Tommy drove up to the wagon near the dark forests where he had been camping for ideas and answers to where she had gone.
He parked the car far up the engine dying down. Rosina hopped out with Tommy, observing the scenery surrounding her.
The dead fire which had once sparked, old newspapers crumpled. Half bottles of empty liquor lay broken. His wagon was painted burgundy and high steps led inside.
A small bed in the corner, as well as a Chester draws which took up half of the wagon.
Her eyes could not believe it her necklace that he had made for her still lay there not broken or neither scratched.
It made her rethink the past on whether or not she did chuck it out of that small window
"Michael gave it to me, saw you chuck it. But found it on the floor when you drove off with John and Esme" Tommy silently spoke up as he entered the wagon
"Good riddance, It was" Rose sighed as she sunk into the small bed
"I've broken you from me, Rose" Tommy sighed with upset sadness. He picked up the rest of an empty bottle of whiskey. Taking a swig he handed it to Rose
"It's your fault Thomas" Gulping down the burning liquid, she closed her eyes
"I want answers, Tommy"
"I learnt long ago to hate my enemies, but I've never fallen in love with one before"
"I camped here to find you because... He paused
"You weren't even an enemy to begin with when I saw you in that black silk dress..." Thomas smiled
"I had my eye on you and I didn't even know it" leaning against the draws
"I was the devil lurking not wanting to think of a light source to guide me" Tommy sighed to himself
"What was I to you, Thomas?" She sat up against the headboard, her hands moulded around the bottle as she looked at him
"A saviour from being me, from stopping me hearing those shovels against the walls" They both met with lust in their eyes.
Rosina managed to neck down the rest of the whiskey with an empty bottle in her hand.
With no spoken words, Tommy scarcely moved closer towards the crippled bed. Rosina chucked the empty bottle of whiskey.
Smashing into pieces, she sat up in the bed, Tommy took initiative and wrapped Rosina's legs around his waist kicking off her small black boots along with her tights and unzipping her long skirt.
And her Navy Blue dress underneath just left naked. Her boobs danced as she scrambled with the buttons of his shirt. His pistol is being thrown along with the satchel.
His blazer and coat were on the ground joined with Rosina's clothes.
The shirt is being thrown as well along with the trousers and the briefs. His naked body pressed onto hers.
"You abandoned me" Rosina scraped her nails along his back
"For your whiskey sours and whores" With no warning she plunged inside him causing Tommy to groan
"I didn't mean to" Tommy murmured
"You were a child" He added adjusting himself into a position
"A child who was married to you, who carried your son" Rosina moaned. Her whines and moans welcome him back home
"And welcomed him into the world" She mumbled her words out barely. Stroking the back of his head, running his fingers through his short hair
"I love you..."Tommy pulled her up and ran his hands up and down her back. Feeling her soft skin as his hands massaged
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His mended heart
FanfictionTommy was never brought up with comfort and love , he was brought up with a scolding and a beaten. One duchess is gonna change that. Rosina was the goddess everyone desired to be. Inside Rosina was aching for an escape from her troubled life. A gan...
