Wicked Games.

Chapter 4.

Faith knew that Thomas wouldn't be staying forever, hell, she's surprised that he's stayed for as long as he has. She expected him to leave the day he could get out of that bed. She stands in the bedroom as he packs his things, part of her feeling sad as she watches him pack his stuff.

Music hums in the background, and Faith is sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes glued to Thomas as he folds his things and packs them in a bag. "Do you need help?"

The man chuckles, shaking his head. "No, you've helped me enough." He tells her honestly as he continues to gather his things.

"You've been great company." Faith tells him, "For Henry and myself." She admits, "We'll miss have you around, I'll miss having you around."

Thomas stops what he's doing and looks over to the woman, "I'll miss being here, I'll miss you." He admits, butterflies in his stomach. "But, I won't forget about you two. I'll see you as much as I can."

A laugh comes from Faith, "That sounds like a chore, Thomas. Truly, it's fine." She says, "We'll be okay, I promise."

Thomas moves closer to the woman, resting on his knees in front of her before taking her hands in his, "I want to see you after this. I don't want to leave and forget about everything here, about you."

A blush comes over Faith's cheeks, "Well, what are you saying here, Mr. Shelby?"

A small smile spreads on the gangster's face, "You make me happy; you take good care of me and you're a fantastic woman." He tells her, "You also make incredible food." He says with a chuckle, "Why would I want to forget a woman like you?"

Faith smiles down at the man, taking a hand and brushing it through his hair. "Well, Thomas, I'd be happy to see you again." She tells him, knowing it's foolish to believe that he'll still feel this way once he's back home and surrounded by the women he often sees. She can only imagine how gorgeous they must be.

Thomas looks into the woman's gray eyes, feeling a pain in his chest when he thinks about not seeing her every day, but knowing everything will work out how it's meant to... hopefully. Faith looks out the window, pulling away from Thomas' gaze as she watches the rain fall from the heavy clouds. Thomas stands up, pulling the woman with him.

He sets his hands on her waist as he begins swaying to the music, and Faith grins at the man; moving her arms around his neck while they move to the most softly.

The turn in the weather will keep us together
So I can honestly say that as far as I'm concerned
It's a lovely day and everything's okay

Thomas holds the woman closely, and he feels her lean her head in the crook of his neck while they sway together to the music. A small smile spread on his face as he finally holds her in his arms. They refuse to say a thing to one another; just wanting to soak up the moment.

Isn't it a lovely day to be caught in the rain?

You were going on your way, now you've got to remain

Thomas moves his head and presses his lips onto her head, kissing her gently while he continues to hold onto him; rain pouring down outside and tapping against the windows. The candles glisten in the shadowed room, and the fire cracks quietly in the background as they continue holding one another.

"Come see me in a week or two. I'll send a car for you, hell, I'll just come and get you myself. Stay for a weekend or something." Thomas proposes to the woman, and she chuckles.

"You think Henry could run this place alone?" She teases and Thomas chuckles.

"I don't care if he can or not, I just want you around." He tells her honestly, and she smiles at this, holding onto him tighter in hopes that he won't actually leave. The two haven't done much with each other aside from farm chores and chatting with one another throughout the long days and even longer evenings, but it meant the world to both of them.

"Fine, I'll come whenever you'd like me to, but you best come and pick me up yourself." She teases the man and he can't help but chuckle, kissing her head once more.

"I promise."

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Leaving her was harder than he imagined. Neither of them cried, they knew they'd see each other again, but he didn't want to leave, and he knows she didn't want him to either. Thomas has been home for a few hours now; everyone glad to see him and to know he's okay.

The man holds a cigarette to his lips and watches out of the window, the rain pouring down as the sun has mostly set; creating a blue cast into the home. He has music playing in the background and thinks back to earlier in the day when he was holding her in his arms. Thomas sighs, looking back to the portrait of Grace, almost feeling guilty about this relationship he hopes blossoms.

Oddly enough, a sense of calm crashes over him and he smiles to himself, knowing that Grace gives her best wishes to the man she loves. He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he continues to think of Faith and Henry, and how he'll worry for them out there alone. What if something was to happen? If somebody found her out there? How would he find out and get there in time?

Thomas isn't sure if she's fully aware of the things he's done. Sure, they've spoken about some of it, but hell, he couldn't bring himself to admit to all of his wrongdoings to the woman who possesses nothing but light and kindness. If they were characters in film, she'd be this beautiful princess blessing the land while he played a dark, terrifying villain. "Fuck me." Thomas groans to himself before leaning on the edge of his desk.

He can hear shoes click on the floor of the hardwood, and shortly after, Polly shows up in his office, looking over at her nephew. "You were gone an awful long time." She tells him before walking over to him and taking a cigarette of his; lighting it in the dim room. "You going to be honest about why you were gone so long?" Thomas looks over to the aging woman and doesn't say a word. "You're healed up, but you discharged yourself from the hospital only days after you woke up, and you expect me to believe that you stayed away for over a month for your health?"

Thomas rubs his tired eyes, "I don't know what it is, so what's the point of speaking on it."

Polly chuckles, "It's something worth discussing if she kept you there for over a month without you arguing."

The man looks over to Polly, "She shouldn't be involved in any of this; me, my life, us." He tells her, worried about hurting the woman who just wanted to help him. "She's too kind for this life, and she'd get eaten alive if anyone found out about her." Polly looks over to the man, her eyes fixed on his worried ones. "I don't know what I'd do if she got hurt because of me. I can't have another situation like Grace's, I'd die."

Polly just nods, understanding Thomas' worry. "Well, if she's meant to be in your life, she'll come around. You know that as much as I do." She tells him while continuing her cigarette, "You plan on bringing her around anytime soon?"

This sparks a small grin on Thomas' face, "Yeah, in a week or so. I'm going to go and get her." He tells his aunt, and Polly smiles at Thomas, happy that he's happy.

"Thomas Shelby is absolutely smitten with a farm girl."

Thomas chuckles to himself. She's right, he's absolutely smitten.