𝐴 𝑊𝑎𝑦 𝐻𝑜𝑚𝑒

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑡

(I could've find a actual picture of Alma's bedroom, so imagine it looks like this)

As I'm walking down the stairs, I feel Alma's gaze boring into the back of my head. I bite my lip and continue my way down until a brush of fingertips graze over my spine.

Goosebumps immediately appear on my skin, I whip around and look at her, a blush adorning my S/C cheeks. "A-Alma..please" I try making my voice sound restrained, but the look on her face makes my voice come out in a tremble.

She chuckles and brushes her fingertips under my chin softly. "What could be the matter, my darling girl?" Oh, how I wish I could wipe that smug look on her face right off.

I sigh and squint my eyes up at her, a smirk slowly creeping its way onto my face. " Well, if you wanted to know so bad, I appear to have the urge to wipe that smug look off your face, my dear friend."

I can see how her face immediately drops and she scowls at the word I address her in. "I'll have you know, that I am not in the mood for your little games Y/N. That little stunt you did in the classroom really got me going, but oh, this. This got me all piped up and going."

I open my mouth to ask her what she meant, when she suddenly tapped a slender finger on my lips. Alma hushes me and continues walking down the stairs, leaving me holding onto the railing, watching her leave.

By the time I already make myself down the expansive staircase, Alma has shooed the children outside. I walk into the kitchen and see her grabbing pots and pans, how this woman was able to cook such expansive meals was still a mystery to me.

I make up to her, by now she was standing in front of the stove with a pot of boiling water. "Anything I can help with?" Alma turns around only to grab a wooden spoon to mix around what ever she had in the pot.

"Alma, did you hear me?" I asked in a louder voice. Alma doesn't even take a second to acknowledge my figure standing by the sink. I frown and begin walking out into the hallway.

Before I could make my way into the hallway, a soft voice filled my ears. "Who said you could leave yet, I recommend you stay darling." I turn around and make my way back to where I was standing by the sink.

"I-if I did something wrong, just tell me. Please?" I turn my head in embarrassment as I hear a soft chuckle. "Please Darling. You can be too much sometimes," Alma makes her way to me and pecks my lips before reaching behind me and grabbing a few vegetables, most likely grown by Fiona, "I'm not made at you. Heavens no, but I am very worked up, you see."

I look up at her and bite my lip, the look on her face plus the proximity adding to the tension between us. "Your w-worked up?" I asked as if I didn't know what she was referring to.

"My Dear, what have I told you about lying to me?" She squints her eyes and walks back over to the pot, continuing her work. "I don't like liers. It pains me to see the dearest to me, acting like she has no clue about the ache between my legs?"

I couldn't contain the gasp that leaves me. See, Alma was a very neat, uptight woman. She never spoke in that 'way'. Unless we were in the bedroom of course.

Alma snickers and looks over her shoulder towards me, her deep Prussian eyes focused on me. "I say you leave before I can't hold myself back anymore dear. I will say that, tonight, will be a night you won't ever forget. You'll never leave us. Me, again."

My heart races at the thought of what she had in store for tonight. I was going to recall onto what she meant earlier, but I excused myself in fear she would get enraged.

I decide to go into the backyard, seeing it well to acquaint with the children a little more. As I walk through the gardens, I can't help but think of Victor as I pass by a large rock.

I can remember it like it happened yesterday. Me and Alma were walking together on the shoreline when Bronwyn and Millard came running up to us, screaming that Victor had went missing.

I will never forget the look that Alma had on her face. I was important to her, but the children had a deep, deep importance in her life. Alma dedicates her life to the children.

Alma tries not to think about that moment alot. Not until she goes and sees Victor. A part of her just doesn't want to accept that what happend, really happend.

Back to now, I slowly make myself turn around when I hear Alma's call to the children that dinner was in fact, done. As I walk back, I notice Alma holding the door, so I rush back as quick as I can.

"T-thank you, Alma!" I say as I take the door from her, panting for the quick pace I jogged just a few seconds ago. "Not a worry, dear." I notice how Alma seems tense as we both walk into the dining room, I decide not to question it at the moment.

As dinner ends, the dishes were cleaned and stored back up in the cabinets. Alma had told me to relax and didn't mind me taking a shower in the bathroom connected to her bedroom.

Alma also did mention that she would be expecting me when she got back from bathing and tucking in the children. As I walk up the stairs behind everyone else, I wonder what she was planning to do. Alma did say that she was worked up as well.

After bathing and dressing in a more comfy set of apparel, I sat on the edge of her bed, staring out the window and into the night sky. I didn't notice the door open and close behind me, until I felt the bed shift down beside me.

I look over and see Alma slowly reach over and caress my cheek, her soft, plush lips giving my neck a tender kiss.
"A-Alma..I-..wha-" I was cut off by the same lips, this time capturing my own in a passionate embrace.

As she leans back, she smirks and bites her lip, don't mention her clouded, lidded eyes as well. I felt like I was the prey and she was the predator by the look she was giving me.

I was caught on surprise when she pushed me down and straddled my waist, her hands coming down on my wrist, breaking any movement. I blush and look away, but to my dismay she grabs my chin and leans down to litter my neck with rough bites and butterfly kisses.

"Relax my dear, consider this a welcome gift of sorts?" Her voice strong even though it being muffled by my neck. "I just hope you haven't gotten to sensitive and all over these years darling?"

I gulp and close my eyes as Alma leans in for another kiss. The last thing I remeber was the feeling of her delicate hands trailing up my shirt, until my mind clouded with the undeniable feeling of lust and passion.

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Ok. I know I said I would include smut, but...things took another turn and I only got a sneak peek of something steamy.

But I promise, In in next chapter it will be all explaining the scene I left out! Then chapter 6 will continue on the story.

I am not sure how many chapters this will have, but it all depends on you. The reader! Requests and suggestions are always welcome.

A cliffhanger or twist maybe?

Anyways I think this was kinda late, school am I right? But as always have a good day/evening/night, and I'll see y'all in the next chapter! 🦋