Choking On Sapphires

63 Gimmie All Your Love (NSFW)

There's something different between the two of you, you can both feel it. Something in the air around you as you pet and kiss, the ride back to Paris going by so fast as you'd been lost in each other the entire time. You open the door to your apartment and the crisp but not cold air of the night is moving through the tall rooms from opened windows, the sheer white curtains billowing in the Parisian breeze.

With all of the electricity off in the apartment, tall candelabra's stand in corners, lit and flickering across the space, the warm tones mixing with the cool colors of moonlight through the tall windows, reflecting off the white walls. Debussy plays on a record player, the soft and calming tones of Clair de lune twinkling through the air. Expensive wine and his white rum sit in an ornate ice bucket on the table in the center of the room, a shorter and matching candelabra next to it, fresh flowers billowing out over a crystal vase beside it.

You stand and take in the ambiance, exactly as you'd wanted. You take a deep breath and try to imprint this electricity you felt in the air into your mind. This would surely make for good painting inspiration later. You hear Alfie's footsteps stop behind you.

He narrows his eyes as they wander around the room before landing on you, seeing you let out a heavy sigh. "What's this, love?" he asks, closing the space between you. "What are you doin'?" he asks in a soft but vaguely suspicious way.

You turn swiftly to face him, your face illuminated by the low light of the room as you gesture towards the open windows. "We're in Paris. I thought if I didn't do something romantic it would've been missed opportunity for being dramatic." you give a coy smile.

"Never pass up an opportunity for that, it suits you too well, Genevieve." he grins and a low chuckle rumbles out of him as he looks down at you.

"I'm not good at being romantic but I'm...I'm trying." you say with hopeful eyes, batting up at him.

"You only think you're not good at it because you're so naturally oozing of romance that trying to be romantic is pointless seeing as you already are and it confuses you because you're trying to be something that you already are." he says in a grand, sweeping words, closing the space between you and placing his hand on your lower back, speaking closely to your face.

"That would explain your sweetness then." you coo, a slight wrinkling of your nose up at him.

"Nah, I'm afraid it's only natural where you're concerned sweetheart." he leans into you for a brief kiss. "And only then because you have such a twisted notion as to what constitutes as sweet." he chuckles and brushes his nose against yours to tease you.

You let out a soft laugh, putting your hand to his face to sweep your thumb across the planes of his cheek. "Good for me then, yes? No other woman will ever find you sweet and therefore I get to keep you all to myself." you coo at him, your hand falling slowly from his face, fingers tracing over his beard before you rest it on his chest.

"See, that's romantic innit? But what would romance be from you without the vague underlying tone of a threat." he smiles and kisses you as you both hum and titter at his teasing.

"It would seem as if we're made for each other aren't we?" you whisper, feeling the soft bristle of his beard against your lips as you place a soft kiss the corner of his.

The weight of the statement is purposeful for you and you believe you see it in his eyes that he knows it as well. There is no fear in your stare as your eyes flutter and move over his face. Both your expression soft and unfiltered, he closes his eyes for a moment and hums, a small nod of agreement before opening them again.

"And I do not plan on ever takin' the gift for granted again." his eyes dark as his hand reaches to your face, another soft and gentle kiss. "Noadnu lihiyot yakhad, Chanah. (We were meant to be together, Chanah)."