Forbidden Alliances // Alfie Solomons Peaky Blinders

(91) Honesty

*edited 03/25/23*

Alfie's lips were pressed to the center of her collarbones. He flicked the tip of his tongue over the soft dip just above her thyroid gland and Freya sighed a sigh of relief.

"You place those lips any deeper, my love... You will kill me instantly." Freya's hand was still tangled in his but her other was lost in the wild hair at the nape of his neck. She laid there with Alfie between her twitchy knees as he kissed her softly and as she stared down at the glorious man on top of her, she found peace in his seemingly harmless threat. She knew his lips were a deadly dagger she craved but he didn't think so.

Alfie was surprised by her knowledge and pulled away to see if she meant it. She was looking down at him with a soft smile on her face, playing with the soft, damp ends of his hair as she did so.

"Really?" he wondered, shifting his weight and laying down beside her as he unraveled their bodies from one another.

She nodded her head and even though their hands disconnected, her eyes never strayed from his.

"I don't think I'm capable of killing you," he drew out softly. His head was propped up on his hand as he was turned to face her, lying on his side and enjoying the soft image of her figure in the gentle glow of the lamp by their heads.

"These." She too got to her side, mirroring Alfie's image as she lifted her finger to his lips, then ran the tip of her finger over the soft pink skin she could practically taste whenever the thought crossed her mind. "These are irresistible," she informed him cheekily. "They will be the death of me one way or another..."

"Oh?" His brows shot upward sarcastically. "And the things they utter..." he drew out inconclusively, searching for the right words. "They don't scare you?"

He had to admit, her encouraging moans and stretching, clasping and wanting, begging and arching, it all seemed so agreeable, almost like he had dreamt the whole thing up. His deep, consuming thought slipped past his lips and was found lingering in the air and all she was able to do was moan as if in satisfaction.

His eyes were running wild across her face in search of any signs she was uncomfortable or wavering and yet there were none. She had the slightest of smiles lingering on her face as her eyes kept flickering between his eyes and lips. She had a gentle glow to her skin that couldn't be expressed as sweat but sourced from something deeper, planted from something within. She was beautiful and he couldn't see anything but beauty.

"Oh, everything scares me, my love," she nearly whispered, letting her hand slip to his chin and feel for the scar she knew laid at rest in the mess of his beard. "The world outside of this place we create. Now that, that is what scares me most," she explained with a charm to her voice and a look in her eyes that Alfie had never seen shine so brightly. "But because you happen to have a life in that world, you scare me beyond reconciling sometimes."

"And you don't think it's crazy to try...?" His voice was nervous but he tried to keep his composure.

"Try what?" she wondered, feeling her lips go into a straight line as she stared deeply into his eyes now, seeing there was something brewing behind those clusters of untumbled sapphires. She studied them, those glorious eyes of his. She studied them as the nervousness grew and he couldn't spit the word out.

Then she tilted her head curiously when the thought crossed her mind. "A baby?"

Alfie's skin went cold and the color seemed to drain from his face.

"You were serious?" she asked calmly, feeling her belly swell with anxiety.

"And you weren't..." His eyes ran away from hers. He started to shift in his position uncomfortably but Freya pulled him back.