Forever For You 🌷

29th April 2016

A smile on her face, her heart hammering in her chest, Izzy flicked her hair from her eyes as she padded up the street. When she'd left work it had still been light, but now the sun was sinking, the street lamps were lighting her path from the tube station and she quickened her step the closer she got to the right house, theirhouse, until the front door was in sight and she was practically running to reach it.

Two more steps and she was at the gate, then on the porch and when the door handle moved freely in her palm, she knew he was home. She didn't wait a second longer, pushed open the door, not stopping to hang her coat or slip out of her shoes, instead heading down the hallway into the living room, sighing in automatic relief when she found him.

Alex was perched on the arm rest of the sofa, blinking across at her patiently. His expression was gentle and his eyes were sparkling in the low light of the room, the soft glow from the lamps illuminating his skin and showcasing his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose, the natural pout of his lips. His hair was partly slicked back, the ends curly and fluffy around his face and he was dressed in a pristine suit, black with a crisp white shirt beneath it, the dark material stretching tightly over his thighs where his hands were folded in his lap.

He slowly stood, holding his hand out and Izzy dropped her bag and crossed to him immediately, felt his hands on her hips then crawling up her back to pull her into a tight embrace, thumbs stroking, relearning the curve of her spine. The kiss that followed was as intense as it was laced with warmth, appreciation and everything she'd missed. He tasted like something sweet, peppermint, a hint of whiskey on his tongue and the kiss deepened, evoked soft whimpers from the both of them.

When she broke away she was breathless. She stroked down the side of his face, cupping his jaw. He was back, he was holding her, his eternal smokiness surrounding her and it never failed to make her crumble. "Hi," she giggled.

Alex smirked and rested his forehead against hers. "'ello."

"I missed you..." she mumbled, leaning in to peck his pouty lips again, "so much."

"Yeh 'ave no idea 'ow mooch I've missed yeh, Izz."

"Suit?" she asked, tilting her head, dropping her hand from his face and running her fingers down his chest to feel the expensive material beneath her fingertips. "You look so gorgeous. Special occasion?"

"Yeh," he rasped, licking his lips. His eyes didn't leave her face for even a moment. "Izz, I need yeh teh come wif meh." He swallowed.

She raised her eyebrows. "Alexander?"

"There's a dress on the bed," he mumbled, lifting his hand and stroking her cheek with his thumb. "Picked it out for yeh specialleh."

"Where are we going?" she asked curiously.

"Not vereh far," he mumbled. "There's a blindfold on the bed too. Yeh call meh when yeh've got it on."

"Is this some sort of bedroom fantasy?" she giggled, not opposed to the idea of being blindfolded and at his mercy, especially with him looking as incredible as he did right now. She squeezed his forearm.

"No," he replied, a sincere tone in his voice where he'd have usually taken the bait.

The silence that followed made her a little nervous. Izzy squinted to read his expression. "Okay."

Alex sighed shakily, well-aware that he was acting suspiciously. "Joost need yeh teh trust meh, darlin'."

"I do," she assured him, despite all her questions and skepticism knew she would've followed him anywhere.

Alex dipped his head to kiss her cheek. "Alrehyt." He took a deep breath, nodding to himself as he stepped away from her. "Alrehyt. Let meh know when yeh're readeh."