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As Arthur Shelby and his brothers walked out of the Moon's pub "Tom, read this out for me would ya." Arthur said handing him the note. "The Lotus, East London, From BM. Who gave you this?" Tommy asked his elder brother. "Fucking EastEnders eh? They won't talk to a policeman, but they'll snog a gangster." Arthur chuckled dryly "Planning to get lucky Arthur." John joked "I am as it goes yeah."

Beatrice Moon entered the pub she'd said she'd meet Arthur in. She looked around to see Arthur Shelby who looked nervous. She made her way towards him. "Hello Mr Shelby." She smiled, her eyelashes fluttered as she did so.

"Hello Love." He replied. "What can I get your to drink?" He added "Brandy please." Beatrice  said, placing her hand on the bar, tapping her finger onto the beermat.

Arthur ordered their drinks and walked her to a curved booth. She sat herself down and stared into his eyes. "You look beautiful." He told her genuinely  "You look handsome Mr Shelby." She replied with the smile he'd been drawn to the first time he laid eyes on her.

"Please love, Call me Arthur." He told her "Alright, Arthur, I'm Beatrice but everyone calls me Bea." She introduced herself formally "In that case then, I'll call you Trixie." Beatrice smiled at him, her cheeks turning blushed, more than they already were.

If Bea was being honest she never did understand love. Sure her mother and father were all over eachother when they were good but the bruises that covered her Father that he would tell people was from customers who got a bit too rowdy, the sobs she held back as her mother screamed at her to sit on the steps while her parents argued in the next room. But maybe, just maybe she felt it with Arthur.

Maybe he could be the love the plays spoke about, the love that was once in a lifetime, the love that would he spoken about in history books in years to come.

He had a reputation for being so violent, yet he was so kind with her, he was soft spoken and kind with her. He didn't once touch her against her will, he didn't push her about or grab her aggressively, compared to other men that she'd talked to, sometimes she'd barely ever smiled at them but they still pressed on.

Two drinks and three shots into the evening Arthur grabbed her hand and held it. "I really do like you Arthur." Beatrice admitted "You do eh?" Arthur asked with a confident smile.

She leant in, and let his hand grasp her face he pulled her in and kissed her, and she kissed back. They were all over eachother. "Why don't we take this somewhere else eh?" The Peaky Blinder asked. Beatrice nodded eagerly. Following him with tripping feet. Arthur walked her down alleyway to the flat he was staying at.

Beatrice was placed onto Arthur's bed. He kissed her, he paused when their lips were just barely touching and breathing each other's air, Arthur's knee was in between her thighs as they did so.

Arthur wanted to fuck her, badly. But he didn't know if she did too. Her thighs were opening more as they kissed, he decided to separate from the kiss and kneel between her. Beatrice used her shoulders to push herself up once she realised what he was doing. Instead of shying away from the idea of sex. She pulled her knickers down herself.

Watching as  Arthur's breath hitched at the sight of her bare cunt. She questioned wether she should tell him that she'd never had sex before. But she decided against it.

Arthur inhaled sharply before he stood up, grasping the bed to help him lift himself up. He leant forward, signalling for Beatrice to undo his belt which she did, slowly, biting her lip. It drove him nuts and he wasn't even in her yet.

Arthur watched as she laid herself back down, using her shoulders to move herself back further. Arthur himself, took off his trousers and underwear before he got himself onto the bed. Kneeling over Beatrice who'd lifted her lower torso up by having her knees be up and her feet grasping at the sheet of the bed.

As Arthur sunk into Beatrice's entrance, he grunted and jerked as she hooked her leg around his back, letting her other knee buckle and Arthur to lower himself.  "Fuck." Beatrice rasped as Arthur slammed their hips together

She bites back a moan, Arthur looks into her eyes "Let it out eh?" And so Beatrice does what she's told, she moans almost into his ear as it's so near her face as his body jolts back and forth as he thrusts into her. She feels like the earth has stuttered on its axis as her lips tremble, and her lower body is filled with a pulsing feeling "Fuck." Beatrice cried out as she felt the pool of fire she'd held in slip away, she panted as Arthur continued to thrust  into her, letting her orgasm come and go as he reached his.

Not half an hour later their arms were intertwined with each-other as Beatrice rested her head on Arthur's sleeping chest. She was certain, she loved Arthur Shelby.

GWEN TALKS
i wrote this nearly a year ago now, it's v cringy at points im well aware, im sorry.