This chapter finally contains my long awaited first attempt at writing smut! Enjoy! Hopefully...


Ekaterina and Ada drove back to Watery Lane with Polly and Tommy in his car, faster than Tommy had ever driven before. Throughout their drive the girl sat in the backseat with her friend, helping her get through the contractions by holding her hand and doing breathing exercises. When they finally arrived the women took Ada into the house and to her old bedroom. When Ada was deposited on the bed Polly went out again to speak with the men. Ada groaned and panted. "I can't do this!" She suddenly shouted. "I can't do this alone, I'm scared!" Ekaterina took her hand. "You're not alone!" She assured. "I'll be with you every step of the way, I promise. So will Polly. And she said she'd ask Tommy to let Freddie come."

Ada squeezed her hand, looking at her best friend with pained eyes. "I'm sorry, Katy. I-" she groaned. "I didn't mean what I said. You are my best friend and I love you, no matter what." She screamed. "Even if that means you love Tommy more than me!" Ekaterina helped her put her feet on the bed. "I don't love him more than you. Just in a different way." She looked up at the brunette from between her legs just as Polly returned with Esme. "But we will talk about that later, okay? When the baby is here."

It was a difficult birth, as it turned out the baby was coming feet first. But Ada was a brave fighter and with the help of her aunt, best friend and new sister in law she brought a beautiful baby boy into this world. Ekaterina watched her friend nurse her baby for the first time with a soft smile, though her feet were itching to run to the Garrison. She wanted to be the first one to tell Tommy about his new nephew... and his brothers, of course. However, she had promised to stay with Ada. Polly came to stand next to her. "Go and tell him." She said with a smile. Ekaterina looked at her questioningly. "Pardon?" Polly rolled her eyes. "I see how jittery you are. Go to Tommy; Esme and I will stay with her." Ekaterina started to protest. "But-" Polly interrupted her. "I do know a few things about babies, you know. Ada will survive you not being there for a while."

Ekaterina closed her mouth. She hadn't protested because she didn't trust in Pollys abilities. The matriarch knew probably more about births and babies than she did as a trained nurse, as she was still somewhat new to that. It's just, she had promised Ada to stay. But the birth had been a success, Ada seemed to feel good and she handled the baby well. The blonde nodded and grinned slightly. "Okay... just for a little while. And if anything happens you come and get me, okay?" She urged the older woman, taking her hand and looking into her eyes. Polly huffed. "Go now." She lightly pushed her back and Ekaterina was on her way, running out of the house and down the street.

Tommy smiled as the reason he had gone soft for the day, as his brothers had put it, was coming through the door. Her hair was a mess, her dress was crumpled and had a few stains - of what, he didn't want to know - but still, her face was radiating and she looked beautiful in his eyes. He welcomed her with open arms and she took his hands, beaming up at him. "It's a boy!" She cheered. "A beautiful baby boy. Healthy and so, so pretty." She looked into his eyes with shining green orbs. "Oh Tommy, you have to see him!" Tommy cupped her cheek with a hand. "I can't wait."

"You want me to open that champagne now?" Grace suddenly interrupted their tender moment and they both looked at her. The barmaid was looking solely at Tommy, not even acknowledging the smaller girl standing next to him. She smiled at him hopefully, though Tommy didn't reciprocate it. But before either of them could say anything the door of the Garrison was thrown open again and in came Polly. She was seething. The moment she saw her second oldest nephew she charged at him, John and Arthur, who had come out of the snug, running after her. Tommy quickly pulled Ekaterina out of the way before Polly reached him, immediately going for his throat. "The police came and took your nephews father away!" She screamed furiously, Tommy trying to dodge her hands without hurting her and Ekaterina took a sharp breath. "Don't you dare look at me like that!" The older woman continued. Tommy looked at her, shock and unbelief clearly written on his face.

Polly seemed to have calmed down somewhat, but then she spat "you liar!" into his face and whirled around, storming out again. For a moment everything was quiet. Then Ekaterina started to follow after the older woman. Tommy immediately grabbed her arm, turning her around. "Ekaterina... I didn't do it." He said, looking at her with pleading eyes. Please believe me." I didn't do it, I swear." Ekaterina looked at him with expressionless eyes. Then her gaze moved to the bar, barely catching the guilty look on Graces face before said woman whipped around, hiding her face behind her hair. The small girl looked back to Tommy. "I know." She said and Tommy's expression flooded with relief. "But it's not me you have to convince." Again, his face fell and the grip he had of her arm got weaker, allowing her to pull away. "I should go back to Ada and the baby." She mumbled and walked out.

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Ada had immediately left the house when she had felt good enough to walk. Realizing that neither Polly nor Ekaterina could convince her to stay they helped her. At least they knew now where she and Freddie had been hiding all this time. But after that Ada refused to speak or even see anyone. That had been weeks ago. Polly and Ekaterina tried to visit her everyday, sometimes together, sometimes one of them alone. They brought her food, medicine and stuff for the baby. Yet, most things remained untouched before her door.

Meanwhile, Ekaterina was basically the only one still speaking to Tommy... at least without doubting or insulting him. It had, at one point, been so bad between Polly and Tommy especially that Ekaterina had taken residence at her old address again, taking Tommy with her. She had never actually stopped paying the rent for it, thinking that she couldn't live with the Shelbys forever and fearing her room would be lost to her by then. Now they were, basically, living there together... alone. They currently only went to the house for work or to ask about news of Ada. Ekaterina sighed. If her family ever found out that she was living alone with a man who wasn't even her husband or, at least, fiancé it would be quite the scandal. Not that they had done anything really indecent. They were still only kissing and fondling. What slowly started to worry her, to be honest.

Currently Ekaterina sat in the little office of the Garrison, working on the books. At long last Arthur had given up doing them completely and now she did everything. Like she had predicted. Outside, Grace was preparing the bar for the day. There was a tense silence between them. Ekaterina was pretty sure that it had been her that had snitched to the police about Freddie and she had told Tommy as much. But... they didn't have any evidence and so he thought it best to not let the barmaid know about their suspicions for the time being. Grace obviously still thought that no one was expecting her of any wrongdoings and maybe it was better to continue letting her think like that. The girl honestly didn't know.

Tommy suddenly entered the office, closing the door behind him. Ekaterina gave him a quick glance, continuing to write. "I would offer you tea." She mumbled, referring to the cup of English breakfast standing before her. "But I know you'll only let it go cold." That had been one of the first things she had noticed about him since they were living together. Tommy didn't drink tea, at least not on mornings. When she had cleaned up after breakfast his cup had always been cold and mostly untouched. By now she wondered if he preferred coffee and if she should buy some for him. "Did you speak to Polly?" She then asked, knowing that he had went to see her. He sighed and explained "Ada still doesn't speak... and Polly still doesn't believe me."

Tommy came to the table, looking over the books and her writings. "Your new system?" He asked and she nodded. He looked at the diary she used to track important dates for the pub, like deliveries. Tommy suddenly took the pen from her hands, leaning over the diary and drawing a black star in the field of December 3rd. "What does that mean?" She asked and he looked at her. "It's the day we take out Billie Kimber and his men." Tommy had told her by now about his plans with said man, so it didn't come as a surprise exactly. Still, the timing was off, or so she thought, with him being so at odds with his family. So she asked "and does your family know this?" He scoffed, leaning down to give her kiss and then going back to the door. "Everyone in my family hates me. Why would I tell them?"

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A couple hours later she was walking into the Shelby house, wanting to talk to Polly about how exactly her visit to Ada had gone because the girl didn't have time to go today. However, a strange scene awaited her in the kitchen: an unknown man sitting at the table and all of the Shelbys and Polly standing around it, with the exception of Ada (obviously) and Arthur... who was making a sandwich? She had never seen him do anything in here except eating what Polly had cooked, so this was a surprise. "Oh, I didn't know you had a visitor." She said, stopping in the doorframe. The unknown man looked at her in a way that made her skin crawl, a predatory smile on his face. "And who is this little doll?"

"That's Tommy's wife." John suddenly said, making her gaze fly to him. He looked at her with a forceful expression in his eyes and so she nodded, putting a smile on her face. "Yes. We've married just recently, but... I'm Mrs. Thomas Shelby now." Ekaterina was glad that she was still wearing her gloves, so the man couldn't see that she wasn't wearing a ring. Though she wondered why she had to lie in the first place. Who was this man? The expression on his face fell. "Oh. Tommy's wife, huh. Pity." He didn't introduce himself.

Arthur came to the table, putting the plate he had been carrying before the man. "Thank you." The man said. "You're a good boy." Arthur sat down and the man started to pray to what Polly exclaimed "Jesus Christ." The man looked at her, an obviously fake irritated look on his face. "Please, woman, not in vain." Polly glared at him. "Finish your sandwich and sling your hook." The man sighed and took the butter knife before him. "Pollyanna. I'm the guest of the head of this family. So why don't you maybe tend to your mangle or your scuttle?" Ekaterina creased her brow at that, her eyes blazing. How dare he speak to Polly like that.

"The head of the family ain't here." John informed the man curtly and the man looked at Arthur, who reluctantly explained "Tommy. He sometimes helps me with... with business, Dad." That's when the realization hit the blonde. This was Arthur Sr... the father of the Shelbys and Pollys older brother. Who had been notoriously unfaithful to his wife and left the family the moment she had died 10 years ago, leaving Arthur Jr, Tommy and Polly to care for the family. The main door was opened and Tommy came in. "Aye, well, speak of the devil." Arthur Sr commented, standing up.

Tommy came to stand next to Ekaterina, putting a hand on the small of her back. He glared at his father, who just asked "how are you, son?" Tommy pointed with his chin at the door. "Get out." His father huffed. "Come on, son. I'm a changed man." Tommy lightly shook his head. "This family needed you ten years ago. And you walked out on us." Arthur Sr looked down. "Not now." Tommy continued. "Get out of this house." Arthur Jr spoke up. "Tommy, he's different-" but Tommy interrupted him. "Shut up." Their dad breathed out. "It's alright, son." He took his coat and hat. "Arthur Shelby never stays where he's not welcome." He gave Polly an appreciative look. "Quite something you've become." As he walked by her and Tommy, he stopped for a short moment, giving her a once over again and making Tommy pull her back a little. "Congratulations on your beautiful little wife." Tommy just glared at him. His father then muttered something incomprehensible, moving on. With a last pat on Finns head, who couldn't probably even remember him, he was gone.

It was quiet and Tommy let go of her. "He's our dad." Arthur muttered after a while. Tommy scoffed. "He's a selfish bastard." The older man grinned ironically. "You calling someone a selfish bastard... that's a bit rich, Tommy." Ekaterina glared at him. "I mean, thanks to you... we're already down a bloody sister." The blonde made a step towards him. "Now you listen, Arthur-" she began. That had been a frequent occurrence in the Shelby household in the last couple weeks: Ekaterina against the Shelby brothers... well, against John and Arthur. Trying to make them see reason. She fought her battles bravely. Yet she had always lost. But Tommy interrupted her. "You want to see him, Arthur?" He pointed at the door. "You want to see him? You go with him."

Arthur was hesitant for a moment, but then he stood up. He stopped for a moment before his oldest younger brother, glaring at Tommy. Then he stormed out, slamming the door shut behind him.

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Ekaterina sat on the bed, watching Tommy change his clothes. The room they were staying in was, in fact, not that much bigger than the bedrooms in the house in Watery Lane. The only thing that made this room different was the tiny stove and a table, that two people could just so sit at. All in all it looked again like she remembered it before she had moved to the Shelbys, with the exception of the now missing picture of King George. The room was visibly occupied by a woman, with all of her knick knacks strewn around. But here and there you could see that a man was living here as well. Some of his clothes were in her closet, even though he went home regularly. The things he needed to shave his face were lying on a cupboard. Tommy liked to shave almost daily, a habit he had developed during the war, or so he had claimed. His cufflinks were laying on the bedside table. It were minor things, but they were there.

Originally, her land lady had been against a man moving in, as Ekaterina was per contract (although an oral one) forbidden from having 'gentlemen' visiting. But the old woman had immediately given in when she had been told that said 'gentleman' was, in fact, Thomas Shelby. Now she even greeted him every morning, a friendliness she had never extended to the blonde girl.

Tommy came to bed, laying down next to her. Ekaterina immediately cuddled up to him, putting a hand on his chest and starting to trace the tattoo he had there with a finger. Tommy had the habit of sleeping shirtless. She loved it. He put his arm around her. "Do you... want to talk about it?" She asked after a while. Tommy released a breath. "What about?" The girl put her chin on his chest, looking up at him. "I don't know. Your father, maybe? The ongoing fight with your family? The fact that out of you siblings Arthur is the only one still thirsting for your fathers love?" She made a thinking face. "Well, aside from Finn. But he is still a child."

Tommy put his other arm behind his head, looking down at her. "Sorry, but I don't really want to talk about my family when I'm lying in bed with a beautiful girl." She smiled and moved up, placing her lips on his. They kissed for quite some time, moving their hands over the others body. Tommy moved his hand over her bottom and cupped a small breast. But the moment Ekaterina made a move for the waistband of his pants he put some distance between them. "Let's go to sleep." Ekaterina blinked. "What... are you serious?" He just shrugged his shoulders. "I'm tired." She huffed. "Tommy, I could clearly feel your erection pressing against me until a moment ago. And now you tell me you want to sleep?" He didn't say anything.

Ekaterina sat up, hugging her knees under the blanket. "Do you... do you not think I'm attractive? Is that it?" Tommy sat up as well. "How did you come to this conclusion?" She didn't look at him. "We're dating for a while now... I mean, that's what we're doing, isn't it? And yet you never tried to have sex with me. Not even once. So of course I start to wonder if it's because of me." He moved a hand trough his hair. "It's not that I don't want." He then admitted. "It's more that I don't know if I should." The blonde cocked her head. "Is it because I'm still a virgin? Are you afraid... I can't satisfy you?" He huffed and cupped her cheek. "It's definitely not because of that. Do you know how erotic the thought of being the first is to a man?" She frowned. "So what is it then? Because I don't know how I could make it anymore obvious that I want you than by letting you sleep in my bed and going for your pants while making out. If there is you have to tell me."

Tommy smiled at the way her character was shining through even in a situation like this. Always so earnest and serious. He sighed. "Look, I just don't want you to regret it." She looked at him questioningly. "Why would I regret it?" His eyes turned serious. "Your virginity... it's something precious. You shouldn't just give it away to the first bloke that comes knocking. Also, isn't it important for nobles that the women stay virgin until marriage?" She frowned again. "Tommy, you're neither the first one I'm considering giving myself to nor are you the first one 'knocking'." He cocked an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" Ekaterina looked at him confused. "I told you about Campbell." He shook his head. "I meant the part that I'm not the first one you are considering having sex with... voluntarily."

Ekaterina rolled her eyes. "I'm almost 21, Tommy. Of course I had my crushes and little flirtations here and there before you. You're just the first man I'm actually doing something with. Don't look at me like that, I know that you definitely aren't a virgin anymore. Ada told me about your play boy days." Tommy smoothed out his face that had fallen into a jealous grimace. The girl lent into the crook of his neck, letting her hand wander down his body until it cupped his erection. "Come on, please?" She whispered against his skin, giving him goosebumps. "We don't need to have sex, but... I want to do something good for you. You're so stressed out lately."

She gave him a tender kiss on the neck and lightly rubbed his penis through his pants, making him groan. "I could use my hands..." she licked over his skin with her small tongue, up his jaw and to his ear. His cock twitched. "Or my mouth." She then breathed and he groaned again, suddenly moving his hands down to his pants and sliding them down, chucking them on the floor. His penis sprung out, almost painfully hard. He was pent up and at his limit, as he hadn't had sex for months now. And if she really wanted to do that for him, who was he to deny her? "Just your hands..." he said breathily, leaning back again. "For now."

Ekaterina grinned. She felt naughty, but in a good way. Finally something was going the way she wanted. Bracing herself, she turned her face to his lap. This was, after all, the first penis she was seeing outside of anatomy books and the few real life ones she had seen thanks to her work as nurse. This was purely for pleasure. His erect penis was longer than she had anticipated, slightly curved, and she swallowed a bit when she thought about how this was supposed to fit into her. Theoretically the blonde knew how sex worked and yet the prospect was still a bit scary. A few veins were slightly protruding, the mushroom head a bright red. His scrotum was nestled in a tuft of dark pubic hair. All in all... it was strangely beautiful.

"What is it? Having second thoughts?" Tommy asked after a while of her just staring down. He carefully tucked back a lock of her long hair. Tommy had never been shy and he was confident with his size. Yet it was strange to have a girl stare at it for so long. The blonde shook her head and looked up at him with a coquettish smile. "Just admiring the view." He chuckled, tapping her chin. He actually liked that she wasn't shy, not even playing it. The girl took a small, petite hand and lightly encircled his shaft with it. The skin felt warm and silky. She looked at him through her eyelashes. "I don't really know what I'm doing... so tell me if I hurt you or something, okay?" He nodded with a grin. "Don't worry. It's not that difficult to satisfy a man. Just move your hand up and down for a start."

She did just that and he closed his eyes, enjoying the hand on his member that wasn't his own, for once. For months now the only sexual release he had gotten had been through masturbation. Ekaterina moved her hand up and down, feeling his foreskin move in sync. She looked up at him to gauge his reaction, even though his eyes were closed. He didn't seem to hate it, at least. After a while she lightly grazed with her nails over the skin of the head and shaft and Tommy groaned, his hips pushing up a bit. She immediately stopped. "Did that hurt?" She asked worriedly and he chuckled airily. "No. That felt really good. Continue, I think I'm ready soon."

She continued hesitantly but then moved her hand faster and faster. Up, down and around, circling and grazing the head with her fingers. Tommy breathed heavier and heavier, when he suddenly convulsed with a loud moan. His scrotum constricted and the shaft pulsated under her hand. A whitish, slimy fluid spilled out of the opening on the head, dripping down her fingers. Then it was over and Tommy relaxed again. He sighed deeply and fumbled for his cigarette case on the bedside table. "That was very good for your first time." He complimented while lightening it. He took a deep drag, feeling satisfied and tired. Then he looked at the girl; who was, for some reason, staring at her hand covered in his semen. "You want me to return the favor?" He offered but she shook her head, mumbling "I think I pass this time." Then she suddenly put her hand to her mouth, licking up a bit of his fluid. Tommy looked at her with wide eyes. Was this girl really a virgin or was she just shitting with him?

Ekaterina looked at his shocked expression. "What? I just wanted to try how it tastes because someone once told me you can swallow it." She looked at her hand again. "It doesn't taste as bad as I thought..." Tommy huffed and took hold of her chin, making her meet his gaze. "Ekaterina," he drawled. "You'll be the death of me." Then he gave her a deep, of cigarette smoke tasting kiss.


AN: thanks to funnybb for commenting!

So, how did you like my first attempt on smut? Did you like it? Was it too vulgar? Too much, too little? I hope some of you will tell me your opinion, because I'm honestly interested :)

Xoxo Lulu