les sequelles - Cillian Murphy & Thomas Shelby

15. Normal

Normal | Cillian x Fem!Reader | 

Summary : Cillian is on his long half a year break, sometimes you get to live a normal life and make exciting plans. 

 Warning: Smut, Language

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The smell of the food Cillian was making in the kitchen filled your senses as you entered the house, you dropped your gym bag on the hall floor, kicking off your trainers.

Having Cillian home was always a treat but this time it was even more of one, you had just got married two months earlier and were still in pure just wed bliss.

You padded through to the kitchen, pulling your hair back into the high bun it had started to fall out of, Cillian was in a simple jumper and jeans, tea towel over his shoulder as he stirred something on the hob, he was humming and bobbing along to the music from his speaker, so unaware that your were stood watching from the doorway.

You made your way over, wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his back, his body heat radiating onto you as his free hand ran up and down your arm. 

"One second baby, let me just add some spice" he mused reaching for the cupboard, you still attached to him.

His full attention was on you as he spun round in your loose hold, his lips dropping instinctively to yours, arms wrapped around you.

"Good class?" he asked as you nodded with a slightly yawn. 

 "Missed you putting me through my paces, though" you sighed uncurling from his grasp to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.  

You slipped onto a stool at the large marble island in the middle of the kitchen, so you had a view of Cillian as he cooked.

"Had a call with Janeane today, shes going to send the decorators round so we can finalise the two guest rooms" he was pouring you a glass of wine as he spoke.

You had bought the house just before the wedding, it had been a slight work in progress but nothing to overwhelming, Cillian having time off was a blessing, you could both plan the rooms together and it definitely made it feel more like home.

"I was thinking we could use one, as a nursery?" you hesitantly questioned.

Cillian rested the spoon on the side of the pan, turning to lean against the oven, a small smile on his face.

"For our baby?" he quirked an eyebrow

"Future babies, I'm not trying to hint that I'm pregnant so don't even think like that" you laughed sipping from the wine, to prove your point.

"Babies?" he was really smiling now, this wasn't something you had ever spoke about in depth.

Cillian was in his mid forties and you were nearly thirty, neither of you had ever even asked if Children was something you wanted but evidently it was.

"Yes I want all your babies Cill" you confirmed he was turning off the hob, the tea towel pulled from his shoulder.

You squealed as he scooped you into his arms, carrying you out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

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 Cillian had dropped you as light as possible on your shared bed, crawling over your body to press his lips with yours. 

 "Cill, I need a shower I'm gross" you complained his lips inches from your mouth. 

 "We need to make babies" he smirked, hand running under your gym top