The Camden Tales

14 - Sex, Love and War

⚜️ THE SECOND TALE ⚜️

-=₪ March 1924 ₪=-

Home / 150 Camden Street / 7.36pm

Malka was laying on Alfie's side of the bed. Her eyes were closed, the room was warm and she was surrounded by their large, soft pillows.

The plush, thick curtains were drawn to block out the early evening chill and the fireplace had a fresh roaring fire snapping in its hearth. It warmly lit the room along with the two table lamps which stood either side of the bed on their night stands. They gave a fairly weak light, despite being electric.

"Do you think Tommy's war with the Italians could cause further issues?" asked Malka, opening her eyes and looking at the ceiling.

There was no response. She looked down to Alfie who had his head between her legs and was very much occupied.

"Alfie?"

He stopped, rested his forehead against her pelvis and sighed.

"No," he mumbled.

After a moment of silence he went back to caressing her pink folds with his lips. Malka put her head back and closed her eyes.

"Surely the Mafia will send someone to kill Tommy and we are allied!?" she said, opening her eyes again and looking back down to Alfie.

"Malka." he answered abruptly, "Can we not talk about Tommy while I'm doing this please?" he asked shortly.

"Sorry," she quickly replied.

Malka licked her lips, took a deep breath and tried to relax. She attempted to concentrate on Alfie's mouth, which had now returned to gently sucking her clitoris. The whiskers of his beard lightly tickling between her thighs.

"Do you think our boys will be safe at the tracks on Good Friday?" She asked worriedly.

Alfie stopped everything he was doing, lifted himself from the bed and looked at Malka in annoyance.

"Or family! Not Tommy, the kids, business--"

"I am sorry!" she said quickly, throwing her hands over her eyes.

Alfie sat up and rested his elbows on her bent knees.

"I'm here, trying to pleasure my wife, as she fucking requested," he said, hands gesturing via quick flicks of his wrists, "but she seems entirely un-fucking-interested. You want me to do this or not?"

"Yes! I am interested, I sware. I am stressed! Alright?" she uncovered her eyes to see Alfie's bottom lip perturding a little.

"I promise, Alfie, I want this! I NEED this! I just cannot make my brain stop racing." She covered her eyes with her arm and sighed heavily.

"You need to relax, Mal."

"I am trying," she replied with frustration as if she hadn't already attempted this numerous times. Her whole aim was to relax; it was the very reason she had requested him to pleasure her.

Alfie observed his frustrated wife for a moment, then, sliding off the bed, he walked to the bedroom door, put on his robe and left the room.

"Where are ya goin'?" She asked hastily, alarmed and concerned that he had given up.

"Stay there," he demanded before disappearing downstairs.

Malka, confused, tried once again to relax herself. She punched the pillows with perhaps a little more gusto than was needed to fluff them and then looked around for the blankets which were now on the floor. She glared at them as she lay naked on the bed, her legs akimbo.