her, she knew this. But the aversion to being touched in more intimate areas was something she had to get past. Part of her wanted him, and another smaller part was telling her the touch meant something bad was coming. She had to get past that inner voice and silence it. With the patience Alfie was showing her, the tenderness he was bringing to her cause she knew silence was possible.

“I do I just… be patient with me.” her voice is small and lacks confidence, her eyes averted from his own again. He gave her another gentle rise of her chin with his hand to make her look at him.

“Don’t even question it.” he emphasizes. “This is ‘bout you, right? You tell me yes and no, tell me or show me, any way you gotta we need to communicate through this.” he hadn’t expected to try to break down her walls bit by bit on this night but he knew, or rather hoped the day would come eventually. He’d read and thought deeply on the subject and had a plan of action in place to ease her concerns. This was all about patience and admiration and he had both in spades for her.

She nods with a weak disposition before he brings their mouths together for rounds of soft affection before she takes a deep breath and moves her arms around his neck. With the simple action their love burns and grows until it’s a heat between them that can’t be ignored. His hands are slow but certain as they inch farther and farther towards her hips and bum. She was so much softer than he recalled. He’d grown so used to her being colder and distant that the juxtaposition of her being warm and soft in his hands reminded him that she was indeed a beautiful woman and not only a hardened business owner despite how she was projecting herself.

“Is it too much to ask to see you, love?” he whispers against her cheek, a single kiss placed to the bend of her neck.

“See me?” a breathy innocent voice answers.

“This gorgeous body of yours, Genevieve. I must confess I’ve missed your skin against mine.” he keeps his voice soft and gentle, a kiss to her forehead as her eyes show consideration behind them. He knew he needed to woo her, to make her feel as lovely as she was. He tried to treat her as if this was her first time, and the slow pace was working for him in his age.

“May I see you as well?” she asks, and such a silly questions he thinks.

“Of Course. Would you like to disrobe or do you want me to do it for you pet?” a series of kisses down her neck as he pulls back her dressing gown from her rounded shoulders.

“You can.” she answers quickly to his approval. He makes no scene of removing his sleeping clothes, her watching with half lidded eyes and a slight heightened rise and fall of her chest. But he made a celebration of removing them from her.

Laying her back he kisses every part before he slips her limbs from the gown. From her ears to her fingertips he pressed adoring kisses to show her wordlessly that she was still just as desired as she had been. She allowed herself to get caught up in it, focusing on knowing the hands on her were only there out of love and duty and for no other reason. Sliding up her thighs she helps as her small gown is raised above her head.

He bites his lips as he watches her heavy breasts fall onto a pillowy middle of stomach, free from their satin confines of the dark nightie. Her hair falls as a curtain, and her using it as so to cover herself before he intervenes. He kisses every bit she tries to cover, every mark or scar left behind in it’s pale pinked form. He softens her reserve and works small sounds of pleasure as his mouth laps and suckles away at her breasts, moving to and from, hands grasping them and kneading as her thighs started to subconsciously rub together.

She felt so warm. Warmer than she recalled his affections making her. Her body was covered in a thin veil of sheen from her emotions he was coaxing from her. She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling, not on what either of them were looking at. She did feel adored, his worship of her body soft and slow and silent as his plush mouth gifted every piece she wasn’t sure of with a stamp of approval. Even though she felt as if this body was new, different than the last he’d loved, the only difference in his approach was that he was more adoring than she’d recalled. He handled her like a virgin, taking time to make sure her body was seduced as well as her mind. After a sprinkling of kisses across her thick thighs she’s surprised when the next lands on her mouth.

He settles against her, kissing her jaw and speaking quietly. “Can you tell me what you want of me, Chanah?” his voice cooed into her ear before a kiss was placed under it. One hand up and pushing her hair from her face as he rests on his side, the other giving a long, slow stoke between her breasts and down to the guarded thatch of hair that was squoze between her thighs. “My hands, my mouth, my cock?” he asks and makes the words not feel dirty when they reach her ears.

She considers, seeing his face as handsome as she recalled, a soft brow in the low dying light of the fire as she grazes her nose against his. “Hands.” is all she responds with, and he takes her into another slow, deep kiss, capturing her full attention. He walks his hands between the clenched thighs slowly, opening them, reassuring her with wanting noises as he held them in esteem, kneading them gently. His large hand cupped over her mound, a slow and steady rub back and forth of the protective dark hair and soft full lips that separated him from the now wet and warm inner lips he was working his way towards.

He feels her stiffened as his fingertips begin to slip between her folds, he pauses, removing them and pulling away from her enchanting panting mouth. “This okay?” he inquires.

“Mmm Hmm.” she nods enthusiastically. “Only just a bit… out of practice. I’m fine, I promise.” she admits bashfully with a shutting of her long lashed eyes. “Keep going.” she whispers and holds his face, “More kisses please, darling.” she smiles and he feels his heart skip for a moment. “I missed them so.” a tiny voice with a nuzzle of her nose to match before she melts at the contact of both sets of lips she has. As he ventures further, expert fingers reminding her of how well they knew her body, he strokes and rubs her swollen clit steadily, same as their tongues peeked out of their mouths to taste the other. Her body remembers this, the muscles tense and her hips sway and buck mildly as he builds her up, her breathy moans growing just the same as they stayed connected.

“I missed these heavenly sounds of yours, love. Of all the things I missed, anything involving these petal lips and anything emitted from them were what I missed the most. And I’ll never take a single gasp of your breath for granted again.” he seduces her fully with his words. Even though she knew what an expert linguist he was, it never failed to make her swoon when he’d purposely try to charm her.

“Alfie.” she manages to sigh out, eyes shut as he feels her chest deflate and relax.

“”N that.” he groans and his mouth travels from her own to her neck. “Fuck I missed my name in your sweet voice, Chanah. It cannot sound sweeter coming from anyone else.” his voice drags, feeling her body against his as wanting to sink into her and forget everything else, but he withheld. For her, he sustained and kept drinking in everything about the experience.

She calls his name again, an arch of her back he knew all too well.

“Do you want to let go, love?” he asks as his mouth works to her breast.

“Oui.” she whines, a quick series of tiny nods against her pillows as he takes her hard nipple into his mouth.

He continues at this pace that before would’ve prompted her to growl and correct, but she was indulgent and slow and needful in his arms in their shared moment of bliss. He feels her hands shake, her thighs starting to tremble as he locks on and she lets out the first cry for him. He moans into her soft skin, smelling of lavender and tasting of salt. She for him without a word, only those innocent gasps that broke through to let her know this touch, this pleasure was okay again. Her hands clasped tightly to him, one in his hair as she squeezes, mouth open and eyes clenched shut as she lets out every noise that wants to be heard, her body twitching against his own as he held her to the bed and kept her in place.

His mouth slows and stops, his licks sending little thrills over her skin showing through the wave of bumps breaking out across it. She holds him close to her, his lips now peppering kisses over her sternum as it rises and falls, her eyes rolling and finding their place again inside their sockets. She stirs after a slight rest, gathering herself to kiss him back when her grip loosens and allows him to whisper sweet things against her throat. “You were perfect, love.” he reassures her as he gets a smile from her dazed face, the back of her hand to her forehead. “Would you like more or you want me to scoop you up under the duvet for a cuddle?” he lets a deep chuckle across her skin as she hums and sighs against him.

“I’m rather dizzy.” she admits with a slight laugh and he can’t help but smile back at her, kissing her cheek.

“Duvet it is.” he grunts and yanks it up over them, resting on his elbow and watching over her. He pushes her hair away from her body and dotes on her, rubbing her arms and taking the chill from her skin.

“Thank you.” she whispers, batting her eyes and trying to focus them. “That was rather intense for me.” she admits, her face turning to look up to his.

“It felt as such.” he gives her flushed cheek another peck. “Best not excite you too much tonight. There will be other nights.” he coos affectionately, and settles in, pulling her against him with her smaller form against his chest.

She nods and feels the sleepiness start to wash over her. “You’ve made me so sleepy, Alfie.” she chuckles against him and puts an arm around his waist.

“Wear ya out?” he chuckles to himself, leaning in to kiss her head. “You go to sleep then and I’ll be close behind, love.”

Another small nod and a yawn as his little kitten begins to purr against his chest. He had missed this. These moments where she was asleep against him, the heat of skin to skin and the comfort of it. A man that lived such a hard life outside of his love needed that softness to balance him out. With her wrapped protectively in his arms, he felt like a king. Like he had his queen back to rule with again. He almost felt compelled to tell her how much he had missed her, this. Tell her how much he loved her and was sorry he was the way he was, sorry for having to be such an arse to get through to her. But she looked so content, so helpless and relaxed he couldn’t bring himself to say anything further. With a simple kiss to her head he shuts his eyes, lean arms wrapped around his lovely little wife, in his eyes. There would be other nights, other moments to tell her such things. Perhaps when he proposed. Yes, perhaps he should be worrying about that instead.

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Pasta?Pasta

This was originally a request but my dumb ass accidentally deleted it. It was a scenario with the topic of “Snowed in scenario with namjoon”

You were sitting in your room, blanket wrapped around you, warm tea on the side table and laptop on your thighs. It had been snowing for weeks now and you had been wishing for a snow day - after weeks of praying and begging any possible entity out there you finally got one and, damn, it was one hell of a snow day.

The entire street was covered in snow and the doors and windows for every house were stuck. It felt like you were all alone in the world, the usual noise of car horns and college students could not be heard that you swore you liked; in reality, it was a little lonely. It was a little too quiet and it felt like the end of the world.

Of course, your overactive imagination dreamed up scenario after scenario of plausible incidents that could occur leading to your death and that was why you had given up working on your project and retreated to your bed in favor of watching 2 Broke Girls. The hilarity of the show and warmth from both your tea and blanket caused you to soon forget all about your irrational fears.

Once you had successfully binged five episodes you got off the bed and stretched, it was still quiet. You wondered where your roommate was. He was generally a very loud person; constantly knocking things over, humming under his breath, tapping his fingers, snoring. No matter what the time was he was always making some sort of noise. You had assumed that you didn’t hear him before simply because of your earphones.

The two of you weren’t exactly friends, you were only living together so you could pay the rent after your last roommate moved out during the second year but when you live with another person for around four months you pick up on their habits, interests and disinterests. 

You exited our room and walked out towards the kitchen. You found him there, standing with his back to you and his arms folded. 

“Um Namjoon are you okay?” you called out, a little confused.

 Namjoon jumped slightly at the sudden sound and turned his head to face you, once he saw that it was just you he smiled and turned back around before opening his mouth, 

“Ya, I just.. I was hungry but I wasn’t sure whether cooking would be a good idea.”

“Food is always a good idea. What you on about?” you laughed and walked past him into the kitchen.

Namjoon chuckled, his voice was generally very deep but when he laughed you felt as though the depth could rival that of the Pacific Ocean, “Food is always a good idea but me cooking might not be. I don’t really have enough money to get a new kitchen if I burn it down.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

“Then it would be better if you just sat there, I’ll make something. I swear it’s like my roommates have a type. None of them can cook.” You replied laughing.

 You realized somewhere in the back of your head that you did in fact enjoy spending time with Namjoon, he was a funny guy and well you’d be straight up lying if you said he wasn’t good looking.

 “Great, what are you making?” Namjoon asked, clapping his hands together and taking a seat at the kitchen table.

 “Well you sure are quick to accept offers.” You said clicking your tongue at him in fake disapproval. Namjoon picked up on right away and laughed. “Pasta?” You asked.

 “Sounds great.”

 “Okay Joon, get off your ass and gather the ingredients.” You said, turning around to face him, with your hands on your hips.

 “Yes ma’am, right away.” Namjoon replied loudly and curtly, standing up straight with his right hand at salute position.

 You tried to stifle your laugh and continued his games; you picked up the wooden spoon on the counter and pointed it at him, “Get the sauce and chicken from the fridge.” You said and turned to get the pasta from the cupboard.

 “Yes ma’am.” Namjoon said, saluted again and marched to the fridge.

 “Pick up the pace soldier.” You demanded of him. You were trying ever so hard not to break character and laugh. You placed a pot of water onto the stove and set it to boil.

 “Sorry ma’am, here you go, the sauce and the meat. What do you want me to do next ma’am?” Namjoon asked, he was nowhere close to breaking character but his expressions were so exaggerated you were feeling your stomach hurt from holding in your laughter. You managed though and out the pasta in the water.

 Get the vegetables and wash them. I think it’s best you don’t touch the knives.” You said and took the meat from him and started dicing it.

 “Spot on ma’am, I would kill both of us by accident.”

 “Are you threatening a senior officer?” you demanded, turning around and waving the knife in the air.

 Namjoon swallowed and stepped back, eyeing the knife. “Haha no, I would never. It was merely a joke ma’am.”

 “I know I was messing with you.” You said and placed the knife down. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. The pure fear on Namjoon’s face was too much to handle. You broke out laughing and soon Namjoon joined you.

 The two of you together finished making the pasta and you managed to teach Namjoon how to cut an onion but you both finally decided it was best he stayed away from the knives. Once the pasta was done, you transferred it into two bowls and the two of you moved into the TV room.

 Namjoon had put on Sherlock. It was a show both of you were currently obsessed with and it was deemed worthiest to watch with pasta on a snow day like so. Namjoon was already sitting on the floor, holding both plates of pasta and his back resting against the couch, by the time you arrived with two glasses of Pepsi.

You sat down next to him and took your plate, handing him his glass. “Okay so which episode?”

 “Any, I’ve watched them all already.” Namjoon said.

 “Same, I started the show casually one day. Told myself I would spend an hour maximum on it but guess who didn’t leave her bed for the rest of the day. I binge-watched the show and then was tumblr crying over Johnlock.”

 “Me too y/n, me too. Johnlock is such a quality ship, I don’t understand why the show keeps putting it off like this. I mean no hate towards Mary but c’mon.”

 You nodded your head vigorously. The two of you continued to discuss Sherlock, completely forgetting about actually watching the show. While you talked, you realized how much you actually enjoyed talking to Namjoon and what a nice guy he was

You recalled the brief crush you had developed on him when he first moved in with you and the actual reason why you had kept your distance from him. It was never advised to live with a crush. Namjoon was talking about how he would always try and figure out who the murder was but you couldn’t pay much attention.

 His eyes were soft and glowing, he looked so very joyful and content to sit on the floor and discuss a TV show with you. The little sun coming from the window illuminated his beautifully tanned skin and the glasses he had on framed his face perfectly.

 You sighed inwardly at how actually perfect Namjoon was. There was a reason you never talked to him much or spent time with him.

 “Y/n what’s your opinion about Mary?” Namjoon asked you, bringing some pasta up to his mouth. You were startled out of your trance and you thought about it for a minute before replying.

It was now Namjoon’s turn to stare, he was absolutely smitten by you but he refused to confess. At first he had no idea you were so beautiful or that you were so smart and funny but after he found out about you through his friends and form the few conversations the two of you had Namjoon was obsessed. He would sometimes hear you singing in your room loudly, or he would come home when you and your friends were arguing about fictional characters or dancing in front of the TV.

 Namjoon, unknown to you, was very much aware of everything you did. He knew that you were at home. The walls in your apartment were unbelievably thin and he hadn’t heard you move in or out of your room all day.

 He had left his room and stood in front of the kitchen for about twenty minutes hoping you would come out because he didn’t know how to approach you. Namjoon watched your lips move and your forehead crinkle and your eyebrows knit. He loved the way your hair framed your face and how it would occasionally fall out from under the headband you wore or from behind your ear.  He loved the necklace you always wore, with the small charm on the end. He thought it looked adorable.

 He was so enraptured by you that he did not notice at all that you had stopped talking. Namjoon continued to stare at you, his eyes soft and shining. There was pure innocent adoration that shone through in his eyes and even you, blind, naïve you could see it. His intense gaze made your face warm up and you felt the blush climbing up your neck and onto your cheeks.

 “Namjoon.” You called out, trying to get him to stop staring at you.

 He snapped out of it upon hearing his name leave your lips and he realized that he had been caught. Namjoon flushed a deep red, and ducked his head down cursing himself to oblivion. Before you could open your mouth he pulled a Hamilton and decided to explain himself in rapid-fire speed.

 “I’m sorry, you’re just really cute and funny and interesting and I couldn’t stop looking at you because you look adorable when you’re talking - well, not that you don’t look cute when you’re not. You’re just really cute all the time and I’ve been crushing on you for like two months but I was scared to tell you and I just really want to hold your hand and kiss you and show you off and call you my girlfriend but you don’t know that I like you and I’m too afraid to tell you.” He finished abruptly and once he realized what he had done he brought his hand up to his mouth.

 “Um.” You said, your mouth opening and closing not knowing what to say.

 You looked at him and a smile made its way onto your face. You decided against speaking and instead settled into Namjoon, moving closer to him and resting your head against his shoulder. You put on the show and hooked your hand through his.

 “I think you’re cute and smart and funny too.”