May 15, 1890
Alois' baby blue eyes skimmed over the two symbols.
'+1'
Alois never really took had a +1 to take anywhere, he just went by himself- Claude accompanying him of course. But he was a 15-year-old man! He should be able to take a +1 if he wanted to. Alois paused, blinking. Man?
'When did I become a man?' He asked himself. "Am I even a man?" He said aloud.
"You became a man when you inherited what was rightfully yours, after you fathered a child." Came Hannah's soft voice, calling his attention. Alois looked up in surprise. Hannah was sitting in the rocking chair by the window in one of her fancy dresses, her hair pinned up.
"Did I say that aloud?" Alois asked himself quietly. "I said that aloud." He concluded, sitting up straight and pulling his light plum jacket around his lithe frame. He was so deep in thought he forgot all about Hannah, that she was in the room.
Hannah.
What was Hannah to him? She was his lady, right? After all, if she wasn't his lady she wouldn't support him, sleep in his bed, give him kisses and hugs when he needed them, let him have her body in any way he wanted. Hannah was his lady.
Alois licked his thin lips, looking over at Hannah. She sat pretty and patient, her sapphires curiously trained on him. The book was she was reading had been discarded, for her interest was on him now. Alois picked up the Ball invitation. "So," He began, trying to gather courage. "Madame Angelina Dallas is having a costume ball and I don't want to go alone." Alois offered her a smile. "Don't say no, because then I'll look like a fool for nothing."
Hannah's sapphires widened a little as he spoke. Her? Did he want to take her? Hannah Annafellows? Out? To a public gathering? As his date? His lady? Hannah couldn't believe her ears. She thickly swallowed and nodded her head. "I'd be happy to accompany you," She said, her tone fruity and gracious.
Alois' smile widened. He let out a breath. Then he threw his head back and laughed, hand on his stomach. Hannah arched her eyebrow and tilted her head. "Jim?" She asked, her voice now soft.
Alois waved his hand. "No, no It's just that I thought you would say no," He said after his laughter had died down.
"I'd never tell you no," Hannah softly stated, placing a hand on her chest.
Alois cheeks grew a bit hot. He cleared his throat and crossed his legs, leaning back in his chair. "What's our theme?" he asked.
Hannah felt butterflies in her tummy. He said 'Our' and 'Theme'. 'Our Theme'. Did that mean the were going match? Only couples matched, right? Were they a couple? Hannah's posture straightened a bit as the realization hit her. He was her gentleman, her beau, her snuggly wuggly Jim!
Hannah felt as if she could do anything, she felt wonderful. "I was once Queen Nefertiti's confidant," Hannah said. "I do actually like Kemet's culture, Or Egypt as you refer to it."
Alois arched his eyebrow. "That was over 500 years ago, Hannah."
Hannah awkwardly looked away, her cheeks getting hot. She was thankful she had dark skin at the moment, blushing was overrated. 'Am I that old?' she asked herself. 'Time flies,' she concluded.
"Yes, I know but I like her style. And since you asked, I think I should be Nefertiti and since Victorian society prohibits too much skin you can be the roman general, Mark Antony." Hannah stated in a calm, collected tone.
Alois threw his hands up. "I didn't learn any of this in history class!" He exclaimed. "What happened to Dracula?"
Hannah giggled, bringing her hand up to her mouth. "I'm not basic," She said politely. "I don't like man who is basic either,"
Alois let out a breath. "Right, so Mark Atony?"
...
It was around midday when Claude had brought lunch up to the study. It wasn't anything special, just pasta and garlic bread with a yogurt parfait for desert. Hannah preferred water and Alois preferred wine.
As Hannah quietly ate her yogurt parfait, Alois sloshed his wine around in his wine glass. He was lazily lounging in one of the chairs in his office. All of a sudden Alois said, "Hannah, do you suck cock?"
To which Hannah shot back, "Do you eat pussy?"
"Maybe," Alois answered.
"Then you have your answer," Hannah concluded.
"No, but really. Would you?" Alois asked, leading the conversation on.
"Don't you normally jack off when you're horny? What makes you think I'm gonna put my mouth on your cock?" Hannah set him with a mildly annoyed look.
Alois didn't think when he replied, he didn't even consider how his words might hurt. "Because you're a demon and you're foreign. From the great dark continent." He said casually.
Hannah's hands fell down, dropping her parfait and her spoon. "Are you calling me..." She trailed off, looking down in confusion. "A savage?" Her voice was a mere whisper, but Alois managed to hear it.
Alois' baby blue eyes rolled over to Hannah. He let out a little sound, not annoyance but not apologizing. "No, I'd never make you feel bad about what you are or where you come from." He said, his tone gentle and careful. "I just assumed, and that was wrong of me." Alois shifted a bit, sitting up. "Since you know, all of the English women are posh and shy when it comes to sex,"
Hannah stared at Alois for a minute, her sapphire eyes calculating. All of a sudden, she leaned forward, placing the parfait and the spoon on the low table. "You assumed right," She said as she stood from her chair.
Alois' baby blue eyes followed her as she came over. Hannah sunk into the chair next to him, gently placing a hand on his chest. She leaned in and kissed his neck. "It's a French custom," Hannah whispered. "For a woman to relieve her man after a long..." Hannah's voice was soft, mysterious and seductive. Hannah's hand slowly moved down from his chest to his stomach. "Stressful..." She slipped her nimble hand into his pants, feeling his manhood. "Day..."
Alois' breath was hard. Her breast were pressed to his shoulder, hand in his pants and her soft, seductive voice in his ear. Alois couldn't help it, his cock began to harden under Hannah's touch. "Hannah..." He whispered softly.
"Shh," Hannah placed a gentle kiss on his strong jaw, her red lipstick staining his pale skin. She pulled her hand back and unzipped his zipper, pushing his pants down just enough so his white underwear could see light. His cock was printing through. Hannah licked her lips. He was mature for his age. Hannah gently ran her hand over it cock before giving it a good squeeze. Alois' breath hitched. His hands couldn't help but wonder. He slowly brought it down her back and it let rest at the small of her back, the top of her ass.
Hannah walked two fingers up his stomach to his chest until she met his pectorals. She popped one button of his suit vest. Hannah placed a soft kiss on his right pectoral with her plump, red lips leaving a red lip shaped stain. "I may suck cock," Hannah whispered, coming up to meet his eyes. "But you didn't ask nicely." She smirked and patted his chest. "So, baby, I'll leave you to it and I'll go do the planning for our costumes." Hannah rose from the couch and ruffled Alois' hair before walking off.
Alois stared after her, still in his haze. "Baby?" He whispered to himself when she left. Alois blinked. "She's my Baby..."
