les sequelles - Cillian Murphy & Thomas Shelby

5. Away

| Away | Cillian x Fem!Reader |

Summary: Cillian is away in Manchester, but he likes to have cute Skype calls! 

 Warnings: Just fluff 

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You moved onto the sofa as the familiar tone of a Skype call echoed around the lounge, you placed your glass of red wine on the coffee table, clicking the accept button, you folded your legs underneath you on the sofa as Cillian appeared on the screen. He had been away for a month now, you'd both fallen into a routine of almost nightly skype calls unless he had a late night shoot or you had a late work meeting.

The sight of him on the screen settled your whole body, his comforting irish accent. He looked tired, but cosy in his black top and glasses. "Are you sleeping?" you asked, instinctively knowing he wasn't getting enough sleep.

He looked sheepish, running his hand over his face "A little, I miss you" he sighed.

You nodded, adjusting the cushion behind your back "Miss you too Cill, only a few weeks and I'll be there"

His eyes lit up, a smile on his face as you reminded him "I'll sleep then" he confirmed, you couldn't help but giggle at him. "how was your day? Was your meeting ok?" he asked, settling into a normal conversation, one you would usually have over dinner in your new house in Dublin. The new house that was still missing furniture in places and boxes still needing to be unpacked, you need sometime to get it into some order, you had planned to get Cillian's study set up first, with all his records out of storage, his books on the shelves but work had took up a lot of your time.

You sighed grabbing your wine "It was fine, we lost the deal on the big contract so of course that was my fault" you rolled your eyes siping from the glass. Cillian rolled his eyes as well "you're too good for them love, shouldn't even work for them"

You smiled at his kindness, but you couldn't give up this job it gave you a lot of freedom to spend time with Cillian and also paid you enough to live comfortably with your own money. "I don't want to get a new job, I can deal with it" You stated, he nodded knowing not to push you on the matter especially when you weren't together in the same City.

He paused for a second or two, mulling over his next thought "When we have babies you can quit" he coyly smiled at you, you gave a small laugh.

"Will you quit as well then?" you asked jokingly, watching him closely. "Tommy pays the bills, love" he winked referring to his recurring role as the Birmingham Gangster. "Tommy, takes you away from me Cill" you retorted "take you away from our future babies" you rose a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

"You can come with me, you wont have work" he counteracted and you knew you weren't winning this one.

You nodded "how many babies?" you decided to indulge this conversation.

His eyes lit up again, a smile taking over his whole face "two possibly three. two boys and a girl" he decided, biting at his lip.

"You've been thinking Mr Murphy haven't you?" you smirked finger running the rim of the wine glass.

"a little" he shrugged, your heart was swelling at the thought of it. The thought of carrying his child, of having a little family with him, having mini Cillian's running around the house, the beautiful old victorian townhouse in Dublin, that you had both laid eyes on and instantly fell in love with.

"have you not?" he asked after a few minutes silence.

It was your turn to bite at your lip, of course you had, first you'd thought about what it would be like to be married to him and then that happened so your thoughts had changed to what it would be like to create a family with him.

"Of course" you nodded "all the time"

He laughed lightly, before sighing "god, just want to be home with ye now"

You rolled your eyes in jest "what so we can start the baby making?" you yawned unexpectedly.

"Well yeah but by the looks of it I tire you out just by talking" he rested back in the chair, arms behind his head.

"Never, it's just been a long day" you sighed, shifting position on the sofa.

"take me up to bed, I'll wait until you fall asleep" he suggested softly.

You didn't need to be told twice, climbing the staircase to your shared room, placing the iPad on the bedside table, you were shamelessly already in your night cloths needing the comfort after work, you brushed your teeth, pulling your hair into a bun. You climbed under the heavy duvet, snuggling into his side of the bed. "maybe you should sleep as well Cill" you suggested with another yawn.

"Yeah maybe when you're asleep" he smiled "get some rest, I love you" he added as you told him you loved him, flicking out the bedside lamp. 

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