Thomas Shelby Imagines

Stay (Part Two)

Tommy wasn't sure what would break first. His mind or his patience. Weeks passed and he started to fear that you weren't coming back. But he knew you would.

You wanted to be part of the world, to lose yourself in it and never worry about where you headed too next. But deep down you had a fear, a fear that only Tommy understood, A fear that the world you crave would destroy you. So you were always planning, overthinking, plotting your root so carefully that if he really tried he could find you.

But that wasn't how it worked. You would return when the wanderlust had faded, to the safety of Tommy, needing someone to protect you while you recuperated. You'd sleep in his bed and stain the mattress with the scent of your perfume, cloud his mind with distractions when he needed to be doing something, you'd fill his house with laughter like you did before Tommy had even heard the word war.

"Mr Shelby, she's down stairs." The maid informed Tommy who was jerked out of his thoughts and headed down stairs as she shrugged his under shirt on.

He stopped in the doorway to take you in, noting that this time, your return home was different. There was no bold declaration that you were retaking a place in his home, no suspicious gentlemen that wouldn't leave you be so you brought them back for Tommy to 'deal with'.

This time it was just you, no luggage, worn down shoes and tears in your eyes. He slowly made his way towards you, seating himself in front of you so your knees were trapped between his. Your hands slowly made their way to his, playing with his fingers as the tears pooled at your chin and dripped to your lap.

"Tommy?" You whispered his name as if it was something you loved dearly.

He couldn't bring himself to say anything. Instead he wiped your tears away and waited for you to say something.

"I was so... scared and I tried to stay away as long as I could... you told me to leave and I didn't think you wanted me to come back, but I wanted." You paused as he lent his head against your forehead, listening to you finally open up to him. "I wanted you, for you to fix everything and why do I always come back to you?"

He didn't answer your question. Instead he kissed you, taking your breath away, his hand sliding to cup the back of your neck. You gladly absorbed the emotion Tommy poured into you. Years of unrequited love turned into a heated kiss.

"It's because you love me." Tommy muttered against your lips. "You always come home because you love me."