— light smut warning—

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The air was muggy and the short blonde steadied her breathing, carefully inhaling as to avoid irritating her lungs. Just as she felt the familiar ache in her chest, her father was pushing open the door to the betting shop, the men in the room hastily putting out their cigarettes at the sight of the girl.

"What the fuck happened to your face?" George shouted out in surprise and anger. Elle's hands instantly went to her mouth as she gasped, hurrying to Arthur's side as Ada wiped blood off of his cheek.

"Can I help?" Ada handed her the rag, Ella frowning as she cleaned his bloody face. John watched the little exchange with a small smile across his face. His girl hadn't even acknowledged him, choosing to focus her attention on his older brother. He should've been annoyed -a fact that he'll play into once he had her alone- but he found it endearing.

"Let me see him," Tommy barreled his way into the room, nudging George aside as he handed Arthur a bottle of liquor. "Have this, should help," Arthur eagerly took the open bottle and chugged a sip. The leader of the gang held his hand out to Ella, gesturing for the wet cloth. She dropped into his hand, John grabbing her by the hand to pull her away.

"He said Mr. Churchill sent him to Birmingham," Arthur grabbed Tommy by the wrist. "National interest, something about a robbery." Tommy stepped back from his elder brother, a quick flash of shock in his eyes, one only George caught. The two men shared a look, the Rigsby male clenching his jaw as they went to back to looking over Arthur. "Wants our help."

"We don't help coppers," John huffed out. The men in the room eagerly waited for Tommy to voice his opinion, knowing he seldom held it in. "Fucks sake," John scoffed, storming away from the room. He headed to his office, putting a cigarette in between his lips. Out of habit, it hung there, his lighter going unneeded in his pocket.

Ella was torn between wanting to help with Arthur and going after John. Sensing her internal conflict, George met her eye and beckoned his head toward the open door. She smiled gratefully to him and walked towards her pacing boyfriend. She stood in the open doorway of his office as his frantic movements stopped. He sat, slumped upon the edge of his desk, a frustrated expression on his face.

"John?" Her quiet voice called out his name and his head perked up.

"Come here, doll," he opened his arms, holding her tightly as she snuggled her small body into his. His forehead fell against her shoulder, Ella cupping the back of his neck comfortingly. She held him for a minute before he picked himself up and forced his frustrations away. He removed the cigarette from his mouth, tossing it onto his desk before meeting her gaze.

"What's the matter?" She cupped his face in her hands, eyes laced with worry and confusion at his temperament.

"Nothing to worry yourself over," he smoothed a stray strand of her hair away from her face, eyes softening as she blushed at the gesture.

"I can help you," she offered, though they both knew she never had a hand in anything that was Blinders business. Her father -and John- would never allow otherwise.

"Oh, darling, you help me plenty," with a smirk on his face and a dark look in his eye, Ella's body became warm with lust for the man holding her. The blush in her cheeks deepened in color at his words, a million filthy thoughts clouding her brain.

"I can help you now," one of her hands left his face, drifting lower until it flattened against his stomach.

John's grip on her hips tightened. He pulled her closer to him, her chest colliding against his. "Fuck, darling," he grunted. He had to clench his eyes shut as she stared innocently at him. The girl had some idea of the effect she had on the man but she didn't know just how much. John was utterly captivated by her. Before him, she'd never been touched. She was naively innocent and though she still maintained a semblance of that, he'd corrupted her. A fact he was shameless for.

"My little minx," he lazily opened his eyes, slyly smirking at her. "You'd take me right here," his hand drifted from her hip to lazily trail between her thighs. A soft gasp left her, eyes widening at the feel of his calloused fingers on her smooth skin. "If I'd let you," his hand cupped her mound, feeling the warmth of her cunt against the palm of his hand. "Even with your father so close," his index finger pressed into her clothed center, a soft moan leaving her as he rubbed it lazily.

"John," she breathed out, his cock straining against his pants at her noises. "Daddy-"

"You're dripping," he groaned. Needing to hear more of her pretty sounds, he pushed her panties to the side and kissed her hungrily as his fingers stroked against her. "You need to stay quiet for Daddy, those sounds are only for me, yeah?" His eyes were almost black as he looked her over. He sunk a finger into her, her hands going to his thighs as she held onto him. Her eyebrows were furrowed, eyes pleading with him, begging for more. He hastily looked to the main floor of the betting shop. None of the workers lingered, everyone clearing out for lunch.

His eyes darted back to his girl, feeling her clench around his finger as he added another. Her pleas for more, please daddy echoed in his ears but he knew taking her the way she wanted was too risky. His mouth was back on hers, deeply moaning as her tongue instantly swept across his bottom lip. His thumb reached for her clit, rubbing fast circles as his mouth drank in her moans.

"I can feel you -fuck- squeezing my fingers," her mouth hung open as they broke apart. His forehead fell against hers, her eyes shutting as her body trembled in his arms. "Let go, darling," he urged her. As if awaiting his permission, she gripped onto his thighs tighter, his pant material wrinkling. She released all over his hand, his fingers still thrusting into her as she rode out her orgasm. He swallowed up her high pitched moans, moving a hand to the back of her neck to hold her head in place.

She whimpered into his mouth as he slid his fingers out and gave her clit one last stroke. She shuddered at the overstimulation but didn't shy away from his touch. She'd forever crave him, even when her body was spent and couldn't take any more. She watched with a blissed out look on her face as he slid his fingers into his mouth, licking any remnants of her juice off of them. "Always taste so good, doll," he praised. It never took much for her head to go hazy as she went into her subspace and just the slightest of praise always did it for her.

"Come back to me, darling," his tone was soft but firm. He noted the misty look in her eyes and though he wanted nothing more than for her to fall into it and him, he knew they weren't at a safe place for that. "There you are," his gaze was soft as she melted into him. "There's my pretty girl," he planted a kiss on her forehead.

"I'm sorry, John," she mumbled pathetically.

"Don't be, darling," he assured her. "Got plenty of time for that later, can't do more with your Dad in the next room."

"I forgot he was here," she giggled. "Do you think they heard us?"

"Fucking hope not," he grumbled. "Your pretty little noises are for my ears only."

They shared a secret smile as he helped her sort herself out. Once they were sorted, they ventured back to the sitting room, John instantly searching for a sign that someone heard them. He remained tense as Ella went to her father's side, only relaxing when she smiled his way.

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It was much later that evening with a small sliver of the moon in the sky, that Manny found himself walking beside Ella. The girl ventured into the street, aimlessly strolling along. He followed closely, tensed for a fight, though the streets were empty of any person or threat. "Is something wrong?" He finally broke the silence that encompassed them.

"Do you ever feel as if a secret is being kept from you?" She stopped suddenly, tilting her face towards the sky as she admired the small sliver of the moon. "I've had that feeling as of late Manny." She spoke softly, "i hate it."

"What kind of secret?" He scratched his beard as he thought it over.

"Something important," she sighed. "I overheard my father talking to Tommy about me the other morning." He didn't offer a response. "Wasn't much I could hear, but enough to know that whatever it is, I'm not supposed to know."

"What do ya think it is?" He stayed watching her, eyeing her face closely. Her usual chatty nature was gone, her face twisted in worry.

"I have no idea," she turned to look at him. "That's partly why it scares me."

"Ya think it could be something bad?"

"I hope not," she sighed softly. "But given the business my father's in, what else could it be." He gave her a sympathetic smile. She turned back to the sky, enjoying the view and hating the sinking feeling in her stomach.

"Well," he sighed heavily. "No matter what the shit is, my job is to protect you and that's exactly what I plan on fucking doing." She gave him a soft smile at his words. "Even if it's from your old man. You ain't getting hurt on my watch."

"You're a good man, Manny." She'd known the man for years, he'd become like a brother to her over the years. He normally guarded over her father but after their return from the war, he'd been switched to protect the Rigsby female instead. A fact that neither one of them hated.

"You're like blood to me, Ella." His heart melted at the smile she gave him. "Besides my Ma and my boy, you Rigsbys are all I got. I don't fucking joke about that." They stood in the silence of the night, both enjoying the dewy fog that began to settle in. "Come on, let's head in before you drop dead on the street." She laughed at his worry as she let him nudge her towards her home. "Laugh any louder and you'll wake the fucking neighbours." He shushed her, her cackling only growing louder at his insistence.
"Fucking, hell-"