WRITTEN FOR ME ( thomas shelby )

017 ━ Will Wait No More ..

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" Will Wait No More "

          SWEET RELIEF WERE TWO WORDS Jackie would use to describe how everything felt now.

She wouldn't constrain herself to describe such only a single moment from the ones that had followed after their embrace at the docks, but instead she would use those words to describe everything that led up to where they were now, laid comfortably naked in a hotel bed. Everything, from the firm grip on his hand reminding her what security felt like, their mutual desperation rendering them breathless and flaring with blushes in their cheeks after each kiss stolen once privacy draped their reunion, the retracing of old vows, right upon each other's skin on marks that will leave shivers of love for days to come, until the vows are renewed again.

Jackie had listened patiently for a while to Thomas' breath as it slowed down a little further than her own breath's descent from the second high they've climbed towards and past. In their passion, they had completely ravaged the initial neatness of the bedsheets now wrinkled beneath them.

With her head rested on his shoulder, she had at first found it compelling to trace with her eyes alone the contour of his jaw. Then, accepting that her excitement had not yet worn off, she slid her right hand off of his chest to the space between them; her palm became an anchor grasping the sheets to help Jackie correct her posture with utmost grace, such that she propped herself up on her left elbow without a clear disturbance to Tommy's quick surrender to sleep.

It was a sweet bliss indeed to look down upon his relaxed features and know that vulnerability of such nature could only mean he felt as safe with her as she did with him.

Her right hand lifted again, this time reaching out to his face. She neared her thumbs so close that warmth radiated off of his cheek for her to feel. Yet she dared not touch. Instead, she caressed the air down the side of his face, tilting her head to the side with her motion leading down to his neck. Every inch of skin that she ghosted was bathed into silent adoration by her gaze, draped in a calm shade by her eyelashes hanging low with remnants of unspeakable desire she knew better than to believe will ever leave her. She caught herself thinking then — they will be old and fragile and she'd still look at him like his lips dripped with honey; if that was not love, Jackie feared there was no such thing in the whole world as love.

Eventually, her almost-touch reached down to Tommy's collarbone, where her sight demanded a pause by stopping on the rings he wore on the necklace she had noticed only too briefly during sex to actually care to assimilate what it meant. Now, with all the time in the world for losing herself in thought, Jackie was quick to realize one of the rings was an engagement ring and the other looked more like a wedding ring, both otherwise of a gentle elegance.

With her heart crowded between inflated lungs holding her breath, Jackie looked down and sought to see whether or not he was wearing a wedding ring too.

"They're yours," Tommy murmured. His voice carried itself with unexpected depth, interrupting Jackie's breathlessness and calling her attention back to his features. She was surprised to met with a sight of his eyes remaining closed even as he reached out and slid a gentle touch on top of her hand he must have felt hovering above his chest. He guided her to reach down and rest her palm on his tattoo, only to then help her reach the two rings.

Jackie needed no verbal communication to understand what he wanted of her; she took the two rings in her hand, committing to feeling their delicacy between her thumbs.

"I ordered them after I left the hotel that day," Tommy recalled, opening his eyes and staring straight up at the ceiling. "Before Kimber and all that happened."