"Don't worry 'bout 'em, they weren't there yesterday were they?" his eyes shone with lust, referring to their ex-rated activities as he rounded the desk that she was sitting behind. 
Tommy seemed to ride Shadow miles out, with Eden gripping his torso and the hat she wore for safety. A picnic he said, and why the fuck did she listen. Horse riding wasn't for her, not this soon anyway, but she got on. It took half an hour for him to find the place he rode to a few weeks back, thinking of the empire he wanted to build. 
Helping get off the shadow and tying his reigns to a tree, he grabbed a blanket and then took her hand and ran, as fast as possible, with giggles falling from her lips. 
Soon she lay naked, back on the blanket, staring up at Tommy. 
"Here Thomas?" 
"Yeah, I promise no one will lay an eye on you," or he would cut them a pretty smile, 
Tommy found himself inside of her, the only place where he could forget about every worry and doubt, her velvety walls fluttering around him, her nails on his chest his back, whilst purring pretty words in his ear, driving him crazy.
She was drunk on the waves of pleasure washing over her. 
"You're so beautiful," he grunted, pressing kisses to her neck, nibbling on the skin drawing more whimpers from her. The sounds she made only spurred him on. Grabbing her hands and placing them above her hand, he didn't relent, "fuck." 
"Please, don't stop." 
"I was there Thomas, you don't 'ave to remind me." 
"Suprise you still have your voice," he remarked, sitting on the desk, pushing some work out of the way, 
She coyly chuckled into her hands, "I hate you,"
"Keep tellin' ya self that," he teased, grabbing her ankle and pulling off her shoe, earning a confused look before he began to rub the heel of her feet, drawing a satisfied sigh from her, "How was work?" 
"Witnessed some poor bloke get amputated today," Tommy snapped his head up at her words, "turns out, one day he was cold and drunk, so he turned on his oven, to warm up his hands, as you do." 
"Standard practice," he said highly amused.
"He fell asleep and woke up to one of his hands burnt to a crisp, the other was decent because he moved in his sleep I guess. He screamed down the bloody hospital when he arrived, demanded that we somehow get him a new hand," she said with a deadpanned expression, making Tommy laugh, "we couldn't obviously, so the surgeon – thankfully one came in today. He had to knock the guy so he would stop screamin'. The surgeon wanted my mum to gather some nurses so we could see how to properly amputate someone, so she got me and a couple of the girls to see 'im sew up his wrist. Blood was everywhere and the hand was chucked away, thank god, Thomas it was charred like a burnt chicken - remind me to not eat chicken for a while." 
"I will, sounds like you had an eventful day," Eden marvelled at his hands, trying to focus on his speech, "the surgeon didn't have somethin' to put him under?" 
"There was a chloroform shortage today," she informed, "well that's what they told us, I think it was one of the nurses, stealin' 'em because some think that 'god created humans and gave them the strength to go through pain,' would love to see 'em go through childbirth and still think that." 
"My mum went through it five times," he breathed out. 
"Strong woman," she instantly replied. 
Tommy wordlessly agreed, placing down her foot gently, then grabbed the other, slipping it out of her shoe and began massaging it.