Tommy Shelby ~ Between the Walls and the Whiskey

Untitled Part 4

Though this was not her first time, the sudden feeling of nervousness came on quickly.

Cecilia stood in the middle of his room while Tommy took off his coat and hung it up.

She'd never even been in his house before, and now here she was in his room, only minutes away from his bed. It seemed so much more intimate than the act of sex itself.

She saw little things that belonged to him, his razor and soap at the basin. Cuff links and a watch on the table. Another pair of boots sat perfectly under a long black coat that hung on the wardrobe. And it smelled like him too. Like tobacco and good soap, she smiled.

He was in just an undershirt and trousers now, and slid his boots beside the others. So deliberate and precise. It was just as she'd imagined him to be.

And when he turned to her again , she traced the vein in his hand that ran up the lean smooth muscle of his forearm to the solid curve of his bicep. His broad shoulders straightened and she followed the slope of his collar bone until it disappeared into his neck where his quickened pulse gave him away. He was as excited and maybe as nervous as she was.

The realization made her relax a little. Just to see him as human, and not an imagined idea of what he might be like were this to ever happen was comforting.

"Take your coat and shoes off." He said kindly, though to someone that didn't know him, it might have come across as more of an order.

Cecilia didn't care, she did as he said, laying her coat over the back of the chair. She placed her shoes beside the two pairs of boots and turned to face him.

"Come here." He said, and her heart gave a few quick beats at the definite command.

His wide palms and strong fingers ran along her body stopping to enjoy her hips, his own swaying to answer the call of hers. He gripped her thighs, the fabric of her dress spilling through his fingers." Turn around." He said, his voice husky and wanting.

His breath fell on her neck and shoulder in long slow waves as he unbuttoned her dress, and then she turned so that he could take it off the rest of the way, letting it fall to the floor.

Tommy reached down, gathering her slip in his hands and lifted it up over her head, her arms falling free from the straps.

The room while pleasant, was cold enough to make the fine hairs on her body rise as the nipples of her full round breast did against the draft.

She smiled watching him, watch her. He took in the sight of her half naked body like a boy. And she wondered how long it had been since he'd been with a woman, one that he actually cared for.

Reaching back over his own shoulder, he gripped his shirt and easily pulled it off over his head tossing it aside, like a snake shedding its old, pale scales to reveal the new glowing skin beneath. And then it was her turn to stare.

Scars tell many stories, and he had a novel. She didn't dare ask him to tell her about them now, but she knew eventually he would find the time, maybe in the light of the rising sun, many mornings from now, for she planned on seeing him like this again and again and again.

Her small hands slid up the surprisingly soft skin of his shoulders until she could pull him closer, her lips brushing against his chest, the hair that covered it tickling her cheek.

She could hear his heart beating heavy and loud and it made her smile. He bent down to kiss her head, her cheek, and then her neck, his lips soft and gentle made her breath come out in tiny gasps.

He kissed the small hollow of her throat, and down the valley of her breast teasing each one in turn. Sucking and kissing making her knees give way, only his arms and the grip she had on them kept her up. And she could feel him, so hard against her when he stood, even through the fabric of his pants. Her own wetness a welcome response.