MIND: arthur shelby.

chapter eleven.

Jules' head tipped back as she burst into a fit of laughter, Arthur pulling a silly face in his drunken state as they sat in the hotel room.

The two sat on the bed, soft music playing as Arthur held out his hand, a thin line of snow on the back of it. Jules rarely did drugs, but they were in London so she thought 'why not?' Nothing could possibly go wrong.

She grasped his wrist, snorting the line off of the back of his hand. "That's it." He laughed out, putting another line onto his hand for himself.

Jules smiled happily, eyes hazy as they struggled to stay open. Cocaine never worked the same with her as it did most people, it made her head light and tired- instead of alert.

Arthur watched as she swayed side to side, she looked ethereal. "Bloody hell." He muttered to himself, catching Jules' attention. She furrowed her brows, waiting for him to continue.

He put his hand around her throat, gripping it softly as her smile grew. "We should do this more often." She smiled to him, wrapping her hand around his wrist- letting him know that whatever he was doing was okay.

Her head went back slightly as he pulled her closer, thumb running over her bottom lip as heir breath mingled. "You look so fucking perfect." He admitted finally.

Jules felt herself blush at his kind words that came out in an aggressive tone. "As do you, Mr Shelby." His grip tightened as she called him that, it sounded so perfect coming from her mouth.

He leaned into her, noses touching as they finally caved into what both wanted for months. It was clear that both had an attraction for one another, Jules found the older man attractive since the minute they had met- he seemed so different, mysterious in a way.

"Please." She whispered, hands coming to rest on the sides of his face. Arthur desperately wanted to kiss her, he wanted her more than he ever wanted a drink.

But as his soft lips touched hers slightly, the phone rang from the corner of the room. Arthur groaned out, head resting on hers as she moved to pick up the phone.

It was the one chance he had, the one time Arthur had the courage to kiss Jules. "Hello?" Her heard Jules answer. "Slow down Polly, tell me what happened."

Arthur got up quickly, standing behind Jules to wait for the phone call to end. "Okay, we'll make our way there when he's wakes up." Putting the phone down, Jules turned to face Arthur.

Her left hand came to comfortably sit on his cheek once again. "It's Thomas, he's in hospital." She replied, seeing the worry, the anger grow on his face.

Arthur grabbed her hands, bringing the palm to his lips to kiss it, thankfully that she was safe. "Are we going to see him?" He asked, Jules bringing him to sit down back onto the bed.

She nodded, "he's still asleep, resting." She replied. "We'll go in the morning." Jules whispered, hands now sitting on her lap.

Jules moved her head forward, placing her lips to his quickly. Arthur felt his eyes widen in shock, it wasn't the most appropriate time to share their first kiss-but he wouldn't have it any other way.

Her hands came to his hair, his coming to her waist- pulling Jules onto his lap. "He will be okay." She whispered, lips moving away from him slightly.