Summary : You meet Billy Kitchen for the first time.
Warnings : cussing, alfie's use of language, brief mentions of sexual themes, sexual tension
Additional Information :
> follows events from season 2 of Peaky Blinders (minor spoilers)
> written in second person perspective
> 379 words | 3 minutes
Author's Note :
I haven't really seen any works done for him and personally, I fancy the man. Please excuse my weak attempt to literate alfie's cockney accent. Let me know if I should do more works on mista kitchen!
"Good lad. Fill it up, and fuck off," Alfie huffs as he gestures to the occupational form you were handing out to the men. As they leave, Alfie slouches into his chair sighs deeply.
"Wher' on this fuckin' earth, right? does Thomas fuckin' Shelby get a whole bunch o' blokes to do his biddin' for him?" He complains with furrowed eyebrows.
You look at him amused. Standing right next to him, you cross your arms and lift a brow. "Jealous are we, Alfie?" You tease him.
His head snaps to your direction and blinks furiously, dumbfounded. "What? Lil' 'ol me? jealous of that twink?" His childish retaliation made you burst out in laughter.
Just then, a tall, bulky man - presumably another 'baker' saunters in. Your banter with Alfie cuts short and abrupt as you directed your attention to the stranger.
"Name," Alfie demands.
"Billy Kitchen," He states with confidence. Dominance radiating off him. His stern eyes were unwavering, almost challenging as his eyes looks down at Alfie.
From your point of view, you neck strains a little to meet his gaze. He auburn hair amess hidden under his cap, rough stuble neatly trimmed. His stout built seen clear as day even under his thick coat. Your mouth waters at the thought of those big strong arms holding you down as he thrus-
"Go on then, give the basta'd his papers and apron" Alfie calls to you, proding his elbow to your hip gently.
What? Oh.
You tense up and clear your throat, embarrassed to the bone. Your clammy palms grabbed the papers and apron in a scurry.
His eyes meet yours for the first time, his face still stoic. His gaze was intense. Your arms reach out towards him, handing him the items at hand. He leans closer from the other side of the desk, he takes them from you slowly.
"Thank you, Ms" He says gruffly, nodding his head.
He walks away with his eyes still trained on you. Your lungs burn.
Gasping
You were practically gasping for air from the breath you didn't know you were holding. In the fits of coughing, you hear Alfie's voice again.
"Right, and what in the hell was that?" His eyes wide like saucers, eyebrows halfway up his hairline.
