les sequelles - Cillian Murphy & Thomas Shelby

31. This Christmas

Summary : Starting new traditions this christmas.

Warnings: Pure fluff!

Pairing: Cillian x OC Female.

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Cillian wasn't even shocked when he entered the lounge, the Christmas music blaring, all the christmas lights switched on even though it was still daylight and they didn'y have the same effect.

Wren was surrounded by rolls of wrapping paper, red and green gift bows and she looked like she was wrestling with a wild animal not a overstuffed fluffy pink unicorn, requested by Cillian's neice.

Cillian couldn't help the goofy smile on his face as she blew her fringe from her eyes and tried to once again stick the edges down with around a metre of sticky tape.

"Need a hand, love?" he finally asked as she flopped defeated ontp the pile of stuffed toy and wrapping paper.

"Maybe Unicorns aren't meant to be wrapped" Wren sighed as Cillian stepped towards her, this was their third Christmas together after ironically meeting at a Christmas party.

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Wren was a friend of Cillian's sister in-law and had been invited to their annual Christmas Eve party, which Cillian had finally managed to attend after a few years of missing it.

Wren was by the mulled wine, trying to figure out who to mingle with when she only knew a handful of people, Cillian was starting to regret even saying he's be back in time to attend, he knew a total of three people.

He'd made his way to the drinks in the corner of the room, Wren had given him a shy smile, moved out of the way of the glasses.

"Nothing worse than slightly cold mulled wine" he commented noticing Wren not touching the half full cup in her hand.

"Just wish I knew where the real wine was" she had replied turning to face Cillian fully.

"I know where they keep the good stuff" Cillian winked, gesturing for her to follow him.

Wren didn't even hesistate, she was glad of the distraction from overthinking about starting up a conversation with a group of strangers.

Cillian had led her to the garage, where he was rummaging through a few cabinets, knowing his brother always stashed a few good bottles of wine and occasionally a whiskey bottle in one of them.

"Should you be doing this?" Wren quizzed, leaning against the wall, untouched wine in her hand still.

"I know my brother hides the good stuff" his head was in the last cabinet, Wren couldn't help her eyes dragging over his body.

He was very attractive.

"Oh you're the mysterious Cillian" Wren had clocked on now, this was the movie star brother.

"The one and only" Cillian turned round, with a bottle of red and a half drunk bottle of whiskey "I know him so well" he laughed.

"Whiskey?" He asked holding out the bottle, Wren nodded taking it from him.

Unscrewing the top she locked eyes with Cillian before pressing the bottle to her lips and taking a long swig swallowing the golden liquid without whincing.

Cillian was sure he fell in love with her in those mere seconds.

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Wren stopped wrestling with the wrapping paper when she felt Cillian's eyes on her "Why are you staring?" she giggled.

Cillian shrugged finally sitting next to her "Just thinking about how much I've loved you since pratically the minute I met you"

Wren sat up straight, eyes scanning his face for any hint of a joke "You did not" she smirked shoving at his shoulder lightly.

"You downed that whiskey like a pro and I just felt like I wouldn't ever be able to find anyone else like you" Cillian had bundled her into his arms, peeling a strip of cellotape from her brown hair.

"Is that why you called me the next day and told me you had organised a date and you'd pick me up at 7?" Wren had tangled her fingers in the curls at the base of his neck.

"Of Course, and also because Paddy & Ellen had warned me you had been seeing someone for a few weeks and I just knew I needed to get in there" Cillian laughed.

"Cill you're so sweet" Wren had quickly pressed her lips against his, never tiring of his kisses.

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Cillian looked up from where he was sat on the sofa, presents had been wrapped, chinese takeaway had been demolished and Wren had disappared about fifteen minutes ago.

She was now in the doorway, in some novelty Christmas Pyjamas, with a half drunk bottle of whiskey.

"Thought this could be a new Christmas Tradition that we start"

Padding across the lounge in the fluffiest christmas socks Cillian had ever seen, she stood in front of him.

Eyes never leaving his as she unscrewed the top of the bottle, pressed the rim to her lips and sunk a mouthful without even a flinch just like the first time they met.

She grinned at him wiping her lips with the back of her hand "There's matching pyjamas on the bed, get changed Murphy we've got whiskey to drink" she flopped down on the sofa, pressing a kiss to his cheek the whiskey on her breath.

Cillian knew This Christmas would be the start of making new traditions with his Wren.

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