Choking On Sapphires

55 Wild Horses (NSFW)

You laugh as Claire lifts up the skirt of your dress and sprays perfume while you're leaning over, putting in your simple diamond earrings. You swat at her and fluff out your skirt.

"I don't know if that's entirely warranted." you laugh as you shake your head and smack at her.

"Well I do know and it is." she smirks. She hadn't told you about speaking to Alfie, or what he'd said when he came looking for you. She didn't think it mattered at this point. You two were going to finally be seeing each other and she'd bet all the money she had you wouldn't be coming back home tonight.

But you were more hesitant than she was. He was sweet and romantic over the phone but that didn't mean he was going to sleep with you necessarily. He'd been those things and not slept with you for quite some time not that long ago. It seems as if she'd forgotten that. You certainly wanted her to be right but you were still feeling too cautious to let yourself be totally pie-eyed and expecting.
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You stand in front of the tall townhouse. Taking in the dark masonry front. The night is cold, you can see your breath as you take a deep breath, holding up your skirt as you ascend the stairs. You're greeted by a pleasant looking older woman in a maid's uniform when she pulls open the door before you even knock.

"Hello! Shalom!" she chirps. "Here for the party?" she says with a warm smile.

"I am." you say as she takes your fur coat from you.

"Everyone's in the lounge, down the hall to the left, Miss." she instructs cheerfully before proceeding up the stairs.

You swallow hard and steady your breathing. You smooth down your sapphire blue dress. From the waist up and down your long sleeves, it was sheer, your slip of the same color underneath leaving your arms bare and darkening the color to match the deep blue velvet of the long flowing skirt that covered your grey heels. You wore simple diamond earrings and the same Star of David pendant as it matched the dress perfectly,. The neckline of the dress was cut low enough to be flattering and frame the necklace nicely without being too much. You wanted to be tempting, but not entirely obvious.

Ollie appears from the room you'd been directed towards. Voice carry from the doorway, golden light spilling across the barrier into the hallway across the dark wooden floors and red and tan rug. You can make out Alfie's laugh and your heart flutters at the sound.

"Hello Genevieve!" he says cheerfully.

"Hello, Ollie. It's lovely to see you," you say with a genuine smile. "How have you been?" you ask, meeting him halfway down the hall.

"Very busy." he nods with a friendly tone. "Now that you're here I can get back to work and stop having him ask me every ten minutes if you've arrived." he raises his brows and turns to point towards the doorway in question. "He's in the parlor, go get him so he'll get off my back please." he grins and you return the expression.

"I can do that." you laugh as you walk down the long hall, the home is warm and smells of food and spice. The floors of dark wood carry halfway up the walls, the top portion a red wallpaper. You rather liked it. It was intimate and inviting, composed of rich earth tones and something that felt almost antique and distinctly Alfie.

You move into the wide doorway, your hand lingering on the frame as your wide eyes take in the room. Your body and your face are posed and poise, your muscle memory remembering how you were taught to enter a room to catch attention without a word.

He sees you as soon as you round the corner despite the fact that he was mid-conversation with three other people. He'd been waiting impatiently for you to come all night and he finds his heart palpitating at the very sight of you. You wore the necklace he'd given you still, your hair down and soft, a lovely dress that fits you perfectly. You were a vision, just like he'd said. The sight of you stops the conversation, steals the thoughts from his head, the words from his mouth and the breath from his lungs. He nods his head and excuses himself with no hesitation. You see him as soon as he moves, as if you knew where to look already. Your own star-struck eyes that sit above closed lip smiles mirror his own. He cannot wait a moment longer.