♪ I am just a young girl ♪
♪ I have just come over ♪
♪ Over from the country where they do things big ♪
♪ And amongst the boys ♪
♪ I've got myself a lover ♪
♪ And since I have a lover ♪
♪ I don't care a fig ♪
All: ♪ The boy I love is up in the gallery ♪
♪ The boy I love is... ♪
♪ ..looking at me ♪
♪ Can't you see him standing there ♪
♪ Waving his handkerchief ♪
♪ As merry as a robin that sings on the tree. ♪
Suddenly, the joyous voices quietened down as the doors to the pub flew open. Upon entering and hearing the Irish voice singing on top a table, Ainsley rolled her eyes at the eye contact the blonde held with her Tommy and sashayed away into the snug with her two brothers-in-laws not before running her hand down her husbands shoulder to catch his attention. Watching her walk away whilst Harry bravely spoke up made Thomas all the more annoyed.
"We haven't had singing in here since the war."
Retorting with an irritated scoff and a cold tone, he spoke up, "Why do you think that is, Harry?"
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Finally having a moment alone after leaving the Garrison earlier, Ainsley and Tommy sat in his office, staring with unspoken words across the desk.
"Go on I know you have something to say,"
"Damn right I have something to say, I'm gone for less than a week and you've lost your damn mind. A fucking army's worth of guns, Tommy... Christ." Rolling her eyes with an exasperated sigh.
"What can I say love I lose m' head without you, and as for the guns, Charlie is getting rid of them, they will be out 'our hands."
"Wait, Tommy I've just thought, this copper is clearly after these guns, and there's a lot riding on him getting them back, I'd say that's the perfect leverage for us to get something in return." Ainsley spoke confidently with a subtle smirk, one that raised the corners of Thomas lips slightly
"I'd recon your right love."
"Enough of business, I think it's time you showed me how much you missed me, whilst I was in London? Hmm..." Ainsley spoke seductively as she slowly rose from her chair and glided around to her husbands side, placing both legs over his lap and gripping the small hairs at the base of his neck as she whispered in his ear, making shivers run down his spine. "You did miss me didn't you Tommy?"
Glancing towards her lips back to her eyes as he pulled her back from his ear, he smirked at the lust filled gaze his wife was giving him as he glided his lips slightly over hers whilst replying. "Let me show you just how much."
Laying peacefully wrapped in each others arms once more, a sheet barely covering his wife's body, Tommy turns to towards her, slowly caressing her cheek as he basks in the silence of his own head. No shovels, no guns, just silence. Pulling her closer so that her head laid on his chest, he lets out a sigh of comfort as he slowly drifts off cradling her as close as he could.
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Standing among the darkness, watching as he approaches his Uncle, he broke the blissful silence.
"Uncle Charlie, a word."
Charlie spoke following him over the stone towards a flaming bin, "They are aboard. There's no moon. We can take them out to the turning point beyond Gas Street and leave them on the bank. They'll be found by railway men first thing." Pausing to look at Thomas face a look of confusion passes, "Is that agreement?"
"I changed my mind."
"You what?" Charlie asks angrily.
"We have an alternative strategy. Tell Curly to take her out to the old tobacco wharf. There's a lock up mooring we used to keep cigarettes. He knows it. When the boat leaves your yard, it's no longer your concern."
"Have you lost your fսck¡ng mind? Have you not seen the streets? They've sent a fսck¡ng army to find these things..."
"That's right. They've shown their hand..."
"Their hand?"
"Ainsley let me see that, If they want them back this bad, they'll have to pay. That's the way of the world. Fortune drops something valuable in your lap, you don't just dump it on the bank of the cut."
"You're blood, Tommy. I've always looked out for you like a dad and Ainsley a daughter. You're going to bring holy hell down on your head and hers. This copper takes no prisoners."
Blowing out the smoke from his lungs he spoke again, confidence radiating from his tone. "I'm told he didn't serve. Reserved occupation."
"Is it another war you're looking for, Tommy?"
"The tobacco wharf. By order of the Peaky Blinders." He replies slipping the keys into his uncle's pocket and returning to his wife to lay within her arms once more.
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Striding through the door, through to the betting den, seeing his wife sitting at a desk overlooking a book, he quickly made his way over. Looking up as he walked behind her with his hand gently resting on her shoulder, she grabbed his hand in hers and muttered.
"Is it done?" Receiving a nod in response she gripped his hand tighter.
"Where are you?" Rolling her eyes as Arthur stormed up to the pair she lazily glanced from the book to her fuming brother-in-law, looking at her husband to see the same expression she was wearing before returning her gaze to the book in her hand.
"It bloody won! Monaghan Boy bloody won!"
"Yeah. It won. And word will spread. So next time we do the powder trick it won't just be The Garrison that'll bet on the horse, it'll be the whole of Small Heath. And you know what?"
Ainsley continued on completing Tommy's sentence with a tired tone whilst still casting her eyes on the book not looking up. "The horse will win again. And the third time will have the whole of Birmingham betting on it. A thousand quid bet on a magic horse Arthur."
Tommy then finishes as he helps his wife stand, "And that time, when we are ready, the horse will lose."
"Think about it Arthur," she says as she slams the book and hands it to Thomas who takes her hand and leads her out.
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Unconditional Love
FanfictionAinsley and Thomas Shelby, are madly, no, insatiably in love with each other. Ever since they were children. They went from fighting away bullies to fighting their feelings - although they inevitably lost that fight. Where you see one, the other is...
