Tommy Shelby Imagines & Drabbles.

Razor.

Summary: Absolute rambling, soft!tommy. Just pure fluff.
Warnings: A blade? I guess. Language.

Word Count: 229.

You moved the razor over the side of his head, he flinched under the touch "Tommy, stay still" you sighed stepping away from him.

"Just be careful would ya?" he turned to face you

"Careful? How many times have I done this now?" you laughed lightly

"Don't want a cut to me head" he shrugged

"Thomas Shelby, I've sat and watched Arthur dig bullets out of your body in The Garrison, I doubt a fucking razor blade will put you out of action" you scoffed, with a roll of your eyes

"You never know, do ya? eh?" he asked a small smirk on his lips, you hit him lightly on the back of the head

"Well your brothers never complain" you knew that would rile him up "yea well they'd do anything for a women's touch" he retorted.

You appeared in front of him brandishing the razor blade "so would you, Mr. Shelby" you rolled your eyes again, as he pulled you without warning onto his lap.

He took the blade from your hand placing it on the side "I don't have to do much though, eh?" His fingers were digging into the soft skin of your hips, you let out a sigh of defeat

"No, not really" your eyes fluttered closed as his lips left the corner of your mouth for the thin soft skin of your neck.