Cross my heart - Tommy Shelby

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Warnings: mild smut, implications of sex, swearing

"We need to stop doing this." Eliza breathed heavily, announcing to the room.

Tommy ignored this and continued to nip at her chest as he sucked and left small bruises.

"Seriously," Eliza moaned out as their hips met and the coil in her stomach tightened, "We can't do this again."

She could feel Tommy smirking against her neck, "You said that last time and the time before that...and the time before that and the-"

"Fuck!" Eliza squealed, "'s not my fault I'm addicted to ye'" she revelled in the pleasure that she was feeling, opting to ignore the smugness that radiated off of Tommy.

"Point is-" He grunted as he felt their bodies meet again, the sound of flesh beating together filling the room, "you said we couldn't do 'this' again the last fourteen times- and yet here we are."

The headboard smacked into the wall and the mattress creaked under the weight of both bodies on top of it.

"Fuck Tommy!" Eliza found herself wrapping her legs around his waist, letting him hit every spot inside her that needed to be hit.

Eventually Tommy's thrusts became sloppy as he spilled inside her and they both began to come down from their highs.

Soft pants filled the room as Eliza collapsed on top of Tommy's body. They lay together, only a sheet covering their naked bodies, protecting them from the cool air.

Tommy played with the loose strands of hair that lay around Eliza's shoulders.

"I should probably go to work." Tommy murmured against her hair, as much as he didn't want to go- he knew that Polly would have his balls for slacking.

Especially when he was being a hypocrite and would get angry at others for not showing up to work on time.

"Way to ruin a nice moment Tommy." Eliza snorted, "You're probably right though- I 'ave to go through numbers for Harry and do the ordering, and work with Grace this evening." She grumbled.

"Don't let her get to you, okay?" Tommy understood how his family felt and even though he knew that Grace was a spy, he decided it was best to act as if he was still "together" with her.

He hoped that it would lead the Irishwoman off on a different scent and that it would keep her away from those he cared about.

"How can I not?" Eliza pulled her stockings up her calves, "She's a condescending, prying bitch who thinks she deserves everything on a silver platter."

Tommy kissed her forehead, "you put it a lot more eloquently than I would have." He wrapped his arms around Eliza's shoulders as he felt her lean back into him.

"Look at you using big words Mr Shelby." Eliza giggled teasingly.

"Yeah well, someone in my family has to have some brains."

//

"Are you fucking my brother?"

Eliza looked up to see John sat on a chair in front of her desk in Harry's office, he'd already made himself at home- his legs sprawled over the arms and a glass of whiskey in his hand.

"Good morning to you too John." She rolled her eyes and pushed the ashtray towards him, knowing that the answer in which he asked for would cause him to pull out a cigarette.

"Good morning Eliza Fenton, how is your day going- better than usual by the looks of it." He nodded to her neck, where the hickies were painted all over her skin, "now- let me ask again, are you fucking my brother?"

Eliza, trying to ease the tension just shrugged, "Which one?"

John snorted into his hand as he shook his head, "His names Tommy, bit of a prick if you ask me-but word is around here that he's a good shag."

She bit into her lip, a nervous habit that she'd never been able to get rid of.

Her expression gave it away.

"I'm not angry." John began, "Really 'm not." He looked as if he was pondering what he should say next, "'n it's not like I didn't see this coming, cos' you told me- I just wish you would have come to me first and told me, so that I didn't have to find out over Polly yelling at Tommy for being late."

"You're still my best mate John- nobody could ever replace you." Eliza told him, "'n when I've been with Tommy- it feels like my wounds are finally healing."

John just nodded, "Look as soppy as it sounds- if you're happy then I'm happy. Got it?"

"Got it."

"An' if he ever hurts you- I'll chop 'is balls off."

Eliza just snorted, "Then they'd be nearly as small as yours Johnny boy."

"Oi- piss off!"

//

"Inspector."

"Yes, what is it?" Campbell replied without looking up from his work, he simply continued to write down on his report

"You've got some people waiting outside for you."

"Right send them in." He was still glued to his work, he had no intention of lifting his eyes from the case files.

Until a pair of hands slammed down onto his desk. The sight was enough to horrify even his stone cold heart.

Three men, each covered in black, blue, purple and purple bruises. Each had at least two deep cuts that had since scabbed over.

And one man was horrifyingly missing his hands.

Each of them looked angry.

"You owe us money." A large beefy hand smacked onto the hard wood again, "we carried out what you asked of us and now we deserve the money."

Campbell chortled, "except you didn't- you failed." He rose from his chair, "Don't storm into my office, claiming you completed a job- when you couldn't even rape or seriously injure the lass."

"It was Thomas Shelby Sir."

The other two men were obviously not keen on where the conversation at turned.

But Campbell was intrigued and gestured for the man to continue, "we was carrying out what you had told us to do, but the Peaky bastard showed up and tried to beat the shit out of us."

"Hm interesting."

"Y'know what's interesting? The fact that I became disabled on account of your orders and I haven't got shit all in return."

"Well lets get one fact straight then aye gentlemen- until you actually complete your task, you won't be getting the full amount in payment. Good day." He waited for them to leave, before returning to his files.

He knew he was playing a dangerous cat and mouse game, but he was hooked and he wouldn't stop until he was on top of the food chain.