Hi there! I'm currently obsessed with the Boondock Saints, especially Murphy, portrayed by the handsome Norman Reedus.
Small OC one shot in the time before the brothers go back to America ( Boondock Saints: All saints day)
Disclaimer: I do not own Boondock Saints or any of its characters.
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Silence, warmth and the faint scent of smoke. That's how she had been waking up for the past 2 years; next to the man she loved, next to the blue eyed Irishman that had stolen her heart the moment he smiled at her in some old pub, while nursing a beer and a cigarette dangling between his lips.
Slipping from his grasp on the bed, she got up and got a hand in an old shirt that used to be Murphy's, covering her bare body with it. Descending the stairs she was greeted with the sight of Connor in the sofa, clothes rumpled and mouth slightly opened and with drool sliding onto his chin.
-Pig of a man…- she whispered, covering him with an old blanket that sat in the arm of the sofa. She actually felt sorry for him. Poor guy, having to sleep in there almost every night she came to their house. The house where they lived with their father, which refused to sleep next to the locomotive that was Connor.
Walking to the kitchen, she stopped midway and glanced to the stairs. Murphy was standing there, almost buck naked and arms cross.
-Shite girl, the sun's barely up and yer already strutting around? Get yer ass up here an' come to bed.
She smiled and walked slowly to where he was, taking her time while climbing each one of the stairs. Reaching her hand up, he took it and almost dragged her back to the room he shared with Connor. With a smirk, he threw her in the bed and eyed her up and down when her shirt, or his in the case, went further up her legs showing quite a bit of creamy skin.
-Lord's name Beth, don't look at me like that. – She laughed quietly and bit her lip, beckoning him with her brown eyes.
-You're the one that wanted me back in your bed. I can always go way if you want. But it's Saturday and I feel very much at home here.
He stepped forward and knelt in front of her, placing a small kiss above her knee, nuzzling the skin there.
- Nah, yer fine were ye are. – He closed his eyes as her hand started to draw small circles in the back of his neck, slightly scraping the skin there.
-What are you doing there then? Come to bed. We'll have to go to church in a bit.
He groaned at the prospect of not having the time to do what he wanted.
-Aye – he looked at her raised eyebrows and parted lips- We still have time.
He pulled her to him and pressed his forehead into hers, his breath fanning over her lips. She closed the gap and placed her mouth in his, moving her hands to cup his gruff cheeks. Lowering her back into the mattress, Beth pushed him with her, tights parted to better accommodate him. Murphy made his way to her jaw, placing hungry kisses in the fine arch, moving lower until he reached her neck. Her hands were now in his hair, massaging the small strands slowly and gently.
-We can't get much farther than this Murph – she sighed, hanging to his shoulders as he started nipping at the top of her collarbone, reaching down to yank the shirt off her body. Gliding her hands to the strong expanse of muscles in his back, she heard him growl lowly while stopping in his tracks and looking back at her.
-What do ya want? – He asked, dropping his head to her chest again, sucking and depositing wet kisses along the top of her breasts.
-You- she almost moaned at his ministrations, giving in to the pleasure he was giving her.
A bang made them jerk away from each other, Beth covering her body with the sheet.
-Wake the fuck up! – Connor's obnoxious voice was heard from the other side of the door and Murphy groaned, sitting up and walking to the door.
- I oughta slap ya, ye stupid arse! – He opened and door and Connor laughed, getting a good glance at Beth that was still in the bed half naked.
-Sorry if I cockblocked ya. 'M hungry. Figured the lass could make breakfast.
Beth sighed and forced a smile at Murphy's brother. Seemed like he had a kick for interrupting when they were getting some alone time.
-Fine, you pigheaded man. Now fuck off and let me dress. Don't want you to get too excited.
Murphy smiled, glancing at the two of them and thanking God for having found someone who could put up with his twin and not throw herself at him like most of the women did.
-Aye! – Connor bellowed- An' make me some eggs. And bacon.
Beth narrowed her eyes and flipped him off.
- I'm not your waitress. Do you know what my breakfast was in Portugal? Cereal, ah!
- Elisabete, com'on. Please? I beg ya.
-Fine. Now go. And you better not talk to me. Don't want your ass to get jealous of the amount of shit that comes of your mouth.
Connor snorted, and turned back to get out of the room, not before turning to her with the famous MacManus smirk in his face.
-Thank ya for the blanket. An' nice legs by the way.
Murphy tossed a pillow to his back and shut the door as he heard the laughter fill the house.
Beth stood up and downed the shirt again, moving to where Murphy was.
-Don't worry; I'll bring the breakfast to the older brother first. –she winked at him, taking his stunned expression.
-How do ya know tha' ? – He asked, pulling her once again to him.
-You mother always said: the older is the one with the bigger cock. Well, I've seen your brother more than one time sprawled shamelessly in that couch. I know some things.
She disentangled herself from his arms and started descending the stairs, taking one last glance at the proud smirk that graced his face.
-Love ya! – She heard the smile in his voice and made her way to the kitchen, hearing his footsteps behind her.
Strong arms enveloped her and she felt his smile in her neck, where he placed his lips.
-I love you too.