evandarling:

I had a listen to the song and I’ve written a little drabble for you. I hope you like it. Don’t ever doubt that James would adore you darling.

Cherry

James March x Reader

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You waited in the bar for James to appear, knowing he would never leave you waiting too long. You had been helping him procure items he needed for a few years now, your bag currently containing a brand new set of razor sharp Chef’s knives.

You knew they would never go near a kitchen but you didn’t care. The thought of him wielding them sent a shiver through you. The power he had, the way he held others lives so precisely in his beautiful and talented hands, never failed to thrill you.

He appeared next to you, as silently as ever, placing a soft kiss to the back of your hand as he greets you. He ushers you to his private booth and you sit across from him.

The knives are exchanged for your payment wordlessly, effortlessly. He smiles at you sinfully before speaking. “As ever it was a pleasure doing business with you little one.” The emphasis he put on the word pleasure causing a heat to pool deep within you.

You looked helplessly into his eyes, letting the music of the bar wash over you.

“Darlin’, darlin’, darlin’

I fall to pieces when I’m with you, I fall to pieces,

My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme

And all of my peaches are ruined”

You break the heavy silence with your own voice. “You know James, they say when you love someone all music starts remind you of them.” He smiles eagerly as he replies “is that so my little ripe cherry. Pray tell me, darling, does this song remind you of any one in particular?”

“Yes” you whisper softly leaning into him. He closes the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours in a lingering kiss. He pulls back before leaving the booth and standing next to you. He offers you his arm as he speaks “let me give you a tour of my hotel darling, you should know your way round as I feel you’ll be spending a lot more time here in the foreseeable future.”