Camilla knotted and unknotted her hands as the car rumbled away from city hall. She had insisted no wedding, just simple paperwork. She had gotten her way (ofcourse), and in spite of the rules of only one member being present in the judge's chamber as witness to them signing the marriage license, all of the Shelby's showed up. Five Shelby's and her own brother.

Camilla took a deep breath. It was done. Regardless of her reservations, there was no going back down. The ink of her name was dried. She was a Shelby now.

The car pulled up to Tommy's manor… no, she had to think of it has her manor now. This was her house. Her maid, her household.

"All is well?" Tommy asked, as he fell into step next to her.

She gave a curt nod, seeing the house with fresh eyes. This would now be her permanent home. Thomas Shelby was officially and legally...her husband.

Tommy gently laid a hand on her back as he guided her through the doorway. "Come, I have a surprise for you."

She angled him a side look, "I said no celebrations. This won't be that kind of marriage."

"I know what you said." But took Camilla by the hand, and guided her towards the stables.

The sky was overcast, but thankfully no rain, in spite of the low clouds. A strange tension had snuck between them in the past three weeks. In the evenings he would sneak her long passionate kisses. Kisses she looked forward to. But always respected her request when she found some excuse to retire to her own bedroom. As the wedding day, even though it was just a signing of a contract grew close, she became hyper aware of his presence every time he was near. The scent of his aftershave, the way tension rode his shoulders, the way he clenched his jaw when he was mulling over a topic he wasn't ready to discuss, when he fell asleep, when he awoke. Every little detail about him seemed to be enhanced.

And late at night, when she lay in bed, alone, after a round of passionate kissing, she thought of other things with him. Things she had never done…

"Do you like her?" Tommy's words penetrated her thoughts.

Camilla blinked, pulling herself back to the present. Tommy was holding the lead rope to a white horse.

"Tommy," Camilla breathed. Gingerly she reached out her hand and let the horse sniff the palm. "She's beautiful." The horse tossed her head back, shaking its long white man.

Tommy gave a firm pat on the horse's neck. "I know you didn't want a celebration. But a wedding present from me at least."

She could feel the intensity of his gaze, calibrating her response. Some days she thought those blue eyes of his penetrated her soul. "I love it Tommy. Thank you." She leaned into him, rising on tiptoe, kissing him. He smelled of whisky and cigarettes and something else… like the scent the wind picked up from the wild mountains in the country. She leaned her forehead against his, "Let's go for a ride."

Frances helped them pack a lunch and they rode through the forest. The tension of city hall, the responsibility of marriage, all melting away. Out here, galloping on horseback on the rolling hills, she was free.

They took a break and spread out a blanket for lunch. Camilla stretched on her stomach, while Tommy sat next to her smoking a cigarette. He had one leg bent, his forearm propped on his knee as his blue eyes squinted into the horizon. She knew that look. "Your mind is business."

Tommy took a long drag of the cigarette. "Always on business." He turned to her. "And it will always be on business. It is who I am."

She patted his arm, "I know. I know what I married."

He slanted a glance at her. "You aren't going to tell me to stop now that we are married?"

Camilla tilted her head, "It's who you are Tommy. It's what got you here. You can't stop even if you wanted to. Your ambition is restless."

He reached over and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "People are waiting for me to fall. So they can have the crown."

"Then you'll just need to hold onto it tighter," Camilla retorted, flipping on her back. The day had grown warmer, the clouds thinning just enough for a few rays of sunlight to peek through.

Tommy traced a gloved finger over her cheekbone. "You are different Camilla Dupont."

She held up a finger, "Shelby now."

Tommy's lips pulled back into a warm smile, "Yes. Camilly Shelby."

He leaned down and kissed her. Out here, without the weight of the city, she felt more daring. She pulled him closer, arching against him. Tommy wound his hand through her hair as he shifted his weight over hers, sliding his lips down her jaw bone, to her neck, nipping her collarbone.

Camilla began to unbutton her dress.

"Out here?" he asked.

She bit the side of her lip and nodded. "There's no one out here."

"Except the horses." Tommy glanced as their horses who was crazy nearby.

She giggled, "Yes, except the horses. But I don't think they care."

He nipped the edge of her ear and helped her out of her riding gown, kidding down her collarbone. His hand slid over her breast pinching her nipple, driving a moan from her. "Tommy...this is… this is my first…"

But he cut her off, deepening his kiss, "I know," he whispered against her lips. He covered her mouth with kisses as he simultaneously continued to undress her. She shifted her thighs, yielding to his hand. And when he his thumb found her, he rubbed in slow steady circles, the ache building inside of her. "Tommy…" The pressure continued to build, her hips rising to meet the rhythm of his hand. He slipped a finger inside of her, then a second, never breaking the rhythm, commanding the pressure to continued to grow inside of her. She gripped his forearm, holding onto him like an anchor. His lips traced her neck, "Mrs. Shelby."

A foreign voice made her jump. "Oye! Who's there!"

Tommy's hand paused. He let out a curse, looking for the gun he had un-holstered and placed at the far edge of the blanket. Camilla scrambled to push down the hem of her dress from her thighs, while clutching together her unbuttoned top. Tommy reacted quickly and shrugged off his suit blazer and draped it over her.

"Who's there?" He yelled back, finding the gun and pointing it at the figure that stood twenty feet away.

The figure approached closer, "Tommy?"

Camila recognized the voice.

A muscle jumped in Tommy's jaw, as he lowered the gun. "Curly. What the hell are you the way out here?"

Curly's shoulders pulled to his ears, a happy grin on his face, "The bodies Tommy. You told me to get rid of the bodies. I did that, I'm on my way back."

Tommy sighed staring at the sky shaking his head.

A giggle erupted from Camilla. The whole situation was ridiculous. Them getting caught out in the country like this, with of all people...Curly. She elbowed Tommy, "Guess you are right, Shelby family business really does follow you everywhere."