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Falling.

Your heart was hammering against your chest, the full weight of his body had you pinned against the wall, you were planing your next move, knee to the crotch or your teeth sinking into the thin skin of his exposed neck.

Either way you were getting out of here without him touching you.

You'd left The Garrison to get some air, it was rowdy, filled to the rafters with people and the thick fog of smoke. Not that the streets of Small Heath were much better.

You hadn't realised you'd been followed to the back alley, until you were pushed against the wall and the smell of rum hit your senses.

"Get the fuck off me" you spat, body thrashing against his grasp.

Some stranger from out of town trying their luck, someone who didn't know how it worked around here. His grip on your wrist tightening.

"I think the lady asked you to get the fuck off" the unmistakeable voice of a Shelby.

In seconds he was ripped from your body, you didn't even look back as you bundled up the hem of your skirt and ran expertly down the cobbled alleyway.

His screams were enough to know, that he hadn't just been discarded against the neighbouring wall but dealt with in a more serious way.

You spotted Finn leaning against the side of his car, you stumbled in not uttering a word as he started the engine, whisking you out to the Countryside.

-

"Where is she?" Tommy's voice filled the halls of his house, echoing off the walls.

You sighed as Polly finished cleaning the cut just under your eye, downing the whiskey as she patted your knee "He cares about you, that's all"

You nodded, as she left the room, replaced moments later by Tommy, your childhood friend, always your knight in not so shining armour.

"What were you doing out there, eh?" he was discarding his coat and hat, "Went out for a breather, The Garrison was packed tonight" you stood to pour two more glasses of whiskey.

"Could have let one of us know" Tommy was already sat on the couch, cigarette poised between his lips.

"You were too busy" you rolled your eyes handing him the glass, "with business" he stated simply as you took your seat next to him.

You didn't respond, you never won with him.

"Was worried about you" he whispered, nudging you with his elbow. He turned to you, cigrette poised between his fingers as he examined your face, holding your chin with his thumb and forefinger.

"No you weren't, you were just looking for a fight" you smirked, eyes flicking up to look at him. You swallowed slowly, leaning forward, Tommy still holding your chin, you brushed your lips against his.

You were unsure, nervous, were your feelings reciprocated?.

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You pulled away, tongue running across your lips to settle the buzzing through them.

Tommy was watching you carefully moving his hand round to cradle the back of your neck.

He slowly pulled you forward, lips pecking at yours, your hand curled round his bicep, pressing your lips harder against his.

Tommy pulled away first, forehead pressed to yours, he smiled slowly before licking at his lips.

You returned his smile, lips back on his in seconds.

Tommy wasted no time, his tongue pushing into your mouth, curling against your own, moving you back against the arm of the sofa.

"Well fucking finally" John's voice boomed from the doorway.

Tommy reluctantly pulled from your lips, turning to look at John "do none of you have your own homes to go too?"

John shrugged as he walked further into the room, grabbing the bottle of whiskey "just saying its about time" he called over his shoulder.

-

Tommy rolled his eyes, turning back to you, holding out his hand "lets go somewhere more private, eh?"

You let him pull you up, into his chest, his fingers brushing your hair from your cheeks "We're actually doing this?" you asked, watching his face for any signs of regret.

His face softened, smiling big enough to make the corners of his eyes crinkle, a sight that was very rare after the war "Of course" he kissed you again.

"About time, Brother" Arthur was the next one of the family to wander past, Tommy once again rolled his eyes earning a small laugh from you.

"Thank you Arthur" Tommy sighed, as he lead you from the room up the stairs to the master bedroom, you stopped at the top of the stairs.

"They're right, it is about time" You gave him a shy smile, Tommy nodded taking a few steps towards you "Should have kissed me sooner then, eh?"

"Why do I have to do all the kissing round here" you laughed, hands on his chest.

"I can think of more than kissing, if you'd just follow me" he stated taking your hand again, you didn't move he turned round a confused look on his face "just one more kiss so I know this is real" you pouted.

Tommy obliged, lips catching yours hands on your hips pushing you against the wall, hips pressed into yours "definitely real, darling" he rasped.

"Finally" Ada's voice filled the hall as she left one of the bedrooms

Tommy didn't give her a response, pulling you into his room After falling for you when you were just teenagers, he had a lot of time to make up.