Arthur Shelby- Love at First Sight

Arthur Shelby- Love at First Sight pt. 2

There were only Blinders left in the Garrison after Y/n's little show. Drinks flowed as more and more Blinders flooded inside the Garrison to see the woman from America come to aid in their fight against the Italians. The story told over and over each time a new body filled a seat. Each time she'd become more heinous and to be feared in the telling of it. A barrage of faces young and old came to the booth occupied by her and Arthur wanting to shake her hand, and sing praise. Arthur found himself annoyed by the intrusions, but at the same time in utter awe of her.

The fight replaying in his mind as she spoke of other things. He watched her lips move, the sound of her voice filled his ears but he thought of how her body moved and reacted, the calmness in her face, the fire in her eyes as she fought. He'd felt the connection the first time they locked eyes mid-fight. The sly grin on her curved lips, the glint of trouble in her eyes. The kind of trouble that instantly drove wild thoughts in his mind. The rush of blood flow that sent a hardened throbbing twitching between his legs. He wanted nothing more than to know what she'd sound like calling out his name in pleasure.

His imagination running unbridled inside his mind feeling her beneath him. How she'd feel writhing under him, how she'd taste as his tongue worked her over. Calloused hands perusing her smoothed skin, mapping every inch. A small part of him felt dirty, hated himself for thinking such things. He'd just met her and here he was wanting to fuck her senseless. Too so, but in an unexplained way it all felt right somehow. Was this fate?

"Arthur?" Y/n waved a hand in front of his face. "You there handsome?" Arthur shook his head out of his daze. Brown locks fluttering around his face as he coughed embarrassedly seeing the smirk on her mouth. It was like she knew what he was thinking, guilt crept through him.

"Uh, yeah, sorry Love," he chuckled softly seeing her grin. Filling his glass again and taking a large sip thinking the alcohol could stop his thoughts, but he knew it was a lie.

"You were trying to picture me naked, weren't you?" Y/n smiled joking, but the bluntness and truthfulness of it made Arthur spit out his drink.

Scotch sprayed all over the table and the floor beside him. Y/n watched as Arthurs's cheeks reddened a deeper shade each second she watched him. He let his head dip forward, hair acting as a cover to his embarrassment. They could both feel the eyes of the entire bar on them now, scrutinizing their every move. The bartender tossed Arthur a cloth from across the room. He wiped up the table in silence, though the muffled comments from around the room didn't escape either of them.

"Holy shit!" Y/n laughed loudly, trying to stifle the fit of laughter behind her hand. "I was only kidding, but you were! Fuck!" She leaned back in the booth smiling at Arthur.

"Maybe later if you ask nicely Love," he quipped back with a bit of alcohol-infused confidence. He flashed her a wink that set her cheeks aflame and let out another laugh.

He'd spent too long feeling exhausted with his life. Too tired to repress and hide his sadness and anger at the world, but this night spent across from her spent memorizing her features he felt none of that. He wanted to drown himself in the very fabric of her being because for the first time he could remember, Y/n somehow made him feel alive.

"Right, well on that note, I'm going to the Lil girl's room to let you uh..." she glanced around the bar seeing all the curious eyes still watching them. "To let you fill your brothers in on what the brash American said to make the Great Arthur Shelby blush."

Y/n had barely turned the corner down the hall towards the bathroom before Tommy, Pol, John, Micheal, and Ada infiltrated the booth surrounding a rather stunned and speechless Arthur. His eyes were still watching down the hallway where she'd been with a lovesick smile upon his face.