les sequelles - Cillian Murphy & Thomas Shelby

6. Practice

Practice | Cillian x Fem!Reader | One Shot |

Summary: Cillian is trying to get a scene right in his latest film, so ofc you're there to help him, that's what friends do right? 

Warnings: Smut.

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You had gone to Cillian's for dinner, because he was fretting that he'd be away filming for a few months and you wouldn't be having your usual dinners every week.

You'd met him one night at an Art Show, you'd both been sent by your management and agreed it was just not your kind of art, leaving for a drink in the bar next door, some unlikely friendship grew, you were a professional dancer and him an actor. His Dublin home was the most comforting place, he'd welcomed you in with open arms and you always found yourself at his more than your own smaller apartment in the City centre, you had a guest room just for nights when you weren't feeling the drive back and Cillian liked the company when he was home. You watched him now from the doorway, he was reading lines something he rarely done in your presence but tonight he had decided he was going to need help, you'd laughed at first, you? read lines? 'oh, only if you dance with me Cill' had left your lips, to which he'd rolled those blue eyes and handed you the script. The frustration on his face was evident, you were biting back a smile "Please read this seriously, y/n" he grumbled, you sighed sitting on the sofa. "I'm not a natural like you" you pointed out, topping up the wine glass. "It's meant to be passionate, have chemistry and heat" he grabbed for his beer, taking a long sip. You stood up, determined to help him, his frustrated face was adorable but you weren't here to think about how good he looked all the time, those were thoughts you pushed to the back of your mind almost daily, but if he wanted chemistry and heat you would offer it to him on a plate.

Cillian was reading his lines without the script now, his eyes burning into yours, you felt weak at the knee's his mouth forming words you couldn't register, the wave of heat that rushed through your whole body as his hand grabbed your waist, pulling you close to his body.

You're eyes were searching his face, scrambling for the script on the table because you had forgotten every word, possibly how to even speak in this moment.

Cillian pressed his forehead to yours, hand cupping your cheek, the passion running through his veins was real, this scene in his head was happening with you. You stumbled over the lines of the script, coming to the end with a deep content sigh, you'd reached the start of the initmate scene that Cillian had joked earlier he wasn't expecting you to run through. You went to pull back from his body, your heart racing, but Cillian had other idea's, hand still on your hip he pulled you closer, as close as you could to fit against his solid chest. "We don't have to stop" he spoke confidently, thumb running over your bottom lip.

You had no words again, your head nodding a yes, your hips pushing into his. He took your hand, leading you straight to the stairs, he turned, you were on the step below him, looking up at him with eager anticipation. "We can't go back from this" he spoke softly, hand still tangled with yours. You shook your head, squeezing his fingers "I don't want to go back from this" A smile broke out on his face, he lent down to catch your lips finally, hands cupping your face, nipping along your lip to slip his tongue into your warm mouth.

Pulling away, he pratically dragged you up the other stairs, straight into his room, arm looped around your waist tugging you back into his body, lips back on yours. Your hands were carding through his hair, tugging lightly as the pressure of his lips heightened, he was walking you backwards, the back of your knee's hitting the edge of his bed, he tipped you back onto the mattress the soft white covers accepting your body, he crawled over you, eyes blazing with desire.