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- 1-Between the Walls and the Whiskey
- 1
"She can't work here Tommy, I know Jeremiah's one of your mates, he's been workin' with us for a long time now, hell he's like family. But... it but it just isn't right."
Thomas Shelby looked up at his brother, the frantic worry in Arthur's glassy eyes made him look every bit as mad as he really was.
Joe, the youngest stood beside the oldest of the Shelby brothers, arms crossed, jaw muscles working as he held back his own opinions on the matter.
Tommy knew this was coming, he'd known it the moment he told Jeremiah Jesus that his niece could be expected at work tonight. The news of her had traveled faster than he'd anticipated but he was far from surprised.
With a few words he could silence the family on the topic for good,but a part of him didn't want to hush them like dogs. He liked a bit of a fight every once in a while, and he didn't mind it now because nothing they could say would change his mind. Jeremiah was a good man who’d done a lot of work with him, he could be counted on in a fight and had been there to help when things got out of hand with rival families. He was without question one of Tommy’s most loyal friends, and he would not let him down now.
"Alright Arthur." Tommy said sitting up. He grabbed his glass of whiskey and took a quick swallow of the stuff. It left a familiar trail of fire down his throat ending with an explosion of warmth in his belly. "You go on, tell Jeremiah that we wont take her on because she's the wrong color. Go on and tell him yourself. It's your bar after all." He said, blue eyes fixed calmly on the now sweating older brother.
Arthur began to fidget. He took a step back, ran a callused hand through his flopping hair, crossed his arms then uncrossed them. He looked to his little brother Joe, then back to Tommy. He had nothing to say because nothing could be said. He couldn't do it. No matter how wrong he thought it was, he knew just like Tommy, that if they could have Isaiah and Jeremiah on the payroll, they could have their cousin and niece.
With a sigh and a shove off the table, Arthur shook his head but gave up the fight. " Fine," He said turning to go, but stopped turning on his heels to add. "Don't let her behind the bar. None of the men will drink if she pours."
Tommy nodded over his glass, letting his eyes fall to the floor. already his mind working on things more important than what the men might think of the new serving girl. But for her sake he hoped she was quick on her feet and brave enough for life in the Garrison.

**
The night brought out the worst in people, and Cecilia knew it as she shut the door to her uncles house behind her. She stood clutching her small pocket book looking up and down the street before stepping out into the cool night air.
It was late, but not late enough that people had gone to bed. It was just the right time to begin this sort of work.
Back home she liked being at the bar before the crowd would trickle in. It gave her time to set up and get ready, mentally and physically, though she knew serving at The Garrison would be different from the old place down Millers road.
She also knew the sort of men that owned this place, had known types just like them back home. The only difference had been the color of their skin, and even then it didn't always matter. They were trouble, and nothing but danger. And her own uncle was mixed up with them.
She hated the violence and the ridiculous cock strutting but, she couldn't ignore her own pull to the life style. Comfort and a sense of protection brought on by being in with the right family was appealing in some respects, though watching a gun fight or seeing a man stabbed to death was something she could have do without. And both had already happened back home outside of old bar.

People glanced at her as she quickly and quietly made her way through the streets towards her destination. Surely they knew who she was, having arrived a week ago from the states, but it was clear that actually seeing her was something different all together.
Her uncle and cousin were the only two blacks in the area. And though her skin was almost as light as Isaiah’s, she still carried enough of a natural tan that made heads turn as she walked by.
No one said a word to her though. A few men stood up a little straighter as she passed, their eyes full of crude curiosity, but they didn't dare touch her.
She had those Shelby boys to thank for that no question.
Having only met Joe and his wife briefly, she didn't know what the others were like, but guessed them to be well enough considering the acceptance of her job proposal.
The Garrison was now one of the nicest pubs, if not the nicest for miles, and with business at an all time high, they needed an extra hand. And Cecilia had the experience and the stomach for life inside a bar.
And so she went through the dimly lit streets, head high, heart racing, and her heels clicking against the cobbles as she made her way for her first shift.
**

The knock at the door was soft and unusual. Guest were either invited in before hand or
led in by Tommy or his brothers.

He glanced over at Joe who shrugged then looked back up at the small silhouette
behind the decorative frosted glass.

Tommy quickly realized that It was her. The girl who'd gotten his brother in a huff this
morning." Come in." He said sitting back and taking a hit of the cigarette held tight between his fingers.
The door opened and she stepped inside.
His eyes fixed firmly on the girl that stood small and straight in the doorway. Was she what he’d been expecting? No, no not at all. He thought.
She didn't look like her uncle, and not like her cousin for that matter. She was darker, and that might be bad for her, but what she lacked in fair skin, she more than made up for in beauty. Large black eyes lined with thick, curled lashes She had hair as black as pitch, wavy and soft, pulled back with pins, though a few strands had found their way loose. Her full mouth turned up at the corners giving her a sort of permanent smile, but the way she looked down at him said that she could more than handle herself out there with a bunch of drunken bastards.
She did show him a real smile then and gently shut the door behind her. With the noise of the crowd shut out, she turned to both men again. "I just wanted to thank you personally for giving me the job. It really means a lot, and i know it's not an easy choice to take me on, I know a lot of the men wont like it. But for the ones that will, I promise to be well worth my wages."
He let a smile dart across his own face. She was holding a canter of whiskey on her tray, and so he slowly pushed his glass towards her with a finger.
She watched him, then with an ease that made him sit up a little straighter, she poured the liquor into the glass, and slid it back into his waiting palm.
"You work hard for us, and we'll make sure everyone likes you." Joe said.
Her eyes shot across the small room with the realization that tommy wasn't the only one here. "Thank you." She said in a voice so sweet that on any other woman would have seemed contrived. But he could see it, sense it. That was her. Sweet, but not to be underestimated. A short woman with finely muscled arms, and a thin neck that held her head high and steady. Her small hands gripped that whiskey like they'd been made to pour him a thousand drinks.
And then Thomas Shelby realized he was still looking at her, and she at him.

"Thank you, Cecilia." He said dismissing her.

She nodded and turned, shutting the door behind her.

**

The end of the night came quickly, and she was certain she'd done a fine job. The crowd
was rough, but well enough considering. The men made rude comments and sadly attempted to buy her for the night, but only a few, and they eventually got the point that she wasn't for sale, nor amused by their comments, and most importantly, in with the family that owned the establishment.
Feeling quite accomplished, after a night of keeping a bar full of men happy, she was a little confused as to why the bartender told her Mr. Shelby wanted her to wait to speak with him before she left for the night.
It was late, late enough that she wanted nothing more than to crawl into her small bed and sleep until midday. The break she’d taken from serving? to help her sick mother and the time it took to travel to Birmingham had been long enough that she'd forgotten the strain the late nights can take on the body.
"How long did you serve at your last pub?"
Thomas had come out of his hiding place and appeared like a vision at the end of the bar. Only slightly drunk , but still alert and very much able to intimidate her, though she refused to let him see.
"Almost a year sir." She answered and finished slipping on her coat as he walked to the middle of the bar and stubbed out a cigarette.
He nodded and motioned her her to come to him, which she did with slow and deliberate steps.
A foot away, he gazed down on her. His eyes more blue than any sky she'd ever seen though they where half lidded and as ready for sleep as she was, seemed to burrow deep into her own. When Tommy looked at her, she felt like he was working out all the puzzles of her brain. It make the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end and It took only one cold glare from him for her to understand how and why he’d risen to such heights in the world of gambling and all around hooliganism so quickly.
"An advance." He said and she realized his hand resting on the bar, was also holding a few notes in place. "You've done fine.” He said, the tips of his long fingers tapping the money. “The men weren't easy on you tonight, but you didn't let them wear you down."
She smiled and shook her head. “No, not after one night! Never,” She laughed “It would take a lot more than that." She said and chanced looking up at him.
He was still just staring at her, but somewhere, in those blue pools, she saw a hint of something akin to kindness, and maybe something else. She could only hope it was respect. Coming from him it that would be something.
"Thank you,” She said softly “ But I wouldn't want you to think that i'll always expect this. I want to make my way, and be paid the same as everyone else. I'll wait until the end of the to be fair."
He smiled and looked away, his eyes gliding along the ceiling then over at the bar. He sat down at one the tall chairs and lit a cigarette. "Is there anything else you can do?" He asked.
"What do you mean sir?” She asked studying the back of his head, and his profile. "Have you done any other work, or were you born serving in a bar?"

"I've done other things, cleaned, watched after babies... I-I helped my uncle a few
times."

"Your uncle Jeremiah?"

"Yes, when he came to see his sister, my mother. He needed help with a few things, and so, i helped him." She wondered if he was catching on to what she was saying. She was no stranger to this life. It wasn't pleasant but she knew it well enough.
Nodding slowly and taking a drag, he blew the smoke out through his parted lips before speaking again. "You don't need to offer anything you aren't comfortable with, but you are part of this now. You know that."
She nodded.
"Good." He said and sipped whiskey that she hadn't noticed in his other hand. " You'll be paid at the end of the week as you've requested." He said, and with one last flash of blue and a cold smile, he put out the cigarette, stood and walked away, leaving his whiskey behind.
**

The weeks went on and quickly became months, and so did her work. Serving at the bar
was surprisingly easy. As was life in the town. Without the liberty to shun her for fear of retaliation from the Shelby’s, people actually got to know her instead. And so when shopping at the market or stopping at the store, she was greeted with smiles instead of prejudice and began to know people by name. She was beginning to feel at home in Birmingham, and The Garrison.
The brothers handled business in their room near the door, and she, always watchful made sure to see who was coming and going. Why, she wasn't sure, but it felt good to know who came and went. She learned that the man with the black coat and Beaver hat came only on Friday nights, and the two men with beards came on Sunday afternoons before they closed. She knew about the horses and book keeping, but she didn't know what other business ventures the men were currently in, and she didn't care. She was content to tend bar and live a pleasant life in the lively but dark little part of town.
She was also content with the friendship that had slowly formed with Thomas Shelby.

At the end of each night, when he was there, he would come out and sit at the middle of the bar and talk to her. They didn’t say a lot at first, and the conversations were a little stifled, but she could make him laugh with stories of her own night and that made her happy. She was always careful not to pry to deeply into his affairs, and out of respect he didn’t ask about hers outside of the usual. He made sure she was comfortable at home, that they were paying her well enough to eat good food and wear warm, good clothes. And she would reassure him that she and her uncle and cousin were living a life of luxury.
One night, Tommy only gave her a nod before walking out the door. He looked angry and she was sure something was happening. She stood, broom in hand staring at the wooden doors.
The bartender told her then that it was a little odd, their friendship, and that she should be very careful. And that if Tommy ever decided he wanted her, or any of his brothers for that matter that she should go with them without question. He said the way Tommy was when the bar was empty and it was just the two of them, was not the real Tommy Shelby.
Cecilia did believe him, but she chose to push the truth aside for the way her heart began to jump at the sound of him closing the door to the sitting room. She would slip on her coat like she was going to leave, but instead would casually slide it over the back of her chair as he sat pouring himself a drink, and once or twice he would pour one for her.
It might have been a little unconventional for a thug like him, but she was happy to know his lighter side. The side that smiled and laughed and slowly began to talk to her without hesitation.
Seven months to the date, her anniversary of employment, shouting came from the little room, and she stopped , ears perked, hands gripping a bottle. She'd never been in a fight or a

bar fight, but she wouldn't go down in one either. And from the volume and content being thrown back and forth between the men, she was sure one would break out soon.
The doors had flown open and a large man came stumbling out. Tommy and Arthur followed after him looking only slightly disheveled. The man tried to say something, but Tommy hit him once, so fast his fist was a blur. One good solid blow to the face, and blood was drawn. The man held his face cursing Tommy and Arthur as he ran out the doors, the bar held in wrapt silence.
Cecilia would never forget the way Tommy looked as he stood up straight, his back to them all. The jacket of his suit was a little wrinkled, and she saw the blood drip from his fist.
He looked back over his shoulder,and her face like a beacon among the crowd was easy for him to find.
His hair was a mess of thick dark brown, his eyes were alive and beaming. She couldn't move so long as he stood there. And it wasn't until she felt the tug of her dress and the request for more beer, that she pulled away and looked down at the thirsty old man.
That night had been odd. He never fought inside, she never saw him fight at all actually, though there was no doubt he and his brothers did their fair share of brutality. It wasn't until about a week later that she learned why.
**
It was a little early for her to be leaving for work but she wanted to help stock the shelves. Evening had come but it wasn't to dark yet. Her guard was down when she walked through the streets, and had she not been thinking of the night ahead, she probably would have heard the men. But she did not, and one moment of carelessness was all it took.
Rough, large hands pulled her into the shadows of an ally. Sour breath was in her face so quickly, she gagged and pushed away, angry and confused.
"He's not here now is he darkie!" The deep voice and thick accent were not familiar but so much like every man in this town he could be anyone.
Cecilia opened her eyes to find that he was indeed a stranger, and dirty and large. And he was not alone. His simple looking friend was grinning over her assailants shoulder.
"Who?" She asked,” Who’s not here now?”
"You're little protector. And you're not going to tell him are you? Because if you do, we'll gut you, and your old preacher uncle. And that boy will hang."
These same words had been spoken to her before, but by men her own color. She found it pathetic as well as terrifying, but they didn't have to know that.She couldn't let them smell the fear on her, though she'd broken out in a cold sweat. To get out of this alive she had to stay calm, think ten steps ahead and never let them smell the fear.
And standing there, the mans hand around her throat, her back shoved against the cold brick wall, she realized that she liked having the Shelby protection, but she didn't always need it.
"Alright, i wont say a word." She said her heart pounding in her chest.
The men laughed and the one who'd grabbed her shoved her higher up against the wall, his hands quickly finding his way to her breast and the other urging him to shove her skirts up over her head.
"Come on, hurry before someone comes!"He said in the darkness. And Cecilia swore she heard the sound of shoes rushing over stone, though she couldn't tell if they were coming or going.
Her stomach lurched as the man tried to kiss her, but she was quick and turned her head, managing to slap him as she did.

Of course this just angered him, and he let her know it with a quick rip of her dress and a nice slam of her head into the damp brick for good measure.
It became clear that she would not be able to get out of this without a fight.
He set his mouth to working on the soft curve of each nearly exposed breast, and she let him for just long enough to reach down, under her skirts.
Her fingers, stretching well past their usual length, found the thing she hoped would get her out of this mess. The cool metal of her knife sheathed against her thigh was reassuring and instantly terrifying. She was actually going to use it... but she couldn't think now, time to act.
She quickly pulled it from it's place and with one fluid move, thrust it into the fleshy part of his back, somewhere near an important organ she hoped.
His cry was unearthly, and he fell away back arched in agony as his friend, horrified and confused tried to comfort and quiet the man.
Her eyes wide with shock and horror, the bloodied knife still in her hand, Ceclia started to back away from the men. Her head was spinning, she didn’t know if she should try and finish the job, but he was so big, and so was his friend. She was lucky she’d managed to do any damage at all. But then to let him live... he would come after her again and it would be so much worse than what they had planned this time.
Her heart felt like it would explode as she tried to figure out what to do.
The uninjured man looked up and saw her still there. He shouted something to her and started to set the other man down.
He was coming for her.
She spun around and started to run, the light of the street like the light of the sun compared to dark wet ally. The alley way that would see her dead if she didn’t get away now.
And as she ran, she heard the sound of shoes coming towards her. In her shock and fear, she stopped ready to stab again, but instead, her cousins face found the light and she grabbed his arm pulling him out from between the buildings, the man not far from them now.
“Come on then!” Isaiah shouted once they stumbled into the street.
She didnt know if he was yelling for her to keep running or the man to come at them. Either way, it was over. The man saw who she clung to, and he recognized him instantly.
He stopped and was backing slowly away. His friend had stumbled along, close enough to be helped to his feet by the silly looking man.
“You’re gonna pay for this!” Isaiah spat at them “Both of you, you better run now if you know what’s best for you!” He said clinging to his cousin as she started to fall.
The rush of adrenaline had given her the strength to stab the man, but just as quickly as she’d found her nerve, it was draining.
They went off one being dragged by the other, back into the darkness, but not without looking back over their shoulders every few steps. The first one who had tried to rape her eyes were wide the sickening realization that he would soon be loosing them.
Cecilia stood on shaking legs, her nails digging into the meaty part of her palms as her fist refused to relax. She didn’t have her knife anymore, she must have dropped it and a part of her was happy that she had.
She watched them go and damned them before finding her footing and pushing away from Isaiah. “I’m fine, I’ve got work to do.” She said her voice shaking.
“Not like that!” He said, eyes trying to look anywhere but at her exposed chest. She instinctively pulled the fabric back together, clutching at the remains of her dress.
She was still in shock but knew he was right. She would have to go home, and tonight she wouldn’t see the friends she’d made or work for her earnings. Tonight she wouldn’t see him, and it was him that she wanted to see most of all. It was him that could make this all better, but

she wouldn’t burden anyone with it. No she would go home and sew her dress, and have a cup of tea, she thought, her trembling hand smoothing wayward strands of hair from her eyes.

**
“Where is she now?” Tommy asked, his boots pounding the stones as he walked along side Isaiah.
“At home, she says she’s fine, but i don’t think she is. How could she be. I don't know what they did before I got there, and that man probably died!” Her cousin said in a bit of a panic.
Tommy glanced over at the boy and without a word, put a reassuring hand around the back of his neck. “It’s alright. Everything will be worked out, alright?”
The younger man nodded, his face twisted in anger.

“I want you to go home and look after her, we’ll be in touch soon,”

“No! If you’re going after them, i’m going with you.” He said defiant and ready for a
battle.

“You should go home Isaiah.” Tommy said not convincingly enough for the enraged teen. “I should gut that fucker.” He said between tight lips and a clenched jaw.

Tommy smiled and dropped his hand, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. “That
you should.” He said and the two of them went on in ready silence.
**

The knock at the door made Cecilia sit up in her chair , her sewing forgotten for a
moment as her uncle went to open it. She could hear him going down the hall and his sweet sing song voice as he opened the door, but she couldn't hear who had come to visit. It wasn't unusual to have someone come to talk to him, and so she went back to her sewing.
She hummed an old nearly forgotten song softly as she sat rocking and working the needle and thread. But the glint of the needle reminded her of it all, when she wanted more than anything to forget the feel of the blade as it pushed past the fabric of the mans coat, and how his skin gave way under the pressure of the blades’ point.
Her hand stopped moving for a moment as she remembered the scream he made. It would haunt her for far longer than it should. But he would have left her for dead in the end, and with more pain than what her knife had given him. The sort of pain that you don’t heal from for a long time. She’d seen it before and was thankful that she’d been strong enough to stop it from happening to her.
“Hello Cecilia.”
She looked up and her eyes cleared to find the face that matched the deep soft rumble of his voice.
“Hello Tommy.” She said sounding like a ghost, her voice so thin and light in the room. She sat her dress down on the small table beside her and looked up at him.
A tiny trickle of blood just below his hairline left evidence of a fight. She knew without asking the fight had been for her.
Getting up, Cecilia grabbed a handkerchief from the table and dipped in it her glass of water. She went to him and with only the faintest hint of a smile reached up and wiped the blood from his temple. There was no cut there, no wound. And so she knew it wasn't his blood. But no it wouldn’t be his, not against men like that.
She reached down and took his large right hand in her own, raising it to see if his knuckles were red, and they weren't. Not much of a fight at all, she thought, still the men had paid the price. The faint sheen of red along the edge of his caps razor was still there. Had he left it for her to see, to know that he had taken care of it.
“Was the other one dead?” She asked

He shook his head no. “ Just wounded. “ He said, and she felt his eyes dancing over her face for a moment.
“ I didn’t want to do it Tommy. But they gave me no choice.”
He nodded. “I know. And you know how it is. How things work here. They had to be dealt with, or none of our women could walk the streets in peace.”
Cecilia took a step back looking up into the eyes of her boss. Her heart ached at the sight of him, but still she knew better than to hope, or even want. And at the moment she felt somewhat disappointed because of this realization. “Because you don’t fuck with the peaky blinders?” She asked tossing the stained kerchief down. She nodded understanding now and turned her back to him, warming her hands by the fire.
He’d done it to save face. To protect his name and the image they fought so hard to attain. He hadn’t done it for her at all.
Tommy didn’t say anything for a while, until he was there behind her, she could feel his breath on her neck and she stood frozen for fear that moving would end the contact between them.
“That’s right. You understand your place here don't you.” He asked
She nodded looking into the flames. Im your goddamn serving wench and nothing more, she thought with a deep breath.
“You're a part of a bigger machine now Cecelia. One that can’t be broken by drunken bastards with nothing better to do than attack a woman.”
Her eyes closed at his words and she swallowed the lump in her throat. “ Yes, of course. Thank you Tommy, I-I didn’t want to hurt anyone or see anyone hurt, but i know that it needed to be done, and I’m glad that you took the time to see to it yourself.”
The fire crackled, the shadows of the room flickered and jumped around them. He stood for a just a second more before turning and walking out the room.
She listened to him go down the hall and waited for the sound of the door to shut before spinning around “Tommy!” She called, knowing it was to late. He’d gone on to see to the rest of his business. Just like he’d seen to it tonight. Always the business man. And she felt shame for the tears that welled in her eyes, because they were for him, and he was not deserving.
**

Tommy walked out of the house, the warmth leaving him with the shutting of the door.
The night air stole the smell of her from him and he cursed it under his breath.

Walking with his head down, eyes peering out from under his cap, he lit his cigarette and
took a deep long pull.

It had been his choice to avenge her. He could have let her cousin do it alone, he could
have stayed sitting comfortably waiting for an update from Isaiah or Joe, but something had compelled him to do it himself.
The first time they’d insulted her in the Garrison was enough to make him toss them from the bar with a knock to the nose for good measure. This was to much. And while he had been truthful about needing to make sure people knew what happened when they stepped to his family and those in their employ, he had not been truthful with himself when he’d sliced the razor across the mans eyes.
He did it not for the family name, but because he felt insulted, personally attacked by a stinking drunk who dared to touch her. Her, that he couldn't even touch. Though no one could stop him. He was fairly certain she wouldn’t. So what was stopping him, other than the obvious taboo. And that didn’t matter to him, not really.
Tommy did what he wanted because he’d worked hard, paid his dues and had the brain and the balls to make things happen the way he wanted. He was Thomas Fucking Shelby... so

why the hell was he so angry even after taking care of the two men. Why was she suddenly so important to him. And then he realized it wasn't so very sudden as the sight of Cecilia standing near the fire came to him, her thin neck bent and the fine hairs down the nape aglow in the light. He saw her again, big black eyes looking up into his own as she wiped another mans blood from his brow. He saw her smiling and laughing with him sitting at the Garrison after everyone else had gone home. The way she took sips of whiskey, the time he’d shared a cigarette with her. The way she looked at him when he told stories of the horses and his brothers. But he rarely spoke about business with her, it was like the two worlds didn’t collide and didn’t need to. She had become an escape from it when he needed it most. And then he stopped in his tracks, the light of a streetlamp illuminating him as he realized he hadn’t taken the pipe since he’d begun talking to her at night. He’d considered it a few times, but found sleep came easy these days.
He thought back to the night when she got him to talk about the war. He didn’t say much, not really, but what he did tell her, she listened to. She didn’t say she was sorry or say she knew how he felt. She didn’t say anything at all, she just sat and listened, and when he was done, she poured him a little more whiskey and gave his hand a little squeeze with her own.
And There was something in the way she’d handled herself tonight, and in the way she accepted his reaction to her assault that made him smile. Tough was an understatement. She had the sort of disposition that made people want to know her. She was quiet enough, but he’d seen her put a few drunks in their place late nights at the bar.
Standing at no more than five foot two in a crowd of white men, drunk and rowdy with want for a woman and drink, she held her own easily. And they loved her for it.
He loved her for it.
Shaken by the notion of love, actual love, Tommy quickly pushed the thought from his head, took another pull then flicked the cigarette away and with it the notion of love for Cecilia, the bar maid.
**

Cecilia couldn’t deny that she hated the way it was between them now. He didn’t look at
her anymore. Only a quick glance and a thank you when she brought in beer and whiskey. Arthur paid her more mind than Tommy did and that was enough to drive her mad.
She was wiping down the tables when the doors to their room opened and the brothers walked out, Joe and Arthur almost falling over themselves drunk, Tommy laughing at them as he followed and shut the doors.
“Just those last two and then you can go” The bartender said with a kind smile and a wink for her. She nodded back and looked away, finishing her work.
The bar was spotless, and that was no small feat. She’d made some tips and would be paid tomorrow morning. Not a bad weeks work at all.
In fact as she put on her coat and called out her goodnight to the bartender, she felt good for the first time since the attack.
Which is why it was all the more painful for her to find that Tommy was waiting for her outside.
You nearly scared me to death!” She said, hand to her heart.
“Oh I doubt that.” He answered pushing off the wall of the bar and genuinely smiling down at her. She allowed herself to smile back and began to walk. He fell into slow sure steps beside her.
“What, what are you doing Mr. Shelby?” She asked

“I’m walking you home” He answered, eyes on the road.

"Thanks, but I think i'll be alright?” She answered unsure of why he suddenly decided to take an interest in her again.
"Are you sure?" He asked, the arrogance in his voice making the hairs on her arm rise in protest.
"I am. Actually. Yes," She said stopping and turning to face him. He took a few long strides past her before stopping, his head dropping back , eyes up at the sky. He sighed loudly then turned to look at her. " It would make me happy to walk you home tonight Cecilia." He said arms out in defeat.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head no. " If you're really afraid some one else might try and pull another stunt like those two blind fools, you're mistaken Tommy. Everyone knows now. Don't you worry about that. Everyone know who I work for and who looks out for me. The goddamn Shelby's and the fucking Peaky Blinders."
Her eyes burned into his as she went past him, she would have smacked him right across his wide, freckled face if she'd been so bold, but alas she held tight to the sleeves of her coat and kept walking not caring to speak to him again.
Her heart was pounding as she rounded the corner. She wanted to turn to see if he was still there but knew he was without looking.
Up ahead, standing and talking, she spotted silhouettes in the mist. Two men turned to see who was coming, and she stopped in her tracks. Flashes of that night came back to her and for a moment she wanted to run back towards the safety of The Garrison. But she found her courage and regained her composure and walked in a perfect line, straight towards them.
The way she was feeling right now, she practically dared them to try.

"Good evening gentlemen." She said in a strong, clear voice.

"Good e'n" They both replied, tipping their caps and looking very confused at her, and
the well known man who followed.

She turned down the top of her long street and listened for him but heard nothing. She
could sense him though , very close.

She really couldn't believe he was following her. The, the great and indestructible, feared
and loved, hated and lauded Thomas Shelby, was lurking in the shadows like a school boy, following her home.
Cecilia smiled and ran a hand over her sleepy eyes. "Tommy, I'm almost home, its alright if you go now." She said, eyes up at the grey clouds and white moon.
And then she felt him there , behind her and close. Close enough to hear his breathing and feel the warmth of his body.
His hand was hesitant, but strong as it slid up her arm, fingers closing around her bicep. Her turned her around to face him, and in the dark, she could see the look she'd been waiting for in those cold blue eyes. Hiding behind heavy lids and long black lashes she saw what she'd only dared to imagine once before.
Slowly, and very deliberately, he let go of her arm to push aside the heavy wool of her open coat with his fingers. He tilted his his head to see the curve of her, his eyes going soft at the sight. Sliding his hand over her stomach to the smallest part of her waist he found his way to the small of her back and with one show of strength, pulled her in and up to him.
Her breath caught in her throat and her gaze floated from his beautiful eyes, to his full lips, parted, and slowly coming down to meet hers.
The heat from his mouth was enough to make her forget all anger. She had been wrong, he did want her. And the glorious realization of it was enough to break her heart in the worst way. Cecilia smiled against his lips, her eyes shut tight, her emotions threatening to choke her.
Her steady hand went up to touch his face still smooth from this mornings shave, she followed the strong line of his jaw up to his ear that was cold in the night air, finally sliding

across the soft velvet of his infamously shaved head, before settling into his mess of dark brown locks.
Tommy held her close to him with his other arm, locking them so tightly together that she felt the need for air rising as quickly as her need to kiss him.But she wouldn't stop for fear that when she did, the moment would be gone forever. She could cry for fear that this would never happen again,
And then, the sound of nails clicking against stone came rushing past them and broke them apart.
An old stray dog went past, running from what who knew, but the kiss had ended and Cecilia watched it go wondering if the entire moment was just a dream.
But when she turned to face tommy again, he was still there, looking down at her like a man drunk with love instead of whiskey for once.
"You didn't have to walk me home." She said, her hand resting on the fine fabric of this coat.
"I know that, and i know that you're brave, sometimes to brave. But I know you can take care of yourself. And i want you to know that what i did to those men, I did because I had to, and because I wanted to. It has everything to do with business, that can't be helped."
She looked away, blocking out those last words, but he gave her a little shake to get her to look at him again.
"Listen to me," He said and her eyes lifted to see him again. "Business can't be helped, but I also did it, because for me, well. I don't take kindly to people helping themselves to things that i want, things that belong to me. I know you're a modern woman, independent and strong." He said smiling, she grinned , hiding her face in the warm folds of his coat for a moment before letting him go on. "But, when I see you, I see a woman that works for me in many ways, that I need to take care of, because she's mine. And i'll not have them think they can get away with anything when it comes to you. They all know that now. And they wont soon forget it."
Cecilia's heart filled with blood as it drained from all the un necessary parts of her body. It exploded into a thousand shards hurting until she could not stand to look at him anymore. Her eyes fell to look down at his boots, and her own plain black shoes. "I am independent, and I like that you know that. But tonight ... I want to belong to you." She said, the words sticky in her throat. She was still afraid of what this might mean, but it was certainly all that she'd wanted for so long now.
"Are you sure?" He asked searching her face for truth.
Biting her lip and nodding slowly, she found his eyes again and no other words needed to be spoken.
They went silently back through the streets to his house. Her uncle, though a dear friend of Tommy's would not treat her the same if he heard them, or woke to find Tommy Shelby frying eggs in the morning.
And so, with her hand tucked in his, he lead her to his home, and to his bed.
**

Feeling suddenly nervous, Cecilia stood in the middle of his room while he took of his
coat and hung it up. She'd never even been in his house before, and now here she was in his room, only minutes away from his bed. It seemed so much more intimate than the act of sex itself. She saw little things that belonged to him, his razor and soap at the basin. Cuff links and a watch on the table. Another pair of boots sat perfectly under a long black coat that hung on the wardrobe. And it smelled like him too. Like his sweat and blood and dreams, she smiled.
He was in just an undershirt and trousers now, and slid his boots beside the others. So deliberate and precise. It was just as she'd imagined him to be.

And when he turned to her again , she traced the vein in his hand that ran up the lean smooth muscle of his forearm to the solid curve of his bicep. His broad shoulders straightened and she followed the slope of his collar bone until it disappeared into his neck where his quickened pulse gave him away. He was as excited and maybe as nervous as she was.
It made her relax a little to see him as human, and not just an imagined idea of what he might be like were this to ever happen
"Take your coat and shoes off." He said kindly, though to someone that didn't know him, it might have come across as more of an order.
Cecilia didn't care, she did as he said, laying her coat over his on the back of the chair. She placed her shoes beside the two pairs of boots and turned back to face him.
"Come here." He said, and her heart gave a few quick beats at the definite command.
His wide palms and strong fingers ran along her body stopping to enjoy her hips, his own swaying to answer the call of hers. He gripped her thighs, the fabric of her dress spilling through his hands." Turn around." He said, his voice husky and wanting.
His breath fell on her neck and shoulder in long slow waves as he unbuttoned her dress, and then she turned so that he could take it off the rest of the way, letting it fall to the floor.
He reached down gathering her slip in his hands lifting it up over her head, her arms falling free from the straps. The room while pleasant, was cold enough to make the fine hairs on her body rise as the nipples of her full round breast did against the draft.
She smiled watching him, watch her. He took in the sight of her half naked body like a boy. And she wondered how long it had been since he'd been with a woman, one that he actually cared for.
Reaching back over his own shoulder, he gripped his shirt and easily pulled it off over his head tossing it aside, like a snake shedding its old pale scales to reveal the new glowing skin beneath. And then it was her turn to stare.
Scars tell many stories, and he had a novel. She didn't dare ask him to tell her about them now, but she knew eventually he would find the time, maybe in the light of the rising sun, many mornings from now, for she planned on seeing him like this again and again and again.
Her small hands slid up the surprisingly soft skin of his shoulders until she could pull him closer, her lips brushing against his chest, the hair that covered it tickling her cheek.
She could hear his heart beating heavy and loud and it made her smile.
He bent down to kiss her head, her cheek, and then his lips, soft and gentle on her neck made her breath come out in tiny gasps.
He kissed there, and the small hollow of her throat, and down the valley of her breast teasing each one in turn. Sucking and kissing making her knees give way, only his arms and the grip she had on them kept her up. And she could feel him, so hard against her, even through the fabric of his pants. Her own wetness a welcome response.
"Tommy?" She whispered.
He grunted in response. His mouth to busy finding new places to kiss. "I believe everything you said tonight, but I must know, if we do this, will you regret it in the morning? Will you think me nothing more than a whore who works for you, that you can take when you want and leave when it pleases you?"
He stopped and looked up at her from his place at her stomach. Standing slowly, he held her away from him by her shoulders. That distant, calculating look was back and she held her breath waiting for him to say the worst.
But it was then that he truly surprised her.
Reaching up, he rested a very warm palm on her cheek, his thumb gently stroking the soft curve of it. "You're not a whore. You're a woman. A woman that means more to me than I

think i'll say at the moment. And in the morning, if you wake and find me gone, don't worry. I wont be far and I will be back. I'll always be back. When you'll have me."
**
They collapsed on the bed, her head bouncing against the pillow. Their mouths met with bruising force, her hands clinging to his wide muscular back as he shoved her legs apart with a knee.
She looked down between them to find him ready and not the least bit lacking. "Look at me" He said.

She hesitated, feeling shy.

"Look at me Cecilia." He said, his deep voice vibrating in her chest.
She looked up, her fingers locked behind his neck brushing against that fine velvet hair. He looked into her eyes and lowered his hips to hers, reaching down to guide the way, quickly finding the wet warm welcome of her.
Cecilia gasped as he pushed against her until she felt him spread her wide. An involuntary moan escaped from her lips as she felt him push deeper inside, to the deepest parts of her that made a tingling heat spread from her belly to the tips of her fingers.
"I won't leave you." He whispered gently working his way in and then out, very slowly to get the feel of her until he slid deep inside again, their bodies flat against each other.
"I know Tommy." She answered. "Don't stop. And don't leave. I love you to much, it'll be the death of me."
He closed his eyes, his face sad but overcome with the feeling of her, so wet and so tight around him, and the profession of her love for the likes of him.
He pulled out a little, brushing the head of his cock against her wet lips, before thrusting back inside, deep and hard making her cry out, his hand brushing across her lips in a vain attempt to quiet her, but he didn't really care, not now. Again he pulled out letting her relax before pushing his way back in until hip bone met hip bone, his hands closing around her face.
He cursed her and kissed her lips" Let me fuck you." He said brushing the hair from her eyes. And she nodded knowing what was to come next.
Tommy sat up on his knees with her still open beneath him. He reached down and grabbed her by the hips pulling until he disappeared inside of her again, grinding deeply and slowly so as to leave the feeling of him inside her. Like an imprint of the man that she belonged to. Cecilia let out an agonizing groan, but she held onto him in spite of the pain. He'd found that perfect place of overwhelming awful ecstasy and she wanted him even more because of it.
He leaned over her, sliding his solid arms under her back, one of them reaching up, pressing along the length of her spine until his hand slid up her neck and he wrapped his fingers around it, gracefully raising her small body up to sit on him.
His muscled thighs supported her, and he opened them to spread her own thighs apart once more. And he guided her with strong hands down onto his long wide shaft, her shaking moans and gasps hardening his dick with each inch until she sat, with him completely surrounded by her stretched walls.
They started slowly, until she could take his thrust with pleasure.
Her fingers dug into the solid flesh of his neck and shoulders, their lips brushing, tongues darting and ramblings of yes and no and stop, and don't stop a breathy blur.
She rode him hard and long, finally crashing into him as much as he pushed into her, until they found their rhythm of rise and fall, in and out, a swelling up and down.
Her back arched away from him as her hips bucked like a pulse against his. His mouth covering her breast in turn.
"Don't stop!" She cried again, and it was all he needed to hear. He grabbed her hips and ass, his eyes shut, frowning with pleasure and concentration as he fucked her with the speed of

a race horse until her nails drew blood in half moons across his back. Her thighs shook as she came, her breast bouncing, the gleam of sweat shining on on them in the dusty beams of moonlight through the window
Still gasping for air and shaking, she smiled and nodded her approval for him to finish. And she took his last few pounding thrust with her head down on his shoulder, her arms wrapped tight around him until he made the sound of a man released and satisfied just as she felt an explosion of warmth, deep in her belly.
They stayed that way for a while, breath slowing until the room was silent. Cecilia sat up and looked at him searching his face for any sign of immediate regret. But
he just brushed her hair away from her face and met her gaze before kissing her gently.

"Are you alright?" He asked knowing he'd been hard on her.

Cecilia nodded and smiled, kissing his brow. She pushed up on his shoulders raising her
body until she felt him slide out of her now sore vagina. She sat back against the wall and took a long deep breath letting it out with a huff. "I am Tommy. Are you?"
"Im not the one who just got properly rodgered now am i?"

“Well, i don't know about that?" She said giving his ribs a little kick with her foot. Grinning, he caught her foot mid air and kissed her calve. "I'm fine. Better than." He
reassured her and he let her leg fall to the bed, as he came crashing down beside her.

"Lets sleep?" She asked sliding down to rest beside him. It was a miracle they were both
still awake after a long night at the bar and now all of this...

With a sigh he nodded, eyes already closing.

She watched him fade quickly away before letting the happy fog of sleep settle in to take
her under as well.
**

The room was quiet except for the ticking of his watch on the bedside table that she
hadn't noticed until now. Something had drawn her from her dreams, and as she felt Tommy stir behind her, she knew what it had been.
He was kneading the soft curve of her ass, letting himself rub against the sway in the small of her back. He was completely hard and ready again.
She wanted to push him away and drift back into sleep, the idea of being fucked like that again make her cringe. She was happy but so tired. He clearly had other plans
Tommy flattened his hand grabbing her hip and slid her even closer across the bed. He reached down to grab his stiff cock and found her in the dark.
An involuntary cry escaped her as he pushed past her swollen lips to find that she was tighter than before.
"Tommy!" She cried breathlessly.
He groaned, enveloping her in his arms as he started to pull out and push in quickly building momentum.He ignored her protest that soon gave way to heavy breathing and her own soft moans of pleasure.
She reached back, her fingers digging into the solid stone muscle of ass and thigh, her other hand tight around his thick forearm.
"I have to. I need you again." He said fucking her hard all the while knowing that she was spent.
The side of her face bobbed against the pillow, her eyes shut tight as he swelled inside her. Cecilia couldn't tell if she was breathing or holding her breath because each thrust made her head spin. He felt so good and incredibly hard. He fit her like a mold.
Soon she was past the pain of it, completely lost in the pleasure of being taken unexpectedly in the middle of the night. Or was it morning, she had no idea and It didn't matter.

She called his name again as he quickened, the sound of skin smacking against skin loud in the quiet room.
He buried his face in the sweet smell of her hair and let out a deep long groan as he came hard, throbbing and then pulsing inside her until he finished, filling her to the brim, both of them wet and hot now.
Panting, she lay for a while staring into the dark until her heart began to slow. She started to turn to kiss him, but he held her tight where she was.
Instead of pulling out, he pushed in deeper and kept her wrapped in his arms.
"I mean to keep you here, just like this." He said, his lips brushing the tip of her ear. "So that in the morning, when you wake, and when you leave, you'll have the feel of me between your legs until you come to me again,"
She shut her eyes, letting his words sink in, settling deep in her bones. Her arms closed over his so that their bodies were completely connected. As close as two people could be.
"I love you Tommy Shelby." She said quickly into the cool air of the night. She'd said it to much already, but she didn't care.
Since she was a girl, Cecilia had always gone with her gut. She knew to trust her instincts and they told her that right now, with him still hard inside of her, that she loved this man. He was a risk, and loving him meant her life could be in danger because of the things he does, and the lifestyle he and his brothers fearlessly lead. But it wasn't enough to make her question her feelings for him. That was done and decided. She loved him, and there was nothing more that could be done about it.
The ticking of the clock was the only proof of time passing, for nothing in the room changed save for the relaxing of her body in his arms. And a very long time later, when her breathing had become no more than a quiet, soft rush of air across his arm, Tommy closed his eyes and said the words that felt right to him.
"I love you too Cecilia." His voice so quiet it was lost in the space between them before it could be heard.
**
Something had changed, in the two weeks that past after their first night together, Cecilia noticed a shift in the way people regarded her. Where everyone had once been friendly and accommodating, now, while still friendly, they had become fearful and from that fear sprang a constant need to see her treated like one of the Shelby's. She seemed to always have the pick of the freshest produce at the market and was given extra cuts at the butcher. People insisted that she go the the front of the line no matter where she was. It was nice, but a little odd. And after a week of being treated like a feared member of the royal family,she'd had enough.
Honestly she was a little surprised by it all. She and Tommy weren't exactly walking down the streets hand in hand but people, while never clever enough for her in general, had been falling in and out of love for centuries. You didn't need to be a genius to figure it out. All it took was a few of the old gossips to see him walk her home from her errands or perhaps someone spotted her coming from his house in the early morning hours. It had become alarmingly clear to her that they had caught on to the changed relationship between Tommy Shelby and Cecilia Clark. And because of it, she was being lumped in with the rest of them. She loved Tommy and cared for his family, but to be looked at like a gangster when she'd never done anything more that win a few fights back home was starting to wear her down.
Cecilia couldn't help but to wonder what other sort of attention might come with this new status. Being with a man like this had placed a target on her head, she'd known it would from the beginning but she kept on loving him all the same. But when she noticed a couple of well

dressed men watching her walk to the bar a few times, and it was clear they were of some rival family or gang, she began to fear for her safety when she hadn’t considered it before.
As she left the post office on a crisp morning, the sort with the promise of spring in the air but the finger and nose chilling wind still blowing, she decided to have a little talk with the man who’d made it happen.
It was a short walk to the Shelby homestead and she made it quickly, determined and annoyed that she hadnt found Tommy in his usual places.
“Hi Polly.” She said inside the busy walls of the Shelby home.
Men were all over the place, making bets discussing horses and the track. The home was alive and buzzing with the energy of now legal bookmaking.
The older matriarch of the family looked up from her ledgers and gave her one of those tight lipped all knowing smiles.
She and Polly had a silent understanding between them. Cecilia stayed in her place and Polly tolerated her with a sort of cold love that Cecilia surprisingly didnt mind. The woman respected her, having learned of her hardships and loyalty from Tommy and from having her work for the family for almost a year now.
“Hello Cecilia” she said and nodded towards the tea.

“Oh no thanks. I can’t stay.”

“Then what can i do for you, care to place a bet?’ She asked in her own snarky fashion Cecila’s eyes met the brown glow of Polly’s and the two women stared at one another for
a moment, each knowing the other must be dealt with for the mutual love of one man. “No. Thank you, I was just wondering if you know where Tommy is?”
“Dont you?”

She sighed and shook her head. “No, he’s not in his office or at the bar.”

Polly nodded writing something down before closing the book “He’ll be with the new
horse then. I wouldn't bother him now if I were you.”

She smiled and shrugged “I don't seem to be bothering him so far, thanks Poll” She said
and the tension eased and the older women felt her match met.

Cecilia snaked her way through the crowd, said a genuine hello to Joe and his wife who
was heavily pregnant before making her way back outside. She started for the stables determined not to let Polly shake her.
**

“What do you mean?” Tommy asked, his hand gliding along the smooth back side of the
large white horse.

“Just what I said. They fear me now, or should i say, they fear you." She answered
peaking under the long legs of the beast at him. “It’s just, well I don’t know that I like it.”

“Well, what would you like me to do about it?’ He asked coming around to her side of the
horse.

“I don't know that i want you to do anything about it.” She said arms crossed. She looked
up at the horse and smiled. It was a beautiful thing but she was a little afraid of its power. How familiar that was. “I just wonder if you might know why.”
“Well, have you been telling anyone? Your friend Lottie at the shop maybe?” He said glancing back at her.
“ Tommy.” She said, her voice stern and annoyed.
He laughed a little and shrugged “Cecilia, theres nothing to be done. People will talk and in a town like this, it’s not so very surprising. If the problem is that you're embarrassed or ashamed wel...
“Oh just stop. You know damn well that isn't true.”

“Are you sure.” He asked suddenly turning to look down at her.
She went stiff and her arms dropped at her sides. “Of course I’m sure, please don't say things like that.” She answered feeling a little attacked.
He nodded and went back examining and calming the horse whispering things she didn't understand, a bit of gypsy maybe? Surely his mother had taught him something before she died.
“It’s just strange for me thats all.” Cecilia said following him around the horse's head again.
“Well, unless you intend to break this off, or leave for home, i suggest you get used to it. There are enough women that would enjoy the advantage of my name. You have the benefit without the legality. ”
Her eyes grew large, and she felt the heat of anger rise in her ears. Without a word she spun and headed for the door of the small stable.
He was there in an instant grabbing her arm. “Don’t walk away.”

“Let go of me!” She shouted yanking her arm away from his grip

Tommy reached grabbing her again, this time by the flap of her coat pulling her to him
until he wrapped both arms around her waist. “No.” He said

Cecilia rolled her eyes and sighed “Why not, you obviously know enough women that
want to be in my shoes, go and grab on one of them, but let me go!” She said trying her best to push his muscled arms away. But she couldn't get them to move an inch. Instead he laughed as his body seemed to envelope hers.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered in her ear before kissing it and giving her a little bite on the lobe. He held her, his warm cheek pressed against hers. He held her until she stopped fighting, half submitting, to irritated to fight a loosing battle. He kissed her neck softly at first, and then sank his teeth in to leave marks.
She tried to muffle her moan of approval but it was to late and he had certainly heard, and that was all he needed.
“Not here.” She said, feeling him rise against her back, her head resting against his chest. The stables were far from private and his uncle was there with a few other men not far but not exactly in sight.
“No, not here.” He said agreeing as he let her go. Looking around like a man on a mission, he took her hand and led her deeper in, past the horse , to the tied hay, stacked like a pyramid in the back of the barn.
“Oh not in the straw like a couple of animals” She said with a grin.

“To late for protest sweet Cecilia.” He said, his face set in its most determined stare. He opened her coat and cupped her breast, thumbs grazing the area he guessed to be
her nipples.

He’d guessed right and her eyes closed in response.

“ What about your other women?’She asked looking up at him with hooded eyes while
he continued to squeeze and lift her breast, feeling the weight of them.

“Hush.” He said and kissed her.

She loved the way his mouth felt against hers. Soft lips, with a firm kiss. His tongue
warm and wet as it rolled along her own.

She reached up wrapping her arms around his neck, as he reached down, sliding his
hands behind her thighs to the knees. With the ease of lifting a child, he picked her up, holding her under the ass as he walked to the stacks of hay.
Tommy sat Cecilia down still kissing her as he fumbled with the belt and buttons of his pants.

She pulled away from his lips and looked down , her heart racing with the horribly exciting fear of being caught. She watched him slide his pants down freeing his thick hard cock to bob in her face. Smiling she reached up and gripped it tight.
Tommy groaned and sucked in hair, hard, between his teeth. She started to work him with her hand before bending her head, letting it touch her lips.
Her tongue darted out to taste him, and now it was his turn to gasp like a girl as she swirled her small pink tongue around the head and down the shaft.
Slowly, she opened her mouth, sliding it past her lips and teeth to settle in the wet warmth of her mouth, taking it in as far as she could without coughing in rejection.
His hands were to heavy on her shoulders, and she was sure he would leave bruises where his fingers dug into her flesh, and she loved it.
Cecilia held onto his penis at the base, sliding her mouth slowly up and down leaving a sheen of saliva as she went making him stiffen even more.
“Fucking bloody hell woman.” He groaned, head back, eyes closed.

She smiled around his dick and went back to sucking and licking.

The familiar trembling in the solid muscle of his thighs and stiffness of his cock started,
and she was certain he would finish soon. But instead he pulled away from her mouth and pushed her back against the wall of hay. He looked down on her with his fierce blue eyes, like he was trying to decide what he wanted to do, how he wanted to take her. And when she smiled up at him he responded by grabbing her by the shoulders and bringing her up to her feet.
Tommy spun her around, and grabbed her long skirt bunching it in a mess around her waist. He damned her stockings for being a barrier between them before ripping them down her legs, her underwear bunched with them, leaving her perfectly round large ass out and exposed for him to see and admire.
Her hands pressed into the straw as the air touched her warm skin and she bit her lip looking back over her shoulder in anticipation and a little fear.
He was mad with wanting her and she knew he would not be gentle. He grabbed the soft brown skin of her behind, kneading and spreading before pulling her back towards him until she was almost standing.
Wet enough without help, she smiled as he ran two fingers down her soft divide pushing through to find her tight but ready. “ Aye, so wet for me always,” He mumbled absently before widening his stance. She shut her eyes and Tommy moaned as he pushed into her.
Cecilia shrieked only to have his hand clamp down over her mouth as he started to fuck her.
With a hurried ferocity, he smacked his hips against her ass, her eyes shut tight, little yelps and screams of pleasure stifled by his large hand.
She could feel him so deep, her belly ached. Her hand pressed just under her navel to feel him pushing over and over again until her eyes rolled back and she dug her hands into the straw.
Tommy made sounds that made her tighten around him in response, his hand free of her mouth lay flat on her back pushing her down until they both felt him touch the place that made her groan and her skin ignite.
In and out , the saliva and natural lubricant of her making his dick shine as it slid in and out of her hot pink pussy. All he wanted, all he had ever wanted was there below him, open and accepting him with tight but wanting resistance.
He wanted to make it last for hours, the feeling to divine to loose so quickly, but he couldn't. And with the men only just outside... he damned her for possessing such a miracle between her legs and came hard then, his entire body jerking with the easy release of semen.

She let out her own cry and felt the walls of her vagina tighten in exquisite contractions until he pulled out of her and she fell to her knees panting like one of his prized horses.
The world was no more than a buzzing in her ears and the steady thump of her heart. She felt him sit beside her but she couldn't raise her head to look. It was to heavy with the lack of air.
The sound of his belt made her open her eyes, her head resting on her arm rolled to the side to see him doing up his pants. With a lazy hand, she reached over and touched his arm. "I love being with you Thomas, that doesn't mean i have to like it. The way my loving you changes who i am to other people."
He glanced over at her, his face stone. But then as he finished doing up his pants, he smiled and nodded. "Alright, fair enough." He said and stood.
Tommy reached down and helped her up, her legs were still shaking. "Well what does that mean?" She asked smoothing her clothes and picking straw from her hair and shirt.
"Exactly what i said. Its fair for you to feel that way. Its just not going to change anything.'" He said sliding his arms around her shoulders and pulling her in to him.
Cecilia sighed and rolled her eyes but smiled knowing he was right.
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