38. Swans

                                    

                                          
LIZZIE WALKED INTO THE ROOM, making her way over to Polly.
"So did you know?" Lizzie asked Polly, "What? Oh that tonight's special guest may have fucked you when you were a nightclub hostess? Yeah. Lizzie if we were to strike form our guest list, every man from Birmingham who-"
"Fuck" Lizzie whispered, looking over her shoulder. "Yes or no?" she asked. "Fucking yea" 
"Shit"
"Mr Oswald, my wife, Lizzie. Lizzie, Sir Oswald Mosley" Tommy introduced. They looked at each other. "Since we all appear to know and since knowledge is permission, i'm sure Mr Shelby in the spirit of our honest relationship you won't mind me saying, it was a bottle of champagne and an evening well spent"
"Actually it was an evening wasted" Lizzie corrected. "For the champagne and brandy you bought me, as i recall it was the booze that put you to sleep a little prematurely" she said, throwing a coin into his drink.
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Everyone sat watching as a dance was performed in front of them, A swan dance. Polly discretely disappeared outside of the tent.
Tommy leaned forward, frowning at Arthur who was asleep, he then leaned backwards, looking at Micheal. He looked at Tommy. He nodded toward Arthur and Micheal tapped him. Arthur grunted and looked at Tommy, sitting straight.
Throughout the dance, Cassidy was able to disappear to one of the many rooms in Tommy's house to be alone. Which didn't last long because Micheal soon found her. "I know you too well." He said, leaning against the door.
"Hm?" She said, ignoring his comment. 
"This is reminding me of the night of Tommy's wedding. When we snuck off." He grinned, trying to frustrate her. She tried her hardest to ignore him..and the pulsating feeling that flew throughout her body.
"You've not changed, Micheal." She said as he inched closer to her, dropping his jacket on the floor. "I still have you wrapped around my fucking finger, don't I?"
Michael's hand trailed up her arm to her shoulder where he pushed her hair back and gently ran his hands to her back, touching the zipper of her dress. "Micheal, don't. There is things that if i take them off, i won't be able to get them back on." She said, knowing the whole thing was a bad idea.
"Then i'll fuck you with the dress on, yeah?" He mumbled, picking her up and placing her on the desk.
She didn't know what to say, she just stared into his eyes before he slammed there lips together, relieving the tension that lingered between them. It wasn't a soft kiss, it was aggressive, full of desire and lust.
She gripped onto his arms as he lifted her dress up.
Cassidy threw her head back, gasping and holding him tightly. He breathed into her neck, placing small kisses on her collar bone. "Micheal this isn't a good idea," she said, barely even able to speak as he continued. "Even more of a reason for us to continue," he panted, his hands either side of her jaw as he kissed her again.
She couldn't argue. She'd longed for this.
"Polly said you have secrets, Cass," he said between breaths. "That'll soon be revealed."
"No, Micheal. No secret but the fact that we both love each other dearly but can never admit that." Her nails dug into his back as she leaned her head on his shoulder as she reached her high.