Helen McCrory one shots

"Now tell me, do you want this or not?" - Polly Gray

You're the new barmaid at the Garrison.
Nothing particularly explicit is mentioned. More so implied for the events after the end of the chapter.
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"I don't think we've met." A young man with a thick British accent says. "The names Shelby, Thomas Shelby, and you are?"

"Y/n, y/n y/l/n" you say with a smile.

"Pretty name." The woman who had walked in with Thomas commented. "Polly gray" she introduces herself.

"A bottle of whisky y/n." Thomas says.

You busy yourself grabbing the bottle and Thomas and Polly speak amongst themselves.
You slide the bottle and two glasses across the counter. Polly takes them walking into the adjoined room, Thomas offering you a small salute in thanks before following Polly in.

Harry had told you about the Shelby's before your first shift at the Garrison. You were new to the area but you had heard of their gang before.

You took a few more orders from other patrons and about thirty minutes later Thomas leaves the adjoined room.

"Polly would like a word" he says with me gesturing with his thumb to the now closed door. "Don't know about what though." He shrugs and walks out the door.

You quickly place the glass you'd been cleaning down and come out from behind the counter. Polly Gray was the matriarch of the Peaky Blinders and probably more intimidating than the rest of the gang combined. You swallowed the lump in your throat before knocking on the door.

"Come in" the cool tone of Polly Gray responded.

You opened the door.

"Y/n! come in have a seat, shut the door."

You do as she asks, taking the seat across from the woman. She truly was stunning, high and sharp cheekbones with striking deep brown eyes. A smirk graced the woman's lips. Her gaze lingered on you for a few moments before she spoke again.

"So where are you from?" She picked up her glass and downed the remains of the whisky within it.

"Originally London but I've been living in Naples the last ten years." You tried to sound confident but with the way Polly was looking at you it was very difficult not to squeak your response. Her eyes shamelessly explored every inch of you leaving you feeling very exposed.

"Hmm..." she seemed to be thinking hard. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

You shook you head not trusting yourself to speak.

"Pretty girl like you and no boyfriend? Hmm... a girlfriend perhaps?" She looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

"not currently no." You reply.

She continues to watch you intently and you can't help have your cheeks flush under her gaze. This causes her smirk to get impossibly higher.

"Such a shame." She said finally.

What was it that this woman was hoping to gain from this interaction? Was she trying to exert her power and to make you nervous? What was the point of this conversation? She clearly was already the one in control yet she still  seemed unsatisfied, like there was something else she wanted to gain but you couldn't place it.

Suddenly she stood from her chair and perched herself on the corner of the table. You looked anywhere but at the woman that was now less than a foot from you, a cloud of strong perfume and cigar smoke seemed to cling to her which you found unbelievably attractive. She leaned over and used her finger to guide your chin so that you were facing her once more.

"Let me change that." She said after a time.

Your confusion must have been plainly obvious because she chuckled and moved closer now only a few inches separated you and her.

"That is if you'd like that." She says in a husky tone.

You then understood what she meant or at least you thought you did. You didn't want to sound like a fool if you'd completely misunderstood the situation.

"Are you...?" You asked hoping she'd finish the sentence and you wouldn't have to embarrass yourself further.

"Coming on to you?" She asked. You nodded in reply. "I am" she said. "You don't need to be scared of me dear." Her smirk had dropped into a more sympathetic smile  her eyes still held the remnants of the smirk though.

You lipped your lips unconsciously and that seemed to spur Polly on, she moved your face so that now your lips were less than inch apart.
"Now tell me, do you want this or not?" You could feel her breath on your lips as she spoke. "Because I'm not the most patient woman and I really want you right now."

Something came over you, some courage of some description because you didn't answer her verbally but by closing the distance yourself and kissing her deeply. That seemed to shock the woman, the nervous little barmaid had kissed her after all but she quickly returned the kiss and took control. The woman tasted of whiskey and cigarettes and something sweet that you couldn't place. Her hands roamed your body and yours hers, you could feel the woman smirk against your lips at your boldness which only spurred you on. Your tongue licked her bottom lip asking for entry which she quickly responded to by more less shoving her tongue down your throat, excreting the fact that she was in control. She got off the table without breaking contact with your lips and you felt the woman straddle your hips. After a few minutes more you were thoroughly out of breath so you leant back out of the kiss gasping for air.

Your eyes were closed but it was obvious that the woman sitting on your lap was smirking, pleased with the effect she had on you.

A sharp knock on the door broke you both out of the trance.

"Pol" Thomas called through the door. "I'll be needing this room in ten minutes for a business meeting."

The woman appeared incredibly frustrated at being interrupted. "I'll be out in a minute." She called out in response.

She turned to you and kissed your neck, biting down and sucking harshly. That was definitely going to leave a mark. "You're mine" she whispered in your ear. "Nobody else's is that understood?"

You nodded in response, heart racing.

"I said, is that understood?" More sternly this time.

"Yes ma'am." You reply unable to contain the whimper from your voice.

"Good" she rose off of you and begun to straighten out her clothes and hair. She turned to you once again, "you best sort yourself out love, unless you'd like to go back to work looking absolutely ravished." With that she smirked once more and opened the door and left.

You rose shakily, sorted yourself out and quickly grabbed the half empty bottle of whiskey off the table and the two glasses. Bloody hell, if tommy hadn't interrupted would she have done you right then and there? How could you be expected to go back to work after that?

You touched your lips, they were swollen and a glance in the mirror above the door let you know that the mark on your neck was already a deep purple.

You took a deep breath and left the room. Sitting at the bar talking to Thomas was a very pleased with herself Polly. Whose smirk only increased when she saw the state she had left you in. Thomas had risen at that moment, seemingly having seen somebody come in the door, you tried to look but you couldn't pull your eyes off the gorgeous woman in front of you.

"What time do you finish tonight?" She had practically purred at you when Thomas had walked off and was out of ear-shot.

"Ten" you say.

"I'll see you then" she said with a wink before standing up and leaving the bar.

Glancing at the clock above the bar you saw it was only five, tonight's shift was definitely going to be the longest five hours of your life.