angel | the peaky blinders

10. don't mess w my man

MALAEYA KISSED TOMMY'S LIPS as they sat together in the snug of the Garrison, the Shelby man pulling the barmaid away for some private time and plus, Tommy just couldn't keep his hands off Malaeya.

     A giggle escaped her lips as Tommy kissed her cheek, moving up to her ear. "Honestly, you've got to stop pulling me away from doing my job." She told him but a smile never left her lips.

     Tommy nuzzled his nose into the side of her neck, inhaling her scent. "They can live without you for a bit. Can't help the fact I know you love when I'm spontaneous." He began to kiss her again, his lips finding her own and Malaeya placed her hand on the back of his neck to try and bring him in closer to her.

     She pulled away, her eyelashes fluttering at the beauty of Thomas Shelby. They were both enamoured with one another, both of them going through the honeymoon phase of their relationship and none of them wanting this phase to end.

     "You have no idea." She smiled widely, kissing Tommy a couple more times before she pushed him gently off of her so she could get up.

     Malaeya patted down her attire and tied her apron back on. Tommy grabbed his cigarettes out of his jacket pocket and placed one in his mouth, lighting it. "You found a dress yet?" He asked her, inhaling the smoke.

     The Original shrugged her shoulders. "Can't choose what to wear. Perks of being a thousand years old Tom," she moved closer to him as she spoke quietly. "Too many clothes, too many options, too much thinking."

     Tommy blew out some smoke towards the ceiling before he looked back down on Malaeya. He pushed a strand of her hair out of her face. "My handkerchief is white if that helps you."

     Malaeya playfully smiled, nodding her head. "Alright Mr Shelby,"  she kissed him one more time before standing up. "I've really got to go Tom. Remember the meeting you have soon." She gave him a look which made him nod his head.

     "Of course, of course," he stood up from his seat as Malaeya walked out the snug door to head behind the bar. She ignored Grace who raised an eyebrow at the Original, not having seen her enter the snug. Malaeya opened the window to the private room, smiling at Tommy who was about to knock. "Mind giving me a bottle of whiskey and three glasses please my love."

     Grace raised both her eyebrows, his love? The way Tommy gazed at Malaeya and her back at Tommy. Were they together? She thought to herself as she watched their interaction.

     Malaeya nodded her head. "Irish?"

     "Yes please." He puffed on his cigarette, his eyes never leaving Malaeya's small frame.

     Grace pursed her lips, finding now a good opportunity to talk to Thomas. "I've decided not to go, to the races," Grace stated making Tommy turn his attention to her. Malaeya walked over to the man, placing the bottle of whiskey and three glasses in front of him. Tommy briefly met her eyes and Malaeya rolled her own eyes which made him chuckle. Grace shifted her feet side to side, she felt nervous but carried on. "Not unless you give me another two pound, ten shilling toward the dress."

     Tommy raised an eyebrow, unimpressed at the blonde for trying to haggle with him but he went along anyways. They needed Grace for their plan, can't back down now.

     Malaeya walked away from the window, grabbing a cloth to polish the glasses as she watched their interaction. "I've already given you three." He replied back to her.

     "How much did you pay for the suit you'll be wearing?" Grace countered, gesturing to the suit he's currently wearing.

     "Oh I don't pay for the suits," Tommy admitted to her. "My woman insists she pays for the suits she picks out for me," he gestured to Malaeya who smiled at Grace with a smile that made the blonde feel very unnerved. But the feeling of anger and jealousy bubbled in Grace's chest when Tommy called Malaeya his grew and grew and grew. "Otherwise, my suits are on the house or the house burns down."