The Peaky Designer - Cillian Fanfic, Chapter 2
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I will not be including Cillian’s family as it’s kinda weird since he has children lmao. Just a mention of his parents and a previous lover.
I will indicate in a chapter if there is smut in the beginning and before the actual scene!!
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There is a variety of levels of swearing during a chapter, I will not hold back, everyone swears.
The timestamp for the Fic is now 2016 and onwards!!
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Background: Gabrijela Babic is a Croatian girl from Sydney, Australia. She is born in the year 1991 on the 24th of December. She studies a Fashion degree in a University with a major in Game Design as well. Her teacher in the fashion designer class managed to nail an Internship on the set of Peaky Blinders with the shows very own Costume Designer, Allison McCosh. There, she travels to London for under a year to learn how to be one, working alongside the actors as well the man she admires, Cillian Murphy. But, her platonic feelings for the man begins to grow into something more, and she wonders whether she should pursue them or let him go for fear of her strict parents and her three older brothers…
Characters:
Swantje Paulina as Gabrijela Babic (swalina on Instagram)
Cillian Murphy
Word Count: 5,265
!!Warnings!!: Small scene of sexual harassment after Gab leaves to go to the toilet when shes at the pub.
Date: March 2016
Chapter Name: Dinner and a Gig
Brief Chapter Outline: Second day in, Gabrijela spends the afternoon with Cillian, getting to know each other better before he treats her to a lovely dinner and then to a gig of a local band Cillian attends for a buddy of his...
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The theme song of Game of Thrones blared in some faraway land. Gabrijela was sound asleep, wearing nothing but a singlet and lacy panties.
She let out a sound when it finally stopped but it wasn't long when it started up again. She finally rolled on to her back and grabbed her phone on the bedside table. She hadn’t made it under the covers last night, she simply collapsed on top and fell asleep after she had dinner and wrote in her diary and updating her family again.
“What?” She groaned, answering the phone.
“Its Cillian,” the Irish accent made her skin prick and she sat up.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to sound so rude.” She rubbed her eyes.
“No worries. Did I wake you up?” He asked, there was a smile in his tone.
“Noooo, I was getting up anyway. Let me open the door and you can come up.” She got up and pressed the button which unlocks the main door. “My door is unlocked so just come in.” She said.
“See you then,” and he hung up.
She was still groggy and sleepy as she rubbed her eyes again and knelt on the floor. She pulled out the drawers under the bed and looked for an outfit for today. It had rained overnight and it still was, it was cold.
Cillian walked in, “I hope you have this locked when you--” He stopped when he saw Gabrijela on the floor, “Oh! Gab!” He covered his eyes, a slight blush spreading across his cheeks.
“Yeah? Oh right,” She laughed and grabbed a pair of blue jeans and a white knitted halter neck sweater. “Sorry. I forgot.” She scurried into the bathroom. “If you want tea or coffee, just boil the water.” She called out as she changed.
“Sure. Did you want tea?” He asked.
“Yeah! Just black tea with honey.” She said. She brushed her long, blond hair and braid it back. She washed her face and applied makeup, she looked dead and had bags under her eyes. So not a good look, she thought, making a face in the mirror.
“It’s midday, by the way,” Cillian said after a bit.
“Whoops.” She smiled as she came out. She looked fresher and felt fresher.
Cillian was dressed quite casual, black jeans with boots, a white shirt and a denim jacket. The harsh haircut made it seem so at odds, she smiled more at the thought.
“What are you smiling about? Tea is ready.” He handed her the spotty cup.
She took it, “The way you're dressed, and that haircut. So strange. But definitely not in a bad way.” She quickly said.
“You’re not the first one to say that.” He laughed, drinking his tea.
“Oh? I hope it didn't offend you.” Her brows rose.
“No, no. I just don't prefer to talk about work or much about my acting.” He admitted, taking a seat on the couch.
"Oh okay, that's fine." She said as she came over and sat beside him, facing him.
"So, it's really midday huh?" She played with the end of her braid.
"Yeah." He showed her the time on his iPhone, "I knew you'd fallen asleep and wake up later."
"Oh yeah, not because I had said I hadn't slept on the plane." She stuck up her nose, drinking her tea.
"Definitely not because of that." He agreed, that same cheeky smile returned on his handsome face.
It was so easy to play around with him despite meeting him just a little over twenty-four hours. She loved the playfulness, and always would be drawn to people who were able to tag along.
"I think we should head off, nighttime falls quickly here so I want to use as much of the day as possible," Cillian said as he finished his tea.
"Yeah, alright." Gabrijela got up and he cleaned up the cups while she pulled on her suede cream jacket.
Boots on, she grabbed her bag and her phone, and together they headed out. She locked up and down the stairs, they went.
They took the walk down the road together, a cool wind made her pull her jacket closer. It had stopped raining by now.
"In the coming months, it's going to rain like, almost every day," Cillian said, his hands in his jacket pockets.
"Well, lucky for me I brought my winter stuff. I'll have to buy an umbrella that's all." She said.
"Yeah, that's much needed. Always have one on hand to." Cillian nodded.
"Thanks for the tip. I'll keep that in mind." She paused and took some photos of the area, "So pretty." She whispered as she checks her phone.
"Can I see?" He peered over her shoulder.
She showed him the photos, "I love taking photos. I brought my Canon camera with me, kinda an amateur photographer." She said shyly.
"Huh, you might need to show me sometime. I saw a photo there, sorry to pry... Is that your family?"
She flicked back on her phone to show him a group photo on a birthday a month back. It showed her parents, her three older brothers with their wives and their kids.
"I'm an aunty to five kids." Gabrijela grinned, "This is Ante and his wife Louise and their five-year-old son, Caleb, and three-year-old daughter, Sasha. Ante is the eldest, then the middle boy is Dominik with his wife, Leah and their one-year-old son, Luca. And the youngest boy, Leo and his wife Tatiana and their one-year-old daughter, Tijana."
"Wow, you got a big family. Names are fancy, what nationality are you?" He asked as they continued to walk.
"Croatia. Both parents born there and as well as my brothers and myself. We lived there till the year two thousand and one before we all moved to Brisbane until two thousand and ten then moved to Sydney since my Dad had to move for his work." She explained.
"Huh, that's a big move. Did your brothers meet their wives in Croatia or...?" He was curious and fascinated.
"Ante met Louise in Croatia, they dated forever until they married about eight years ago. Dominik and Leo found their girlies in Sydney." She told him, then continued, "Dom married four years ago and Leo three years ago."
"And you are the only girl, yeah?" Cillian asked they paused at a set of lights.
"Yep. The baby of the family, it's tough." She said a little tentatively.
"How'd the parents feel about you coming here?" He noticed she didn't really want to elaborate on that subject.
"Not happy. But I'm hoping it's only fear for me being here by myself rather than their eternal disappointment in me." She said with a trace of bitterness to her tone.
Cillian looked over at her, seeing the cloudy look she had on her freckled face. He nodded, "But you look out for yourself, you do what you enjoy. Life is short, and you shouldn't let the opinions of others bring you down." He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah. I know that" She looked up at him, "But, my whole life felt like I just kept disappointing them no matter what I tried to do. They didn't, especially my mum, want me to pursue a fashion designer career. More with business and that crap. That's not me. I want to create, make things, design. That's why I've also picked up a major in game design." She gulped as they walked across the road, they came to a shopping strip after the walk.
"Come on, this doesn't seem to be a happy subject. Look, there's a lot of boutiques here, a lot of famous people had once wandered the streets here." He said, changing the subject for her.
She was grateful for the change and walked along the strip, looking through the windows.
As they walked, he pointed out things of interest for her. She took photos of the buildings or the interesting architecture and even got him to snap a photo of her next to the red phone box.
She wanted to ask him to join but thought otherwise, feeling a little embarrassed to ask.
She weaved in and out of stores and he happily tagged along inside, not minding the feminine clothing that surrounded him. He even went as so far picking things out for her and they had a good laugh when she politely said it wasn't her style.
After she bought some stuff and even snuck in lingerie or two, they headed towards Buckingham Palace and the park nearby.
It began to rain once they reached there, and using her brand new umbrella they huddled very close under it as it was quite small.
She giggled as they paused under a large tree, "So much for coming this far." She said.
"You never know with London weather." He said, grinning.
He smelled really good, like cinnamon and a hint of wood fire and luxury.
They stood under the tree, and he had moved an arm around her to make more space for them both.
She leaned into his body a little, his warmth transferred to her and she thanked him mentally for it.
The rain let up, sprinkling now. "Should we go get coffee instead of standing here?" She asked in a timid voice.
"That might be a good idea. I know one just around the block."
They hurried across the road together, dodging puddles and mud. They scurried into the little coffee shop where she ordered an almond cappuccino and he had a black coffee.
There wasn't any space in the shop so they stood outside under the awning, shoulder to shoulder, clutching their take away cups.
Gabrijela giggled softly, she was cold but the warmth of the cup made it sort of bearable.
Once they drank that, they came to the edge of the road but a car drove way to fast.
Water splashed everywhere on them both, Gab taking the brunt of it. They turned to each other and looked at each other, then burst out into laughter.
"Oh my god," She whined but had a big grin, "We definitely have to head home." She said.
"Indeed! Before we catch a cold." He hailed a taxi and they got in with the bags that were still dry. "At least I got a new shirt in here, I can put that on." He mused.
"Lucky. I'll have to get this all cleaned up." She pouted. "I love this jumper."
They arrived back to her apartment and they headed inside. She set her bags on the bed and went through the dresser to find some fresh set of clothing for tonight.
"May I pick you up around six instead?" He asked.
"Sure, but that leaves us one hour to get ready now. You might as well stay." She said as she held her clothing in her arms.
"I know. But I'll head home quickly, change and come right back." He said, she noted the slight nerves in his posture, especially in his eyes. Why was he nervous?
"Okay. I'll be ready by then." She said.
He departed and she had a shower, reapplied her makeup and pulled on her new outfit for tonight. It was a black, blue and red checkered mini skirt with a white button-up blouse and a red coat that came just to her knees. She had thigh-high boots and left out her wavy hair.
The bell rang and she let him up again, unlocking the door and he stepped in.
Cillian was dressed very well. Black jeans with a nice pair of loafers, a white button-up shirt that was tucked in with a casual suit jacket on top. His cologne was rich and smelled good.
She beamed, she spotted purple socks he wore, "Flashy." She mused, "You look good. And you smell just as nice."
He looked at her, eyes darting up and down and his expression was bright and cheery, "You look... lovely." He said with almost a stutter as if he couldn't find the right words. That small intimate smile returned.
She bit her lip and looked away, her cheeks heating, "Thank you." Her stomach was doing flips but in a good way. This man was really seeping into her heart, intoxicating her with his lovely smiles and cute accent.
"Should we go? I-I'm ready." Gabrijela said she picked up her crossbody bag.
"Lets." He held the door open for her, and place his hand on the small of her back as he guided her out.
The pair left the building and drove off somewhere else in London. The area was named Covent Garden, he found some restaurant called the Ivy Market Grill.
It had stopped raining thankfully, as Cillian had to park quite far from the place. "The only problem here is the shit parking." He cursed as he found a spot and parked.
"So I've heard." She said as she got out of the car. "So why here?" She asked him as they walked along the footpath.
"Its a bit pricey but the food is good, or so my friends have told me." He said, "Atmosphere is nice, comfy. The whole place is designed almost authentically, too. Wanted to bring you to a place which makes authentic food." He explained.
"Okay. Sounds lovely." Gabrijela was eager to try some good food, she loved her food, and if it was local, even better.
They arrived at the restaurant, and once inside she felt like she was taken back some decades. It was mostly brown, green, rust and cream colours, mixed with odd patterns and round lights. There was a large bar and the place was almost packed.
Cillian spoke to a waiter and they were taken upstairs to the terrace, which was covered and was seated next to the railing that overlooked the piazza below.
"It's really nice." She nodded, it was cosy and light, especially upstairs.
"It is, it is. I hope the food is just as good." He said.
The waiter came by after a bit and Cillian ordered a glass of red wine, she did the same, she liked red.
"You're a red girl, huh?" Cillian sat back in the chair. He ordered a bottle instead.
"Yeah, I don't mind it. I like having it with dinner mostly. White... Hmm, I like Moscato, I'm a sweet person. When I go out though with my friends, its either vodka or tequila, or a mix of both and various other killing kinda spirit." She laughed softly.
"That's alright, at least you like a wide range of drinks. I stick to my red wines or some good local ale." He replied, "You said you go out? Where to?"
"Uh, well in Sydney, mostly night clubs or do a classic pub run with my best friend and her mate. I'm a single gal, so I'm hoping to find a man who is willing to uh, date me or something. I get dates but uh... It ends up in bed and no more after that." She blushed a little.
"Really? You seem like a really smart and talented girl. Who wouldn't want to date you?" He asked, clearly shocked with his raised brows.
The bottle came and the waiter poured them a glass each, she took a sip of hers, "I guess Sydney boys don't like a smart girl. Only for a good fuck for a couple of times." She sighed, "I'm over that, those friends with benefits. I'm twenty-five, and most of my friends are getting married soon, three of them are next year. One already has two kids." She twirled the glass on the table, "Guys I meet are immature, or like I said want to just get laid, they don't want anything serious. I want something serious. But it seems like a turn-off." She whispered.
"Well, if you want my honest opinion, I don't think its a turn-off. It's nice to hear a girl like you who wants something for herself. You want kids eventually?" She nodded, "Marriage?" She nodded again. "I can say the same for myself."
She almost choked on her drink, "Ah, yeah. Yeah." She hastily wiped her mouth.
"I-I mean, not with you- I-I mean unless- Ah- Fuck, sorry. Fuck." He let out a nervous and embarrassing laugh.
"It's okay." She laughed, reaching over suddenly and took his hand, squeezing it. "No offence." She winked at him and it seemed to calm him down.
A waiter came over finally and took their orders. It seemed to calm the air between them. Whatever it was. Her heart had skipped a beat when he spoked about how her needs and wants wasn't a turn-off. Was that a turn-on for him? She kicked herself mentally for thinking such an absurd thing. He was so way out of her league, and her parents would definitely not approve.
Besides, she was here on an internship, not to find a guy.
But she looked up and met those pretty baby blue eyes, and she could see something appear in them. Something.
"So," she finally said after some seconds that passed once the waiter left, "Music. You were in a band. What do you like to listen to?"
"Uhm, just to name a few, Daft Punk occasionally, Blur, or Nils Frahm when I need something to chill out to." He said. "I got some old records that I still listen to, helps me get into a good mindset when I need to act."
"Cool. I'm pretty easy, I listen to whatever sounds good I guess? I love a bit of everything except like heavy metal or country. If you check out my Spotify its a mixture of music, old classic pop and rock, or today's music. Even got a Croatian playlist too." She shrugged.
"Top favourite band?" He asked, "Or two."
She thought for a bit, "Imagine Dragons and... Fuck, I don't know. I love a lot of bands. My top song is Live it Up by Mental As Anything and Born to Be Yours by Imagine Dragons. Even Radioactive, god, I could put that on so loud and I'd be so far away from this world." She sighed, smiling.
"In what way?" Curiosity laced his voice.
"I read a lot of fantasy books, young adult, paranormal romance. I like to envision myself in those worlds as the heroine, fighting monsters and... stuff like that." She blushed. "I daydream a lot, writing is another thing I do. Whenever I get the chance."
"Brilliance of a creative person, so music helps you dream?" He seemed very intrigued, fascinated. And truly interested in what she had to say.
So she continued, surprisingly, "Yeah. Sometimes the lyrics don't need to help me, but mostly the tune. So, like alternative, indie rock. I like that stuff, gets my mind rolling." She said, her eyes glittering with joy. He didn't seem afraid either, he spoke wildly and passionately about how music also affected him in ways that let him experience highs and lows.
When their food came, it didn't stop their conversation. They chatted about music, about the changes in genres and all that.
It connected them very well, and she felt so unafraid for the first time to open up about her likes. She was over the moon that he didn't judge her, he asked questions, genuine questions of herself.
Even went into their dislikes, and they clicked through that.
Their dinner was over and he was quick to pay despite her trying to offer money.
"Keep it," He said as they walked out of the restaurant. He held her coat and helped her put it on. "Buy something for yourself. Tonight is on me." He kept his arm around her shoulders as he guided her down the street.
"Where we going now?" She asked, sliding an arm around his waist. It was more comfortable to walk like that, not because she wanted to. Or maybe she did.
"There's a pub here that has live music. Alternative rock. Haven't heard of the band before but thought it would be fun to go." He said as the pub neared.
There was a shit ton of people, they all piled outside and drinking. Music spilled out in the night. It was a very good beat.
"Ladies first." He said and gestured with a hand for her to go first. She did, and his hand found that spot on her back.
Once inside the pub, it was fairly large and people were seated in booths or tables or gathered around the bar.
She saw a bunch of people wave from a booth, "There. Come on." He took her arm instead and they pushed through the throng of people.
"Hey, mate! Glad you could come!" A man rose up from the booth, shaking hands with Cillian. "Oh man, my friend is so stoked you could be here tonight. It means so much." The guy was grinning wide.
Cillian smiled, "Yeah, man. No worries. You talked him up so much, so he better be good." He teased.
"Definitely! Ah, and who's this pretty lady?" The man turned to Gabrijela.
She could see him and his buddies were a little tipsy but she gave them a lovely smile either way. "Hi," She shook hands.
"Gabrijela, she's come all the way from Sydney! To work with me and the rest of the cast." Cillian explained.
"Oh! Lucky girl. I'm Joel by the way. Don't worry, Cillian 'ere is a fantastic man. He'll look after you splendid." Joel winked at her, picking up the subtle hint.
She frowned a little but she was ushered to sit. She sat at the end opposite Cillian to some other man whose name was Lawrence.
"I'm gonna get drinks, what do you want?" Cillian asked her as he knelt beside her.
"Surprise me." She leaned in to speak into his ear.
He nodded and stood up and disappeared in the crowd.
"So," Joel leaned on the table, "How long are you stayin' in London?"
"About a year. It's the length of my Internship with a month of free time in December." She explained.
"Oh yeah? Neat. How you feeling? Are you by yourself?" Lawrence jumped into the conversation. He was uncomfortably close to her, especially his hand.
"Uh... I'm feeling okay. Nervous." She said, not answering his last question. The situation made her on edge. She had been in this scene before. Cillian, she thought, where the fuck are you?
"You looking for something here?" Leo hummed, giving her a once over.
"No." She said, standing her ground. "I'm here for my studies. Nothing more." She gave him a pointed look.
"I'm just asking, Miss. Usually, you girls are after more than just a job. I work for a taxi company that--"
"Listen here, mate." She leaned over, slapping the business card out of his hand. She knew what kinda taxi driver this sick prick was, "I'm not here to fuck with men or women. I'm here to work, to get experience in a fashion career. And you fucker give me shit like this? You're sick." She spat.
She'd walk, but Cillian had come over looking cheery as always. He looked at Gabrijela, seeing her posture of her crossed legs and arms.
"Hey, we good here?" He asked as he set the wine glass in front of her and one for himself, and two beer glasses in front of his friends.
"Yeah, mate. It's fine. Hey look they're about to get on stage." Joel nodded to the band setting up now after the first one finished.
As the band fixed their gear, she felt a nudge under the table. She looked and Cillian mouth 'Are you okay?'
She nodded, giving him a smile but it didn't reach her eyes. Cillian frowned sitting back before Joel sucked him into a conversation.
Lawrence on the other hand, wanted to talk to her, "Is this your first time overseas?"
"No," She said blandly, sipping her wine as she faced the rugged man.
"Where did you go? If this isn't your first time." Lawrence continued.
"Europe with family. I'm here-" She stopped herself.
"By yourself? That's brave." He purred.
Fuck.
"Yeah. Very." She looked away, the band began to play.
The night went on and Lawrence seemed to leave her alone and she began to feel a little better. The boys talked about work and whatever, and she listened to the band playing.
They were pretty good and she bopped to it, even taped some of it as a memory.
Then she spotted a photo booth, and a smile broke out, "Cillian." She said, bringing his attention to her. "There's a photo booth. Can we go to it?" She asked.
"With me?" He asked.
"Yeah, I love those things." She stood, holding out her hand for him.
"Alright. We'll be back." He said to Joel and Lawrence.
The pair went to the photo booth, and she paid for it. They took six photos together, silly poses and some serious or smiling ones. They looked at the photos and both laughed, there was one for her and one for him.
"I'm gonna cherish this." She said to him, hugging him suddenly.
He was taken aback but hugged her back, "Same here." He said.
"I'm gonna head to the ladies room, I'll be right back." She said to him and pulled away to go to the toilet.
Cillian returned to the table, tucking the photo into his pocket, "Where'd your girlie go?" Joel asked.
"Ladies room," Cillian replied lightly before they went back to the conversation.
Lawrence took a moment before he got up and went towards the toilet.
Gabrijela was just walking out when she ran right into Lawrence.
"Woah!" He gripped her arms.
"Let go." She growled and pushed his arms away.
"Damn girl. You are a feisty one." He smirked, cornering her.
"You fucker. Let me through." She tried to get past him but he had her pinned.
"Why you acting like this? Shouldn't you be happy? Getting the attention yeah?" He purred. His breath reeked.
"Get off me!" She cried, but the music was so loud, and the area was dark that no one really paid attention.
"Come on girl, I know you like this-"
No. She definitely wasn't. Before his hands could yank up her skirt or jumper, she brought her knee between his legs.
He gasped and fell to his knees, clutching himself.
Gabrijela picked up her bag and tried to fix her jumper, tears began to fall down as she rushed through the crowd.
When she reached the table she grabbed her unfinished wine and threw it on Joel.
"Fuck you." She snapped, "How dare you. How dare you!"
Cillian shot to his feet, "Hey! What's wrong? Gab?" He grabbed her arms.
"Let me go!" She shook herself free from him. "That old pervert sent his cocksucker on me! He had his hands on me!" She was infuriated, humiliated in a way and frightened.
She turned from Cillian and pushed through the crowd, and stumbled out of the pub as tears fell down her cheeks more freely now.
She stormed down the street, she needed to get home, have a shower.
"Gabrijela!" She could hear Cillian's voice call for her. "Gab! Wait!"
He caught up to her and got her to stop by standing in front of her, "Gab, hey. Look at me, hey." His voice was gentle and soft.
She couldn't look up, but his fingers took her chin and he tilted her face up, "What happened? Talk to me," He was seriously concerned and worried.
She sniffled, she explained what happened and had clung to his arms. "I-I'm sorry I-"
"No. You're not at fault. I'm sorry, I should've picked it up sooner. God, I'm so sorry," He pulled her into his body, and she wrapped her arms around him.
He stroked her back slowly and she found it comforting. "Let's go home, yeah?"
"Yeah." She nodded and pulled away slightly. He kept his arm around her shoulder as they walked back to the car.
He put on some gentle music and it eased her all the way back to the apartment.
They silently walked up the stairs and he came in with her. She sat on her bed, sighing heavily. She tried to take off her boots but she couldn't.
"Let me help." He came over and knelt in front of her. His fingers brushed her skin and watched him closely as he peeled off her boots. He set them aside and then helped her out of her jacket and hung it up for her.
She flopped back on the bed, eyes shut.
"Will you be okay? By yourself?" He asked her as he sat beside her.
"I..." She opened her eyes, looking at him. Her heart melted at the sight. She didn't think she ever saw a man so worried like he did right there. She smiled a little, "I... Stay. Please." she sat up slowly, leaning closer to him.
"Okay. I'll sleep on the couch-"
"No. Could..." she sucked in a breath, "Hold me? Please? U-Unless that's too much since we-"
"Of course. Doesn't bother me." He reached up and brushed a knuckle along her cheekbone. "Get changed into something more comfortable though." He added.
She nodded and got off the bed, she grabbed her singlet and the silky booty shorts she had and changed in the bathroom. She cleaned up her face and combed her hair before she stepped out.
Cillian had kicked off his shoes and his jacket and was simply in his shirt and his boxers.
"Someone's comfortable." She said with a smile.
"Ah, I mean- I can put my jeans-" He stuttered and reached for them.
"No," she rushed to him, taking his hands, "No, I was only kidding. It's fine."
"I'm wearing underwear under them." He offered.
She snorted, and then laughed, "It's fine. Really. Do I look any better?" She huffed.
He looked her up and down quickly and his cheeks went a shade of pink. He didn't answer her.
He got into the bed first and she went to the other side.
Once they were in and comfortable, he held open his arm, "Come here." He said softly.
She accepted the offer and rolled into his side, her hand resting on his chest, her head on his shoulder.
His arm came around her, his other arm was bent under his head.
"I'm sorry for tonight how it ended. I had hoped it went better." Cillian said softly.
"It's okay, Cilly. Dinner was wonderful, made perfect because of you." She looked up at him. "I will remember that most."
He looked at her, and sighed softly, "Okay, but I will make it up to you."
"Don't-"
"Shush," He said and she raised a brow, "I want to okay? Please. This was on me, and I should've been more aware."
It was her turn to sigh, but she gave in, "Okay. Okay. Make it up to me." She whispered.
They held each other gaze before he blinked and laid his head back, "Get some sleep. Tomorrow... who knows. We'll see." He said.
She nodded and shifted a little, her leg brushed along his. "Goodnight." She murmured.
"Goodnight." He replied he pressed a kiss to her head. His fingers slowly moved up and down her side, it made her body relax.
She listened to his heartbeat, letting it lull her into a dreamless sleep. Cillian held her the whole time, even after he fell asleep.
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