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[bookmaker_boss]

It's been a moment. He hasn't been avoiding her deliberately, but there may, possibly, be a bead of guilt that's entered his thoughts. He refuses to let the guilt control him, because he's never been a man controlled by such things. But it has been a moment, especially since he saw her more spontaneously.

Tommy lets himself into the building and up to Nina's floor, and when he reaches her door, he knocks. He's brought her flowers for no other reason than she deserves to have flowers.

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[every_blossom_blooming]

Nina peers through the peep hole before she opens the door, offering Tommy a smile when she sees him. "Well, lucky you. I was just about to close for the day."

Her last client left not too long ago and she was thinking she ought to flip the little sign on her door to avoid walk-ins. She's wearing something red, as she always does when she's working.

She tries not to look too charmed when she sees the flowers.

"Are you apologizing for something or just being nice?" she asks after she ushers him in and flips the sign. She locks the door as an extra precaution.

[bookmaker_boss]

"Should I be?" he asks with a slight lift of the eyebrow. There's no comment about her flipping signs or locking doors. In truth, he chose the end of her day to come by because he prefer to have his moments uninterrupted with her. "No, I just thought you needed flowers, lovely."

He leans in and gives her a kiss on the side of the mouth, lingering a moment. "Let me get these in water."

[every_blossom_blooming]

"Well, that's sweet of you." She turns her head into the kiss, smiling as Tommy lingers. "There's an empty vase in the kitchen, top shelf over the sink."

Nina lazily puts her hair up as she follows him. It's been a long day of clients and she's little tired, and she hates that she feels tired. She shouldn't be after using her powers, but she isn't a healer and she isn't a tailor, she just happens to be good at those things. She's a Heartrender, and she's not had an excuse to use that particular power since the darkness lifted.

She lifts the kettle to make sure there's water in it before she turns it on.

"Saints, I might cancel my appointments tomorrow."

[bookmaker_boss]

Once the flowers are in the vase, he circles behind Nina, putting his hands on her hips and leaning in to press a kiss behind her ear. It was a soft, quiet moment, and he did love those most with her. Gentleness that he didn't come by naturally, but he could with her.

"A bit worn," he asked, "not being able to go after goblins any more?"

That night, she had been radiant. It hadn't been the appropriate time to tell her that. He kissed down her neck slightly.

[every_blossom_blooming]

Nina rolls her eyes as Tommy gathers her up and kisses her. She leans back a bit, trusting him to hold her.

"Is it terrible that it felt good, Tommy?" she asks softly, frowning at the memory. She'd been so worried, terrified, but she'd also felt so-- alive. She felt herself. "I'm a soldier. Tailoring and healing is all well and good, but that isn't who I am."

[bookmaker_boss]

He's been a gangster and a killer too long to have any right perspective on the matter. Watching someone die is a miserable experience. Killing someone that deserves it is a righteous thing.

He keeps his hands steady on her hips, still kissing behind her ear and down her neck a little. He murmurs soft reassurances and adulations in Romany against her skin.

"Even the most pampered cats would prefer to hunt." He's not normally one for his grandparents' proverbs, but it seems suiting for someone like Nina Zenik.

[every_blossom_blooming]

"Saints, you sound like Inej," she laughs. Nina reaches back to stroke Tommy's cheek. "I was raised never to regret or be afraid of what I am. The little therapy sessions I do help, that's at least something, but when it's balanced with tailoring and healing-- I don't know. I'm rambling."

She misses feeling useful. She misses feeling like she had purpose and a cause. In Ketterdam she did what she had to do to survive and to help Matthias. Here... there is no one to save and no cause to fight and no need to scrape together a living since their pay out mysteriously appeared.

[bookmaker_boss]

"I like when you ramble," Tommy protests. He doesn't mind being compared to Inej and her penchant for proverbs. There were worse things to be compared to.

Really, Tommy wishes he could be of more use. Maybe in a few months, a year, as he builds himself up. He's got to get things in order for that, but if he does start in ventures like he had in Birmingham and London, having someone like Nina on his side would be a blessing.

For now, though, he's simply focused on her. The soft fragrance she wears, the feeling of his clothes and the warmth of her body beneath his fingertips. He hasn't stopped kissing her yet. Gently, his fingers work her skirts up her legs.

[every_blossom_blooming]

Nina rolls her eyes but she's smiling as Tommy works her dress up. She sighs softly and she tells herself that she could just enjoy this. His fingers are warm against her thigh and his mouth is tempting against her neck.

"Katya's with a sitter," she says airily, as if it's just a random observation. Her mouth curves into a smile.

[bookmaker_boss]

Tommy hums speculatively. Having a child next door, or even in the same room, has never specifically stopped him, but he can't begrudge Nina wanting a little extra privacy as well. Especially given the steady approach of his hands up her thighs.

"So we have a moment." Holding her skirt up with one hand, he slides the other between her thighs, cupping her over her panties and rubbing teasingly against her.

[every_blossom_blooming]

"Do you intend to take advantage of that moment right here in the kitchen?" she asks, quietly breathless as Tommy's hand slips between her thighs. Nina turns her head toward him so that she could kiss his cheek and the corner of his mouth.

Her breath catches and Nina curls her fingers, teasing out Tommy's desire, even if he doesn't need her help at all.

[bookmaker_boss]

He didn't need her help, but it's still welcome. He groans softly against her skin, free hand coming up to cup her cheek gently and tilt her a little more for that sweet, badly angled kiss.

He'd get more later, if she'll have him. There are more important things to worry about.

"If you'll let me," he promises. It's not hard to slide his fingers in under her panties and feel her hot, slick skin. "You know I'll bend a knee, beautiful."

[every_blossom_blooming]

Nina sighs and tips her head back as his fingers slip beneath fabric to tease her more directly. "I know you will," she breathes. "You're a darling that way."

She grins and arches her back just so, pushing back against him.

"I'm not sure I want you to move."

[bookmaker_boss]

He makes a soft, wanting noise as she shifts like that. He could insist, but where was the fun in demanding he let her do something for her? No, if she wanted to stand like this, have his fingers and then his cock, it was what he'd give her, and relish the the thought of putting his face between her thighs the whole time.

"Suppose I should make the best of the position," he says against her jaw, working back to her ear. He teased a finger nearly into her, smearing slickness all across her folds before he focused on her clit.

[every_blossom_blooming]

"Saints, Tommy." A quiet moan edges her voice as his fingers move just so, finally giving her attention where she wants it. Nina wets her lips and one hand drifts back to tangle in Tommy's hair.

She's already thinking of what she wants next - while she adores having him pressed against her back, he might just get his wish between her thighs before they get too far.

[bookmaker_boss]

It was a delicious noise, that sigh. Tommy savors it, because he takes his hands off her for a moment and she knows she'll protest, but it's so much easier to do anything if he pushes her panties down, lets them pool at the middle of her thighs and then her knees before falling.

He brings his hands back up, gripping her thighs, spreading them gently so that he can really slide his hands between them and tease her. One hand at her clit, rubbing gently but insistently. The other sliding just the tip of a finger into her cunt to admire how wet she'd gotten so quickly.

[every_blossom_blooming]

She has the presence of mind not to protest too much. She even wiggles a bit, shimmying her hips to get her panties to fall faster. She kicks them off when she can and nearly loses her balance when Tommy's hands return to work: one teasing over her clit and the other teasing against her slick folds. Arousal has never been a problem for Nina, especially when she wants the person touching her. And saints, she wants Tommy Shelby.

Damn him.

Nina bites her lip and manages to regain herself just enough to balance. Her fingers tighten in his hair, rewarding Tommy's attention with a sharp little pull.

[bookmaker_boss]

Some filthy sigh sneaks out of him at the way she handles him. He kisses her neck, her jaw, her ear. Slips his finger in a little deeper he can feel the warmth of her wrap around him--and think about how it will feel to sink his cock in her, if and when she'll let him.

He tries to find just the right speed, just the right pressure, to make her give up her noises. He's always loved making women feel good, even in his darkest moments. Even when he was paying for sex, he tried to at least make sure there was mutual pleasure. And Tommy likes Nina, cares about her, wants her to feel luxurious and beautiful.

He sneaks a second finger in with the first.

[every_blossom_blooming]

"Tommy--" Nina moans as his fingers sink into her. That's what she wants and her body responds eagerly. "Alright-- the couch, or. The bed. Something."

She has absolutely no intention of ending up sprawled out on her kitchen floor, not today. Not when she has perfectly good furniture that will serve well. The bed will let her stretch out more, will let her luxuriate in whatever she lets Tommy do, but she'll let him decide.

[bookmaker_boss]

"The bed," he agrees, with an eager grin and reluctant removal of his touch. He makes no move to retrieve her panties from where she's kicked them. No point, if he's just going to keep at her. But he does gently smooth out her skirt, letting it fall back into place. The fabric hugs against her skin, and Tommy wants nothing more than to lift it right back up and ravish her. He can wait.

Doesn't stop him from peeling off his own clothes on the way to her room, leaving a trail behind them as he looses an article for each darting, desirous kiss he leaves on her neck or jaw or mouth.

[every_blossom_blooming]

Nina makes a soft, disappointed noise when his fingers slip free, but she pulls away to heard toward the bedroom with haste. She turns to walk backwards, helping Tommy out of his clothes and using it as an excuse to kiss him. He looks fine in his clothes but she needs him naked, now.

She pulls away once they're in the bedroom, intent on getting her own clothes off. The dress is easy, at least.

[bookmaker_boss]

"Leave it on," Tommy says, stopping her hands from their quest to strip off the dress she's wearing. No, the light cardigan can go, but he loves her floating in soft things, and it's so much more fun to lift up her dress around her waist like there's something quick and scandalous happening here.

He does help hitch it up again though, content to bunch it around her waist as he leans in to kiss her. There's something even better about her in her dress while he's been stripped naked.

They reach her bed and he lets her decide where she'd like to go, pausing before he follows after her.

[every_blossom_blooming]

Nina rolls her eyes when he insists that she keep her dress on. "If you insist," she says as she gets rid of the cardigan and leaves the rest. She grins as Tommy bunches up the skirt and catches her in another kiss. She hums her approval against his mouth and pulls him back toward the bed.

When she feels it against the backs of her legs, she gives Tommy a shove to gain some space. Nina sinks back onto the bed and slides higher. She pulls her dress higher, slowly drawing it up her thighs as she relaxes against her piled pillows.

[bookmaker_boss]

He does let her get herself arranged, but only for a moment because he can't quite hold himself back. He leans forward, climbing onto the bed and chasing up her body with soft, wet kisses on her legs, fingers sliding steadily up between her legs to fondle her all over again, sliding two fingers into her as he continues to press kisses against her skin.

[every_blossom_blooming]

Nina sighs and sinks back as Tommy pushes between her legs. She lifts her hips with a quiet sound as his fingers sink in, as his mouth teases across her thighs. She adjusts her position and she ends up pushing closer.

She's met so many men that find this a burden, but Tommy just dives in and it's absolutely delicious. Nina bites her lip and reaches down to sink her fingers into his hair.

[bookmaker_boss]

Though he doesn't always do it, Tommy does find it an utterly pleasant experience, taking a woman apart like this, learning what she enjoys. He feels like he's learned her quite well, what she likes, how she responds to things. His fingers work in her, steady, intent. His mouth shifts slowly to her, tongue to her clit, lips pressed against her for a light suction.

He groans against her, content for the moment to be where he is and give her pleasure.

[every_blossom_blooming]

Nina can't help but look terribly pleased with herself. She shivers and tries to wiggle closer as Tommy teases her and gives her what she likes. Her leg slides over his shoulder to keep him close and she can't help the way she squirms as a blush spreads across her cheeks and her chest.

"Saints, Tommy," she sighs, bites her lips as his fingers move just so. Nina's toes curl, her calf goes tense against his back. "There," she gasps, fingers tight in his hair as she tries to get closer to him, tries to get him deeper, more.

[bookmaker_boss]

He groans again, soft and needy, because doing this for her does make him rather needy. His cock throbs in his pants, against the bed, and he hurries his fingers inside her a little, seeking. Well, they know each other now, and Tommy likes to make her come.

He pauses briefly, just long enough to take off his button down and then his undershirt, casting both aside, before he goes back to her.

[every_blossom_blooming]

She makes a soft, frustrated sound when Tommy pulls back. Even if it's to remove clothes, she doesn't want him to stop. Nina moans, sharply as he returns to her. She murmurs in their common language and in Ravkan. It doesn't take much after that. Tommy knows her well enough now and Nina is not inclined to hold herself back. When she comes, she goes tight around his fingers, she bucks her hips closer as if she could bury him deeper.

"Tommy--"

Her nails scrape the back of his neck and his arm and her thighs press in, trapping him where he is until she remembers that she ought not suffocate him. She shivers as the sweet peak passes. Nina relaxes her grip and sinks back, panting softly to try and catch her breath.

[bookmaker_boss]

It takes a moment for her to relax, to release him, but that's alright. He likes that part of it too, the brief, filthy moment of being a little overwhelmed by her.

When she lets him go, he eases his mouth back but not his fingers. Those he keeps deep inside her, not quite ready to slide them out and have a bit more of her. A part of him wants to make her beg, but he doesn't have the patience for that.

"Are you ready?" He smiles against her inner thigh. "Or have I served my purpose?"

[every_blossom_blooming]

Nina lolls her head to look up at him, smiling lazily as he keeps his fingers deep. She moves her hips slowly. "Get over here, Tommy Shelby."

She reaches down to coax his hand away, then reaches for him, grabbing him by his suspenders to pull him closer between her thighs. "Unless you feel the pressing need to leave..." Nina grins and tightens her thighs against his hips.

[bookmaker_boss]

"Prefer not to walk out of here in this state," Tommy admits, but it's a bit of teasing to. He lets himself be hauled by the loose suspenders, fitting himself against her. He doesn't care about the wet that she'll make on the front of his slacks. He takes a moment before he reaches down, opening them and pushing them down enough to adjust his undershorts and pull his cock out.

He presses a wet kiss against her collarbone, up her neck slowly.

[every_blossom_blooming]

Nina pushes her fingers through his hair as Tommy kisses his way higher. One hand drifts down between them to stroke his cock, intent on guiding him if he doesn't see to it himself. She wants him and he so clearly wants her - why wait any longer? She can feel the fabric of his clothes against her thighs while her own dress is bunched up around her hips. She has to admit, there is an appeal.

[bookmaker_boss]

He hardly needs the guidance, as hard as he is, but it's nice to have. It's always nice to have Nina's hands on him, whether or not she needs to be hands on to work her magic. He thinks she manages it, even if she's not trying, in these moments.

Tommy groans, softly, against her jaw as he sinks into her. Doing this half dressed is hardly new for him. And Nina looks just lovely like this.

It's easy to only think of her.

[every_blossom_blooming]

The sigh that escapes her sounds like relief as Tommy sinks in. Nina bites her lip and lets herself wallow in that feeling. She strokes his hair, murmurs sweet nothings in Ravkan and the little bit of Suli she knows. It sounds like encouragement as she moves her hips.

"Saints, Tommy." That's all she says before she pulls him into a kiss. She wraps her legs around him and gasps when he moves. She wants to lose herself in this, wants to stop thinking about the nagging voice in the back of her mind that sounds suspiciously like Zoya. Silly girl.

But she feels good and that's all that matters.

[bookmaker_boss]

He doesn't need the sweet noise of her murmurs, but he does like them. He's gotten better with his Russian, which is not quite Ravkan, and better with his Ravkan as well, as he's known Nina. The Suli, at least, is a cousin of his own Romany, and he murmurs back to it, sweet and soft and filthy.

He moves, slow at first but building. He catches one of her legs and hauls her close, holds her close.

He tucks his mouth down against her neck and swears under his breath.

[every_blossom_blooming]

Nina trembles beneath him and she pushes her fingers into Tommy's hair as he presses his mouth to her neck. Her breath catches as he pulls her closer by her thigh and she can't help the way she tightens around him in utter delight.

As her fingers curl she toys with his desire, his need. She knows she doesn't need to, but saints it's satisfying.

[bookmaker_boss]

Tommy sighed and swore. He could feel the whisper of her witchy-powers on him, the sweetness of it. He didn't need that, but it still felt good. He picked up his pace a little, clung to her. A sort of desperation as he clung to her.

"Ah, chakano, you know I don't need that." But it feels lovely. She feels lovely. "My lovely girl. Oh, Nina..."

[every_blossom_blooming]

Nina grins against Tommy's mouth and pulls him into another kiss. "I know," she purrs, voice catching as he moves just right. She gets her arms around his shoulders and squeezes her thighs against his hips.

Some part of her melts at his sweet talk and she turns her head, hiding her face against his neck for a moment.

"Let me feel you, darling."

[bookmaker_boss]

He slides her thigh up to his hip and rolls them, slightly, so he can get into her deeper, harder. Holding her close as he moves. She tucks in close and he presses his nose to her hair. It's somewhere on the boarder between making love and fucking. He can't help it, not with how sweet and supple Nina's body is against his.

"Christ," he swears. He digs his thumb in against her wonderful, pliant hips. He breathes her name, moving faster, harder, more intently.

[every_blossom_blooming]

Nina's breath catches and she holds him tighter. Her nails drag down his back and she drops her head back to breathe. She gets tense as that sweet peak hits her again: not quite as intense as the first but saints, she won't complain.

"Saints, Tommy," she gasps out as she trembles, losing the ability to hold him quite so tight as that feeling washes through her.

[bookmaker_boss]

With her hot, tight, lovely around him it was hard to keep himself from going to pieces as well. He’s not sure if that’s her doing or just the nature of the beast. Does it matter? He holds onto her, kisses her, breathes needful things into her skin as his hips stutter and then grind to a halt inside her.

He manages a couple more stuttering hitches, burying himself fitfully and urgently in her as he comes.