Cleaning and Kisses ~ Arthur Shelby One-Shot
A/N ~ After coming out of a depression spell and some health problems, here is a little something for Arthur. I hope you all enjoy! And once again, I apologize for any grammar or formatting issues.
Summary ~ Arthur comes into the Garrison after a slow day. A kiss and sweet moment is shared.
Dedicated to @a-libra-writes . I swear everytime I see them post I get obsessed with the Peaky Blinders again. Never fails. But for real check out her works!! They are beyond amazing.
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It was an unusually quiet night at the Garrison. The tables that were normally filled shoulder to shoulder with men who just got off work, or had nothing better to do were vacant. The handful of stragglers that made their way in sat in booths, spaced out enough for you to know they didn’t want to be bothered. Not that you were complaining anyway, it was a rare treat to have such a slow night after the sun set on the grimy streets of Small Heath.
You took advantage of the lack of customers by taking inventory of the backroom. Taking your time to carefully count the bottles, and dust off the shelves they sat on. From the amount of dust on your rag and all over your clothes, it had definitely been a while. You scribbled a note for Harry, telling him what needed to be ordered. Along with a small complaint about the accumulation of dust that still sat in your lungs.
While that made most of your night fly by, it brought you here. Standing at the bar, cleaning the same glasses, wiping down the same unused tables. While Tommy had forbidden singing, it hadn’t stopped you from humming in the pub. It seemed to be the only sound you could hear this slow night.
Until the door opened.
With how sudden the sound cut into your silence, you nearly jumped out of your skin. A small gasp escaped your lips as the glass in your hand nearly slipped out of your hands.
Your face grew red with embarrassment as you looked up to Arthur Shelby’s amused smirk. Of course it was him. The Shelby who had caught your eye the moment you met.
“After you pull yourself together love, give me the usual ‘eh.” Arthur slid into the bar chair closest to your position. Tapping his knuckles against the wood, as he slipped his blinder cap off.
Within moments a glass and a bottle of some of the more expensive whiskey was in front of the eldest Shelby. With how often he sat with you at the counter, it was second nature. Arthur was quick to pour himself a glass and down it just as fast. Two more followed as the few other patrons paid their respects to Arthur and quickly left the pub. Leaving the two of you alone.
“Better savor that bottle Mr.Shelby. It’s the last bottle until Harry gets some more in.” You teased Arthur, as you walked to the front of the pub, locking the door as the clock struck 10. As you started to do a final wipe down of the tables, Arthur turned in his chair to face you. Letting his gaze linger as you moved from table to table. You couldn’t help but shoot him a wink once your eyes connected.
“Ow’ many times I gotta tell you love? Call me Arthur.” He took another drink and shed his coat, before getting up.
Arthur made his way to you within three strides, eager to be close to you. Coming up behind you, he gently put his bruised and calloused hands on your shoulders. Rubbing them slightly before turning you around to face him. Putting your rag on the table, you hands found their way up to Arthur’s face. You gently cradled his face, and studied it for any new cuts or bruises. With thankfully none to be found.
“No one put their hands on me today love. Jus’ your lovely ones.” Arthur assured you. His eyes strayed away from yours and he shifted his feet. Still not used to someone genuinely caring about his well-being. Taking your hand you calmly smoothed back his hair and brought his eyes back to meet yours again.
You looked up at your lover with warm wide eyes and the sweet smile he fell in love with. It was moments just like this that silenced the demons in his head. That made him just a normal man, with a woman whom he loved more than the world itself. No words needed to be spoken in these private moments. He groaned before leaning down to kiss you.
Arthur’s lips were warm, with a whiskey after taste as he eagerly pressed them against yours. He couldn’t stand the distance no matter how small between you when you smiled at him like that. Absolutely irresistible.
You melted into his kiss. Wrapping your arms around his neck, just wanting him to be as close as possible, feel every part of him that you could in this moment. Arthur grew eager deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue in your mouth. One hand held you steady on the back of your neck, his other on your hip. It was such an intoxicating feeling. His mouth. His hands. If you weren’t so in the moment the small moans you let out in-between the kisses would absolutely embarrass you.
Arthur’s lips stirred something deep in you. The passion and intensity made you dizzy with love and lust. Just one kiss drove you absolutely mad, pressing your body tightly against his, pulling at the collar of his shirt. A far change from your usually calm demeanor. Arthur’s hand roughly gripping your hip and ever so slowly trying to move your dress up intensified this feeling. But fuck. You were still at work. Much to both of your disappointment, you abruptly pulled away, gasping for air, and trying to regain your posture.
“I gotta put up these chairs and sweep darling. Then I’m all yours the rest of the night.” You murmured. Taking a small step back you smoothed out the wrinkles in your dress, fixed the small bit of hair Arthur’s hands messed with. Little did you know, seeing you all flustered and shy, with swollen lips and desire in your eyes absolutely made Arthur almost primal. He wasn’t going to give you the chance to get too far from him.
You couldn’t help but let out a small squeak as Arthur picked you up and wrapped your legs around him as he made his way to the backroom. “ARTHUR SHELBY!” You playfully yelled at him, lightly wiggling in his arms. He wasn’t listening to your scolding about doing your job right, and how Harry would chew her out the next morning. The only thing on his mind was the smell of your perfume and how good your neck and collarbone felt on his lips.
“Tell you what love, I’m gonna take you back here and bend you over. After you’re fucked out and cleaned up, I’ll clean up out here yeah?”
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legend tells that Thoth, god of knowledge and magic, played cards with Khonsu, god of the moon, and won 5 extra days worth of moonlight. he gave them to the sky goddess Nut (who was forbidden from giving birth on any day of the then 360-day year), subsequently allowing her to produce Osiris, Isis, Horus, Set, and Nepthys—one on each of the five days
no one knows that Thoth was up to with the whole “leap year” thing. after all, there’s no way Nut could give birth to just 1/4th of a god. unless…..
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