Peaky Blinders Imagines

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WE DON'T NEED A WEEKEND
WARNING:SMUT
WORDS:1667

She didn't know when it happened, but she knew when she became aware of it. After her first wedding anniversary with John Shelby, she found herself drinking herself stupid in the Garrison with Lizzie and Polly. Through tears and slurred words, she expressed what she'd been holding in since her arranged marriage.
"Truth be told, I don't even know if my husband likes me, much less wants a baby. It's already been a year," she said or rather wailed into her pint glass.

Even in her stupor, she could feel the room still. She blinked and cleared her eyes enough to see the two women, strongholds in the Shelby family in their own rights, looking at her the way a school teacher would look at a dunce.
"Oh, I see," Polly said suddenly, a lightbulb almost visibly going off in her head.
"You're just as stupid as each other. Forgive me. For some reason, I thought it would be impossible for John to meet his match in that area."

Lizzie choked at the sentiment as she laughed.
"That's definitely it. A bit irritating, though," Lizzie mumbled before taking a sip of her rum.
"Am I stupid for only just realizing it?" The newest Shelby bride asked, preparing herself to indulge in reenforced sobs and a hearty gulp of mild ale.
"No, you're stupid for thinking it at all," Lizzie cut her off.
"If I find another man as obsessed with the woman he's married to as John is with you, I'll eat my fucking hat. It's actually disgusting."

"Honestly, you could have just about anything he can give you. I was a tad worried he'd sign off his portion of the company right to you about six months into this whole thing."
"Yeah, you could have anything you want, and you didn't even know it."

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It turned out that it was a mix of being busy with the Shelby Company expansion and not wanting to overwhelm her with his infatuation that had John avoiding his wife. But once she mentioned that he'd gone too far and made her think he didn't like her at all, he began laying it on thick. She now had no doubt in her mind that she was loved and even leaned into being spoiled with more than she could ever want.

The couple stood in their bedroom, and John kissed her like he was eating a good meal. He savored every moment of her pillowy lips against his, let his tongue run across them before sliding between. This was enough for her face to heat up, but thoughts about indecency were washed over as she sunk into the feeling of his wandering hands over her slip. He'd do this in public if she let him. Her eyes closed when he covered her cheeks in kisses, then traveled to her neck.

"Have you started looking for something nice for us? A house with land?"
"Yes, ma'am," John breathed against her skin.
"And you're taking time off so we can take the kids to the fair?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said, though distracted by the newly available territory once he moved her strap off her shoulder.
"And will you be here for dinner tomorrow?"

He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in his wife's chest. She blinked at the odd angle, but his confession made it all make sense.
"No," he mumbled. "Gotta go to London."

John sunk his teeth into the top of her fleshy cleavage, almost earning a smack, but he soothed it quickly with his tongue. She reached up and gripped his chin, turning his face to her. John was already pouting with an apologetic look in his eye.
"Tommy just told me I'll be there all weekend."

She sighed then tsked, turning away from his embrace. She muffled her laugh when John all but whined. While John going out of the blue was never fun, at least he wasn't calling from a London payphone this time. It wasn't the end of the world, but she was looking forward to a weekend of family time. Maybe being spoiled was going to her head, but she felt well within her right to throw a tiny tantrum or at least get John to make up for leaving her side in advance.