From Little You Shall Flourish
Chapter 2: Sweet as Beignets
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A/N ~ Things start to get hot and heavy in this chapter. If you don't wanna read smut skip after the second page break. Otherwise enjoy the chapter and thanks for reading. <3
Additional content tags for this specific chapter:
Alcohol Consumption/Borderline Overconsumption ~ Smoking ~ Smut ~ Fingering ~ P in V Sex ~ Dubcon ~ (Small) Blood Consumption ~ Cum Consumption
Guiding you out of the building and offering an arm once outside, Alastor set the pace, a casual stroll. The trees rustled from the light breeze, the sun was sweltering on your skin, little refuge was found along the way. “Are you from the area?” his gaze settled on your face, it seemed like he could guide you without looking ahead.
“Actually, I grew up rather poor, on the outskirts of town, I’m not proud of it, but I can’t change it” You dropped your gaze to your feet. His smile brightened, “Believe it or not, I know exactly what you mean.”
Passing by a bench, you caught a couple of sneers in your direction. There was some grumbling and you gripped Alastor’s arm tighter and tried to coax him into walking faster. His steps did not faulter, and he kept the same pace he had set. Patting your arm, he flashed the biggest smile you’ve seen yet from him, toward the bench. “You know, growing up like this, you get used to the looks… they don’t bother me.” Escorting you down several streets, you finally approached Alastor’s selected location for the venue.
There was a large sign overhead, it was light blue with black writing, ‘Pearl's House'. Hmm I’ve never been here before. Alastor slipped his arm from your grasp and moved it around your waist, hand resting at the small of your back. “In you go,” he held the door ajar, as you entered.
The aroma was welcoming, smooth coffee with hints of caramel, deep fried pastries and the subtle scent of sugar hung in the air. After requesting a table, you were shown to a small round wooden table near the back, away from where everyone else was sitting. “I hope you’ll find this comfortable, Mr. Monette?” Alastor nodded and slipped his hand to the waitress. “Yes, this one is perfect, thank you.”
Pulling the cushioned seat out for you, you sat and adjusted as he pushed it in for you, taking his own seat afterwards. Studying the inside, you noticed they had seated you two practically in a corner by yourselves, He must come here a lot if they know his name like that. Or perhaps they’ve been listening to him recently. I also wonder how many other skirts he brings here.
“You seemed so interested in asking me things back at the station, what, cat has your tongue now?” Alastor was sitting up straight; arms folded neatly on the table. His smile was easy, but not quite reaching his eyes, they were half lidded. “My dear, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten why I’ve brought you here?”
You quickly shook your head and opened your mouth to speak. Before you could, an older, dark taupe skinned woman had hobbled to the table side in between you two. She gave a beaming smile and sat a hand atop of Alastor's. “Welcome in dearies, what can I help you two with, this swell afternoon?” Alastor’s ever permanent smile widened as he turned to the older woman.
“Well hello Pearl, what a delightful surprise.” She squeezed his hand and pulled away from him. “We would like half a dozen beignets, and two coffees, please,” she nodded and looked towards you. “And whom might this doll be? Do I need to say something to sweet Adelaida or does she know?” She gently squeezed your shoulder as she questioned Alastor. “Oh relax you old bird, she’s just a new gal at the station who would not stop bothering me earlier.” He gave a light chuckle and turned back to you “Florence, this is Pearl, she’s a very good friend of my Moman’s, and owner of the cafe.”
You flushed, thinking back to the impression you had left on Alastor, you didn’t think such small talk would have been a big deal. Nodding, you smiled weakly at Pearl, “how do you do Miss Pearl?” Giving a small twinkling laugh while winked at you, “I’m doing much better, seeing Alastor finally has a lady around his arm, a mighty polite and pretty one at that.” Alastor rolled his eyes and let out a grumble of disdain.
You heard her twinkling laugh again as she turned away from you two. “Alright, alright, I’ll go put your order in and be back shortly, let me know when the wedding date is, ya?” and with that she hobbled to the counter up front, yelling something indistinguishable.
Alastor shook his head, dropping it and mumbling something, just as incoherent. He blinked resetting his face to a tight smile, then looked up at you. “Now that she’s gone, we might be able to have an intelligent conversation.”
Ah no, that distraction wasn’t as long as I’d hoped it be. Frowning, you studied the deep grooves in the worn table. This is the first time I’ve been alone with him. This isn’t weird though just two coworkers getting to know each other over some coffee and fluffy beignets, right?
Alastor cleared his throat, “Florence?” Your eyelids fluttered upon hearing your name breaking you out of your thoughts. “Sorry, just making a note of what to have for dinner, since I’m being spoiled with dessert first.” He skeptically looked at you but accepted your answer anyway. “Right, well would you mind if I asked you a couple of questions? Since you seem to be having trouble starting any conversation.” Oh, he’s quite bold. “Not at all, please ask anything you’d like.”
“You said you grew up ‘rather poor’ earlier? What made you take the job at the station, I know that position doesn’t pay a pretty penny, but I do know you’d be able to make more at a place like this.” He gestured around you two, the cafe though small, had every seat taken.
You shook your head. “I’ve always loved music, and hearing the big names… not just yours,” you stifled a laugh, he raised an eyebrow, “just sounded like the bee’s knees to me. Besides it beats looking at food all day that I can’t have.”
“Alright dearies, here we go!” As if on cue, Pearl returned balancing a plate and two coffee mugs. You two were so deep in conversation to have not noticed her approach. “Nice and hot the lot is, do be careful, I’ll be back to refill your mugs when you need it,” saying your thanks as she left, you immediately picked up your mug, your throat suddenly dry. The bitter coffee did little to soothe it.
“What about yourself, didn’t you say you could relate?” You set your mug down and eyed a beignet, knowing better than to pick one up right away. “Yes, this is true, it was a rather hard childhood for me. My Moman, she practically raised me as a single mother.” His eyes scrunched in memory slightly. He picked up a beignet and took a generous bite from it. “My pathetic excuse for a father,” he spat the word, “That guy was a tank. He was always pickled to the gills,” he shook his head. “I won’t ever understand how someone so cruel could hurt someone so benevolent.”
You had finished one yourself and was looking back at the plate between the two of you. “Please, have as many as you’d like, I can always get us some more.” Smiling you heeded his words and picked up another one, indulging between the spongey, fried dough, and the light powdering of sweet sugar atop it.
“So, what made you want to be on the radio anyways,” you thought back to how relaxed he looked, in the booth earlier. You patted your lips with your napkin. “That’s been my lifelong dream of course,” his eyes brightened up at the thought of radio. This guy sure gets his rocks off at any thought of radio, doesn’t he?
You must have made a weird face because he laughed. “It’s quite corny and cliché I know, but the first time Moman had brought a radio home, it lit up my world. I had never heard anything like it in my life. Being able to broadcast one’s voice all over the city, especially out where we were. That’s incredible to think about. We received news, music, and entertainment with those radio shows!”
He had finished his current beignet and reached for yet one more. “You know, I’m not too fond of sweet things myself,” he took a bite of the beignet and glared at it. “I’m not so sure that’s true, you seem rather into those,” you mused to him.
“Why yes, they do remind me of my Moman, so I am rather partial to them.” He looked to the table and tilted his head his smile now pulled together and tightening. You straightened in the chair, with the way his tone was, something bad must have happened to her. “She would bring me here anytime she had a couple of berries to spare, I always told her when I grew up, I’d bring her here every week. And I’ve kept that promise.” His smile fell a little his eyes zoning out for a couple of seconds. When he refocused, he looked at the now empty plate. He finished the last of his beignet, and brushed his hands on the soft linen cloth, attempting to rid his fingers of the powdered sugar. You nodded your head, a little relaxed hearing she’s fine.
You folded your hands on the table and looked down at them. “You know, I haven’t felt this jovial in a while, why don’t we head to a juice joint tonight? You can go home and get your glad rags on, and I’ll tell you the location to meet at?” He set some money on top of the table and stood up. You looked up and blinked. “You haven't spent too much time with me already?” You questioned in disbelief. He just chuckled and shook his head, “I'm afraid it's quite the opposite, you have turned out rather entertaining to me.” And with that, he told you a specific location to meet him at 11PM later that night.
After getting all gussied with makeup, you slipped into your newest dress still a few years old, but it should do. It was a pale-yellow chiffon dress cut to the just below the knee, there was black ruffles starting at your thighs and dipping down, with a black ribbon tied into a bow creating a deep v-line. You also had a black belt to accentuate your waistline.
You sprayed your fanciest scented perfume on yourself, a luscious combination of sweet vanilla and toasted almonds. You fussed with your hair fixing it to sit just right, curls bordering your face. You slipped into a pair of black heels, affixed a pair of pearl earrings and necklace, and scurried out of your apartment.
Locking up behind you, you set off with a heavy thumping in your chest. I’m still not sure why he'd want to spend more time with me, how can I refuse him though, he's been nothing less than gentlemanly with me.
You found the location with little difficulty, a rundown building façade. You scanned the area looking for Alastor, but he hadn’t arrived yet it seemed. You huffed and pulled out your cigarette box. Selecting a cigarette, you put it to your lips and lit it. Stuffing the box away, you closed your eyes and took a long draw off of the stick. It seemed like you haven't had a second to yourself since you started this job.
After finishing your vice, a door popped open, Alastor's head peaked out. “There you are cher, I was starting to wonder if you were going to end up a flat tire on me.” You rolled your eyes and followed him into the building. "Perhaps if you were actually where you said you'd be we could have gone in together," He led you into the small place, just big enough for a dance area and a three–piece band. Sidling up to the bar stools, Alastor waved the barkeep over towards you.
"What can I get you two this fine evening?" The keep was a tall man, balding, but with an impeccable moustache. "Yes indeedy, one rye neat, and whatever the lady here fancies." Alastor looked towards you curious as to what you will order. You nod, "one Bee’s Knees, please."
The keep shuffled off to produce the requested drinks; Alastor slid a bill across the table and gave him a wink. “Is this another place you frequent then?” You took a long sip of the alcohol and turned towards him. Alastor hummed as he sipped on his rye. “Actually, a good friend of mine owns this place, so it’s the only establishment I visit when I need to wet my whistle,” he snickered and gave a wide, easy smile.
Enjoying Alastor’s company you started losing track of time. Plenty of conversation flowed between you two. Eventually, he enticed you into dancing with him. You were starting to become clumsy after your third drink, but he held onto you and spun you around the dance floor. "That's alright cher hold on tight, okay?" You nodded and wrapped an arm around his neck the other looped around his back. You looked up at him, smiling like a fool, he leaned down and kissed you gently.
You jolted in his arms, not expecting that from him. After a couple of seconds of your heart slamming in your chest you moved back towards him, leaning in for another. He kissed you again and quickly deepened it, you could taste the bitter remnants of rye on his tongue. You closed your eyes, your heart racing a million miles a minute.
This is wrong, what if someone finds out from the station, I'd lose my job and I hadn't even been there a week. If this is wrong... I don't wanna be right. Your cheeks became hot; you pulled away from him once again. "Alastor, I don't think... not here anyways." He glowed at you but backed away. "Alright then, how about a couple more drinks, cher?"
Alternating between dances and plenty of drinks, the room was starting to spin. He had pulled you close; arms wrapped around you like a vine. He leaned down to your ear, his sensual, smooth voice the only thing you could focus on now. “Well now cher, let’s get you home. We still have to work tomorrow, and I’d rather not have to explain why you couldn’t make it back in.” You swallowed hard, your heart hammering against your ribs.
You stumbled your way back to the table where you had left your clutch, getting ready to leave. Fumbling around inside, your keys were nowhere to be found. That’s strange I could have sworn they were in here. Perhaps I left them somewhere. A small giggle bubbled out of your chest. “Silly me, it seems I’ve left my keys somewhere!” Your voice was loud from your inebriation. Pulling you out of the speakeasy, Alastor helped you retrace your steps.
You stumbled through the doorway, looking around trying to remember what you had come here for. “Cher, your keys,” Alastor was behind you, he had been guiding you back to the radio station, in your state of inebriation. A slight, dopey smile formed on your lips, “right, I had forgotten my keys somewhere.”
You bumbled to the other side of the room. Almost tripping over your feet, twice. As the desk got closer, your arms shot out to grasp it and steady yourself. A giggle welled up in your chest. You couldn't help but laugh at the twisting sight around the room. This room seems to be spinning more now than when we were at that juice joint!
Alastor's dark eyes followed you as you trekked across the room. His own lips peeling back too, revealing his full set of white teeth. His eyes were blown and his brows lowered as he took a step toward you. “My, what a predicament you seem to be in.” Hearing his ominous words made you stop fumbling around at the desk. “Whatever do you mean by that?” You half turned towards him. You felt a hand grip your neck suddenly, keeping your head forward towards the desk. Your breathing hitched as you tried to squirm out from his grasp.
“Relax cher, I would never do anything to hurt you,” you felt his other hand settle on your shoulder. You fluttered your eyelids at the sensation. “Alastor my… keys,” your breath left your lungs, as you felt his hot breath ghosting over your exposed neck.
“That is such a shame, isn’t it?” His hand trailed down your side from your shoulder, it stopped on your hip, the other still tight around your neck. “Let’s see if I can help you find them, yes?” He placed a kiss on your shoulder blade. He finally released your neck; he leaned down to bunch the bottom of your dress in his hands. He straightened and pulled your dress over your ass, exposing the lacy panties you were wearing. His lips turned into a sneer, “these aren’t everyday panties, hmm?” One hand caressed your ass.
A bright blush began to form on your cheeks as you slowly realized what was happening, “Alastor, you… my…” your words stopped forming at the new sensation he was creating. “Hush now cher, it seems as if you were expecting something.” He took one hand and gave your ass a quick, firm swat. Watching as the area turned bright red, Alastor hummed in approval.
You jolted at the sensation, a yelp slipping through your lips. You flexed instinctively relaxing after the sting had passed. You tried to turn around again but Alastor wasn’t having it. He bent you over the desk his arm digging into your back and wiggled two fingers into the waistband of your panties. With a gentle tug they slipped down your legs. The cold air assaulted your aroused cunt, making you shiver from the newly shed layer. You whimpered awaiting what Alastor would do next.
He leaned down, his lips finding the shell of your ear. He gently placed a kiss right behind it then whispered, “Cher, I think I found them.” He ran two fingers over your wet pussy, slowly from your clit all the way to your slit. This making you once again shiver. He slid them over you again, this time rubbing your slit once and dipping a finger in. “Come on cher, let me look,” his voice low and smooth. His foot connected with yours and he splayed your legs apart. You clenched at his finger, becoming more vulnerable from the wide stance. He pumped his finger slowly in you a couple of times.
A soft moan escaped your lips; he added a second finger and spread you open. After a few seconds with the additional finger, he pulled out of you. You whimpered again, this time from the loss of his touch. He lapped at your essence on his fingers, until it was gone. You heard his belt buckle clinking before hearing it hit the ground with a soft thud. “Your pretty mouth makes such musical noises, you know that cher? Perhaps we should record them sometime. My own personal symphony, hmm?” “Please Alastor,” you begged, for what, you're not sure. You tried trying to turn your head towards him once again.
“Mmm, yes just like that cher,” his mouth found your neck and he licked up it. “And you taste just as sweet as those beignets earlier, I wonder what else would taste as sweet,” he traveled down your shoulder stopping in the middle. He bit down hard; at the same time, he forced himself inside your tight cunt. You screamed out, was it pain, was it pleasure? You’re not quite sure, but God did it all feel divine.
He pushed all the way in, surprisingly giving you a couple of seconds to adjust to his size. Tears welled up in your eyes, then fell as he pulled back and rammed into you. “Florence, you’re so beautiful, especially when you take all of my like this.” He huffed, unable to catch his breath. He set a punishing pace, his hand finding purchase on your neck again, smushing your face against the desk.
Moaning underneath him, you couldn’t make a single coherent thought, between the liquor and feeling him in you. The burning sensation of him splitting you almost in two, it was almost too much, you felt full. The tears spilled forward dropping onto the desk. “A…Alastor,” you breathed trying to move more into the desk for him. He continued pounding your slick pussy, your arousal dripping down his balls. “Just a little more, I’m almost there cher.” His words came out strangled.
With three more deep pumps, Alastor tensed behind you, taking a sharp inhale of breath. His release covering your womb, hot ropes filling you up. He stood there not moving for a couple of minutes, trying to catch his breath. You started squirming under him again. He went soft and pulled out of you, his hot spend trailing along your thigh, behind him. He stood and put himself away adjusting his pants back into place.
You turned around on the table and blinked at him. Did… did that just happen… at our place of employment? You couldn’t help but frown at him. Was that his intention all along? You never asked for this to happen. He looked up to you after grounding himself. “Oh, where are my manners, you should have came first, it’s only polite.” he stepped forward, towards you again and leaned into you.
Your shoulder had been long forgotten; he licked some of the blood off of it. “Yeah, just as sweet as earlier, cher” he slid his hands down your sides and onto your thighs. “Come on, lean back and enjoy it,” he leaned you back on the desk and pushed your legs apart. “Absolutely beautiful,” he gently kissed each thigh and moved towards your hot core. You were still slick between your arousal and his release.
He stuck two fingers back inside of you slowly. He kissed the top of your pelvic bone before his tongue grazed your clit. He flipped his hand and formed a come-hither motion looking for that spongey spot inside of you, him finding it made you see stars. You screwed your eyes shut and quivered around his fingers. Your heart pounding in your ears now, he flattened his tongue and slowly drug it up against your clit.
“Mmmph,” your hands clenched at air as he sped his hand up. He other arm moving to wrap your leg around his shoulder, trying to pull you closer to him. He flicked his tongue at your clit assaulting it from every direction. “I can feel you getting close,” his hot breath against your sex, “I’m going to swallow everything you give me.” He was right, the coil in your stomach was tightly wound, on the brink of ecstasy.
He sucked on your clit then pulled his hand away traveling down to your slit. He tongue fucked you over the edge. You felt tingles from head to toe as he lapped you up, just like he said he would. He kept on through your orgasm. You convulsed around him violently, as you came down from your high. I would do anything to keep this man happy. Actually, I would do anything just to feel this again.
He set your pulsating legs down on the desk and wiped his face with the back of his hand. Pulling out and lighting a cigarette, he gave you some time to recover. You took your time settling back into your body, before you could move. He had helped you up and adjusted your dress and you slipped your panties back into place. He pulled some keys out of his pocket. “Oh, look at that, they were safe with me this whole time,” he grinned devilishly. It was your turn to glare at him. "I'm glad they were found after this little... excursion."
You grabbed them from his hand and set off with him through the humid nighttime back to your apartment. Getting you home safe, he took your hand and kissed it gently. “I shall see you in the morning, get some well-deserved beauty sleep.” He took a step back and set off to his home. Despite the trick he played on you your heart still fluttered at the thoughts of what happened just a little bit ago. You unlocked your apartment and crawled into the spinning bed to pass out.
A/N #2 Here are some 1920's term and phrase definitions if you don't know them
Skirt - A girl, woman, attractive female
Bird - Broad term for a man or woman, sometimes indicating "unusual" behavior
Gal - Woman assistant, secretary; female factotum
Moman - (This one is more Creole than 1920's) Mother
Tank - Heavy drinker
Pickled to the gills - drunk
Berries - Great or in this case money
Juice joint - Speakeasy; illegal bar
Glad rags - Fancy clothes to go to a party in
Flat tire - A dud
