Then and Now: Alfie Solomons Fan Fiction - One Shot
@pootle asked Hi! Would you consider writing Alfie with someone a little older - like middle aged? I always think Alfie comes across as older than Tom is, maybe that’s just me! I did think him with Ollie’s mum would be fun! And Ollie’s reaction - not happy but would never say anything?!
WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+, non canon likely
Then and Now
Aflie’s large hands wrapped around the dainty warmth of the china cup. Eyes resting on the pattern that was as familiar to him as his own markings; hidden beneath the heavy shirt and long coat now draped over the back of the kitchen chair. His eyes flickered to follow her movements; settled on the slight thickness of her waist and the practiced skill of her hands as they prepared the dough. She had wore her hair down today in a thick braid that hung almost to her rear; the black interspersed with silvery strands. Moistening his lips, he leaned slightly to his right in order to determine what ingredients she had set upon the counter. When his eyes landed on the jar containing apricot jam, his stomach gave a flip and rumble. She was in a good mood today, perhaps feeling nostalgic, if his favourite was on the menu. Normally most Jewish desserts could be as stale and dry as something that fell behind your bread box and was discovered months later. Her rugelach was anything but that. A moist bite of chocolate, hazelnuts and apricot jam all rolled into a tender cream cheese dough that tempted both his tummy… and trips down memory lane.
Some days they would stand at the counter together. Rolling out dough in quiet companionship. Others, like today, he would sit and drink his tea while she bustled about the cramped space and the conversation flowed. Most of the time, it was only conversation and cuisine that happened in this small house by the river. Its siding fading and grass often overgrown because he kept her son busy with other things. Days like this, when she could not seem to sit still, he knew the restless energy inside of her would spill over into the tiny room down the hallway. A few hours spent easing the tensions and memories they both carried. Lives intersecting. Tragedies unspoken, but held in silent comfort. Today both his tummy and nether regions were fully engaged. It had been awhile, though she was not simply a scratch to his itch. Or, perhaps they were that to one another; from time to time. The thread that pulled between them was long and frayed; knotted with the ghosts of their shared past. A past only she fully knew and Alfie found a freedom in the surrendering the air of mystery about him. Though even when he awoke in the night, sweating within the crisp, scented sheets with their lace edging, and she pulled him close - they never spoke of the dreams that haunted him. It was enough that she knew, and he knew hers and together they waited silently in the dark hours for the mists of the past to dissipate.
Standing on feet already beginning to ache upon the cold tile floor, she could feel the weight of his stare upon her back. Today she had taken care of her appearance, not that she felt a pressing need to impress any longer. Having grown quite at ease with her slightly heavier frame and increasingly wrinkled skin. She felt beautiful today, but knew this edgy tension inside would keep her busy and moving. Having obtained a mature age, nearly twenty more than his own, she no longer felt the need to hide her desire when it flared. And no one had ever quite made it flare like Alfie Solomons. The image of his powerful body moving over her own had run through her mind all morning, and when he stepped his imposing figure through her door, it was all she could do not to lead him directly down the hall. But that had never been their way. A gentler understanding coming together that fulfilled a need, if not a passion. Still, it was a bit shameful, and her cheeks flushed while she filled the pastry. Ripe into middle age as she was, there seemed no point in denying herself now. Two husbands buried; one from the horrors of war, the other the lingering horrors of his own mind that only the blast from his own gun could halt. Alfie knew it all, as she also knew the pains he carried. Another marriage no longer an option, with a grown son who lived with her and took care of most things. That is when Alfie did not keep him away for long, and likely dangerous, hours.
She frowned at the thought of her boy – the one they had both fought to secure a life for – daily navigating the dangerous road of the gangster life. Her head turned over a shoulder to find him quietly contemplating her. His own gaze burning with that little bit of need today. Smiling softly, she felt her own heat travel across the space when he slowly rose from the table. Her hand reached out to grasp his larger ones. Felt the coldness of his rings amidst the warmth. She allowed him to quickly put the finished desserts into the oven, eyes watching the tense lines in his face as he set the timer. Then turning towards the hallway as he held her hand firm in his own; without a word was lead down the hall. There was no one she trusted more than Alfie Solomons.