les sequelles - Cillian Murphy & Thomas Shelby

37. Match

Summary: The perfect match?

Warnings: Pure Fluff, mentions of smut

Pairing: Cillian x Fem!Reader

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You weren't really expecting a reply when you had swiped right on his profile, sent that first message but that was three months ago.

You were still finding it hard to believe he had picked you out of thousands of girls swiping right for him on the dating app.

You weren't exactly sure if he was actually Cillian Murphy or some fake profile who would then turn up to the first date not the person you thought, but he'd relieved your worries by FaceTiming you almost daily.

Here you were pulling up outside his townhouse on the quiet street, overnight bag stashed on the back seat because he had invited you over for dinner and 'to sleep finally, darling' you hadn't been up for spending the night before, you didn't like to feel like you were rushing.

He'd been more than comfortable dropping you home or walking you to your car at the end of the evening with a soft kiss to your lips, telling you to text him when you were home safe.

You could tell he was nervous about asking if you wanted to stay over but he'd said it so sweetly you couldn't refuse, truthfully you'd been wanting it for a few weeks now.

You made your way in to his house, with the key he had given you just incase, sometimes he'd ask for you to come over before he'd finished work or landed back in Dublin after weeks away.

Cillian watched as you came through the front door, bag on your shoulder.

"Hey love" he called from the kitchen where he was making dinner.

You placed your bag at the bottom of the stairs, ready to take up later, calling out a hello as you took off your shoes.

Padded along the hall to the kitchen, you were pulled into his body, a kiss to your forehead.

"look cosy" he commented, you had decided on a a cropped sweatshirt and gym shorts.

Your hands slipped up the back of his T-shirt feeling his warm soft skin.

"wanted to feel homely" you smiled up at him, "always feels at home with you here" he left a lingering kiss to your neck a slight blush rising on your cheeks.

Dinner was delicious, a couple of hours talking and laughing, hands brushing across the table occasionally, followed by sharing the tidying up because you insisted, then a few beers in the garden with views of the sunsetting over the harbour.

Bed was cosy, spent rolling around the mattress hands exploring, mouths connected almost permanently nothing too far, but Cillian was sure he'd love to see you biting your lip, pulling at his hair under his touch more often.

You were curled just away from his body due to the stuffy late night heat that even the air con couldn't break through, your hand on his arm so you still had contact.

Cillians fingers were tickling lightly at your thigh, he was certain he could see you here permanently if you wanted to be, he was really okay with the fact he was falling in love with you more every time you were with him.

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From peakyscillian on Tumblr.