Alfie Solomons Imagines

With Me

"You alright sweetheart?" Alfie asked as you dawdled in the door way.

"Yes fine!" you squeaked when you spotted him watching you, hurrying away before he could press the matter.

Similar incidences happened through the week, Alfie would spot you somewhere worrying, ask what was wrong and you you'd scurry away pretending nothing was on your mind. Eventually he had enough, usually you told Alfie any little thing that worried you, although it was more out of nervous fear of the huge man, but he'd grown fond of the nervous chatter and even coaxed a genuine laugh out of you a few times.

"Ollie said you wanted me." You burst into Alfie's door, freezing and going back to knock which made him laugh softly.

"Yeah, think we need a chat." He's voice was firm enough for you to know it wasn't an offer, but it had a warm gentleness to it that made you forget what you'd been hiding from him.

"We do?" you asked, sitting in the chair he pointed to.

"I think we may do." He gave you a look that was gentle but it quickly grew heavy, reminding you that Alfie wasn't above making even you vanish if you pushed him too far.

"I got offered another job and it's in a city I've never been to." You mumbled quietly, playing with a loose thread on your clothes instead of looking at Alfie.

"Right well... you already got a job, don't need a new one." He grumbled, leaning on his elbows when you glanced up at him.

"They offered a bit more and a big house in the country." You winced when you sounded excited at the thought and swallowed as you waited for Alfie to get angry.

"Who'd you be working for, can't let you go without knowing you're safe now can we." He smiled gently and watched for any sign that you might be lying to him, his hands running over his beard as he waited.

"Thomas... Thomas Shelby." You whispered, waiting for the inevitable explosion.

"Ok so your plan to fly away from home is to go to Birmingham to work for the Shelby's'." Alfie asked, sighing when you nodded. "You know why he wants you to work for him don't you?"

"Yes, he liked the work I did here for you, he said it was very impressive and he'd like me to help him in Birmingham." You smiled at Alfie who's anger and what small amount of jealousy had gather fizzled away.

"That's ain't what he wants you for (Y/N), he... you've work here (Y/N) and he thinks you'll tell him things about this place, what'll happen when you don't and he gets angry with you?" He swallowed when your eyes widened and teared up, reaching out for you. "Just tryin' to protect you sweetheart."

"I don't need you to." You huffed, letting him pull you to his side, reaching down to place a kiss on his cheek as you handed him a letter of resignation. "I can look after myself."

He let you slip away from him, staring at the wall as he thought over what it would be like without you, the sweet kiss still burning his cheek.

"I don't want you to look after yourself." He muttered, making you glance back. "Girls like that are tough, untrusting, wouldn't be mine if you were like that."

You listened to him ramble on, slowly letting his words float you back to his side, worried he might keel over with sadness. Just as you'd convinced yourself that he was being dramatic and that he only wanted you to stay so Tommy couldn't have you he slid a hand up your back, eyes following his hands, looking at you with the head spinning gaze he'd fix on you when he stared into space.

You were pulled down to him, knees bumping against his leg in his haste to kiss you, soft and carefully which was nothing like you'd expected. His hands slowly skimmed under your skirt and up your legs, a smile pressing against you lips when you whimpered wantonly, allowing him to push your underwear off as he hoisted you into his arms.

"Let me look after you." He murmured as he fumbled with his trousers, lifting you so you could sink down onto him, a hum escaping your lips as you fisted his shirt.

Strong arms wrapped around you and you were pulled flush against his chest, it took Alfie minutes to have you slumped against him lie a rag doll, gasps and whimpers in his ear egging him on as he moved under you.

"Stay here with me?" he asked, slowing when he felt you high building gently moving so he could watch you come undone with his touch.

"I will." You gasped to which he nodded, hands moving to clutch your hips as he finished, smiling when you lent into him.

"No one goes to Birmingham when they travel the world any way." He grumbled making you giggle into his shoulder, his hands stroking circles into your back.