It's you and him staring at each other in a hate fueled rage. He's huffing and puffing, you're practically gasping for air. The huge dining room table sits between the the two of you, he leans in, you pull away. Thunder cracks the sky, scaring you a little. But your focus is on those big blue eyes that'll creep it's way into your heart if you don't think fast.
"Give them to me." He barks, gritting his teeth.
You snap back, "No."
He says your name, as if to warn you.
Pshhh, you think, "Thomas." You mock him.
He snarls.
You smirk.
"Why are you doing this?" He begs. "Ey? I need to get my work done."
"Your standing as OBE will not expire anytime soon." Waving the paper in your hands you dart your eyes at him. "This bloody paperwork is doing your head in. I can see it." You dance around the topic of Tommy being stressed.
"Christ! The only thing doing my head in is you."
You gasp with enthusiasm and sass, "Excuse me! I assure you, I am no thing, I am a breathing human being trying to help you no less."
He rolls his eyes, trying not to smile at you. "If I don't get this paperwork done, I assure you that I'll lose my position as leader of the Labour Party, babe," he sticks out a hand. "We don't want that do we?"
He makes his stupid way towards you, and you slowly back away. It's a slow walk, one that burns with anticipation. But you're inching towards the living room, getting him as far away from his office as possible. The fireplace is set, blankets ready for you two to lay on as he makes passionate love to you.
The thought makes your mouth water, there is nothing, and no one you want more.
"You want to know what else you might lose your position of?" You ask, staring as he glares his pretty hypnotic eyes at you.
He cocks an eyebrow.
"Being my lover." You tease
Like a cheetah frozen, overlooking his meal, you can see his eyes narrow. Those long lashes of his staring back at you. That beautiful look on his face, is something that makes you weak. He drags his tongue over his bottom lip, right before lunging at you.
In a sudden fiery fury, you are embraced and tackled to the floor. Papers fly all over which makes you kind of upset that he won. He cradles your body so that you don't hit the floor in any pain, making sure you're safe. Tommy does what he can to embrace you, whilst trying desperately to tickle you. Because to be fair, there isn't a better noise than the sound of your laughter.
Tommy manages to crawl on top of yous. Looking down at your lips as he licks his. "What am I going to do with you?"
In a sneaky embrace, you snake your arms around him and slowly move your leg against his side. "I think I have a few ideas." You naughtily answer.
He pushes his fingers into your hair, showing off your face to him, he smiles proudly. "You beautiful angel, you..." Leaning down, he kisses your nose quickly before pulling back.
Leaning in, you try to kiss him. In an urgency to feel his lips against his, but Tommy pulls away and quickly grabs your wrists. Pinning you to the floor, you sigh. "What are you playing at?"
He smirks, leaning down to kiss you ever so softly. "I need to get my work done." He breathes before pulling himself to stand. "No matter how bad I want you."
Exhausted, you let out a huff, you push yourself to sit up. "Toss the work and fuck me, damn it!" You order.
He spins around, opening his mouth slightly, Tommy smiles lopsidedly at you. "I still intend on doing that," He replies, "Give me to the hour." He softly says, not moving from the hallway. "Alright?"
"Well, I might be asleep. I'm a busy lady you know.." You roll your eyes, pushing yourself to get up.
You can hear his laugh as he makes his way into his office. You can't help but sigh deeply, knowing pretty damn sure that you'll be stay awake until Tommy is yours again.

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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...