"Can you sayyyyy... HELLO?" Freddie asked his daughter eagerly. She was so small seating on his chest, she weighed like a feather to him.
"Yello..." Elle cried back. Alice leaned to the side of the door, a grin formed on her face. Freddie could comm...
Alice arrived at the entrance of Wessex Studio in a thin flimsy summer dress, the spaghetti strap struggling to hang to her shoulders, her hair wavy from the humidity. She rushed to Freddie, her arms extended impatient to hug him. He responded, "Alice darling." She wrapped herself around his body, her legs wrapped to his waist. Alice closed her cheek against his neck, dropping quick kisses while Freddie burrowed his lips to her hair, breathing in.
"You alright Fred?" she mumbled, her face still pressed against the side of his neck.
"Better, now that you're here."
That morning, Mary confronted Freddie about Alice. He could not recall how the conversation regarding the management of Garden Lodge and all of its staff suddenly changed to his current relationship with Alice. But it ended with Mary asking Freddie to choose between her or Alice. Freddie was mad, he did not even say who he chose but Mary left saying she resigned.
Phoebe, Freddie's assistant immediately called Alice and updated her of the drama that just transpired. He advised Alice to visit and calm Freddie who was visibly distraught. Things had been tensed between the couple, as long-distance relationships do. There were a lot of insecurities in Alice's part, unavoidable as he is a Rockstar who enjoyed a hedonistic lifestyle. But when Phoebe called her, she knew it was serious, she had to be there for him.
Slowly Alice dropped her legs and stood in between Freddie's, on her tip toe while holding onto him still. "Phoebe said you're not home, so I figured to try the Wessex Studio."
"I'm good, everything is good. I'm glad you're here," he breathed into her hair.
"So, Mary left?" she asked.
"Yeah, I suppose." He pulled himself from her and sat down on the nearby couch. Alice sat herself beside him, her legs pressed against his and her arm brushing against his. "She resigned, she left."
"Freddie, you okay though?" Alice asked, her hair fell in waves over her chin, neck down to her breasts. His eyes followed through that one single strand falling strategically to her cleavage.
"No, not really." He pushed a strand of her bangs to the side. "She was there for me before I was famous you know, when I had nothing." Freddie looked down, her fingers playing with the edge of her chiffon dress, his mind elsewhere. They sat side by side, silent, the studio was empty with no one except for the security guard at the entrance. He then felt her hand wriggling into his, Alice leaned to him and then she pulled his face to face her and kissed him.
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"Darling, please no." Freddie whimpered, not in the mood.
"But I want you," she kissed him again, mounting on his lap where she straddled him, her chiffon summer dress slitting to her thigh and one of her Birkenstocks fell to the floor. "I've been so worried about you. I need to feel you, I want you, that's all I've been thinking about."
Freddie wet his lips, taking in the sight of a horny Alice. Compared to his past lovers, Alice was the most physical. She was a hugger, a kisser, a lover, who loved to sneak quick kisses on his neck, his jaw, his chin even if they're in public. And she had an affinity for his jawline, stealing kisses when he was sleeping, waking up, playing on the piano, out eating at a restaurant, lining up to pay the cashier, in the studio and even when he would lay on the couch whilst writing lyrics to a song. And of course, more so with Freddie, she also liked the sex.
Noticing that Freddie was not in the mood, impulsively Alice yanked up her summer dress with one swift pull, then moving his hands to cup her bare bosom. Freddie was never keen to classify himself as a gay man, or even a bisexual man. He did not want to be defined. In his own words, he'd do everything with everyone. But his lust for the female counterpart was never ignited as when he's with Alice. For a self-proclaimed prude, she knew how to push his buttons.
"I love you," Freddie murmured his eyes closed. Alice was showering him with kisses, between giggles. "You're so warm darling."
"Freddie," she pulled away, her lips wet from his spit. "I love you too."
Freddie opened his eyes looking her up and down. Alice had always felt young, she is twenty years old. He was thirteen years her senior, she is disastrously young. When she would fall asleep on his chest at night, he'd stroke her hair thinking Alice was better off with a much younger guy. That it was unfair that she had to fall for him, she was too innocent, too pure for him.
Alice remained atop him, her breasts out, nipples going hard from all the foreplay. "Freddie, I need to make sure you're okay, we're okay." Her body pushing over his body on the couch, warm and soft. "I know you don't want to talk about what happened, and that's fine. Just know that regardless, you have me..."
A smile formed on his face, he wanted to kiss her then, the way she ravaged him the very first time they kissed. The only thing that kept him from having her now and then was the thought that Mary was out there somewhere, crying, over him, over what he have with Alice. What he could not force to have with her. Alice was burrowing her hips into him, impatient, he looked up to her thinking how he got so lucky.
