A Collection of Imagines

Tom

Just Like a Shelby pt. 6

"I can feel you staring at me," I say as I smile into his cloth pillowcase. His touch finds my face again. His fingertips trace my left cheekbone. 

"I am not allowed that pleasure, luv?" 

"No," I smile wider, straining to keep my eyes closed. A huff leaves his nostrils, hitting me square in the face, and his fingers pinch the flesh of my cheek. "Hey," my eyes fly open and they land on his. We lay here in his Camden Town bed for what seems like days. He took me here after I found him at the port and I didn't hesitate when he gave me the choice to go with him. I have no idea how Tommy and the rest of the gang are doing. I don't know if they think me dead or not. 

"What are you thinking about, my love?" 

His eyes study mine as I sigh into his feathered mattress, looking out the window behind the headboard to the large port behind his dwelling. "Nothing." He sighs again, lowering his body to my level on the bed. His back hits the sheets, almost shaking the bed violently, and presses his hand on my hip that is clothed only by his sheet, 

"Right, you know I can tell when you're lying."

I smile once more whilst bringing my hand up to lean my head against, "I know you can, but I still the right to keep things from you." 

"I love it when you're disobedient." 

He growls as he presses his nose into the skin of my neck in between my arm and my face. I chuckle aloud, "I obey no one, so yes, I'm always disobedient." He bites down on the skin of my exposed collarbone and I yelp gleefully, hitting him on his bare shoulder. 

"I would like you to obey me." 

His voice is muffled by my neck and my heart expands as the noise. The words he says are seductive, but his tone is sweet. "I know you do."

"So, let me." 

"No." 

"Why not?" 

He moves out from under me to meet my eyes. Sleep is invading his eyes and I can tell by the way they blink slowly how exhausted he is. "Because you have to earn it, Alfie." Suddenly, he moves quickly above me, positioning his elbows on either side of my head and places the rest of his body on top of mine. His eyes blaze into my pupils and a devilish smirk grows on his face, 

"What if I force you to give me your obedience?" 

"Tsk," I click, raising my hands up to comb through his hair, "I'm disappointed in you." He crunches his eyebrows while sinking his face closer to mine, 

"Why's that?"

"Because I thought you would know by now that I am not a woman that will be intimated into doing anything ..., " I lift my chin to where my mouth is centimeters from his, "... for a man." Just to tease him further, I turn my head to the side the second I feel him sink further down to connect his lips with mine. His laugh fills my sense as he decides to move down my body to rest his head on my chest. My hands rub up and down on his back. 

"You're not like any woman I have known." 

His sonorous voice shakes my body underneath him. His entire weight sinks me into the mattress, immobilizing me. I don't mind though. I wouldn't want to be held down any other way. "You're fucking right about that." He chuckles again. 

"I love you." 

My heart stops beating and my breathing ceases. I had a feeling that he did, but I didn't think he would actually say it. He feels me frozen underneath him, so he moves to a position where he can see my eyes. Once his golden pupils meet my plain ones, he internally panics. I need to say something, "Mhm." He smiles, 

"That's it? Mhm?" 

"Well," I look up at the ceiling to avoid his eyes. 

"Say it." 

He props up on his elbows again, looking down at me. 

"Say it." 

I try to contain my laughter as he tries to coax me into repeating the same words by pinching my bare sides. He presses his lips on top of mine, but it's no kiss. He whispers against my mouth with his beard scratching my face, 

"Say it, you coward." 

I squint my eyes at him and whisper into his mouth, "I love you, you blithering ass." 

"I'll take it."

I chuckle into his mouth as he rest his entire body on top of mine. His mouth moves with mine and I wrap my arms around his neck. His beard pokes my skin, but I can't help but love the feeling. He groans into my lips as I run my fingers through his hair once again.