peaky blinders imagines + smut.

tommy shelby: mrs briddon. (part two + smut warning)

Andrew remained blissfully uninformed of your chance meeting with Tommy, not once questioning your muddy dress and swollen lips. Tommy stuck to his promise and watched as you kissed Andrew, smirking to himself because he knew that he had you and that there was no going back. It wouldn't be long before you went running back into Tommy's arms - urgently in search of the thrill of going behind Andrew's back. It was a catastrophe waiting to transpire but neither you or Tommy cared.

Grace soon came along, and Tommy found himself pursing a romantic relationship with her. It was more of a distraction if he was being honest – a chance to get over you. It had been months since you had last got on your knees for him, sexually and non-sexually, and Tommy was saddened – expecting you to come rushing back the next week. There were times when he would remember that you were a wedded lady, apparently content with the man that you were married too, but Tommy could read you like a book and he knew that it wouldn't be long before you were back. When you walked out of The Garrison after spending a few hours there - kissing Andrew because every time you pulled away you saw the smirk on Tommy's face – you gave Tommy a sneaky look, one that held possibilities.

Tommy was entirely wide of the mark. It was another year before he was finally blessed with your face – laughing, pleased and making jokes with Andrew at the bar in the aristocratic area of the races. Grace was on Tommy's arms, her eyes shifting over everyone in the room and Tommy should have been doing the same to check for any potential threat, but he couldn't look away from you – totally devoted in the scene that was in front of him. Tommy was upset and irritated, but he was pleased as well because he hadn't seen you in a long time.

It was like déjà vu.

"I'm going to get us a drink," Tommy stated, still not looking at Grace, before pointing over to an unoccupied table.

Grace looked at Tommy with confusion, not understanding his unexpected alteration in mood and the detached look in his eyes but she followed his instructions anyway and moved over to the table. With self-confidence, Tommy strolled over to the bar and stood next to Andrew who was facing away from him. From your seat, you could see directly over Andrew's shoulder and see the face that you had profoundly missed.

Tommy turned his head to the side and saw that you were looking at him, Andrew was too invested in some book-keeping that he held in his hand too notice.

"Two whiskeys," Tommy said to the bar man which peaked your attention: why was he ordering two drinks? "And whatever the lady besides me wants," he finished, turning to look at you once again with the same smirk that had been on his face since before the war.

At Tommy's remark, Andrew turned around and looked at Tommy up and down. "She's with me."

Tommy pretended to look astounded as he stood up straighter, sorting his exclusive and well-appointed suit jacket out. "Is that right? I didn't realise because she looked by herself and bored rigid. You wouldn't notice that though, would you? Considering the fact that your attention is on something else." Tommy pointed at the book-keeping before grinning. "I am remorseful."

Andrew looked back at you with flared nostrils before speedily putting the business paperwork inside of his suit pocket.

"Ignore him," you said, rubbing Andrew's arm. After years of knowing Tommy, you knew his tips and tricks and how he was a wind-up merchant. It was what landed him in trouble most of the time – the fact that he couldn't keep his mouth shut because he frequently had some quick and entertaining observation to say.

"If you want someone to show you a good time then I'll be in the stables looking at my stallion. Stable 3, alright?"

If anyone else was to listen in on the discussion, they would basically think that Tommy was speaking those words to wind up Andrew and fortunately, Andrew thought the exact same. You heard the correct connotations behind his words; an invitation and one that you were willing to agree to take.