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In The Bleak Midwinter || Part 7

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12 & Part 13

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: None

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Note: Things will be revealed in this chapter about Fiona that I had tried to hint to throughout. So hopefully they make sense and it’s not a boring twist.

Decided to post this as an early Mother’s Day gift to all myself and all the mother’s out there. You’re the ultimate heroes and badasses of the world. Never forge that!

You awaken to the sound of your name echoing in your head. Pounding as if it’s being slammed against the wall over and over again.

“Mummy, mummy, mummy,” They call.

The pitch of their little voices is usually a sweet melody to your ears, but this morning it feels like it’s bouncing around in your head, slamming against the confines of your skull.

Your eyes open begrudgingly and the morning light assaults your them on contact. You squint, rubbing at your eyes.

Even the morning haze from the factory smoke and chimneys burning hot all night doesn’t dull the sun’s rays as they feel like their piercing through your pupil from the window.

“Mum we’re hungry.” Finn says as he sees your eyes open.

Your gaze shifts to him and Charlie at your bedside.

You force a smile to welcome them, even though it takes great effort this morning.

The world slowly returns around you as you feel the blankets against your skin… your bare skin. As the sensation washes over you so does a sense of panic.

Your gaze dropping down, relieved only by the sight that your completely covered beneath the blanket that rests high across your chest, tucked beneath your arms. You clutch the quilt tighter against your body as your gaze returns to your boys.

“Alright, I’m gettin’ up. Go on down stairs. I’ll be down in a moment to make yeah breakfast.” You tell them both, smiling at each of them warmly, running your thumb across their rounded cheeks briefly.

Hoping they’re too young to wonder why you’re in Tommy’s bed this morning instead of your own.

And they don’t seem to as they nod quickly and dash for the door, racing each other to see who can make it out first, the sound of their scurrying feet pounding in your head.

Once they’re gone, you let your eyes fall closed, your head heavy against the pillow as the events of the night before resurfacing in your mind… Tommy… the washtub… You wince.

Your forehead wrinkling as you press into your eyes with the realization Tommy’s still inside you, you didn’t even have the good sense to have him pull out.

Your heart sinks with a heaviness that physically weighs on your chest like a brick wedged between your ribs.

And the fact that you find yourself alone in his bed only makes it worse. It doesn’t take a fool to put the pieces together.

You were drunk, both of you, his brother had just died and he needed to lick his wounds. And like the whore so many thought you were after getting pregnant with Finn out of wedlock, you let him fuck his pain away in you.

But perhaps the biggest joke is on you, because you weren’t just fuckin’ him.

Not even with all the whiskey that leaves your head now pounding in the morning light. Having Tommy meant something different for you. Something that terrifies you even now to think about, because there’s no place for it. It doesn’t fit in the structure and chaos of this life.

You try to push all your worries aside as your gaze drifts down to the floor, trying to spot your dress.

You find it crumpled in a pile where you left it last night before climbing in the tub.

Glancing at the door one more time to make sure it’s shut, you pull the blanket back and slowly sit up, the cool air rushing against your bare skin.

Head pounding, you rub briefly at your temples before forcing yourself to rise off the mattress. The floorboards creak beneath your bare feet as you move quickly for your clothes in case the children come back.

You snatch it up as you hear footsteps coming down the hall. Heart picking up its pace, you manage to slip your dress over your head, tugging it down the length of your body as a quick knock sounds on the door and the knob starts to turn.

“Tommy, Ada just got ‘ere-“ Finn says as he comes walking in.

Your big eyes shoot his way, catching the same startled look in his as everything freezes mid-breath.

Tommy’s youngest brother, tall and all limbs at this age but still has his baby face underneath his razor lined cap, you’ve seen Finn more than the others over the years, but never like this.

You watch his face turn several shades of red against the paleness of his skin as you clutch at the open buttons along the bosom of your dress, pulling them closed as you quickly turn away from him.

“Sorry Fiona, I didn’t-“ He starts to apologize, fumbling over his words like the awkward teenager he is.

But you’re both saved from the embarrassment blushing at your cheeks as Tommy suddenly appears. Pushing past Finn as he enters the room.

“Finn, get out. Ada brought biscuits, go downstairs, get somethin’ to eat and make sure the boys get somethin’ too. I’ll be down in a minute.” Tommy orders smoothly, far more calm than either you or Finn are as your fingers make quick work to fasten the top buttons of your dress.

Glancing over your shoulders, you watch Finn nod nervous, limbs fidgeting with unease before turning quickly for the door.

“And Finn-“ Tommy calls before he can leave.

“I know,” Finn says on a quick breath, interrupting Tommy before he can finish his sentence as he turns back.

His big eyes meeting yours briefly before they fall on his big brother. “I won’ tell anyone I saw her in ‘ere.”

Tommy nods, sparking up a cigarette. His casual ease in stark contrast to the tension heavy between you and Finn in the room.

“Good boy. Now go to it before the others get ‘ere.” Tommy orders with a nod.

You hear the door click at your back and suddenly it’s just you and Tommy. You finish the buttons on your dress as you suck in a steady breath.

You try to calm the sudden speed of your heart as it betrays you when the intoxicating smell of him filling your lungs.

Tommy’s your friend, you try to remind yourself… Your family… who’s also your boss… and a notorious gangster. And worst of all… the man you’ve fallen for. Suddenly your head is spinning and you take a deep breath to try and bring yourself back to center - Focus.

Turning to him, you try to gauge where Tommy is at after everything that happened last night.

Your eyes catch and your mind instantly fills with the memory of his hands running along your body, the look in his eyes as his skin moving against your own.

“How ‘re you feelin?” Tommy asks matter-of-factly as he pulls at the cigarette burning at his lips.

He’s distant, that’s what you sense as you stand beside him. Formal, like he hasn’t been with you since you first started working for him.

The tone of his voice the same one he uses with Frances or when he makes a business call, and the sound of it sends you on guard now too.

“I’ve had better mornin’s. My head hurts a bit.” You admit honestly, keeping your heart at a distance, your tone equally reserved, because two could play this game.

Your gaze drops from his as you speak, searching the floor for your damn knickers that seem to be nowhere in sight. You could have sworn you left them right next to your dress.

Your eyes scour the floor, sweeping from edge to edge along the old wooden beams in futile frustration until you turn back his way and find them dangling off Tommy’s index finger as he takes another long pull from his cigarette. Cheeky smirk curling at the corner of his mouth in amusement as he waits for you to notice.

Your eyes catch his, your cheeks burning with embarrassment as you quickly snatch them from him.

“Brew some tea and pour a little rum in it… it’ll help.” You hear Tommy instruct as you quickly slip your knickers up your bare legs, careful not to reveal yourself to him as you slip them under your dress.

Fire begins to stir in your belly with his casual tone. He’ll nurse your hangover and tease you with your panties, but he won’t say a word about last night.

You resist the urge to give him a piece of your mind then and there. But now isn’t the time, you need to gather your thoughts and his family is either already downstairs or on their way.

You refuse to have anyone else find out what you’ve done to yourself.

Turning from him, you move for the mirror along the far wall, beside the fireplace, and start pulling your hair up, fishing pins from your dress pocket to push in your hair.

Tommy’s voice picks up at your back, his steady stride following you across the room, shoes clipping on the old floorboards.

“Fiona…” Tommy starts on a long heavy breath and another pull from his cigarette before he tosses it into the fireplace.

“I’m not gonna lie to yeah ‘bout last night. I can keep yeah safe, but not if your too close. Too close an’ it puts you at risk. There’s people who’ll use you to get to me… So for now, it’s just best if we just keep things the way they are.”

Fastening the last pin to hold your hair in a loose bun, you bite down hard on your bottom lip to fight the tightening in your chest.

There it is, you think – he does have the balls to bring it up, but it was just as you suspected in the morning light… you were a tool to ease his pain.

Anger churns in your belly. Angry with yourself for loving him and angry at him for using it against you.

If that’s how he wants it, you tell yourself… but Tommy doesn’t get the privilege of knowing he hurt you, made you feel used. You refuse to give him that.

Pushing down your feelings, you turn to him, looking him square in the eye.

“I understand. Just a fuck after a long day, eh Tom?” You say boldly, your words more crass than you’ve ever spoken to him before and you swear you hear his breath stop for a moment as he stares at you.

“…Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna brew that tea and make sure the children get fed before everyone arrives.” You finish strong, refusing to give him an inch.

Staring into his eyes, you suddenly need to get as far away from Thomas Shelby as possible as you move past him and head for the door before you say something you’ll regret.

The brass knob turns in your tight grip and you manage to pull the door halfway open before Tommy pushes it shut, wedging his way between you and the door.

You refuse to look at him the way you know he expects you to, your eyes stay steady on the wood grain of the door waiting for him to move, until Tommy grabs your chin and forces you to look at him.

“You afraid of me?” He asks, his voice low and full of grit as his eyes pierce deep within you from so close up.

His warm breath hits your lips in a way you wish wasn’t intoxicating, in a way you wish your body would stop fucking betraying you.

He’s trying to intimidate you, you know this, but it isn’t working. The question is ridiculous and you try not to roll your eyes with the absurdity of it as you answer him.

“No,” You say boldly, your eyes not flinching from his gaze.

Tommy looks you dead in the eye, pinching your chin a little tighter to make his point.

“You should be. I’m not a good man, Fiona.” He warns on a heavy breath.

His words are the final straw on the anger simmering through your veins as you pull away from his grip.

“Ah fuck off, Tommy. Jus’ fuck off.” You scoff, the first sparks of fire licking off your tongue, refusing to be played with.

You know what he is, you knew from the start and you’re not gonna let him pretend like he’s sparing you out of mercy now so he can feel noble and good about how this ended out.

The fire on your tongue… you watch it make something shift in Tommy’s eyes as you call him out on his nonsense instead of playing into his hand.

You watch something honest and real slowly surfaces in the endless pits of his blue eyes as you pull away. Something you recognize from last night as your bodies came together and all the times before when Tommy would let down his guard, and let you in.

His rough hand slips across your cheek to cup it even as you try to resist his touch.

Your mind warns you to pull away, don’t fall in his trap, don’t let yourself be weak to him again.

But your heart reaches out for the familiarity in his eyes, the trust you’ve built between each other, the truths you know about him. The side of himself he doesn’t let most people see.

“Alright listen,” Tommy starts again, his voice low and deep like a whisper meant only for you as his thumb strokes softly at your cheek.

“There’s some things I gotta do, Fee and I can’t be worrying about whether someone is gonna come after you in return for it when I do. No one gives a fuck about Charlie’s nanny, but if they know yeah mean somethin’ to me they could use you to hurt me, an’ I can’t have that. I thought I could keep people safe once, but after Grace and now John…” His words stop suddenly, you watch his throat bob hard in this throat.

You watch as he battles with the pain in his eyes, trying to hold himself steady, composed.

“I need to know yer safe an’ right now that’s away from me, understand?”

You don’t know what to say as you nod numbly into his palm, stunned as you realize you had it all wrong.

Last night meant more for him than you gave him credit. It meant something closer to what it meant for you and looking into his eyes, you can see you aren’t the only one with complicated feelings tangled up in this.

A sudden knock at the door breaks the gravity of the moment as Tommy’s hand instantly drops from your face and you take a quick step back from him, Finn’s voice filters in from behind the door.

“Tommy everyone’s downstairs.”

“Be right down.” Tommy answers back before the trot of Finn’s feet echoes back down the old creaky hall.

“I’ll get the children.” You say, reaching for the knob once again. “Keep ‘em busy up here.”

But Tommy shakes his head, the movement catching your eyes.

“No, I want you at the table. I’ll have one of the boys watch the children.”

You stare at him slightly confused, eyes narrowing. You’ve never been part of the company.

Tommy shared things with you, even sought out your advice on matters he needed to mull over, but it’s always been just the two of you. You’ve never been invited to an actual family meeting.

“I’m not family, Tommy.” You correct him as if he needs to be reminded.

A small smirk twitches at the corner of his mouth just for you as if he’s amused by the obviousness of your statement.

He leans in close once again, looks you dead in the eye, with that look of certainty and command that few can match.

“You are to me.” He says without hesitation.

You follow Tommy into the parlor, just a step behind him, past the curtains that separate the family home from the business of the betting shop, just off the kitchen.

His family and closest friends gathered round. They all eye you on arrival, some more briefly than others, but it’s the women, all knowing and curious that stare at you the hardest when Tommy motions for you to take a seat at the table.

Seated beside Ada, her dark eyes land heavy on you. There’s a knowing look twisting in her pupil as she looks you over before her gaze shifts to her brother.

Your gaze drops as she looks to Tommy, but still you don’t miss the quiet huff of assumption that lifts off her chest.

Tommy stands at the head of the table, oblivious or unapologetic to the upset your presence brings.

Standing tall, shoulders broad with an authority that breathes off him without question. Everyone’s seated or standing around, awaiting word of the storm that’s rolled into town, come with the sole purpose to blow them all away.

Your eyes stay trained on Tommy as you sit beside Ada, Finn awkwardly standing at you back.

Tommy clears his throat, standing tall like the ring leader of this show, all his performers gathered around awaiting instruction of what’s to unfold.

But as Tommy finally reveals what fury has been brought down upon them, words of revenge and Italians slipping calmly past his lips, your stomach begins to church with an old familiar sickness.

“Eye for an eye.” Tommy says as a shiver runs down your spine, because you know what’s coming next before the words ever leave his lips. “It’s called-“

“Vendetta,” You say it at the exact moment he does, but no one hears you.

No one, but him.

His sharp piercing blues land hard upon you, holding your eyes with an unreadable gaze as your stomach twists and ties until you feel like you might be ill in your seat, because you get the sense you know even better than Tommy what he’s up against.

Tommy carries on without missing a beat, his gaze pulling away from you as he lays out the plan. You watch Arthur pull a bullet from his waistcoat pocket with a name scrawled across it, before Polly cuts the tension thick air with a sarcastic mocking laugh that would normally put your sense on edge, but you hardly feel it as nerves race through your veins for an entirely different reason.

A vote you have no reason to take part in unfolds, but you barely witness any of it. Your heart pounds out of control within the cage of your chest as your eyes never leave Tommy.

Staring at him as if he’s a dead man walking…

Let’s get on with the war, Tommy convenes and everyone disperses while your lost in a fog. You follow their lead, rising from the table numbly.

The pieces all finally falling into place. The man Tommy killed at the house, leaving in haste in the middle of the night, John murdered on his doorstep Christmas morning…

Glancing around the room you see everyone’s gone their own way, Ada sharing a quiet word with Lizzie and Polly in the corner, while Finn joins Isiah and Jeremiah by the fireplace, as Charlie and Curly move for the door.

You look around unsure where you fit in all this, if you do at all.

You’re lost in your head until you feel someone lightly touch your arm, your eyes rise and focus to find Arthur standing before you, Linda at his side.

He looks tired and broken, but a genuine smile subtly curves on his face. He’s openly gentle in a way Tommy has lost sight of.

“You’re a good woman. I can see that. He needs that.” He tells you, his voice deep with grit like Tommy’s, but quietly hopeful like a big brother who’s watched his little brother suffer for too long.

You know what he’s implying and normally you’d correct him, but the fear surging in your heart leaves you too preoccupied to rally to the occasion. Especially since he isn’t entirely wrong.

You offer Arthur a small smile and Linda one in turn before she steps in front of him and directly in your eyeline.

“Save yourself and your boy a world a heartache and get away from all this.” Linda tells you, looking you square in the eye. Her gaze not flinching before she turns away, taking Arthur with her.

And your Left with a world of troubles and no answers to find. Your feet idyll and move slowly toward the stairs just off the betting shop, with all the fear inside you, you find the sudden urge to check on the children. Make sure they’re alright.

“She’s right, yeah know.” A smooth voice calls from your back. Spinning around to come face to face with Polly, you hadn’t even heard her come up on you.

“Polly,” You practically sigh, pulling her into a tight hug, before you realize how overt your gesture is and slowly release the woman.

“You’re a sweet girl. You can still get out of this before Tommy makes you pay more than you can give.” She offers up words of wisdom, like a woman who knows all too well. Her haunting eyes, bewitched and reaching into you as if there’s nothing you can hide.

You believe her unquestionably, because for all the bad blood between her and Tommy, even you know that no one knows Tommy quite like Polly does.

Your heart hammers harder with her warning. Your motherly instinct says to run. Take Finn and go. But where? Tommy’s generosity has given you enough to survive for a while, but not forever. This is your family, you have no one else.

And leaving would require leaving Charlie. And you’re not sure you can do that. He may not be your blood, but you love him like he is. And the instinct inside you that wants to run to keep Finn safe, is the same instinct that won’t let you abandon Charlie either.

“I can’t leave him…” You hear your voice answer honestly. A truth so raw your mind didn’t even have time to taint it with all the formalities of proper conservation.

“Who?” Polly asks, her eyes pricking at you, searching deep within you. Magical like Tommy’s, but for an entirely different reason, from a different sort of power.

“Charlie… or Tommy?”

Your chest tightens with the truth. You can’t leave him either and the look in Polly’s gaze tells you she already knows it. A sigh leaves your chest…

“Both.”

Polly let’s off a low “Mmhmmm,”

As she slowly shakes her head. “That’s what I thought.”

You feel a hand suddenly wrap around your arm. Catching you off guard, your face whips to the side to see Tommy standing beside you.

“I need to have a word with Ms. Hayes.” Tommy says, but he isn’t looking at you, rather his eyes meet and hold with Polly’s.

Her eyes shift between you and Tommy, you can practically see the wheels turning in her mind before you watch the two of them square off for a brief moment, eyes meeting in a silent subtle power struggle, before Polly nods and Tommy leads you away. You’re not sure who won the fight or if it was just truth being revealed.

Once out of sight of the others he drops your arm, but snatches your hand and quickly pulls you through the house, and out the back entrance, into the back alley.

Your back pushes lightly against the brick wall covering the back of the building as Tommy covers the front of you.

His size and body heat envelope you with his proximity, a stark contrast to the cold bricks pinching at your back. His eyes hover over yours, piercing you with his unyielding gaze in a way that makes your heart pound harder by the second.

Your breath hitches in your throat, unsure of what he’s doing or what he’ll do next until he speaks.

“What aren’t you tellin’ me?” Tommy questions you with suspicion, so close the warmth of his breath fans at the loose frayed hairs around your face, making them dance like a leaf in the wind.

With all the thoughts racing in your head, all the fear for him and the others, for your boys, you find yourself caught off guard by the vagueness of the question.

“What do yea mean?” You ask, suddenly unsure.

Tommy is a man with little patience when he thinks he’s being played with, a fact he’s quick to remind you of.

“What does a Irish catholic girl know about vendetta?” He whispers out, his breath low and swift. His eyes searching yours for answers your lips have yet to reveal.

You swallow hard, holding the chill of his gaze.

“I know it’s not a game, Tommy. They don’t stop. Not until they’ve taken everything an’ everyone you love.” You answer him honestly.

You’re not an expert, you won’t pretend to be, but what you do know, spurs a fear heavy in your heart and sends the weight of his predicament slamming down around it with a new level of fear for him.

You have no doubts about what Tommy is capable of, you know the notorious nature of his reputation, but this is trouble on another dimension.

You feel Tommy’s hands enclose around your face, forcing you to focus on only him. His eyes narrowing, calculating, and you can see he’s weighing every possible angle.

“How do yeah know this? What ‘er you hidin?” Tommy interrogates you with a jaw so sharp it could cut you like a knife. The patience on his breath wearing thin.

The shift his eyes, the lack of trust. Suddenly you understand. He’s been here before. Been betrayed by someone he held close.

And with it you realize it’s finally time to come clean. With all of it. You had felt it in your gut sitting at that table, you always planned to tell him, when the time was right, but now you knew you had to.

“Finn isn’t named after his father. He’s named after one of my brothers.” You explain, trying to find the best place to start. The best way to explain this to him without upsetting him more than he already is.

Tommy looks at you, his breath still fanning against your face, his grip still steady on your cheeks, the only sign he heard you at all is the shift in his gaze, as his eyes turn with confusion, he doesn’t understand what you’re trying to say.

You take a deep breath and whisper the truth. “His father’s name was Anthony Vitali.”

You watch the weight of your answer slowly settle in across his face as his hand fall away from your face.

Tommy eyes you with disbelief as he takes a step back, hardly believing what you just said. Quite the feat for a man rarely stunned.

Turning from you, you watch his head shake slowly from side to side as he tries to wrap his mind around what you’ve just revealed. His fine shoes dig into the damp dirt and muck as he paces around the back alley he dragged you out to. The no man’s land that belongs to everyone and no one behind the row houses.

You don’t say a word. You let him think it over, let it settle with him first, before he suddenly stops and turns back your way.

“Part of the Vitali family? Cousins of Sabini?” Tommy huffs in disbelief and disgust.

You watch his temper rising in his cold eyes, tightening at his jaw as he quickly moves back to you once again.

“An’ what kind of a woman climbs in bed with a fuckin wop?” He sneers, his breath seething.

You’ve heard that word before, but never from him. And you get it, John was just gunned down by Italians, Grace was murdered by Italians, he has history with Sabini, but still…

There he is, that side of Tommy you haven’t seen since you first started working for him. The cold ruthless bastard who thinks he can say anything he wants to whoever he wants, and suddenly you want to lay into him hard across his face for thinking he can speak to you in such a way.

But instead you remind yourself you don’t take grievance or judgement from him or any man as you charge toward him, heels sinking slightly in the mud.

Stopping directly in front of him, staring boldly back into his judgement filled eyes, you don’t back down.

“The kind that gets throw to streets for it and then climbs into bed with a gypsy.” You throw back at him unapologetically, your own chest heaving as your temper rises. Reminding Tommy there’s a name for what he is too.

You watch Tommy’s jaw flex as he searches your eyes, steadily blinking as he looks for something he has yet to find.

“Who are you?” Tommy suddenly asks.

You knew it was coming. Knew this all wouldn’t add up for a man as clever as Thomas Shelby. He’s far too smart for that.

How a supposed Irish girl from Birmingham would get tangled up with one of the most notorious Italian families in London, produce one of their bastards.

The air shifts around you, the coldness hanging in the subtle breeze chills your lungs as you hold your ground.

“No one.” You tell him unflinchingly, because you need him to understand who you were and who you are, are very different people.

“I came to Birmingham to be no one.”

“Fiona” Tommy presses, his jaw tightening, unamused by your play on words.

Meeting his eyes, you let him have it. For all the hot blood boiling between you two in the moment, you remind yourself what you have is based on trust and it’s time he learns it all.

“My father was an accountant. He kept the books for crooked men back in London. He had no loyalties. Only greed. That’s how I met Finn’s father. Tony was the son of one of my dad’s clients. And when I came here I left all that behind like it had left me. I hid my past to protect me and Finn, and after a while, I just- I didn’t know how to tell you… That’s how I know what vendetta means.” You lay it all out there.

Your past in all its bitter truths. A past you’ve been running from since they kicked you to the curb, alone and pregnant at seventeen. Coming here after your brother’s death for a clean slate, knowing you and Finn would only be used as pawns if people knew the truth.

“Fuckin hell, Fee” Tommy lets out on an exasperate breath, taking a step back from you.

“I had to protect Finn.” You tell him as he runs his hands heavily over his face, before his pointed gaze slams back onto you.

“Your father worked for business men in London and you didn’t think I needed to know that?”

“Businessmen.” You scoff, trying not to laugh.

“My father worked for gangsters. Men like you. I wasn’t blind then an’ I ain’t blind now. My eyes are wide open, Tommy. I see you. I know what you are. I know what you do. An’ I didn’ say anythin’ cuz it’s not who I am anymore. I haven’t been that girl in a very long time.” You throw back at him.

Laying it all out there. Making it clear you see him just as clearly as he sees you now. And neither of your hands are clean.

Suddenly Tommy’s closing in on you, driving you back. Your feet move back unconsciously with his charge until your back hits the brick wall, the edges stabbing into your flesh and you’re forced to stop, but Tommy keeps coming until he’s hovering over you, inches from your face.

“You playin’ games? You workin for both sides?” He hisses, his whisper deadly, and if you feared him, you’d be terrified right now, but you’re not.

You know what’s in his heart, even now, Tommy would never hurt you. He isn’t that kind of man. He’s just scared. Scared that you’re a weapon in disguise, sent to be used against him

You stare up into his deep-set eyes, unflinching, barely blinking. “You think I’d betray you, Tommy?” You ask him honestly.

Tommy stares down at you, his face set like stone and just as unyielding as he searches your eyes. The air looms heavy around you, suspended between you and thick in your lungs. The moment feels like it lasts forever, every second longer and harder to bare than the last.

You can hardly breathe until you feel his thumb brush across the curve of your cheek, palm settling along your jaw.

“No,” He answers simply, honestly.

And in the moment, he’s back. You recognize those eyes so clearly as you stare back into them.

The eyes that have kept you company on so many lonely nights or long walks at the manor. The eyes that pushed you over the edge, but never let you fall alone last night.

This is the man that has stolen your heart, this is the man you love, whether you like it or not.

You reach for him too, running your hand along his as it rests at your face. Your eyes holding steady with his own. “I’d never betray you, Tommy…” You swear it.

“Never.”

You can’t look away from Tommy as your breath slowly deepens. He’s so close to you now, you can feel the rhythm of his body against you, his every breath moving in time with your own. You feel like he can see everything inside you and you swear you feel like he’s revealed before you too in those dark endless eyes of his.

The heat from your argument only adding fuel to create a different kind of fire between you. The dangerous kind. Warmth prickles on your skin as you watch his eyes dart to your mouth, you watch his tongue swipe across his lips as if he likes what he sees.

His gaze returning to yours for confirmation before you feel his thumb drag slowly against your bottom lip. The pad of his thumb is seducing as your mouth parts in response. A hunger you’re rapidly becoming addicted to coils in your belly as you run your tongue across your bottom lip, the tip tracing along his thumb to give you a little taste of him.

You hear something close to a groan rumble out of Tommy in response. You watch those beautiful blues turn a shade darker as your feel the heat coming back to life between you, rapidly reigniting, wild and untamed in a way that should alarm you both.

“Tommy?” You hear coming out the back as you shoot apart with only seconds to spare.

It’s Lizzie who appears at the backdoor, staring at you both for a moment before she speaks.

“Arthur’s looking for you.” She says.

“Right,” Tommy answers with a quick nod your way before he turns for the house as if nothing had happened.

You’re not sure if Lizzie is still standing there or follows Tommy inside as you push your back deeper against the brick wall.

Letting your head fall back against it too as your eyes fall closed and a heavy sigh lifts off your chest with the realization…

Keeping things the way they were before might not be as easy as either of you thought…

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