“We go to war tomorrow, and we will return to our families by Christmas,” Harry cheered.
The patrons of The Garrison cheered alongside Harry, including Thomas, Arthur and John. The men all downed their drinks, and dispersed back to their women.
Thomas cockily sauntered over to me, a drunken grin on his face. John carefully stepped over to a pregnant Martha and Arthur waltzed to Polly, holding his arm out.
“You look absolutely gorgeous Y/N,” Thomas stated, bending down so our noses touched.
I could taste the whiskey on his breath and I grinned. Thomas smiled and engulfed me in his arms, swaying slightly.
“You’re beyond drunk Tommy,” I laughed, linking my hands together behind his neck.
He comically shook his head no, teetering to the side. He spun me in his arms, so my back was pressed against his chest. I could see Polly and Arthur dancing, and John was on his knees speaking avidly to Martha’s swollen stomach.
“Are you prepared to be an uncle again?” I said, letting my head rest against Tommy’s shoulder.
“Beyond prepared,” He paused, pressing his lips against my ear, “Someone should catch up to them,”
I felt my face turn bright red, Tommy laughing from behind me. He spun me around again, placing his hand under my chin.
“I think they’re expecting another little boy,” I expressed, playfully poking Tommy’s shoulder.
“And what makes you say that?”
“Well Polly has been telling me, the way the belly hangs is an indicator. But we both know she already knew without looking at that,” I finished, Tommy chuckling.
He nodded slightly, moving his hands so they rest on the curve of my back. He began to sway, and pulled me into his chest.
“I’m going to miss you,” I whispered.
“I’ll be back before you know it love,” Tommy replied, squeezing me gently.
We stood together swaying as the crowd slowly made its way out onto the streets of Small Heath. Moonlight shone through the windows of The Garrison, making it feel like the night could never end.
“We should go,” I said, moving so I could look Tommy in the eyes.
He nodded, “I’ll walk you back to your house,”
He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.
“Polly helped me organise so your army uniform and other belongings are at my house. I’d like you to spend the night,” I explained, and Tommy grinned.
He picked me up in his arms, laughing loudly.
“Let’s go give Martha and John a run for their money, my love,” He whispered as he put me down.
We both waved goodbye to Harry, and began our small journey to my house two blocks down. When we came to a stop out the front of my house, I pulled the key from my purse and unlocked the door.
Before I could step inside, Tommy lifted me up into his arms and placed me over his shoulder.
“What’re you doing Tommy,” I giggled, pressing my hands against his back so I could lift myself up.
He remained silent, stepping around the lounge room furniture and up the stairs towards the bedroom.
I chuckled, as he put me down and rested his hands on the small of my back. No words were exchanged as he pulled me into his chest, his hands moving to pull my coat down my arms. The pace of his breathing grew slowly as he undressed me, leaving me in the champagne coloured slip.
Still engulfed in silence, he guided my hands to undress him. I slowly did so, admiring his smooth skin, and when he deeply inhaled as I ran my fingers down his back. Goosebumps followed the trail, stopping when I brought my hands to link with his.
We both stood there, barely dressed, admiring each other.
“I promise you, I’m coming back to you by Christmas Y/N,” Thomas whispered, placing his hands on my cheeks.
I nodded slightly, parting my lips as his thumb traced them. He nodded back and then pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was gentle but rough at the same time. He pulled away, and grabbed my hands again.
He stepped around me, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. I was tugged closer to him, and wrapped my arms around him. Tommy rested his head against my chest, and put his hands underneath my bottom. He moved to look up at me, and lifted me onto his lap.
“Y/N, let me show you how much I love you,” He whispered.
I nodded, and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
He smiled widely, moving his hands to cup the base of my neck. He angled it so the front of my neck was bared to him, peppering small, gentle kisses along the skin.
My breath hitched, and my mouth fell agape. He began to kiss with fervent hunger, leaving marks along my neck, trailing down to where my slip was.
He moved one hand to teasingly move one strap from my shoulder, his lips pressing kisses. He copied the action with the other side, and slowly he moved the slip down to settle underneath my breasts.
He pulled me close and leaned back, then rolled on top of me. He looked up to me, an eyebrow raised.
He smiled, and continued his trail of kisses. As he reached my nipples, he gave a kitten lick, sending a shock down my spine that resulted in a moan leaving my lips.
He repeated the action, moving his opposite hand up to massage my other breast. He switched after a few minutes, moans continuously leaving my lips.
He paused, and I felt his finger gentle trail up the inside of my thigh. I gasped as I felt a finger enter me and moaned loudly as his mouth closed around my nipple again.
He moved teasingly, and then stopped all together.
I opened my eyes to look at him and smiled.
“I love you too Tommy, forever and always,”
He smiled, and came to rest his hands beside my head. He moved his head so the tips of our noses touched, his eyes locked with mine. He moved his hips forward slightly, a moan falling from both our lips.
He moved forward again, finding a pace that brought pleasure to the both of us. I looped my arms around his neck, gently scraping my fingernails at his back. Tommy’s lips moved against my collarbones, nipping and suckling.
One of his arms moved from besides my head to cup my hip, and lift my leg above his hip. I moaned loudly, pleasure rolling through me in waves. Tommy moaned loudly into the skin of my neck, his pace building.
The smell of sex and sweat was in the air, mingling with the sounds of our moans. Tommy came to slow and withdrew himself from me. He was looking at me with a lazy grin on his face.
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