Thomas Shelby Imagines

A Minute

Tommy tried not to move as he slowly looked down to see you cradled to his bare chest. For a few moments he thought he was still asleep, waiting for this dream to return to his usual nightmares, the warmth of your soft skin under his hands the only thing telling him he was awake.

When he set eyes on you, working behind the bar at the Garrison he was speechless. Gone was the wide eyed, round faced girl he'd regretted holding back from before he left for the war, and in her place was a beauty Thomas didn't think could exist in the dirty back streets of Birmingham.

And now here you were, bare skin on his, your breath dragging Goosebumps across his neck, Faint bruises of his affection dusting the curve of your hips and your soft silky hair tangled into his hand. He wanted to wake you, to repeat what you'd both done the night before but he couldn't.

He'd lost count of the nights he'd sat in the trenches telling Danny that one day you'd be his, he'd be an honest man for you and of he had to he'd follow you to the ends of the earth. He counted the seconds that you were his, each rise of your chest had a sickening feeling of self-doubt settling through the Blinder.

He knew when you woke you'd leave, return to the way things were without him and he wasn't ready for it. Why would you stay with him, you'd run with Ada and her friends when you were younger and never once payed attention to him.

No. He was most certain that you'd wake up and leave him, the other men in the Garrison spoke of you, the girl that no man could touch. So why would you listen when he told you he loved you, or how he'd missed that sweet girl who'd argued with a copper till Poll had pulled you away.

As soon as you opened your eyes you would realise you'd been taken in by the badness he embodied and that was all. Just a minute more, he thought, just a minute more of you being his and he'd let you leave with no questions.

"Thomas?" you asked sleepily.

If he had planned to speak his words would have caught in his throat, here it comes he thought as you shifted next to him. He let his eyes fall shut and his arms loosened around you as he waited, relishing every last second.

Your soft lips pressed against his, and your hand cupped his face as his breath hitched. A strong calloused hand ran across your side, pulling you into him as he kissed you back.

"Oh my Tommy, I've waited so long for you to come home." You whispered against his lips.

Just like that he could think straight, his chest no longer felt tight and he knew without a doubt you wouldn't leave. After all these years he'd always thought of you, making you his. Never once had he thought how he was already yours.