"Why did you go after Logan?" Jemima demands, storming into Tommys office where he was still sat.
The sun had gone down long ago, Finn was staying at a friends, he was alone in the house, the only light source being the lamp on his desk.
"Why not? He's a cunt." Tommy shrugs.
"I specifically told you, Max and John not to." Jemima states.
"Correct, but when have I ever fucking listened to what you have to say." Tommy replies nonchalantly, "besides, I was getting an earful from them because they didn't want you to be mad at them, I on the other hand, could not give two shits."
"You're so infuriating," Jemima groans.
"And here I was thinking I had not effect on you or your emotions," Tommy smirks, "are you going to tell me he doesn't deserve it? Fuck, he probably deserves worse than what I did. It was only a few punches."
"You dislocated his nose!"
"Maybe he can now smell the bullshit he's been spewing to you for the past couple of months," Tommy retorts, standing from his desk to get himself his bottle of whiskey, "want some?"
"No," Jemima says, looking at him in disbelief.
"What's done is done," Tommy shrugs, "Daniels can fix his nose, and then when you get over him, John can go break it again."
"I don't- I just don't get it." Jemima sighs.
"Breaking someone's nose?" Tommy says, "it's actually quite easy."
"Not that, Thomas." Jemima glares at him as he walks round his desk, leaning against it whilst taking a sip from his glass.
"What don't you get?" Tommy asks.
"Why you went after him?"
"John is fucking annoying when he wants to be and Max is persistent." Tommy replies, placing the glass down, "don't even think it had anything to do with you."
"Don't worry, I wasn't." Jemima replies.
"Good."
Tommy glances between Jemimas lips and eyes as he shrugs his jacket off, carefully folding it and placing it beside him on the desk, "anything else?"
"Yes," Jemima states, taking a step forwards so they were only centimetres apart, before hesitating, "no, I don't fucking know."
"Want me to stay here whilst you figure it out or?" Tommy leads off, looking down at her and straightening himself up. She had to know what her close proximity was doing to him. The way her eyes were lingering on his for moments longer than they both knew they should.
The light from the lamp was shining so low that they could only just make out one another's face. The shadows capturing both of their features beautifully as they stood staring at one another.
"I thought you didn't want a repeat." Tommy says, their hands briefly caressing each other as Jemima goes to brush a piece of her behind her ear.
"You have a knack for making me contradict myself," Jemima replies.
"If this happens, I want to get some things straight, I still don't like you." Tommy says, "no strings and no telling a soul."
He places his hand on her waist, gently pulling her against him, "can we agree on that, love?"
"We can," Jemima nods, "and another thing, I'm not doing it in your fucking office."
"Wouldn't even dare suggest it," Tommy smirks, "I would rather not be castrated."
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If I Can't Have you
FanfictionThey never saw it coming. "If I can't have you, I don't want to be me."