• TOMMY SHELBY IMAGINES •

something good

an: happy birthday my sweet, Ana. This is for you.

*warning: this is a likkle inappropriate.

Tommy took me to my flat, this was because I needed to get all dolled up for a family dinner. We were anxious, this was the first time he was going to meet my family. Of course his big obligations got in the way of things. He had promised though, promised that he was somehow going to juggle being a gangster and being a boyfriend for me.

It's been four months, our relationship hit its four month mark - I couldn't have been more thrilled, anxious, happy, excited. And I hope he also felt the same.

We were beginning to fall in love, that was evident. Apart from the mind blowing sex and sweet nothings, sleeping together, Tommy frequently spoke about his love for me. Finding me in bed, pulling me into him as he nuzzles his head into my neck. Murmuring things that made my heart leap. Besides the bullshit of his family business, apart from that, he was perfect to me.

We took the stairs to get to my flat, and as I held his hand, taking the stairs before him, I could feel his eyes linger my backside. It excited me. Everything about him excited me. Tommy and I were inseparably in love, kissing one another, touching one another until we were both satisfied, and I was never just satisfied. There was an undeniable sexual tug and pull between us. It was hard to do anything but pounce on top of him.

It was hard! Especially since he wore just the button up shirt and pants. It took the professional side away from him. With his hair partially falling over his eyes, I unlocked the door to my flat feeling his hands crawl around my body. He pinned me against my door, leaning in closer to me.

"Oi," I laugh, trying to get the key in the damn hole. "My neighbour will see us-"

"Let them." He hisses, moving my hair to one side before kissing my neck.

We poured into my flat, and before I could take off my shoes he spun me around and tried to have his way with me. I was quick enough to pull him away from me, stepping backwards into my home.

Raising an eyebrow, I point at him. "I hope you won't take long with whatever you're doing. Don't forget, you need to be at my family house for eight."

"I won't," He nags, trying to grab me, but I am quick enough to dodge him. "Come here!"

Persistent and stubborn, I continue. "My father likes punctual people. Especially when I'm introducing them as more than my friend."

I think the fact that I didn't see him all the time made me extremely excited about seeing him. I craved Tommy's body against mine every single second we were together - which wasn't really that often. I stare at his lips pleading for them to be pressed against mine. But I needed to get my point across. He has to be on time to this family dinner. He has to.

He reaches for me, and grabs a hold of my hand and pulls me in. I collapse on his chest, laughing as he lifts my head up to his and kisses me softly.

"I guess," He whispers against my lips, bringing vibrations to mine. "I'll be punctual."

I was quite the fan of him, that Tommy Shelby. His words get a smile out of me.

"When are you leaving me?" I whine, pressing my lips sluggishly along his jawline. I pout, wishing I had more time. "Say never."

He had chuckled, lifting me and walking us down the hallway. I adored this man, and I gave myself to this man. I saw nothing wrong with it. He grabbed a fists worth of my brown hair, tugging, forcing a groan to come out of my mouth, resting safely on his skin.