Violent Melody - Tommy Shelby

Summary: Tommy hires you to sing at the Garrison and after growing fond of you and your performances, takes it upon himself to be your protector.

Word Count: 1,308

Warnings: Harassment, violence

It wouldn’t hurt the Garrison to have a little culture. That’s what Polly had told him, and that’s what led to hours of auditioning girls to sing at the Garrison a few nights a week. Tommy was keen on finding just the right girl to bring the aforementioned culture to their little pub. And as soon as you hit that first note, he knew that singer was going to be you. He let Arthur and John put in their opinions as well, but regardless what they’d said, Tommy had more than made up his mind. You were everything he was searching for. Beautiful and unobtainable in the way that lounge and pub singers often were, a starlet plucked from the crowd on her way towards her big break. And with the voice of an angel to boot.

“You’re hired,” Tommy said with a smile, a smile which only grew when you beamed one of your own right back at him. His brothers nodded in approval and you started with your first set at the Garrison that very night. It was a small crowd for your first performance. Tommy promised you a bigger audience the following night, when he’d had time to get the word around, but you were happy enough with the smaller, more intimate crowd for a warm up. You actually thought you could grow comfortable there.

As promised, however, the following night did bring in a much larger crowd for you to perform for. Though it was a bit more intimidating, you dazzled just as you had the night before, and during your initial audition. The applause was infectious, and you were finding more confidence in your voice and performance.

Before you knew it a month had gone by and your gig was less new and more familiar, but nonetheless thrilling. Every time you got on stage you felt like a new person, radiating an energy unlike any you’d ever had offstage. And it was always fueled by the familiar face of Thomas Shelby in the crowd. Sometimes he’d sit front and center, often when he was alone. Other times, he’d sit in the back with various other members of the Shelby clan. Either way, you knew the night would be a great one just for seeing his face as he listened to you sing.

This night, however, wasn’t quite as normal as the rest. You began your first number as always, soaking in the spotlight, and searching the room for Tommy’s face, spotting him towards the back this time, sitting with Arthur. A sense of relief washed over you as you continued your song. Eyes fixed on Tommy, you didn’t notice the man sitting in front, eyeing you up and down. A couple of songs later, and you were ready for your intermission.

You loved the reprieve, being able to rest your voice for a few minutes and have a drink before getting back to it. It made your job feel more like a fun night out, and it had all been courtesy of one Thomas Shelby. Typically, he came over and asked how you were doing, but tonight some other bloke had beat him to it.

“Evening, gorgeous,” the man flirted with you as he sidled up to the bar. You gave him a polite smile, but nothing more, having gotten used to your fair share of passes being made at you. He ordered you a drink you didn’t ask for and shimmied closer. You tried to put some distance between the two of you, but he kept pursuing you. “What’s wrong, pretty baby? I can treat you right if you give me the chance.”

He stunk of alcohol, and you didn’t trust him. You thought of taking yourself outside for a moment, claiming to need a breath of fresh air, but luckily for you, one had already come to you. Stepping right in between you and the nuisance of a man was Tommy. You hadn’t seen him since you walked off stage, but you were happy for the sight of him now. “You harassing a lady in my pub,” he asked, a thinly veiled threat woven into the tone of his words.

“No, Mr. Shelby,” the man replied confidently. “Just buying your chanteuse here a drink. It’s her that’s being frigid. She may have a pretty voice, but the bitch don’t know how to take it when a man pays her a compliment.”

You thought Tommy was going to throw him out or give him a speech about respecting women, but you weren’t expecting him to pull back his arm and meet the man’s face with his fist. The punch sounded like it cracked bone, and you felt your stomach lurch at the sound. You hadn’t realized just how strong of a man Tommy was until then.

Before the fight could escalate, you got a fair distance away from the action, not wanting to get yourself injured in the midst of everything. While your harasser was getting the worse end of the fight, he did manage to clock Tommy in the jaw once before Arthur stepped in and hauled the offender outside, essentially throwing him on his ass at the door. “And don’t you come back, eh,” you heard Arthur shout to him and he stumbled off.

Your heart was still beating hard in your chest as the Garrison’s door swung shut with that good for nothing on the other side of it. “You okay, Tom,” Arthur asked, as he came back towards the bar. Tommy held his fist in his other hand, indicating he’d injured it, but of course, his pride wouldn’t let him admit it, even to his brother.

“I’m alright, Arthur. Can you bring me and the girl a whiskey?” Arthur nodded and placed the order with the bartender as Tommy made his way over to you.

“Some fight,” you remarked, taking in the state of him. “You always jump to a woman’s defense like that?”

“Maybe not as often as I should,” Tommy replied, “but for you, always.”

You scrunched your face up, trying to figure him out. “Thomas Shelby, do you fancy me?” Arthur showed up just then with Tommy’s requested drinks, allowing him a moment to consider his answer. If Arthur had heard your question, he was wise enough not to insert himself into the conversation.

When he’d gone, Tommy took his gaze off his wounded hand long enough to meet your eyes and he felt compelled to be honest with you. “I suppose I do,” he confessed. “Ever since you started here, I felt protective of you. Guess now I’m learning why that is.” He paused for a moment, trying to read your expression. “I don’t expect anything,” he quickly added.

“Well I think you deserve a bit of gratitude at least. While I don’t normally encourage violence, I appreciate you setting him straight for me. I hate to think where it might have gone had you not stepped in when you did.”

At this Tommy smiled, only fleetingly as a wince of pain followed when he flexed his hand. “Are you sure you’re alright,” you questioned.

“Fine. Bruised, most likely. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before. Aunt Polly will see to it.”

“I could, if you’d be willing. I haven’t always made my living as a pub singer, you know?”

“Yeah? Alright. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Lets get you elsewhere first. The Garrison, while one of the nicer establishments in the area, is no place to tend to wounds.”

“I think our patrons might miss their favorite singer,” Tommy reasoned.

“Pretty sure my employer will understand,” you teased, getting up from the table. You held your hand out to him and he accepted it with his good hand.

“I hear he’s an understanding sort of man,” Tommy quipped back.

“That he is,” you replied.

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Good For Business (Jealous Tommy X Female Reader) One-shot

Summary: You have worked at the Garrison for months now. What’s suddenly got Tommy so jealous?

Word count: 1690

Warnings: Swearing. Jealousy. Fic gets a bit heated right at the end, but it’s nothing explicit.

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Tommy hated it. Really hated it. Clenched jaw, hands coiled into fists, hated it. Every time he sat in that damn cosy at the Garrison, he felt every nerve ending flare, watching through the opening as you moved about serving ale and whisky to the men of Small Heath. His steely eyes silently scrutinising every second bloody man vying for your attention. Not that he could blame them. You were effortlessly warm and inviting; impossible to ignore.

They hired you for that very reason; you were good for business. But Tommy had no idea how easily and how quickly you would carve out a spot in his heart, nor how powerless he would be to stop it. And for a while, it was easy enough to ignore, to deny that little portion of his heart even existed. After all, it was obvious to him, that all the smiles and laughter you exchanged with the patrons was never anything more than harmless flirtation. But as the months past, that little portion began beating faster and louder every time someone spoke your name, quietly and unassumingly sneaking its way through every surface of his heart, embedding itself like the beautiful deep roots of an oak tree.

And so, here he sat once again, in the cosy of the Garrison, half listening to the banter of his brothers, while his main focus was you. That hazardous smile that disarmed man after man, your infectious laugh that brought warmth to the stoniest of faces and the kind effortless way you diffused their advances, before they even had the chance to feel rejected. But fuck, he didn’t realise just how firmly those roots were embedded in his heart until today.

You were busy with your back turned to the counter when an unfamiliar and rather ordinary looking man walked in, stopping behind a group of men waiting to buy their next round. He stood there, clearly impatient for you to turn around and see him, his expression full of expectation, but you were completely oblivious to his presence as you continued serving the men before you. Tommy shifted in his seat when the unexceptional man smiled with anticipation, there was fondness there; on his lips, it was unmistakable. This man knew you… and knew you well. Clearing his throat, he shifted in his seat again, his unsmoked cigarette lying forgotten as it burnt slowly and steadily towards his fingertips, and his glare trained to the face that waited so patiently for you to see him.

Tommy hated that it took every ounce of strength to keep his backside in his seat, when what he really wanted was to march up behind you, take you by the hand and lead you to the office, before you could lay eyes on this stranger. So sure he was, that he would not like your reaction. And in the next moment, he wished he had. When your eyes caught sight of him, you nearly dropped a bottle of whiskey on the floor, stopping short of jumping over the counter to reach him. Regaining some form of composure, your impatient feet took you around to the front of the bar, throwing yourself into his waiting arms, but it was the expression on your face that broke Tommy. Pure joy. It lit up your features in a way he had never seen before, the sight sparking instant and unwarranted hatred for a nameless man he was yet to meet. He was jealous. Plain and simple. There was no other word for it.

It must have been only five minutes, five long jealous minutes, struggling to keep his expression neutral and unreadable, ignoring the strange looks he was getting from his brothers as he watched the interaction unfold. After returning behind the bar, you got straight back to work serving the other patrons, while the man claimed a stool right in front of you. And even though you kept pouring drinks and interacting with the regulars, he was the one that held your attention. There was such affection in the way you spoke to him, even without hearing your words, Tommy could see it. He wanted to be on the receiving end of it. Wanted to be the unexceptional man you showered your affection upon. And the sight of it got too much.

Looking to his hands, he noticed the trail of ash his cigarette had dropped across the table, and the tense way his fingers gripped the empty tumbler. With a measured breath, he scrapped the glass back and forth across the surface, before looking back up. It could not have been worse timing. There was your hand, reaching across to rest upon the man’s forearm, your heads almost touching in the middle of the counter as he spoke secret words to you. Reacting impulsively, Tommy threw his burning cigarette to the floor and stood to his feet, the chair scrapping loudly across the floor in the process and without another thought, he pushed his way through the door of the cosy.

Tommy’s legs took him quickly through the growing crowd of patrons, his expression warning them to give him space. Making his way across the front of the bar, he caught your attention with a wave of his arm, pointing in the direction of the office, his voice hard, “Y/N! Can I’ve a word with you in the office?”

Nodding your head, you took off your apron and threw it to the counter, whispering to the man before you followed, but Tommy caught every word, not hearing a single thread of concern amongst them, “Well, it looks like I’m in trouble.”

Entering the office, Tommy gripped the door knob tightly as he waited for you to join him, closing it rather forcibly behind you. And when you met his intense gaze, you were surprisingly calm, yet genuinely confused, asking, “Tommy. What’s wrong… has something happened?”

Usually, Tommy never acted so impulsively, he knew it was ridiculous and completely out of line, but he couldn’t help himself. Taking a short breath, he kept his voice as even as possible, “Y/N. We don’t pay you to spend your time conversing with all our customers.”

Putting your hands on your hips, you were not intimidated in the slightest, and it would’ve been a lie if Tommy said it didn’t turn him on a little. Fuck, that defiance brought to life every feature of your face. With a stubborn raise of your brow, you replied, “Ah… No Tommy, that’s precisely what you pay me to do.”

Taking a step closer, your expression softened just enough to draw his attention to the knowing look hidden quietly within your eyes, asking him the question you seemingly already knew the answer to. “Me, conversing with our customers has never bothered you before… what makes tonight any different?”

As the last word left your mouth, you took yet another step closer, close enough for him to feel the gentle warmth radiating from your body; it was still not close enough. Glancing to the floor Tommy cleared his throat, realising he was beyond the point of returning to his days surveying you from the cosy. Propping himself against the desk, he crossed his feet at the ankles, his hands resting on the edge at his sides. “That was before,” Tommy waved his hand in the direction of the bar, “that man came in here and… who is he Y/N?”

You almost laughed, and Tommy tried to keep his expression neutral, “You’ve got to be kidding me, Tommy.” Biting your bottom lip, you shook your head in amusement, “Everyday you’re here, you see men smile and flirt with me and it doesn’t bother you in the slightest.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Y/N.” Standing up, he stepped towards you, picking up a lock of your hair, gently placing it behind your shoulder, noticing how your breath hitched at his touch. “It’s always bothered me… but I have never seen you so happy to see someone before… and I know I have no right to be jealous, but I am.”

This time, a little chuckle did escape your lips, and Tommy suddenly felt a little sheepish, but God, was your expression doing something to him right now. “Jealous. Of Peter? Oh Tommy. Of all people to be jealous of… He’s my cousin, and I haven’t seen him in years.” Running your fingers along the edge of his jacket lapel, you shook your head, the flirtatious manner in which you did so, far surpassing any other he had witnessed you bestow upon any other man. And it thrilled him. “If I had known a visit from him was all it would take for you to notice me, I would’ve asked him to visit months ago.”

If Tommy was the type to get embarrassed, he would have turned scarlet, but he wasn’t that kind of man. Instead, he reached forward and slid his fingers around the side of your neck, his palm firmly cupping the nook under your ear. Pulling you closer, your body brushed against his, the sensation making it difficult to think of little else. But a deep breath cleared his head for long enough, to say, “He’s your cousin?”

It was more of a statement than a question, but you answered anyway, “Yes, Tommy… He’s my cousin.” Reaching up, you wrapped your fingers around his wrist that still cradled your neck, and moved his hand to your cheek, before brushing your lips across the roughness of his palm, your warm breath teasing his skin as you spoke. “But one day it may not be.”

Tommy didn’t say another word; he couldn’t, his lips were too occupied by yours. Fumbling his way to the door, he took you with him in a mess of limbs, both your bodies crashing against its frame, clumsily searching for the blind. Pulling on the cord, the outside world disappeared, it was just you and him. Fuck, why hadn’t he done this sooner? And as you wrapped your legs around his waist, he murmured through broken kisses along your neck, “Yes. One day it may not be.”

Petty-Thomas Shelby x Reader

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Requested by anonymous: ‘Hi, I’ve been reading your works and really love your writing and would like to ask for one too Could you write Tommy Shelby x Reader who he’s known since childhood, basically his first love, an angel for him, they have a feeling for each other growing up but never said it out. Then there’s Grace and the story gets more complicated because she(reader) thought that Tommy is in love with Grace when actually he is in love with her, so he confessed his feeling.’

Characters:Thomas Shelby x Reader, mentions of other Shelby family

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings:Swearing, sexual themes, arguing, jealousy

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“Here’s the papers you wanted, Tommy.”

Ah, there she was. Tommy waited to hear that voice every morning. He went to work desperate to just catch a glimpse of her before he had to get back to business. Looking up from his writings, he held back a smile as (Y/N) approached him, a stack of paper in her hands.

“Morning (Y/N), how come I didn’t get my usual welcome this morning?” he asked with a smirk.

(Y/N) had always made sure to have a hot cup of tea waiting on his desk, with her sat outside his office at her own secretary desk. They would greet each other before going over the agenda for the day and what needed to be done. However, (Y/N) couldn’t be found that morning.

“Oh, well, you would not believe the morning I’ve had.” her professionalism dropped as she perched on the edge of his desk, still angled towards him.

Tommy didn’t hesitate to look at her arse, and how accentuated it was with how she sat. His eyes quickly flicked back to her face as she started speaking again.

“So I came in early as I do, was going to help Pol set up like usual. Poor Sophie is also here, Pol said something about training her up to open so it’s not always us and she’s trustworthy. Anyway, I come in to find Sophie crying next to the safe because she forgot the code Polly gave her, and Pol was shouting orders left, right and centre. Basically, she couldn’t handle Polly’s wrath so I had to help, which took longer than expected.”

“You have had a busy morning.”

“Haven’t I just?”

“What would we do without you, eh?”

“Not much. Especially you.”

“Is that right?”

“You couldn’t even get these papers off my desk yourself. It’s only situated outside the door, Tommy.”

“Keep talking like that and you might just face the consequences.”

“Oh? You going to fire me?”

“No.”

“Then what are you going to do to me?”

Tommy leaned back in his seat, lighting up a cigarette.“You’d have to wait and see.”

(Y/N) couldn’t deny that this was getting her hot and bothered. She and Tommy always bantered and flirted like this, though over the past few years, their words had become more and more bold. They knew each other since they were children, growing up on the same street and playing together. Their friendship stayed strong as they grew up, everyone always teased the pair that they would get married one day, making the teenagers blush. It was as if they both knew about their feelings for one another, but neither wanted to act upon it, in fear that their assumptions were wrong and they would ruin the long friendship they had.

Tommy and (Y/N) would make a very attractive pair. Of course Tommy had the sharp Shelby look, a mysterious man that enticed women, he was confident, smart; he knew what he wanted and how to take charge. And (Y/N) was no doubt one of the most beautiful women in Small Heath. She stood out from the other workers, she had an aura about her, something that said I know my worth and you can’t tell me otherwise. It wasn’t arrogant, it was strong, yet she was also one of the sweetest people you could meet in a shit hole like this. It was a wonder why a man hadn’t married her yet…actually it wasn’t, it was because Thomas Shelby always scared them away.

“Still going for drinks at the Garrison tonight?” (Y/N) said as she got off the desk.

“If I must.”

She laughed, making her way to the door.“Oh come on Tommy, you love going really.”

“Only when you’re there.”

(Y/N) smiled at him one last time before leaving the room, her confident facade disappearing instantly. Tommy really made her nervous, in a good way. Although it frustrated her too; some mornings she would try to hype herself up, finally tell Tommy how she felt about him, hoping he felt the same. It had been going on for so long between them, it was agonising.

The work day went by as it always did, filled with flirty remarks between the two, lingering touches when passing things to one another, longing looks. Finally, it was time to head to the pub. (Y/N) was on Tommy’s arm as they walked, a normal sight. As they entered the pub, (Y/N) noticed Tommy’s attention fall on someone else, a blonde barmaid. She hadn’t seen this one before.

“Tommy? You coming?” (Y/N) tried to sound light, tugging on his arm towards the private room.

“I’ll meet you there.”

He didn’t even look at her as he spoke. Sadly she pulled away from him, following the rest of the Shelby’s. (Y/N) put on a smiling face, despite worrying about what Tommy was doing with that barmaid. She had no right to, they weren’t together. When the window to the bar opened, (Y/N) grabbed the drinks, wanting to peak through. As she slowly slid them towards herself, she saw them in deep conversation, Tommy casually leaning again the bar, the barmaid seemingly cool and collected as she spoke to Tommy; women were always flustered around him, which he didn’t care for, and this worried (Y/N), because what if he took an interest in her?

“Take your time love!” Arthur laughed.

Trying to distract herself by playing cards with the boys, (Y/N) found herself glancing up to the door every time a shadow passed it. She found herself losing every round, not being an amazing player anyway, though it was as if she had never played before. When Tommy did decide to join them, (Y/N) suddenly didn’t want to speak to him.

“What took you so long?” Arthur asked as his brother sat down next to (Y/N).

“Didn’t you see the new bird at the bar? Tommy wasn’t wasting any time.” John chuckled.

(Y/N) kept her eyes down on her cards. Tommy glanced at (Y/N)’s cards, leaning over to whisper in her ear.

“You’re doing terrible tonight.”

“Thanks.” It was blunt, it was rude.

“I can help you win.”

“I don’t need your help.”

Now Tommy could see the first reply wasn’t an accident, she had meant to snap at him.

“What’s up with you?”

“Oh, you’re actually paying attention now?”

“What?”

(Y/N) didn’t answer, continuing the game. Tommy remained silent, perplexed at the woman’s behaviour. What had he missed? He wondered if his brothers had said anything, but she wouldn’t be playing with them still if they had.

Luckily, the family didn’t stay for very long that night. They still had work the next day, and although that didn’t usually stop them, it was going to be a busy day, a big race was on, meaning lots of betters would swarm the shop. Although (Y/N) was still pissed at Tommy, she expected him to walk her home like he always did. Gathering her things and saying goodbye to everyone, she turned to see if Tommy was also ready to leave, frowning at the sight. There he was, leaning against the bar, talking to that barmaid again. (Y/N) made herself known as she walked over, letting her heels click loudly on the floor.

“Tommy, you coming?” she asked, using his nickname.

“I need to stay. Business.” he lazily replied.

“But, you always walk me home.”

“Not tonight. One of my brothers will.”

(Y/N) glared at the woman across the bar. Maybe it wasn’t her fault that Tommy was staying, but it didn’t annoy her any less. Whipping around, she quickly made her exit, slamming the door behind her before catching up to the other Shelby’s. John and Arthur walked (Y/N) back to her home, not taking any notice of her temper. She was quiet for the most part, only speaking when spoken to. Were all men so oblivious?

Once again, Tommy didn’t see (Y/N) at her desk, assuming she was already busy with work. She would pop in soon enough. Settling down in his seat, he noticed there was already two stacks of papers in front of him, before he had even asked to see them. Perhaps (Y/N) had to help the floor today, and made sure he was set up first. But as he sifted through them, he noticed they weren’t in categorical order, the dates were all mixed up, some things had been signed and others weren’t. Confused at her lack of organisation, Tommy headed towards the door, poking his head out of it.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” he asked an employee rushing by.

“Oh, she’s out on the floor, Mr Shelby. She offered to help seeing as it’s the big race today.”

Tommy just nodded, dismissing the man. Stepping out of his office, Tommy scanned the room for her, it was hard to see through the hoards of people in such a small space. As soon as he spotted her on the other side of the room, he made his way through, not caring if he had to push a few people away.

“Why aren’t you at your desk?”

(Y/N) was bending low over a table, scribbling down names and numbers.“Good morning, Mr Shelby.”

“Are you trying to play a game here?”

“I’m simply working, sir.”

That would have sounded a lot more pleasing to him if she wasn’t being so snappy with him.

“I appreciate that you’re helping but those papers you put on my desk are not up to standard.”

She still hadn’t looked at him.“I didn’t have time this morning. There were floods of people as soon as we opened. I assumed you could organise them yourself, you’re a clever man.”

“If you weren’t like a member of the family (Y/N), you could be fired for speaking to me like that.”

“That’s alright, I’ll get a job at the Garrison, like that pretty, little barmaid. Then you might actually notice me.”

“What?”

She sighed, standing up straight.“Would you like me to put those papers in order for you, Mr Shelby?”

“Why are you angry with me?”

“I’m not.”

“I don’t have time to argue about this. Return to your desk and get on with your usual work.”

They stared at each other, not wanting to be the first to fold. (Y/N) pouted, making a show of herself walking away from Tommy. He followed her a few steps behind, watching as she dropped into her seat, immediately getting on with work, and not looking at him once again.

“My usual tea would be nice.” he spat before disappearing back into his office.

The day went on like that. (Y/N) brought him a cup of tea but it wasn’t how he liked it, the second time she made it, she purposefully used like warm water so it was cold by the time she brought it to him. She gave him pens that were low on ink or just broken, stale biscuits to nibble on; it was all very petty but she didn’t care. It was the only way she could get back at him.

After a very long and busy day, the workers were excited to head home and put their feet up. (Y/N) always walked home with Tommy, or at least said bye to him if he could leave. But not tonight. She was making a run for it. Apparently she wasn’t running fast enough.

“(Y/N), a word.” Tommy ordered before she could even walk past his door.

Huffing, she slumped into his office, loudly closing the door. He held eye contact with her as she approached the desk, not offering her a seat.

“Yes, Mr Shelby?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you today?”

“The fact that I have to tell you annoys me even more.”

“So I’ve done something?”

“Yes.”

“And what did I do to upset you so much?”

“You…you didn’t walk me home last night.” she felt childish saying it out loud, even though that wasn’t the actual reason she was upset.

He scoffed.“That’s why you’ve been a bad secretary today, eh? And what the fuck is all this formality about?”

“It’s professional, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, fucking professional to bring me the wrong paperwork.”

“It’s not like you need me to figure out how to put papers in date order.”

“It’s your job, (Y/N). You make my job easier, that’s what you do. This isn’t just because I didn’t walk you home last night, what’s happened?”

She had no defence, she didn’t know what else to say. She couldn’t tell him the real reason, it would seem so foolish.

“It’s nothing.” she mumbled.

Tommy noticed the change in her demeanor.“(Y/N), has something happened that I don’t know about?”

Technically yes.

“I’m fine. Can I go home please?”

“No. You can’t go home.” he stood up, coming to stand in front of her.“I’m not letting you leave until you tell me what’s wrong.”

(Y/N) was silent.

“You said something about noticing you, earlier today. Why?”

“I think you’re looking too deep into-”

“Why?”

(Y/N) had to bite the bullet. She couldn’t come up with another bullshit story fast enough. Even it she did, it wouldn’t be believable.

“I was jealous.”

“Jealous about what?”

“You and the barmaid. As soon as we walked into the Garrison I was invisible. You wouldn’t even look at me. The way you looked at her, I wanted you to have that much attention for me. I want…I want something more Tommy.”

“I have never looked at another woman the way I look at you, let alone that barmaid.”

“Don’t lie. It was like you were infatuated with her.”

“I was interested because she’s not the regular type of person to work in that kind of place. She’s suspicious, I don’t trust her. I was trying to get information about her. And I couldn’t let thatvmoment go to waste, I stayed behind because she was more open with no one around.”

“So, you weren’t trying to sleep with her?”

“No.”

“But you-”

“(Y/N). I’m not interested in her, at all. Let’s be blunt, we both know we’ve been wasting time.”

“What?”

“Did you hear what I said? I can’t look at any other women and not compare them to you. You are above everyone and everything else in my life. I’ve never said any of this to you because of what I do. You were already in danger because of how close you were to the family. But I’ve realised I can’t keep using that as an excuse. I need you (Y/N), I want you.”

“You really mean it? You’re not just saying all these things? Because you have to mean it, Tommy. I…I’ve loved you for so long and waited, and waited, and waited for something to miraculously happen. I don’t want to ruin it.”

“You won’t.” he stepped closer to her.“I love you (Y/N), I fucking love you. I have to have you as mine.”

Both of their breaths were getting shallower, they were so close to one another. They had waited for this moment their entire lives. Although it was a sweet moment, the angst that had been building up all day turned into heavy lust. Tommy pulled her towards him by the collar of her coat, roughly smashing their lips together. She instantly gripped onto his waist coat, steadying herself from the sudden action. He turned her around in his grasp so she was against the desk, leaning her back on it. He leant over her as she laid down, kissing her neck.

“Tommy.” she half moaned as he sucked on her neck, her fingers gripping on the back of his head and neck.“We’re…we’re doing this here?”

“Yes.” he breathed out, hovering over her as he hand gripped her thigh. It slowly moved up under her skirt as he continued speaking.“I’ve imagined this scenario too many times. I’m going to fuck you on this desk like I’ve always dreamed of doing, and you’re going to take it.”