Choking On Sapphires

39 Burnin' For You (NSFW)

You'd found out the Rose Trellis egg had been bought by a man named Sigmund. You knew Sigmund, you'd worked for him in the past on multiple occasions and you'd never had a problem with him. He was rich but not wealthy, but his wife had very expensive tastes, and he was all about keeping her happy. A quiet man, almost shy and easily intimidated in your experience with him. You had come across Sigmund at a party months ago, even casually inquiring as to whether he had heard of any Faberge floating around in the world. He had said no.

So now you're left with a problem. This made Sigmund a liar.

Apparently, Alfie, having come across him in the jewelry quarter had asked him about an egg as well. He'd also said no to him. Which meant that Alfie now felt involved, wanting to come with you on the job. He also cited wanting to get the egg as an extra fuck you to Tommy. When you pouted and tried to start explaining you and Tommy had come to an understanding, he interrupted your explanation and told you in no particularly polite way that he didn't give a fuck what Tommy said. The well-intentioned but vengeful man was still well miffed about the argument with Tommy. But who could blame him?

So you and Alfie plan a job together. Seeing as breaking and entering was your expertise, he defaults to you on most decisions. Getting the layout, scoping the place out, many long nights spent up in Cambridge where Sigmund lived sitting in the back of a car with your notebook taking down your observations.

You return and sit with Aflie in your bedroom in front of the fire, pacing back and forth in front of the fire, tapping the notebook with your pen, your glasses sliding down your nose as you animatedly talk. His fingers ran absent mindedly, picking at his beard, his eyes narrowed in thought as he stares into the fire as you speak.

After you finish, he blinks and snaps out of his trance as he feels his weight shift as you sit next to him. You sit cross-legged facing him, notebook in your lap as you listen to what he'd been working on. He'd gotten someone in the house, hired on as muscle, so now you had the complete view of the place.

"By this hour in two days time, if all goes according to plan, you and I will have our hands on another Faberge egg." you say optimistically, looking out the window with a sigh. That wonderful feeling of an upcoming job, and one with such a magnificent payday with a side serving of revenge for both you and Alfie against Sigmund, Sabini and to only Alfie, Tommy.
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He's already in the car that you'll both be taking to the job. He has his hard face on tonight, white-knuckled for now, sure to be red later. He watches you come down the hotel steps, in all black and looking as sleek as a cat in form-fitting trousers and long sleeved, high necked top. He lets out a sigh, still being affected by the sight of your form, curved and distracting to his eyes even under the long black coat you wear. Your face, beautiful and bare with your hair pulled back and plaited glows in the light of the sunset. He wasn't even lying to himself about how much he was looking forward to seeing your work tonight. He would try his best to keep his mind on business, which is what this started as. But at this point, it felt more like fun with a monetary pay off at the end. The promise of watching you work your magic with your skilled body, a new unseen and untouched Faberge glinting just out of grasp, he felt excited about work in a way he hadn't been in what could've been years.
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He's made his way around the house, making contact with his inside man. Returning and sliding back into the car before turning to you.

"That'd be your cue, Genevieve." he says with a charming smile.

The energy between the two of you is electric. Both excited, both revved up and full of hunger for payback and a payoff.

"I'll meet you in inside, Alfie." you say with a smile that matches his in its charming delivery. You take a moment to acknowledge this lump in your throat. This flutter of your heartbeat as you're leaned in towards him, supposed to spin and exit and scurry your way to the house. But instead, in the dark with this look in his eyes, you get distracted for a moment by your heightened emotions. This was supposed to be work, you thought to yourself. But it didn't feel like work. You hold his stare a few fleeting seconds, before making the decision to lean forward and kiss him.