by order of the fucking peaky blinders

17

"Tom. I'm going out with Isaiah today. I'll be back around 8" Charlotte says, coming down the stairs at about lunch time. "Where you going?" Tommy asks. "Not sure, but I've got my gun. We'll be fine." Charlotte assures and he looks at her suspiciously. "Bye" she says rushing out the house, where Isaiah was waiting.

Today was their 3rd date. They delayed their first date around 2 months, whilst Charlotte was recovering from being shot. Their first date, Isaiah took her horse riding and then to not make it look suspicious they joined the Blinders at the Garrison. The second date, they went a little out of small Heath, to an Italian restaurant.

"Hey." Isaiah greets, hugging her. "Let's go. I've got a surprise set up." He says, refraining from taking her hand, as he remembered they were right outside her house. And her dangerous  brothers were inside.

"Let's go then." she smiles following him, through the busy streets of small Heath, until they reach a field, which they walk across, through a bush into a clearing, where a blanket lay with a small box.

"I made a picnic." Isaiah shyly says taking her hand, "how very romantic." she teases letting him lead her over, sitting down opposite him.

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"I thought I'd do something nice whilst we can, everything's been calm recently. Too calm. Like  the calm before a massive storm." Isaiah sighs looking at her softly. "I feel the storm too. I think everyone does. Everyone's just waiting for it to happen." Charlie replies. "I feel bad hiding this from Diego, it's always been the 3 of us. I don't want him to be left out." Isaiah tells her, "I just don't want my brothers to hurt you, you saw what they did to Gavin." Charlie says sitting up, shuffling closer to him. "I'm not Gavin. I'd never, never fucking do that. I'll handle whatever they throw at me. I just want to be able to show you off." Isaiah speaks softly, reaching and brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. "We can tell them soon, okay? I believe in us. I wasn't sure at the beginning, but now I am. Soon, I promise." Charlie whispers. "Okay." He nods, just as rain starts pouring down. "Well this is great. At least we finished the food." Isaiah mumbles, watching in confusion as she stands up. "I love dancing in the rain" Charlie says spinning around, unaware of the other teen who was gazing at her in adoration, a smile on his face, as he pushed himself off of the floor, running up to her lifting her up and spinning her round, both laughing as he did. Placing her on the floor, he looks down at her smiling. "You're beautiful" he tells her, the rain water dripping down both of their faces. "Kiss me Isaiah." Charlotte whispers leaning up, "whatever you wish" he smirks, wrapping his arms round her waist, as hers connect round his neck. Bringing his lips down onto hers, a hand coming to caress her cheek. In that kiss was a shared passion and heat. A million loving thoughts condensed into a moment, as their lips moved together in rhythm. Isaiah nibbles slightly at her bottom lip,  and Charlotte can't conceal the moan that escapes her lips, making him smirk into the kiss, holding her close as water droplets cascaded down their bodys, that were pressed tight together, in a secluded field, on the border of a small town in Birmingham. Unspoken words processed as their tongues entwined.

Pulling away slightly, resting his forehead against hers, "be my girlfriend?" he whispers his lips brushing past hers as he spoke, "yes." she breathes out, connecting their lips once more, her hands moving to his chest, using his jacket to pull him closer, before trying to take it off, but he stops her again. Taking her hands in his kissing their palms. "Not here doll." He tells her, watching her blush at the term of endearment. "Why?" she asks, suddenly feeling self conscious, something she wasn't used to feeling. He just did something to her, he made her feel different. It was scary the control he had. "Because, I don't want our first time to be in the middle of a field, during a rainstorm. We will get there doll. I just want you to be comfortable, I don't want you to regret it. That's all. I'd love to. Lord knows I would. But it isn't right, I want it to be special." Isaiah tells her, pulling her into a hug, when he sees her starting to pull away from him. "It's getting late, should get you home." Isaiah says, eyes raking over her form, seeing her shiver, he removes his jacket, placing it over her shoulders. "Z, thank you for this." Charlie smiles as he takes her hand, beginning their walk, back across the field. "Always." he says tenderly pecking her lips.