You watch in a feverish joy as Thomas watches in disgust. The sight of young lovers entangling their limbs together, sat on the couch kissing one another. Completely lost in each other's eyes, you can practically see the hearts hovering over their heads, as he ducks down and kisses her neck.
"Fuckin' hell." Thomas groans, drinking down his whiskey before moving his arm behind you.
You two are sat across from Michael and his leading lady. A girl you think you know as June, but you're not too sure what her name is. Nonetheless, she's a stunner, and Michael isn't a sight for sore eyes neither. They look enchanted, glowy and happy.
You snuggle into his arm, draping yours over his chest. "Isn't young love so beautiful?"
"Beautiful?" Tommy laughs, "It's disgusting is what it is."
You sigh, loud enough for it to make Tommy look down at you and narrow his eyes. He can't understand why you're such a romantic, especially since you ended up with a man who is far from the Prince Charming you had always envisioned yourself being with.
He has his moments of showing his affection for you in ways that make you grin from ear to ear. Like serenading you in kisses, bringing you home flowers. Once he brought breakfast up to bed, of course the meal was prepared by the maids but it was enough to have you obsessing over him.
It's Karl's birthday, which meant it was a family event. There were Ada's friends, and Karl's friends all meshed together in their huge house. Adults who were all trying to impress each other, and the Shelby's who did not give a fuck about anyone else. You got him to not wear a suit, which was a huge accomplishment despite how tiny it might be. He looked effortlessly normal, which was rare. In a button up, sleeves rolled up and some dress pants on, it was more than enough. And no guns, you told him, absolutely not. It's not the time or the place for weapons.
He obliged after a while of protesting, calling you irrational. But bringing a gun to a birthday party sounded more irrational, right? The there was you, the middle woman, who really was just trying to enjoy herself.
You've had your fair share of fun, spinning some of the children around for a game of pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey and assisting Ada the best you could. Tommy helped with lighting the candles to the birthday cake with his matches. He even cracked a smile when the photographer came around and snapped a photo of you all.
We ended up on the couch as the kids played more games on the hot summers day. We spent the last few minutes sipping on whiskey as Ada broke into tears about her little boy turning six. It was a heartfelt message that had Michael and Clarice all horned up. Which then lead to this.
They get up, laced in a trance as he drags her out the room. Watching with your mouth open, do you turn to Thomas who also seems to be quite amused.
"Oi! Not in my bedroom!" Ada calls, "Or Karl's!"
He waves her off, and Thomas and I watch with wide, shocked eyes. They're going to fuck in Ada's house, you gulp, kids these days are absolutely mad!
I'm too old for his shit, you sigh, leaning against his shoulder.
"Where were you when you were Michaels age?" Thomas's voice is low, his lips leaning into your hair. "Did you have someone?"
Michael must be in his early twenties, you reckon. Jesus, what were you up to when you were in your early twenties? You pout, before remembering your first ever boyfriend Daniel Pollock. A good, decent man. But he couldn't last in the bedroom, poor thing finished himself off only a few minutes after we'd get to fucking. This was a shame considering Daniel had quite the package to him.
"I did." You say, helplessly blushing. The idea of talking to your lover about a previous lover creates an interesting feeling in you. Like you are revealing your secrets, but you're also very shy of a sudden.
"What? I thought I was your first?" He pulls back, staring at you with a confused gaze.
"Noooo..." You pull on the word, looking down at the buttons on his shirt, you poke at one, before he catches you hand in his. "I said you were the first man to ever make me...." Clearing your throat, you mention your lap.
Thomas was the first person to ever give you an orgasm, it was unexpected and new to you. And something you'll never get over.
"Ahhhhh," He leans back, proud or something. "So you had a man before me, huh and here I was thinking you were an angel sent from heaven." He grabs his cigarettes and lights one. He leans his head back and smokes it. "What was his name?"
Watching him before rolling your eyes. "Daniel."
"Fucking Daniel."
"Thomas," You swat his chest, pushing yourself to sit up. "What about you? Fucking nearly every woman in Small Heath before my arrival." Without thinking, you frown. He literally was fucking as many woman as possible, it's borderline disgusting.
He scoffs, as if him saying it once wasn't enough. "Fucking Daniel."
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• TOMMY SHELBY IMAGINES •
Fanfictionthese are ALL of MY Tommy's imagines. Hope you enjoy! The imagines that have parts will be SEPERATE STORIES (those are the fanfics OR part series like Divorcee & Sometimes) THERE are also Sentence Prompts that contain Tommy Shelby content! *unedit...