KINKY!; Goodbye✓

Thomas Shelby // Dead Of Night

It was only ever quiet like this when he was with you.

And lately, it seemed as if Tommy was always with you.

You were an addiction he just couldn't ignore, but you were far from poison. Tommy was well aware of the fact that if any one was poison between the two of you, it'd be him. Because you were you, and you were good and more than just that. You were the innocence he'd lost so f*****g long ago that Tommy can't even properly remember when.

And it seemed, right now, you were the only one who didn't hate his guts.

His eyes are heavy, but he's not quite ready to go to sleep. He wants to bask in this moment, take it all in, before his eyes fall shut in a peaceful sleep that only seems to happen with you tucked into his side and he wakes up to the sun peaking in through his window and the day starts all over again. And you'll be gone. For Tommy, everyday seems to be the same. There were loses, and victories; there were moments where things went up, and moments where things went down.

But, Tommy always knows that eventually, things'll go his way.

You test him, however. Keep him on the edge of a ledge and he's never really sure of anything when it comes to you.

Except for one thing. One thing he's absolutely certain of is that you're good for him, and he's never quite opened himself up to someone before you came along. And not a part of him regrets it because he trusts you wholly and you proved it time and time again, and recently specifically when you believed him, without a doubt, that he was speaking the truth.

Moments like these were rare, just the two of you, alone, with no one else. It was quiet, no disturbances and Tommy felt as if he could just let it all go.

The white of his ceiling is calming to him rather then obnoxious like it usually is. Tommy likes to spend nights like these at your place, your rather tiny but welcoming apartment that was small enough for just you, and then him sometimes. But, you'd found him, and he could never really say no when it came to you so he let you slip your hand into his and guide him up the stairs and to his bed without so much as a word of complaint.

And Tommy finds himself more comfortable then he thought he'd be.

He knows it's because you're tucked securely into his side.

The tips of your fingers trace soft meaningless patterns across his bare chest, causing shivers to run along his body that never seem to fade when you're touching him. Or near him for that fact. Your head is resting on his chest as well, hair fanned out across you sporadically, and Tommy finds his hands running through your hair every once in a while, playing with the ends mindlessly and without real thought -- but the action soothes him so he continues to do it.

By the second, he feels sleep wash over him.

"Are you asleep?"

Your voice stirs him awake -- Tommy doesn't mind at all. As he blinks himself awake and shifts just enough that you pick your own head up to glance back up at him. Your eyes search for his through the dark and as you meet his warm gaze a soft smile curls onto your lips and Tommy's sure it's the most beautiful sight he's ever seen.

"I don't want to sleep," Tommy says earnestly, letting his hand cup the back of your head as the other comes up to softly caress your cheek, your eyes fluttering as you instinctively lean into the touch. "Don't want the moment to fade."

"You have bags," you tease lightly, poking gently under his eye with a growing grin. "Some sleep might do you good."

Rolling his eyes, Tommy smiles lightly; "you do me good." Then, he pauses, eyes lighting up with mischief as you let out a snort. "Not like that. Though, of course that as well."

You let your head fall back down at that, the air of laughter fading slowly and comfortably as you press a kiss to his shoulder. "I wish we could be together every night," you whisper, ignoring the way your heart spikes in fear at the comment and your voice faint but somehow loud in the quiet air. "Sleep better I know."

There's an echo of silence, before. "We could."

Biting your lip, you choose not to respond.

"You and me," Tommy continues nonetheless, "every night."

You set your hand over his chest, letting your eyes fall shut. "Change of heart?" You question lightly. "I didn't think you'd want that."

"I didn't," Tommy admits, "at first. But now... I think you're the only person who doesn't hate me."

Scoffing, you abruptly sit up. The action pulls Tommy's gaze instantly on you in alarm, watching as you shift upwards, until your back is the only thing he can see. You're bare to him, similar as he is to you, but you pull the sheets up to your front, covering yourself as Tommy watches your head shake.

Pausing only a moment longer, Tommy sits up as well; "Y/N?"

"Don't be with me just because i'm the only one who doesn't hate you right now, Tommy. You know that'll change."

I'm not so sure, he thinks. But doesn't comment on the thought.

And for a fraction of a second, Tommy's eyes widen. His brows furrow in confusion at how you could possibly think that's the only reason why he'd offer something like that. That he only wanted you right now because you're the only one whose giving him even a single glance. And that it could ever possibly pass.

You couldn't be more wrong.

Shifting forward, Tommy drapes his left arm over your respective shoulder, pulling you flush against him as he presses a kiss against your other shoulder. It starts there, and with only flickering pauses in between, he traces the kisses up until he reaches just underneath your ear. With a low whisper, he utters; "I don't want to ever spend another morning waking up without you."

And you blink, your heart fluttering at his words and your chest welling with hope as you tilt your head, just a little, in his direction.

"I don't want to spend another moment with you." He continues, voice husky, a low whisper that sends shivers up across your spine and leaves your heart a swelling mess of hope and love. "Because I can't imagine life without you anymore, Y/N."

You turn, pulling back enough to meet his gaze. You can feel his warm breath on your face and neck and the feeling is comforting to you and all too familiar. Your lips are inches apart and your gaze flickers from them up to his eyes, meeting the sincerity and... love that he regards you with.

The only thing you've ever wanted from him.

"Okay," you whisper, setting your hand on his cheek, nodding. "Okay."

Tommy's eyes flutter shut and he leans his forehead against your own, letting out a heavy breath -- almost as if in relief. "You and me?"

"Yeah," you nod, unable to stop the smile that curls onto your lips. "You and me."