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Choking On Sapphires 29
Title & Song:  I’m Shakin’
Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)
Word Count: 4100+
Summary: And old friend of Genevieve’s comes to visit. Alfie find himself a victim of his own karma. 
Warnings/Tags: Language. Sexually suggestive dialog. 
A/N: Every chapter of this story will have a song to work as the title and as a soundtrack. Chapter song is I’m Shakin’ by Jack White. 
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My Masterlist. (Includes Parts 1-28)
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He hears you squealing, he believes it to be a happy squeal as he's started to learn to translate your loud vocal expressions at this point. As it is a Saturday, and just after sunrise, he does not rush as he moves the cover back over his typewriter.
You are currently holding a slender man's face in both your hands and covering him in noisy kisses as he indulges your affectionate notions with a reluctantly happy expression. 
He's barely taller than you, his hair accounting for part of that height as it is coiffed and styled in a shiny arrangement as per the current trend. He has very dark hair and eyes, similar to yours.
"Your glasses are just darling on you Fred!" you say, touching the dark tortoiseshell squared frames before retreating your hands.  He nods to the glasses in your hair.
"Look like you have them now too. We're getting fucking old Genevieve." he says with a grin.
"Don't get me started Freddie." you groan with a smile, shaking your head.
"Looks like you've gone and gotten rather plump on me Genevieve." he says smacking the side of one of your breasts with a snort of laughter.
"And what of it ya cow?" you say grabbing his face with both hands, squeezing his cheeks. You both start laughing at each other.
"I might've missed you a bit, you harlot." he says with a warmer smile after you release his face and wrap your arms around his neck again.
"I missed you, you twat." you purr contently, giving him a final squeeze as you hear Alfie clear his throat. "Speaking of..." you whisper as you pull away before introducing your boys to each other.
"Freddie meet Alfie Solomons." you declare, walking towards Alfie as if he were a show pony, hand extended and showing him off with a smile.
Freddie approaches Alfie with an intrigued look on his face, not predatory, merely observant. He reaches his hand out to Alfie who takes it in both of his enthusiastically, "I've heard much about you Freddie. Gen's been proper excited about you comin' in, she has. Ain't ya luv?" he says, nodding his head at you. You smile at his welcoming demeanor, feeling charmed yourself, knowing Freddie was enjoying being the target of it.
"I've heard about you as well." he almost gives away too much of your giggled phone conversations about the man in front of him as he shoots his eyes over to you.  "I figured I'd learn more after this dress fitting today though." he says with a calm confidence, measuring up Alfie.
"Ah. Well, I won't keep ya from ya gossip then. I know Gen's excited about that dress." he says with a nod, moving over to you. "Ya gonna be at tea, luv? Or should I let the girls know ya takin' it in yer room?" he asks, his eyes warm and easy going under his strong brow. You're taken aback by the gesture, a strange lump in your throat appears suddenly. His arm around your back, the caring feeling of the question, oddly touched you out of the blue. The realization that he was considering you and your needs to the point of wondering ahead of time about your meals made you blink slowly at him. He shoots you a very subtle look of questioning.
"We'll be at tea." you say quietly, looking at his lips a second too long. "Viktor is making one of Freddie's favorites since we won't be in for dinner." you continue to speak softly, that Freddie can't even hear you, as his face leans closer still to yours. Alfie smiles down at you, not knowing where this bashful girl had come from.
"Ya goin' out tonight?" he asks in a soft tone that matched your own, not wanting to startle you further as your back straightens under the movement of his fingers against your back.
"Yes...maybe go to the opera or something. I planned on winging it." you admit with a huff of a laugh, a half smile managed beneath your wide eyes.
"Well I'll see you two at tea, won't I?" he asks his hand moving from your back to your shoulder for a small squeeze.
You nod and as pulls away, the same strange smirk on his face at you. You realize at that moment that there hadn't ever been a man to care about such things for you in your life since you were a child, and then it was only one relative by blood. There certainly hadn't been any that had slept with you that would care about such a thing. This heavy hit knocked you a bit off balance noticeably. Freddie sees the presence behind your eyes leave as he knows something has just occurred to you, as your eyes drift about, unfocused.
Alfie has left politely and Freddie knowingly takes your arm and leads you to your room. "I'd act like that if he looked at me like that too sweetheart, god damn," he says with a full amused and smug look on his face. "Not to insult your work Gen but that sketch you sent me of him does not do that big, charming Jewish ginger snap justice." he says with a laugh, snapping you out of your invasive thoughts as you nodded in agreement with the statement. ----- You're back to normal, wagging your chin loudly at Freddie, catching up and bitching.
"Just in time Alfie! I'm just about to fit her tits for this dress." he says in a laugh, tape measure in hand, pin cushion attached to his wrist.
"Oh well, I- Uh-" he says not coming around the corner.
"Don't play shy Alfie, we can trust Freddie." you say comfortingly. You figure he was trying to play low key on the sexual nature of your usual banter until he had a clear signal it was okay to be cheeky around this man he didn't know.
"Nothin' we ain't seen before, eh?" he says with that charming smile, directed at you as he walks his powerful and paced walk you thought was very becoming. Especially when he looked so broad in his soft white shirt. His hands in his pockets, wide shoulders swaggering towards you.
"There he is!" you say cheerfully. "I told you he's a cheeky boy just like you." you say, your face moving to Freddie.
"Best kind of boy." he says, mumbling in focus with a needle in his mouth.
"This the dress ya wearin'?" he asks, having the nerve to actually walk a slow circle around the pedestal you stood upon while Freddie fitted the dress.
"It's not finished yet but yes." you say, finding it hard to show off the beautiful gold floral lace that swelled out of your lower half in a classic ball gown silhouette.
"There will be more layers and beading when it's finished," he mumbles, fluffing the skirt with a frown. "We'll have a sheer bit across the upper arms, the middle of the chest here," he speaks informatively and casually. "And course it'll have all the beading and stones all across the bodice here as well. Have to be the shiniest thing in the room all the time, don't you?" he says with a warmer tone. "But you'll look like a golden ray of sunlight come to life once I'm done with you." he says excitedly.
"Even like this it ain't bad, yeah?" he says with an honest shrug.
"It's not but it's not up to level of obnoxiousness I need for my birthday." you say with a grin. "I have to have something big enough to match the grandeur of the ruby tiara."
"A fuckin' tiara?" he says with a low chuckle. "Oh Gen.  What we gonna do with a princess like you, eh?"
"Empress actually." he looks at you with a friendly but confused look. "The jewels and tiara mimic those of Empress Josephine's." you say with a devastatingly charming smile.
"The Empress- Yeah of fuckin' course." he says with a shake of his head.
"I always wear a tiara on my birthday Alfie. It's the only day I have the excuse to!" you say exasperatedly. "I have this grand party to celebrate and if I," you place your hand to your chest. "...can't show that I'm worth celebrating than the party would certainly be dull wouldn't it? It's about living your fucking life and all that."
"It's about you getting absolutely pissed out of your fucking mind and waking up in some peculiar way that will lend itself to the community gossip for days after the fact." he says with his usual welcome pushy tone.
Your smile full of guilt you shrug at Alfie who is watching you with interest. "He's not wrong." you admit with a cheeky little smile, your chin pushing into your chest as you roll your eyes at yourself. "Why don't you get fitted for a suit Alfie?" you suggest, a mischievous look in your eyes as they move up and down his body.
"Well I didn't plan on it." he says with a shrug.
"Freddie is a wizard and will make it fit you like a dream. If you were one for loud colors I'd suggest a gold metallic suit to match my dress." you say with a high pitched laugh. He bites his lip for a moment at your laid-back silliness, finding your charm hiding in the most unlikely of places.
"You couldn't get me in no matching, cutesy-pie shit like 'at even ya's my wife, mate." he says with a  slow-growing smile to accompany the chuckle.
"Well lucky for you she was kidding." Freddie smirks, pinching your sides.
"Yeah I'm not a fan of anyone wearing anything that looks like what I'm wearing, am I?" you raise your eyebrow and tilt your head. "But you would look so smashing in something taupe. Don't you think Freddie? Oh, or a nice blue-grey. Bring out those lovely eyes?" you say with a supportive, genuine grin while your forearms rest atop your head while Freddie fusses with your bodice.
"Those eyes are just begging for some color in that wardrobe. They're gorgeous, Alfie." he says motioning with his hand as if he's dismissing any objection. He turns his face to meet Alfie. "That's beyond me hitting on you, you heard the lady say it as well, just a fact." he nods, going back to his work.
"Well fanks for 'at mate." he says with a pleasant closed mouth smile. Oh, he was adorable when he was pleased with himself.
"I'd kill to see you in a dark purple." you pout.
"I like my neutrals now, luv. I prefer me flash from jewels." he says grinning, wiggling his decorated hands in the flattering light of the room.
"Like this one's style." Freddie says with a distracted polite expression, quiet as his back is turned to the man.
"I prefer to be decadent and do both."
"There's a thin line between that and gaudy, darling." he and Alfie both share a chuckle at your expense.
"I'll have you know Mr. Solomons is a fan of my taste in jewels." you say in defense of yourself.
"'At's true." he nods, backing you up.
"Well, I suppose you just keep minding that line then," Freddie says with a shake of his head. He sighs and stretches his back as he stands up straight. "I've almost got ya baps strapped in so if we're having tea you might want to send word." he says removing the pin cushion from his wrist.
You move your face in the direction of Alfie who already has his back to you. He holds his hand up in the air as he saunters away as if he knew you'd be looking to him.
"Got it." he gruffs out, disappearing out of the room. ----------------------------------------------------- You've called out his name in that lovely lilt it takes on when you're in a good mood. He's padding through the hallway, slippers on, glasses jingling around his neck to meet the source of the sound.
"There you are!" you say, your fingers smoothing out the silk of your dress. His eyelashes flutter as he see's you in something that must be new as he's seen no other woman dressing like that this London.  "I wanted to show off a bit before I left." you admit with a coy shrug and a soft laugh. "Freddie brought it in, fresh from Paris. You can still smell a bit of perfume from the shop on her." you say with that romantic tone to your voice.
He's never seen you in pink before. Your look is soft and light and not what he's used to. Your hair bounces in tight curls, lips a light pink blush like that of your dress. He gets close enough to reach out and feel the softness of the fabric resting snugly against your body. The dress was cut for your curves, hitting the ground in one long line, his fingers feeling the low back as his arm made its way across the small of your back.
He leans his nose in close to your ear, and agonizingly slowly. He can see your eyes darting in question as he leans in. He takes a deep breath, nose placed against the strap of your dress on your shoulder. "Mmmm. I 'ont know if its the dress or not but you smell lovely." he says quietly, looking about like getting caught touching in your own house was a danger.
"Thank you, I used new oils in my bath Freddie brought as well." you say, moving your hair off your shoulder. You keep your voice calm and soft, your body humming from the powerful stance he was currently holding you in. You were amused by the level of affection he was showing outside of a locked room. You hadn't known how he'd start acting after you'd started sleeping together, but tonight you were seeing some grade A, prime charming Solomons on display just for you and it made the girl in you blush while the woman you were remained smiling with watchful eyes.
"Never seen you in pink before," he says in a more casual tone, reaching for your hand and making your spin for him. You stop and watch his face as his eyes move over your body. You'd forgotten what it was like to welcome or enjoy a man looking at you in such a way. He meets your eyes, placing your hand that he had held for your spin onto his back as he moves his arm around you. "You always wear such dark colors," he pauses, a thoughtful look plays across his face. " But tonight you look like the sexiest candy floss I've ever seen." he has a hint of teasing as usual in his voice and you smile at his words, his eyes watching your lips as they laughed and spoke. "But candy floss starts to disappear when it gets wet, doesn't it?" he says with a sly smile, you return the glance at his cheeky words. "And I know you don't do that." his rumbling chuckle makes goosebumps run across your skin. If he didn't kill you with violence it was going to be from dehydration wasn't it?
"But I do melt when you put your mouth on me just the same." you say saucily but without selling it too heavily in your expression.
"Mmm. Am I gonna get the chance to make you melt tonight, luv?" he asks with a snicker in his voice, leaning in close to your face, eyes watching your lips as you were starting to wish he'd just kiss you already.
"Hmmm." you answer with pursed lips. "Ask me after I get home. Depends on how late we're out and how much I drink," you say less seductively but with informative tone. "I don't know what he's going to feel up to so I'm not going to make any promises I can't keep," you say with a charming smile, tilting your head up at him. "Not a sexy answer but a practical one." you offer with a shrug.
"Who says practical can't be sexy?" he says with a low laugh, his shoulders moving with it as he kisses your cheek. "This dress certainly is though." he hums, raising his eyebrows at you, hand reaching down your back to your ass.
"Get your paws off her, Solomons, you're going to wrinkle that dress and it's African silk." Freddie says with a bossy but light tone as he walks into the room.
Alfie grins and steals a quick kiss when Freddie isn't looking, letting you go. "Well I wouldn't want to take part in that atrocity." he says with a low chuckle, hand moving to rub the back of his neck, stepping back and giving you a boyishly charming smile as if you'd gotten caught snogging in a storage closet. -- He's in his room, yawning as he rubs his eyes over an old book. He hears cackles from the lobby, he waits as he hears steps come down the hall in his direction. You were back far earlier than he anticipated.
"Bonjour Alfie!" you chirp, your hip swinging as you make your way into the room. "We ate and drank and it looked like rain and I'm not letting mother nature ruin this dress. But then I became tired because I ate too much pasta and we came home," you say with a pout that isn't reading as genuinely sad. "We're going to have a little chin wag in the study and you're welcome to join, or not." you move your hands back and forth, "Either way is fine. We are not sober, and will be continuing down that path if you would like to join us on that journey as well," you say happily, your hands clapping together with your loose body language, moving as you spoke by his door. "We will be loud so if we bother you to the point of annoyance, let me know, but please don't yell at me though because when I'm drunk and men yell at me it doesn't end well." you say with a heavy nod of your head.
"I'm not gonna yell at ya for enjoyin' yerself in yer house. Go on, have ya fun babes. I'll be here." he says nodding and shooing you with his hand. You spin and turn out of his room, trotting back down the hall to land on the couch with a bounce as Freddie poured more wine. -- "You've got Chanel getting all the credit in Paris, dressing women like men while Lanvin, not only a designer but multi-talented, takes a back seat." he hears Freddie bark.
"If you're trying to tell me of how the public favors a young beauty over a well developed aged mind, I'm afraid you are enlightening me in no way."  Alfie hears you chuckle out. He's eavesdropping again. Shooting a wink at Aggie as she catches him. She'd never tell on him.
"I know that, I'm not daft. Just unfair to the spirit of creativity and talent." he says with a wave.
"If I'm wearing a Chanel dress, I'll still have more Lanvin on my body," you say with a flourish of your hand. "Although I use more makeup and perfume by the latter, I still believe I've given more money to Chanel." you roll your eyes. "But better to give Lanvin my money over Patou, I suppose." you shrug.
Freddie laughs into his glass. "Not a fan of ready-to-wear?" he smirks.
"You know I'm not." you return the glance with a shake of your head.
"Nor of tennis?" he laughs.
"You know I prefer other sport." you giggle. "How are my old freinds fairing? How is Madeline doing? She always knew how to fit a woman's body. Oh! What about Elsa? Her and Dali still playing off each other?" you ask with inquisitive eyes.
"They've both built quite the name for themselves. They both have their own houses now, you know." he says, with raised eyebrows.
"I did not." you say impressed. "Good to see the girls doing well though. I'll need to visit soon. I was always very fond of Vionett personally. But you know I'll always roll on my back for a good Grecian reference though won't I?" you giggle into the glass of wine.
"Speaking of the Greeks, why isn't your Zeus joining us?" he snorts, cheeky look on his face while not meeting your eyes.
"Oh, I feel him more of a...Dionysus." you declare with a broad grin. "I extended the invitation but he didn't come, so...." you shrug and take another sip.
"Well, we've got all the pink wine tonight honey. If getting this pink into you does not get him into yours then I'm afraid there's no hope." he says with a smile and shake of his head.
"Pink wine does make me a bit of a harlot." you say with a snorting laugh. "I don't think getting him in will be a problem." you say with amused pursed lips.
"And what was it like to fall off the wagon and right onto a cock?" he says, making himself laugh.
"Much better ride than the wagon, I'll tell ya that, Fred." you belly laugh.
"He's a broad man isn't he? This reflected elsewhere?" he implores with a naughty grin.
He hears you snort into your glass. "Yes, so is his religion," you whisper, tongue between your teeth as you silently laugh. "It's like going so long without it has made it feel different now or something. I mean he's...well, you know how I like 'em." you say with a shrug. "He's like that." you say with raised eyebrows.
"Yeah you little masochist." he chuckles.
"Eh, ya know me." you say with a giggle. "It's not just the breadth, the..." you make a hand motion to gesture the excellence of him, "It's this curve he's got." you say quietly, biting your thumb.
Alfie wets his lips and holds in a laugh as he has the dumbest grin on his face from hearing your praise.
"Ah yes. Still on the hunt for that elusive female ejaculation, I see." you snort into your glass.
"Not what I meant but he does fit me nice and snug I confess. My eyes almost didn't uncross after I got off from riding him, I swear." you fan yourself with your hand.
"It the wine or the man causing ya to flush?" he kids, prodding your shoulder with his foot as it hung off the arm of the chair he was relaxed back into.
"Both. Exacerbating one another." you laugh.
"Since I won't be sleeping with the man, any other dirty details you want to spill while I'm here? I know Claire doesn't like to talk about such things. Might as well get it out of your system."
"I'm not sure what's left to tell."
"Well what's different? You said it was different now. I said we were getting old but we aren't that old." he smirks.
"I don't know if it's age, the abstinence or just him." you shrug with a wiggle of your eyebrows. "Being as skilled and fun as he is, there's something else that's..." you sigh and frown slightly.
"You aren't known for your lack of words." Freddie says with a smile.
"No, but when you've done what I have and you find yourself experiencing something that you aren't used to it can be a bit confusing." you elaborate, moving your hands. "Maybe it's the intensity he brings. He's got that magnetism." your eyes narrow in pleasant thought of the man.
"Certainly, I noticed. Confidence, power, that boldness you're so fond of." he adds to your description.
"Yes he's very charming." you say quietly, looking into your glass.
"You are used to being the charming one." he says with a smirk, tilting his head at you.
You scoff out a laugh, "Two charming people can coexist." you say in defense of yourself.
"Yes, especially when one likes the other more." he says with pursed lips.
"What? I'm quite fond of the man but-" you start to retort with a wrinkled nose.
"I wasn't talking about you, dear." his tone reflects the expression he has so Alfie doesn't even have to see it to know what it looks like; eyes raised to yours with a lowered brow with insinuation.
Alfies back stiffens, his eyes shoot to one side, feeling paranoid by the accusation. He steps back, your reply muffled now from his ears. He lets out a heavy sigh, hands on his hips as he bites his lip and takes a few steps back, looking at the ornately decorated door.  He supposes he deserved to hear the gut fluttering statement since he was eavesdropping.But now he’s left with more questions than answers, the opposite of the expected outcome, with the questions being all for himself. 
Pt 30: Teenage Kicks (NSFW)
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