Choking On Sapphires

58 I Wanna Be Yours (NSFW)

Alfie's home in London sits on a lovely road in a nice part of town, each of the houses tall and lean, brick and stone and iron fences along the front with large plants in pots or stone animals to decorate the outside. His was half dark red brick and half white stone along the bottom. Black framed windows up the three stories showed low light within it, looking inviting from the cold outside. Magda pulls open the door as you walk up Alfie's stone front stoop of his townhouse.

"Good evening sir. Miss." she gives you each a nod as he ushers you inside first with a wide sweeping arm. The lights were darker than they had been at the party, you notice candles and only a light from the doorway where the kitchen was on. You hear the scratch of claws on the hard wood floor as Cyril waddles his way down the hall from Alfie's study.

She takes your coat and the only other thing you hear in the house is the sound of a record player on another level. "I put your bag in the master bedroom, Miss." she says as she takes Alfie coat.

"Thank you." you give her a kind nod, Joseph on his errands had dropped off a bag of your clothes and toiletries while you'd been out with Alfie. You didn't want to be without at his place again so you'd taken precautions this time. You watch Alfie pucker his lips and greet his pet with fondness, a few slaps to the bum, a good scratch behind the ears before Cyril turns to you, expecting the same and you gladly give it.

"Tea is in your room sir." she gives him a nod and a pleasant smile that he reciprocates. "And I am off to see my sister for the night." she concludes after hanging your coats in the closet by the door.

You tilt your head in question but Alfie responds knowingly, "Send her my regards" he says shutting and locking the door behind her.

"She's leaving?" you ask with a questioning expression.

"Wanted it to only be us tonight, love." he says softly, hands moving around your waist.

"Oh." you say with surprise, your lashes batting a bit. "Is it safe to do such a thing?" you ask with high brows.

He chuckles, brushing your hair from your face. "I have men watching the house always, don't worry about a thing." he says with a comforting tone, nodding before he kisses your forehead. "You're safe here, not your job to be bothered with such things when you're here with me, right?" You give him a nod with wide eyes that take in the soft expression on his face as he looks down at you. The expression was saved for only you behind closed doors, even with the vulnerability he'd shown as he kissed you at the club tonight, it still wasn't this charming face that was gazing at you currently.

"Of course, darling." you say with a fast shake of your head in understanding.

"You don't have to worry 'bout a thing tonight, sweetheart. I've got everyfin' covered."

"As always." you smile and give him a small kiss. "If there's no one here why is there music playing?" you ask, your head turning towards the stairs.

"Why don't you go see for yourself?" he says obviously and you turn back to him and tilt your head. You purse your lips at him and hum with interest.

"What are you up to Solomons?" you lilt as you hitch up your dress and walk up the dark, creaking stairs, following the sound to his room. The sound builds as you step onto the landing and your heels thud against the new wood floors, passing the paintings and sconces down the hall to his dark wood door. He pads behind you slowly, fingers undoing the buttons on his vest as he follows. You put your hand on the door and turn your face back toward him.

"Go on." he says with a gruff voice, his hand shooing you forward.

You peak open the door and see the room only lit by the fire and candles. Soft music adding to a romantic atmosphere drifts through the air as your eyes move across the room. A tea set by a rolling cart by the fire that has a tray full of layers of sweets. You bite your lip to control the thouroughly charmed smile that was spreading across your face as you walk into the room slowly, your hand absent mindedly making its way to your chest. A large navy box with a white bow sits on the bed, a vase of lavender sits atop a lingerie chest in a silver vase with a mirror silver tray next to it. The chest of drawers hadn't been there when you'd left, a new addition to the room that made you blush with the suggestion its appearance made. "Alfie?" you whisper out, your mouth slightly agape at the soft and touching display.