Chapter forty-two: Song of Solomon
Kate comes out of the bathroom in a silk robe and nightdress. Thomas has stripped out of his jacket and vest. He has his back to her and Kate can't help but smile at the way he's dressed. He was an extremly handsome man and she always thought he looked most attractive when he dressed as a working man instead of a Member of Parliament.
Thomas nods, he's speaking in Romani to someone. She makes a note to have him teach her Romani, so she can understand what he's saying. He glances towards her, his blue eyes raking appreciatively over her. The saleslady had thrown a complimentary robe and two-piece green negligee set into her bag. Kate normally wouldn't have worn a two piece, but with her needing to ice her rib, it was perfect.
She smiles and moves towards him. Thomas already has a bag of ice ready, sitting in an ice bucket. She leans over to pick it up but he stops her with a gesture of his hand. "Right. I'll talk to you later. Bye" He hangs up the phone and picks up the bag. "Let me help you."
"Thank you, Thomas."
He reaches for her robe and she shies away, causing him to pause. "You ok?"
She bites her lip and nods. "Yes, I'm sorry."
Thomas unties her robe and she flushes at the look in his eyes. His eyes are inflamed with lust as he surveys her in her lacy lingerie. However, the lust soon becomes anger as he sees the bruise on her rib cage. Thomas steps forward and places the pack of ice on her bruise. Kate lets out a loud gasp, stumbling back against the table, gripping tightly onto his hand.
"F**k." He swears. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
"You didn't." she assures him, gripping tighter onto his hand as he inhaled. "I'm sorry, it was cold. I wasn't expecting it to sting like that." She grips his hand and presses the ice to her rib. She lets out a faint gasp and Thomas steps closer. She exhales and looks up at him; his face is dangerously close to hers. She inhales. "Who was on the phone?"
"Arthur." He says, his voice dark and low. "I was letting him know where I could be reached."
She nods. Thomas studies her carefully. She smiles at him, seeing the concern and guilt in his eyes. "I'm alright Thomas," she reaches up and places a hand on his cheek. "it's a minor injury."
He leans into her hand before admitting. "I'm always placing my wives in danger. First there was Grace," she shakes her head. "she gets shot because of me."
"Thomas, no."
"Then Lizzie, never should have f**king married her." He exhales. "She hated me so much she killed herself. Then there's you, because of me-
Kate silences him by kissing him deeply. He stiffens and lifts her carefully up onto the table. She lets out a faint moan and Thomas breaks the kiss. "I'm not going anywhere Thomas. It's not your fault, it's alright."
Thomas exhales and shakes his head. "For a moment…it was like Grace all over again. You're hurt, because of me."
"I'm hurt," she says. "because someone I didn't know attacked me in the street. You couldn't have stopped her from attacking me, but you did stop her from hurting me more. You don't get to blame yourself. I won't allow you to blame yourself for this."
Thomas studies her before leaning forward and kissing her deeply. Kate pulled him towards her and parted her lips, allowing him to slip his tongue inside her mouth. She moaned and cupped his face in her hands. She arched her body against his. Thomas let out a groan and Kate shivered as she felt his length against her knee. Her whole body flames with lust as she clings to Thomas.
He breaks the kiss and looks at her. He seems to sense her need, for he nods and kisses her neck. "I'll give you what you need Kate."
"Please."
He kisses her again and Kate sets her bag of ice off to the side, reaching for his waist as his right hand slips down her tap pants. God, he hadn't touched her like this since Thanksgiving and she was craving his touch! He removes her tap pants, quickly sliding them down her legs. he takes a quick glance at her face to be certain she's alright with this before slipping a finger inside her. Kate lets out a sharp moan as her body instantly responds to him.
He leans forward and kisses her, adding a second finger inside her. She lets out a sharp cry as he moves his fingers deep inside her, carefully stretching her. She shifts, bucking her hips into his body. He lets out a groan and deepens the kiss. She clutches onto him, wrapping one leg around his knee.
Thomas groans against her mouth. unable to stop herself, she reaches for the button on his trousers and then his belt. Thomas is so busy kissing her breathless that he fails to notice where her hands have gone. Kate brushes the front of his trousers and Thomas groans. God, he's hard already. She pulls at his trousers, pulling them free and they join her tap shorts on the ground. Thomas steps closer, gently pushing her hips wider apart. She moans as he slips into the natural cradle of her thighs. They both groan, Kate knows they're not going to be able to stop this time, nor does she care. She wants to be with her husband and she wants to be with him now.
Thomas breaks the kiss once he realizes that she's now attempting to remove his union shorts. "F**king hell Kate, we need to-
"I want you." The words slip out and she begins begging him. "I want you inside me Thomas."
He exhales. "Kate, your rib."
"You won't hurt me."
"Kate…I've wanted to f**k you for a long time. I don't trust myself in this moment."
She holds his gaze as she says. "I want you." Thomas shakes his head. She lies back on the table, spreading her trembling legs wide. "Please…f**k me Tommy." He lets out a groan, slamming his hands on either side of her body. He hovers over her, his breathing is as ragged as hers is. His blue eyes are feral and she can see he's close to breaking his vow to have her next month. "Tommy," she reaches up and caresses his face with her hands. "Tommy, f**k me. I'm begging you."
Thomas breaks and he rids himself of his shorts in a second. Thomas grips her around her hips, pulls her towards him and thrusts into her. Kate cries out and instantly reaches for his forearms. God, he's larger than she remembered him being those months ago. Thomas instantly stops and looks down at her. "Kate? Am I hurting-
"Don't stop, please!"
"If I'm hurting you," he growls as he began to lay claim to her body. "you tell me. Understood?"
She nods. "I will." Kate places her hand atop his head, bringing his mouth down to hers.
Their coupling wasn't romantic, it was desperate and filled with pure need on both their parts. At the same time, there was such a strong connection of a mutual desire and affection between them, which couldn't be denied any longer. She loved him so much. This man had unknowingly put a child inside her and now the feelings between them were no longer being repressed.
Thomas broke the kiss long enough to pull his shirt over his head. Kate ran her hand down his chest, admiring the muscles and tattoos on her husband's body. She'd admired them discreetly when he'd been ill, but now she could appreciate them up close. She ran her hands down Thomas's forearms, feeling them flex under her touch as he began pounding into her. Kate kept her bra on, not wanting him to see her missing breast yet. Thomas however, wanted to see every inch of her. he unsnapped the bra and threw it somewhere. She gasped, heat flowing through her body as she remembered what her doctor had claimed. "If you marry, I recommend keeping your chest covered. Men will find it a turnoff."
Thomas however, didn't act as if he were turned off. His eyes flashed and he traced the red line on her chest with his thumb. He glanced at her as if sensing her insecurity, he then planted a kiss on her chest. A tear leaked down her cheek as he wrapped an arm around her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. "F**k, you feel good."
"Tommy!" She cried out as she squirmed, desperate for some release as he continued to pound deep inside of her. Thomas, with a marvelous show of strength, lifted her from the table and pinned her against the wall! "God! Tommy!" Kate cried out as he took her even harder and deeper than she though possible! Thomas held her around her hips, keeping her close to him as she gripped his hair, feeling herself about to break apart.
"Come for me!" She didn't even bother stifling a cry as her muscles clenched tightly around him, causing him to let out a groan. Thomas came inside of her, letting out another curse as she came with him. Kate held onto him as her mind spun, her legs dropped from his waist. Thomas held onto her, his breathing harsh and his hands holding onto her.
Kate stroked his face, gently kissing him on the mouth. Kate sighed in pleasure as he held onto her. She could barely believe how they'd actually just had sex, without discussing anything together. They just knew that this was something they needed. No, it was more than that. It was something that they'd been fighting for a long time and they finally just gave into the feelings. It was something far better than he or she even imagined.
He lets out an exhale, which almost sounds like a laugh, but it's disbelief. She's without words as she runs her fingers through his hair. Thomas looks at her, a strange, yet familiarly intense expression on his face as he studied her. "Kate," his voice was low and ragged. "I love you."
"I love you too." Thomas carefully exited her and allowed her feet to touch the floor. Kate's legs gave out from under her and she would have hit the floor, were it not for his fast reflexes. She lets out a sigh as she assures him. "I'm alright." He doesn't believe her, so she adds with a smile. "You made me a little weak in the knees, Mr. Shelby." He smirks faintly and gathers her up in his arms. He grabs the bag of mostly melted ice from the table and moves towards the bed. He lays her on the white silk covers. He gets into the bed, parts her legs and then gets between her legs. "Thomas?"
He studies her before reaching for the ice. "This may sting." He places it on the bruised rib and she arches her back, crying out against the cold on her sweating skin. "F**k." He groans as he watches the water run down her chest to her stomach. She inhaled rapidly, her chest heaved up and down. Thomas runs a hand down her body, following the water down her chest to her stomach. "So f**king responsive. Most f**king beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life."
She moans and looks up at him. The look in his eyes gives her no cause to doubt him. He's looking at her with such love that she almost feels as if she doesn't deserve it. She breaks as tears start rolling down her cheeks. "I love you, so much Thomas Shelby. Why, were we waiting until January to do this?"
He rolls his eyes. "No f**king clue." He leaned forward and kissed her tenderly. After a few long moments, he brushed her hair back from her face. "I'm going to give you a breather, luv. Then, since you started this whole f**king thing," she smiles as she places her hand on his cheek, gently caressing his cheekbones. "I'll take you again."
She inhales as she studies his face. "I don't know what got into you, but I needed this. I needed you...so much and I didn't realize it until now."
He was silent, so she closed her eyes and sighs. After a few moments, he speaks. "I saw you crying today Kate." She opened her eyes and turned towards him. "You needed me, but," he reached for her hand and held on. "you wouldn't tell me."
She inhaled sharply. "Thomas-
"I want you," he runs his thumb over her lips. "to come to me, when you need me. God knows I f**ked up with Lizzie, I don't want to f**k it up with you."
She looks up at him and decides to confess. "Thomas, I do have something to tell you. And," she inhales. "I don't know how to tell you."
He stills. "Are you sick?"
"No!" She assures him. "Nothing like that. I want to tell you, but," he leans over her. "I don't know how you're going to take it."
"Just tell me Kate." He prods her gently, running his hand through her hair. "I won't get mad at you."
She inhales and then whispers. "I'm pregnant." Thomas's hand stiffens and he looks down at her. For once, she can't read his reaction, or rather, lack of a reaction. He looked lost, his blue eyes, appeared to be processing, but his eyes weren't blinking. Kate repeats. "I'm pregnant." Again, no reaction. The words just started spilling out. "Doctor Blake told me today and…I wasn't sure how to tell you. I don't know if you'd even want a baby. We, we hadn't even had sex yet and we never discussed having children. I probably should have told you before this. I've just been scared that maybe you don't-
Thomas places his fingers on her lips. She inhales as she stares up at him, some fear running through her veins. He clears his throat. "You're pregnant?" She nods. "With my baby?"
"Yes. There hasn't been anyone else Thomas."
"I know that." He exhales and looks down at her stomach. Slowly, he runs his hand down her body, resting it gently on her stomach. She watches him as he gently runs his thumb over her stomach, probably where their child is forming. There is a slight bump and she can tell that he feels it under his hand. He's silent for a long moment before stating. "F**k." She inhales sharply. He looks down at her and smiles. "You're really pregnant?"
Kate exhales in relief. "Yes, I am Thomas."
Thomas swooped in and kissed her passionately on the mouth. She let out a moan as he gripped her around the waist and pulled her against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held onto him, relief flooding every inch of her. Thomas kissed until she was breathless and her mind was reeling. He broke the kiss, breathing heavily sending puffs of air across her face. "You're sure? You have my baby inside of you?"
"Yes," she nods eagerly, smile on her face and tears of joy running down her cheek. "yes I'm sure Tommy."
He shakes his head. "F**k, I've heard how this goes."
"Heard of what?"
he smiles faintly. "When Grace told me, she was pregnant with Charlie…it was in the middle of a race track, during an assassination. Was a shock, but had to focus and I couldn't tell her everything I wanted to say. Lizzie…she just walked in and told me. I was drunk, mourning Grace, so…it wasn't what I wanted." He slowly runs his hand down to the spot between her legs, causing her to tremble. "All were surprises, but…it was nothing like this."
She arches against him. "Tommy, what are you-
"I want you Kate again." He rolls on top of her and slips inside of her. She moans. "You alright?"
"For God's sake Thomas, stop asking me that and kiss me!" He laughs as he does just that. "I've been imagining the worst for hours!" She confesses as she places her hands on his neck. "It didn't occur to me that maybe you'd be happy."
"Well, I am and allow me to make that up to you, luv."
The word 'luv' caused her to smile at him as she gently stroked his cheekbones. "I remember when I didn't want to ever fall in love again, nor experience anything like that again. and now," she moaned as Thomas began moving inside of her. "I don't…want to this feeling inside of me to stop. I only want to feel this with you."
"Believe me Kate," he breathed in her ear as he paused to pull her left leg over his shoulders, causing her to gasp. He did a quick check to make sure that he wasn't on her rib cage. "this feeling, it's not going to stop for a long time. There are going to be many more nights of this and I intend to make up for everything that you've been denied." Kate gasped as he bit her neck hard, causing her to clench tight around him. "F**k, I've wanted to have you since we went to Bertani's."
Her brow arched. "However on earth did you control yourself around me, Tommy Shelby?"
"I knew if I moved too fast, you'd run for the hills."
"I'm your wife now," she assures him. "yours to do with as you please."
"Well, Mrs. Shelby, I intend to f**k you like I'm putting another child in you."
Kate met his kiss halfway and let him ravish the hell out of her. Right now, the world could end and she'd be happy. She was in his arms and his arms told her that she'd be loved and cherished deeply by him until the day they died.
