Choking On Sapphires

Part 92 Love Her Madly (NSFW)

Alfie and Genevieve sign a contract together. Alfie finds a nostalgic turn to the air between them as they negotiate with less than professional means. They whisper about their future together, but it seems others have much louder opinions about it they want to be heard.

Everyone around them noticed the change. The sway to Alfie's stride was a strong strut, masculine as he headed to breakfast every morning. His laugh loud and brash, his threats sharp and cutting, an air of confidence and content reigned in the home and all who lived there felt it.

Genevieve was a soft wave of femininity, hair and face pressed and painted, dresses now modest and structured, not giving away so much of her flesh when she was working. Her strong calves and still scared but bejeweled forearms were the only skin shown besides her face. She was in control, pointed and severe for the world, and happily soft and kind to those she deemed worthy of it. She would hold Alfie's chin to grab his attention. The only soul who dared to do so. His whiskers would bristle as she kissed him and wished him a productive day, saying quietly to him that she loved him. She spoke only loud enough for him to hear, but anyone with the gift of sight could see it between them.

Alfie was softer at home now, finding his way directly to his bride to be every evening. She was still hard outside the bedroom to the gaze of any eyes but his own. But her glimmer was back when they would allow their sighs to escape as they pressed against one another in the sanctuary of their bedroom. He didn't mind the harshness. He rather enjoyed her directness, in fact. Which is why when she showed up to his office for a meeting in an oddly familiar dress, he was more than surprised. It was clear quickly from her body language, there was a shift in her attitude. Her eyes were dark and sultry in a way he hadn't seen in many moons. There was a playful young thing waiting to come out behind a closed door and he was happy to oblige.

"Is this my noon appointment?" Alfie rhetorically asks, eyeing her from tip to tail as she stood outside his office. She was in something he'd only seen her wear once and had never expected to see again. She looked at no one but him as she posed in jewels that shone even in the dim dusty warehouse. A flimsy polka dot dress with her matching accessories, cut at the knee and far tighter around the bust and waist than he recalled. The buttons strained against her breasts and he pretended not to notice.

"Well uh... yes." Ollie answers confused at the way they were looking at one another. "It's Miss Durand."

"I know it is Ollie ya fuckin' knob. Learn to read a room." He points an easily agitated and ink-stained finger his way. "Go read the papers while I work out this contract. Make yourself useful."

"Yes, sir." He shuffled off defeated.

"Don't be too hard on the man, not everyone can speak without conversation as we can." Gen soothes with soft words after Ollie rounds a corner.

"He needs to fuckin' learn." Alfie muttered and turned to enter his office. "Got the contracts drawn up." He announced with a boom of importance, followed with a hum or worrying lips as she shuts the door behind her. The mood set as the door clicks is thick, unchanged in the time that had passed since it's inception. A power struggle of business laced with the nostalgia of sexual tension unexplored.

"Straight to business Mr. Solomons. I appreciate that in a man." She praised as she took her glasses that match his own out of her handbag to place them on her straight nose both gingerly and with a flare of drama. As was her way.

He squinted his eyes, her behaving as if she wasn't being even mildly suspicious. "Yeah..." he groaned out, and drank in any sign of her possible tells. "Here it is... Miss Durand." He tapped a ringed finger to the parchment pushed across his desk. "But you can call me Alfie if ya like." A smile she had seen behind that desk over a year ago awaits her as she meets his confident gaze. Reservation with an undertone of wild possibility sat behind his blue eyes. Same as the first time, she didn't know if she should shoot him or fuck him.