*hi this gif was too fucking cute not to post i'm crying goodbye*
"Last night, boy I met you yeah, when I was sleep ... you're such a dream to me... and it was on a day like this, yeah ... if you can believe, if you can believe, if you can believe ... you're such a dream to me ... before you speak don't move cause I don't wanna wake up," Ariana Grande-Butera
He was fucking late.
Giorgia had near enough finished a bottle of wine by the time Tommy had entered his office, forty-five minutes late.
"You're late," Gia hummed, sat on his chair at his desk, bottle half empty next to her. His desk was full of empty bottles ranging from whiskey to gin to vodka. He wasn't quite sure the meaning behind it and stood squinting at his wife.
"I know," Tommy told her but didn't follow through with an explanation. He never had an explanation. "What's all this?"
"An experiment," Gia chimed, handing him a glass of whiskey she'd poured for him forty-five minutes ago. "You like to experiment, right? So I thought I'd do the same, test myself."
Tommy sat down opposite his wife just as confused as he was when he walked in two minutes ago faced with the sight. "Experiment?" He questioned.
"Yeah,: Gia replied, "you know when you like to experiment with other women."
"Jesus Christ," Tommy sighed, pinching his nose. "What the fuck is this about, Giorgia?"
"Did you have fun with Lady Carlton the other night, sweetheart?"
"All of this, is because of Mae Carlton?" Tommy scoffed.
"Did she ride your cock the same way she did before you met me?"
"I didn't fuck her, Giorgia," Tommy told her, the two locking eyes. "She trains my horses. I paid her. She tried my gin."
Chuckling, Gia put her wine glass down and stood up, her heels clicking against the expensive wood. Leaning against the desk with Tommy sat beneath her, Gia looked at him in a way he'd not seen in years. "You always bang on about your horses, right, but you don't pay someone in a stables, Thomas. So tell me, did you fuck her in here?"
"I didn't fuck her."
"You're a liar," she told him whilst squinting her eyes at her husband.
"And you've gone fucking mad."
"Least I don't break our wedding vowels continuously, my love."
"And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"I let you off with Lizzie Stark. She's a whore, you've fucked her for years, fine. But Mae fucking Carlton, Tommy, really? If it's not Tatiana, it's her sister. If it's not her sister, it's Jessie Eden, if it's not Jessie Eden it's Mae Carlton, and if it's not Mae Carlton it's some clapped up whore from down the street."
Tommy couldn't quite believe the words coming out of her mouth. "I told you I didn't fuck Tatiana, nor her sister. I haven't fucked Jessie Eden, and the last time I fucked Mae Carlton was before Grace fell pregant with Charles. You're going out of your fucking mind, Giorgia!"
Although frustrated at what he was hearing, there was a dull ache in his heart that his wife had believed such stuff. He wasn't sure if it was the episodes playing up again, or whether it was the voices. Tommy knew his wife and knew when she wasn't herself, and she was far from the woman he married as he looked at her with sorrow. He felt sorry for her having to believe such things that her mind told her, and not the fucking truth.
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i found you .. and you found me // Thomas Shelby
Fanfiction"Me and you, we're not all that different," he says while his icy blue orbs reflect in her dark eyes. She looks away, sipping her drink while contemplating what came next. "I think we both died at some point and now, we're living in borrowed time,"...
