les sequelles - Cillian Murphy & Thomas Shelby

25. Birthday

Summary: Just a filthy one shot for our mans birthday. 

Warnings: Smut. 

Pairing: Cillian x Fem!Reader 

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It had been a hard task getting Cillian to your destination without him figuring out something was happening.

He just knew you so well, knew when you were trying your hardest to keep something from him in an instant.

Somehow you had made it, the view over the Coast of Kerry was breath taking, you'd rented out his favourite holiday cottage, organised a handful of friends and close family to be there, he'd been away filming for months making it back three days before his birthday.

You were watching him now, stood in the back garden with uninterrupted views of the sun setting over the sea, he was nursing his fifth Guinness, the widest smile on his face as he spoke with his childhood friends.

"Great party, love" Cillian's dad was stood at your side, his whole family had welcomed you as soon as you'd met them nearly four years ago.

You were unsure at first, Cillian was divorced, twenty two years your senior and a movie star.

You were still at university when you met him, working at the theatre that was showing grief in Dublin.

It hadn't been anything serious a few dinner dates a couple of shy kisses but nothing to ever indicate you'd be stood here now.

It took him a year to finally admit how serious he was about you, you'd gone through countless times of him being away for weeks, small arguments over stupid things because you just missed him, then you'd been paranoid about his divorce, feeling so young and naive in his world.

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You were stood with a small group of your friends when Cillian came over, his arm snaking round your waist, chin on your shoulder.

"Can I steal her away ladies?" He asked, a squeeze at your waist.

Your friends nodded with a smile as you followed Cillian across the garden. His fingers intertwined with yours.

Finally you were alone after a day of entertaining, you watched as Cillian relaxed his shoulders, a deep breath leaving his mouth.

"Thank you so much for this" he smiled, pulling you towards his body.

"You deserve it" you smiled arms wrapping around his shoulders.

"Don't deserve any of this especially not you" he nudged his nose against yours.

"Of course you do, I don't deserve you" you stood on your tiptoes to press your lips with his.

His tongue instantly licked into your mouth, hot and firm against your own, his hands slipping to the curve of your backside.

"Can't wait until we're alone, been a long few months darling" he smirked, forehead pressed against yours.

You slowly ran your fingers over the slight bulge in his jeans "aching for you" you smiled sweetly.

"Fuck do you think they will notice if we sneak off?" He brushed his lips softly across yours.

"You're the main purpose of this whole evening I'm sure they'd notice" you pouted, pressing your lower body into his.

Cillian hissed put a breath "this dress is such a tease as well" his fingers hooked under the hem of your ivory silk cami dress.

His fingers caught against the soft skin of your thighs, making an small quivering sigh leave your parted lips.