les sequelles - Cillian Murphy & Thomas Shelby

37. Christmas Eve

Summary: Christmas is never simple with the Shelby's

Paring: Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Christmassy Smut.

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You'd been ushered out of your own Christmas Eve party by Tommy and his brothers, grabbing just a handful of items, as the whole family got into their cars, Charlie in the back with Aunt Polly.

Now half an hour later, you were back in the Small Heath family home, Tommy, John and Arthur out on buisness because obviously violence couldn't wait for Christmas to be over.

You and Tommy had been together just under a year, you'd worked at the betting shop, watched him meet, fall in love and then lose Grace.

You'd been just a bit of relief for him at first but then he'd admitted how much he loved you, swept you right off your feet, gave you everything you'd only ever dreamt of.

But, tonight you watched as he grabbed the framed photo of Grace from the hall side table, you knew in the rational part of your mind that of course he would, she was Charlie's mother, Tommy had loved her and made a child with her.

In the irrational part of your mind you knew you would never live up to her in his eyes, you would never capture his heart the way she had, you wouldn't be here in his family home, if Grace was still alive.

"This house is so small" Ada huffed as she slumped down in the chair opposite you at the table, breaking your train of thought.

You were both in your evening dresses, cigarettes poised between your fingers, you smiled at her with a small nod "Especially with all the kids" you laughed lightly.

"They've all bunked in Polly's room, so they're be out of sight until morning" You could see the relief on her face, Karl had entered the clingy stage and hadn't given Ada much space all day.

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You had run Tommy a bath, keeping it warm in front of the fire, you'd never been in his bedroom within the family home, it was a world away from Arrow House.

You'd changed from your dress into the silk night dress and gown Tommy had bought you back from London, for an early Christmas gift.

The door to the bedroom opened, Tommy strode in, his thick coat and evening jacket discarded, your eyes travelled over him, his waistcoast tight against his frame, the gun stil sat in the holster, there was blood evident on his skin, eyes wild.

Without a word you were pulled into his chest, his face buried in the sweet soft skin of your neck, you held him let his body relax against you.

When he pulled away slowly, his lips grazing yours, you took his hand, leading him to the bed, his eyes locked on you, your fingers made quick work of the straps on his holster, the buttons on his waistcoat, the tight knot of his tie, slowing your pace on his shirt buttons.

Your lips brushing across the scar on his chest, you pushed him lightly so he fell to rest on his elbows, your skilled fingers worked at his belt buckle, the fastening on his trousers, Tommy lifted his hips so you could pull the material to pool around his ankles.

Tommy had pushed a hand through your hair, cupping at your jaw as you removed the only barrier between him and your lips, his boxers pooling with his trousers.

Your gaze dragged over his hard cock, standing proudly between his legs, you cheekily licked your lips, before you sunk your mouth down on him, his head falling back.

"Fuck, fuck" he panted, so wound up he was already needing to release.

His hand was back in your hair, tugging lightly at the strands as you worked your mouth on his cock, letting your tongue swirl around his tip before you swallowed him down to the back of your throat.

"Jesus Christ" he swore, head flying up as he hit the back of your contracting throat.

Your hand cupped at his balls, mouth working up a frenzy on his cock "Get up here, fuck please" Tommy almost whined.

With one more tease at his tip you were straddling his thighs, he'd hitched the hem of your night gown to your hips, the tip of his slicked cock teasing between your folds.

"Ride me, fuck I need to feel you" his hands were cupping at your bare ass, as you positioned yourself almost dripping over him.

"I was so worried about you" you finally admitted, as you accepted his cock deep into your pussy.

"I always come back don't I, eh?" he asked, pounding up into you, the back of your thighs slapping against the top of his.

"I know, I just can't lose you" your head had fallen onto his shoulder as you rolled your hips down onto him.

Tommy lifted your head, cupping at your cheeks "Look at me, you won't ever, you and me eh?" his lips were pressed against yours as you rocked together, fingers clawing at each others skin.

You were suddenly tumbling into your orgasm, falling apart around his pulsing cock, his fingers were playing with your nipples through the silk of the night gown.

Grinding your hips down against him, you clenched your pussy around him watching his mouth fall open as he stilled below you, his cock pulsing ropes of cum inside you.

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Tommy had cleaned you up, leaving soft kisses across your skin before he had got into the bath.

You had poured him a glass of whiskey, wrapped your arms around his chest from behind, his free hand stroking up and down your arm.

"Do you love her more than you love me still?" You asked almost a whisper.

You felt Tommy's movements on your arm stop, could tell he was thinking over your question.

"I loved her, she will always be part of me but I love you, I can't even explain my love for you it consumes me" He moved slowly from your hold, pushing his body from the tub.

Taking your hand he stepped towards the bed, making you sit on the edge, as he dried and dressed in a cotton undershirt and boxers.

You watched him, as he stepped carefully across the room to his briefcase, taking something from inside.

"I never asked her to marry me in the traditional way, she was carrying my child I done the right thing but you, I've been planning this for weeks"

Your breath had caught in your throat as he got on one knee, taking your hand, his eyes searching your face "You keep me sane y/n, you make all of this seem worthwhile, you brought me back from the edge so many times"

Tommy stopped taking in the sight of you "I need you to be mine forever, I want you to be mine forever, so will you marry me?"

You nodded, hiccuping back the tears as he slipped the ring on your finger, the emerald glistening on the gold band "Yes, I couldn't imagine not being yours"

A smile pulled onto Tommy's face, a rare but heart stopping sight "One promise though" you smiled slightly, Tommy got onto the bed next to you pulling you onto his lap.

"Go on" He nudged his nose with yours "No more blood until the New Year" you giggled.

Tommy sighed amused by you, your small pout and pleading eyes "Merry Christmas Y/N" he smiled not making any promises he couldn't be sure he'd keep.

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