Arthur hummed, as he pushed his sweat soaked hair away from his face. The feeling of contentment, happiness and blissful exhaustion, overwhelming him, as he pulled (Y/n) to his side. The oldest of the Shelby brothers forgetting all about what had happened during the day, all the stresses and annoyances that he had had to face. Stresses and annoyances that had tried his already fragile, quick to ignite temper, more than just a little. Yet as soon as he had walked through the door to their home; as soon as he had seen her smiling at him, he had pushed all the bad thoughts to the back of his mind and made his way into her waiting, open arms. Burying his head into the crook of her neck, as she ran her fingers through his hair and left little kisses across his skin. And then, when she had taken his hand and led him to the bedroom, his wife slowly removing all his clothes, before following with her own; the cares of the day, had been completely washed away. His only concern, her body; the feeling of her around him, as they took one another to that ultimate moment, when they would both achieve that high that they gave one another.

If anyone were to be asked, they would probably say that Arthur and (Y/n) were an odd pair. Arthur was a child born into a Romani and Irish Traveller family. A boy that had anger issues even at a young age, getting himself into more fights than anyone really knew. And then.......then there had been the war. His years as a sapper, years of seeing nothing but horror and death, had done little more but wreak havoc on his already fragile mental state; and had sent him on a downward spiral into drink, drugs on his return to England. But then, when the family had thought that he would either kill himself through his excesses, or because of one of his violent outbursts; (Y/n) had appeared. The velvet glove to Arthur's iron fist.

(Y/n) came from what would be called, a respectable family. An educated woman, that had been a translator during the war. A woman that had the most kind and caring nature that any of the Shelby family had ever known. And from the first moment that she and Arthur had met, it was obvious that she was exactly what the oldest Shelby needed. Her soft touches and gentle voice able to soothe even Arthur's worst moments. She the one he would turn to, when his body, mind and soul had threatened to break. The glue that kept him together. No one surprised when Arthur had asked her to marry him; no one surprised when she had said, yes. (Y/n), the softness, the love, the velvet glove that the turbulent Shelby had always been looking for and needed.

"Do you want to talk about it..........?" (Y/n) asked, as she lay her head on his naked chest and absentmindedly drew patterns on his skin.

"I know that you like to keep me away from everything, that you don't want to tell me about business; but you know you can tell me anything, right? That I will help if I can.........." She continued, as she lifted up her head and looked at him. Arthur knowing that he had never doubted that; never doubted that she would do all she could to protect and care for him. But as much as he would like to rant and rave about what had happened during the day, for her to sit there and listen to him; what he needed more from her than that, were moments like this. Moments when her arms held him close, and he felt like the safest man in the world. Moments when he felt like no one, and nothing could harm him. This why he loved her more than he ever thought he could possibly love anyone. This why he knew that he could not live without her. Arthur never wanting her to have anything to do with the family business, as the thought of losing her because of it, was more than he could stand.

"I know, luv. But it don't matter now. Whatever happened, ya fixed it." Arthur told her, with a smug smirk on his face. (Y/n) chuckling at him, as she swatted his arm jokingly. Her laugh only getting louder, as her husband pretended that she had hurt him.

"I luv ya, darlin..........promise me you'll never leave me......." Arthur continued; his mode becoming serious, as he placed his hand on her cheek. (Y/n) pushing herself up, so that she could place a kiss to his lips.

"I love you too, Arthur. So, so, much. And of course I will never leave you.....you're my Arthur, my one and only; don't ever think like that." (Y/n) assured, as she rested her forehead against his. The two sitting there in a comfortable silence, just enjoying being together. Enjoying the safely and love that they each offered the other. The moment being broken, as Arthur suddenly turned her onto the mattress and nestled himself back between her legs. The room filling with the sound of (Y/n) laughing, as Arthur's lips attacked her bare flesh; squealing, as his rough fingers found her ticklish skin. Both of them knowing where this would lead; both of them knowing that the night was far from over. (Y/n) already able to feel his newly stiff cock brush up and down the inside of her thigh, as she squirmed underneath him. Her own body reacting once again, as Arthur gripped her wrists and raised both of her arms above her head, as his lips found their way to her heaving bosom. A needy moan coming from deep inside her, as his teeth grazed over her pert nipples. The pair of them inhaling deeply as Arthur pushed himself inside her; her arousal already soaking the dark hair that surrounded his throbbing cock. The world around them, the world outside, no longer a care, no longer existing. It just them, just Arthur and (Y/n). Just the iron fist and his velvet glove.