les sequelles - Cillian Murphy & Thomas Shelby

20. Spice

Spice | Cillian x Fem!Reader 

Summary: Twenty years of marriage, maybe it needs some spicing up? 

Warnings: Smut/Language

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Cillian dropped a kiss to your forehead as he moved off you, that was all it seemed to be now, so routine, always just before Cillian got up for his morning run and you got up to start getting your two children ready for the day.

"Love you" he hummed before he entered the en-suite as you replied with a heartfelt 'I love you' at his back. 

 You laid there on the kingsize bed, wondering how your sex life with your adoring, attractive husband of twenty years had become so boring?. 

 ** 

 You pulled the clean washing out of the machine into the basket on top of the dryer, this house was a never ending stream of dirty clothes dropped by hampers in teenage bedrooms.

You heard the door close upstairs, signalling your husband back from his run, calling for the kids to wake up because it was Friday and he was dropping them at school.

Cillian was in the kitchen, sorting out breakfast for everyone, he turned to take the loaded washing basket from you, with a kiss to your lips. 

 "I was thinking, lets take the kids to my parents this weekend, leave them to have time with their grandparents and we can book into that fancy hotel in Cork" he had put the basket down on the table, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

 "Oh yeah? stay in bed all weekend?" you asked a smirk on your face, his hands cupping at your backside. 

 "That's the plan I had in mind" he chuckled

"Ew, da don't touch mam's bum" your eleven year old son cringed from the kitchen doorway. 

 You laughed looking at your son, Lorcan over Cillian's shoulder 

 "Need help with your school tie bub?" you asked. 

 "Mam, I'm told old to be called bub" He rolled his blue eyes 

 Cillian pulled away from you, Lorcan padded over tie bunched in his hand, Cillian had been teaching him how to tie it for a few months now, you ruffled his hair as you passed. 

 You made your way to the stairs, heading to your sixteen year old daughters bedroom, hoping she would be out of bed and somewhat ready, before her and Cillian once again clashed over her time keeping skills. 

 ** 

 Clodagh huffed after the two and a half hour drive to Cillian's parents she was free from the car, but she was not happy about having to spend the weekend at her grandparents with her baby brother when there was a houseparty all her friends were going to in Dublin. 

 Cillian was getting so strict with her the older she got, you were always trying to stop their constant bickering. 

 You knew the moment Cillian held her in his arms sixteen years ago they were going to be the best of friends, but right now with her teenage hormones raging Cillian was finding it hard to get through to her. 

 "Act like you're happy to see your grandparents, even if you dislike me" Cillian sighed as they made their way up the path to Cillian's childhood home. 

 You sighed you just wanted a peaceful weekend, with Cillian not stressing over his daughter sudden dislike for him. 

 Clodagh just rolled her eyes, her expressive blue eyes both the children got those from their father.