a/n: I'm back! I know it's been forever but I've had such little inspiration for this, and I've been so busy writing for my writing class at school. That's over now, so hopefully I'll have a little more time on my hands!
I'm sorry there isn't a lot going on in this chapter...I've had a lot of it written out for a while but I didn't know how to end it. This is my first more M rated chapter in the series I think, and I'd love if you'd give me some input on your thoughts about this chapter. I know where I'm taking it after this, but this was the one chapter that was stuck in between plot points, so it's basically just some fluff for y'all.
So, long story short, have some fluff and smut and apologies in advance!
I awoke in the motel, still in Two-Bit's warm grip. My knees were curled around his, and we were on our sides. Rain still splashed against the window outside, and the lights were still out. A little clock was positioned by the faded, dusty curtains that framed the window, and it read 10am.
"Two?" I asked softly.
"Mmm?" he groaned, loosening his grip so I could roll over to face him.
"It's getting late…checkout is in an hour and we'd better get going soon." Thunder cracked from outside, and I flinched. He lazily opened his grey eyes, which were partially hidden by a tuft of rust-coloured hair.
"Do you really think we should go now?" he asked. "I mean, we could just stay in town a while longer, till the storm passes…" I thought about it, debating on whether or not we should waste the time, and thought back to the night before, smiling slightly.
"Alright, I guess that sounds good," I answered. He smiled back, and pulled me in closer, until our lips were nearly touching, and our bodies were pressed tightly together. He brushed a piece of hair off my face and behind my ear, before touching his lips to mine in a slow, sweet kiss. I closed my eyes and the kiss deepened, and he rolled over so he was propped up on his elbows. I ran a hand over one of his muscled biceps, and he pulled at the hem of his Mickey shirt, when a thought struck me.
"Two - what about Kathy?" I asked, pulling away.
"What about her?" he responded. "I told you, Baby, that I care about you. She don't mean nothin'."
"Well don'tchya think you should break up with her first?"
"I will, when we get back," he said. I opened my mouth to protest again, but shut it quickly and put a hand behind his head, pulling it closer to me again. His lips crashed into mine and I moaned, as he played with the hem of the shirt again, pulling it up to my hip and running his warm hand up my thigh. It ventured under the shirt and traced lines on my bare stomach, before it tugged at the band of my underwear.
"Two…" I trailed off, and he kept going, starting to pull them down. I grabbed his hand, and he moved to peppering kisses along my neck and collar bone. I moaned again and forgot about his hand and he went straight for my panties.
"Stop, Two," I said, frustrated, and trying to wiggle out from under him.
"Wait, Babe," he mumbled, reaching for my hips to pull me back under him. "I just want you so bad right now," he whispered.
"No, Two. I'm not ready for that kinda thing," I said more forcefully, sliding out from under him. He pulled at the blanket and rolled back over, covering himself, and rolling me off the bed, where I hit my head on the corner of the small bedside table.
"Sonofabitch!" I rubbed my head, pulling my hand away to see blood. "Great," I muttered, "just fantastic."
"What're you goin' on abou-" he started as he leaned over the edge of the bed. He sprung up and grabbed me by the elbows, pulling me up and sitting me down beside him. "Oh, God, Babydoll. I didn't mean to hurt you, honest! Are you bleeding?" I nodded and winced.
"Don't worry about it, Two," I mumbled. "I'll live. I'm just gonna go have a shower, then we'll fix up this room situation and get some food, okay?" I asked wearily. He nodded.
"Really, though, Baby, I'm so sorry-" I raised a hand to cut him off, and headed into the bathroom.
As a sort of revenge I used nearly all of the hot water, but I started to feel slightly worse. My head ached and I felt feverish and couldn't warm myself up. I stepped out of the shower and put on my dress and shoes which had dried out. I kept kicking myself for forgetting so many necessities, re-braided my hair - being careful of the spot where I'd bumped my head - and went back into the room.
"I went and asked if we could have the room for another night, and he said it was fine, so that's out of the way," Two-Bit said. I nodded and sat down gingerly on the edge of the bed. He sat next to me, putting an arm around my shoulders and kissing the top of my head. I turned to face him and he brushed another piece of hair out of my eyes and pressed his forehead to mine. I closed my eyes and tilted into another kiss, which was long and gentle. He cupped his other hand on my face, and I pressed mine to his chest. Before I knew it, he'd pinned me down on the bed again.
"You feel warm…you feelin' okay?" he asked softly. I rubbed a hand on my face wearily, and nodded.
"I'll be fine. Now come on," I urged, getting up again, "I'm starved. Let's go get some food."
The diner was small, and decent, but wasn't quite as nice as the ones back home. It lacked the excitement of the Dingo, and I missed slipping into my familiar uniform and waiting on all of the people I'd grown up with. We ordered and ate in near silence, until Two-Bit excused himself and went to the washroom. I continued eating my hash browns, and was in the middle of downing my orange juice when a familiar face walked in. They were clad in a faded blue jean jacket, with matching jeans, a plaid shirt, and black cowboy boots. On his head sat a ten gallon hat, also black, and shaded his face, making his features look more severe.
"Coffee," he said to the waitress, who nodded and smiled flirtatiously, before he spotted me and sat at my table. He took off his hat, smiling dangerously, his bruises and split lip more obvious without the shade of the hat.
"Baby," James growled. "Where's your friend?"
"I don't really think that's any of your business," I said, getting angry.
"Come on, Baby, no need to be so hostile. You sure are purdy…I'd sure love to take a girl like you out some time." His lips curled into a sly grin as he slid his hand up my thigh under the table.
"Haven't you had enough?" I growled. Just then, Two walked out toward the table, speeding up and James shot up out of his seat and headed for the door.
"You okay, Babe?" Two asked.
"Yeah, it's fine, honest. Nothing I couldn't handle." My head was heating up a lot and the room was starting to look a little fuzzy.
"Baby, are you okay?" Two-Bit asked frantically. "You're slurring and you don't look so good…" I waved him off and stood up, just before the room went black.
I woke up in the motel with an anxious Two-Bit stroking my forehead.
"Baby? Oh, Baby I'm so sorry about earlier; I made you hit your head and now you're concussed and I'm so sorry!" I laughed. Or at least, I tried to laugh, but it didn't sound as lighthearted as I'd been hoping for. His brow furrowed further.
"I'm fine, really, I-" I started to sit up an it felt like my head crashed into a brick wall. "Unng," was the noise that came from the back of my throat. He shook his head.
"This is all my fault, I shouldn't've let you come along. Darry's gonna kill me…" I put a hand on his arm to calm him, and tugged his sleeve in my direction. He took off his jacket and jeans and climbed into the bed next to me. He turned on his side to face me, and we laid curled like two C's, knees and foreheads touching. I smiled, and he grinned.
"Well, Babydoll, didya ever think you'd land such a stud?" he winked, and I laughed, a full laugh, worry and pain forgotten for the moment.
"Never in a million years, Two," I answered.
"We already got this pet name thing figured out, I s'ppose." I nodded, and he pulled my hips toward his so we were pressed tightly against each other. He smoothed down my hair, and kissed me, quickly, but not too fast, before I closed my eyes and drifted off again.
When I woke up next, I could see stars out the window, and Two-Bit was soundly sleeping next to me. I felt a smile spread across my face. Things were going to be okay, I decided. Pony and Johnny would fair with Dallas' help, and everything would go back to normal. I was a little pissed about Two trying to make a move so quickly, but lying there beside him I realized that I loved him. I wasn't sure if it was completely romantic, but there was definitely something there. I felt so safe with him, like I could tell him anything and he would always be there. Well, for the most part anyway.
I watched his chest rise and fall, until he stirred a bit and hugged me closer in his sleep. His arms were so solid around me, and he was warm. I nuzzled my head into him and he woke up.
"You okay?" he asked, voice fogged from sleep. I nodded against him and he pulled away to look at me.
"I'm gonna break up with Kathy, sincere." He looked at me, eyes set and his voice suddenly serious and level. "And, when I do…I's wondering if you'd like to be my girl." I burst out laughing.
"Two, it's like two in the morning, and I have the feeling you're sleep talking now, close your eyes."
"No," he stated, sitting up, "I'm awake, and I've been thinking about this all day. But I want your answer now; I can't wait till we get back and have you go runnin' back to Dal." I paused, biting my lip.
"Yes," I answered. "I'll be your girl, Two." He grinned, wide.
"Good, I'm glad," he answered, settling back down beside me. He pressed his warm lips to my forehead and I snuggled in closer to his broad chest.
"Do you think Kathy's gonna be mad?" I asked and Two laughed.
"I dunno, Babe. I've done my fair share of blondes during that relationship but we've never called it quits. I'm not quite sure what to expect from her." I let this sink in. I tried not to let paranoia sink in and tried to assure myself that everything would end well there.
The next morning the rain was worse than it had been the past two days. Two-Bit was still sleeping soundly, so I got up and shimmied into my dress. I scribbled out a note and left it on the pillow, before ducking out into the downpour and heading to the diner for a cup of coffee. I sat on a stool at the bar and ordered, people watching while I waited. There were a few couples in the diner and they all were smiling and laughing and sitting too close together. I smiled and picked up the coffee the waitress had now brought.
"Man, Baby, you sure had me scared yesterday," Two said, startling me as he wrapped an arm around my waist and took the stool next to me. I smiled.
"Guess we're stuck here again today, huh?" I asked. He nodded.
"Well, if we really are stuck again we'd might as well make the most of it. Whatdya say we hit up a liquor store, grab a mickey and then watch a little Mickey?" I quipped.
"Sounds like a plan," he answered. He waited for me to finish my coffee and then we strolled around holding hands outside in the portions of the sidewalk that were under cover, and then ran laughing when we were soaked from the storm.
"This dress is gonna be ruined by the time I get home," I remarked.
"Here," Two offered. "Take this. It ain't much but I'm sure you can find something that'll last you till we get home," and he handed me a wrinkled ten dollar bill.
"Aww, it's fine, really," I protested but he shoved it at me.
"I'll just go lift the booze. Meet back here in twenty."
I walked alone into a small clothing store and browsed for a few minutes. I settled on a few more dresses, as well as some more underwear. While I was in the dressing room trying on the new clothes, I looked at myself in a new light. My slight frame was cream coloured and smooth, a slight nip at my sides for hips, small but noticeable breasts; slender legs and thin arms. I wondered what Two thought of my body, and realized that if I was spending the nights in the same bed as him I should really get something proper for sleeping in. I settled on a nicer pair of panties and a short but decent night gown. I thought about Two's reaction to my new sleepwear and blushed a little when I found myself thinking back to the previous morning, and to his reaction to my wearing his t-shirt. I wondered if this ensemble would lead me in the same direction, but shrugged it off and paid for everything.
We sat on the floor of the motel room, two paper cups filled with vodka between us, cartoons on the tv, and me still in my rain-soaked dress. Two had stripped down to boxers.
"How about a little game?" he asked with a wink. I giggled.
"And what would that be?"
"Well, how about a good ol' round of Never Have I Ever?" I thought about it and agreed.
"Okay, you first," he said.
"Hmmmm….Never have I ever kissed a girl," I said wickedly, and he drank.
"Never have I ever kissed Dallas."
"That isn't entirely true, Two, my dear," I answered. "There was that one New Years Eve when Kathy was out of town and we were all at my house and you were awfully drunk an-"
"Okay, okay, that's enough," Two responded, reluctantly drinking with me.
"Never have I ever failed a class." He drank again.
"Never have I ever done the dirty with a hood." Neither of us drank.
"Never have I ever gone past first base." I looked up at him expectedly, waiting for him to drink his share.
"Really, Babe? I find that awfully hard to believe." I sat there, still waiting for him, when instead he leaned in toward me. He pulled me into his lap, so I was straddling him. He smiled a little impishly, before kissing me slow and softly. I licked his lips lightly, and he met my tongue with a slow and sweet rhythm. We kept up a moderate pace, forcing ourselves to hold back, before he started to move his lips to my neck, sucking on the soft spot beneath my ear.
"Mmm," I said, smiling. "Hold on one second - I'm gonna get out of this dress and then we'll continue."
"I could help you with that," he winked, as I got up and headed to the bathroom. I laughed, shutting the door. I feverishly pulled off the wet dress and slid on my new night gown and panties and looked at myself in the mirror. I placed my hands on the sides of the sink.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" I asked myself, staring my reflection down. Without a proper answer, I opened the door. Two-Bit had been waiting expectantly on the other side.
"Wow, Babe…" he trailed off, looking my shirt up and down. I felt a blush creep up my neck. He snaked his hand around the back of my neck, and placed the other just above my butt. He pulled me close and then pulled me up so that my legs were wrapped around his waist. I could feel him growing against me as he carried me to the bed. He laid me gently in the middle, kissing me slowly but with passion. His tongue danced with mine and his hand found it's way under my night gown and to my right breast. He looked at me and I nodded and continued kissing him. He cupped my breast and I felt my nipple harden. He massaged it and I kissed him harder until he pulled away with a grin that would make the devil look saintly.
"Guess we'd better drink now," he said. I practically growled at him as I grabbed my paper cup and took a swig.
"Never have I ever been to second base," he said, his eyes twinkling. I pulled his face back to mine, crashing my lips into his, his form settling over mine, and he brought his hand to the top of my new panties, his fingers waiting hesitantly at the hem for my approval. I nodded into another kiss as he pulled them down to my knees, his hand caressing my inner thigh. His hand brushed the sensitive skin between my legs and I gasped. He started to pull his hand away and apologize but I shook my head, guiding his hand back.
He started rubbing, quickening his speed and I moaned, kissing him harder and inhaling sharply when his fingers met my opening. He pushed them in gradually, until he was knuckle deep, and he began sliding them in and out. Noises came from the back of my throat that I'd never heard before, and as he curved his fingers and hit a soft spot my toes curled and a wave of heat rushed through me. I panted for air as he slid his fingers back out and grinned.
He passed me my cup and I drank. I looked to his boxers, but he was already drinking. I bit my lip, but I crawled to his form and tugged at his underwear.
"Babe-"
"Just 'cause you've already ran the bases doesn't mean you can't run 'em again, right?" I asked, pulling them down and finding myself startled at the sight before me.
"Is there something wrong?" he asked.
"Just…bigger than I'd expected before…I umm…don't really know what I'm doing either," I laughed sheepishly. He laughed too, and took my hand in his, guiding it to him, showing me what to do. I stroked and rubbed while we kissed until he told me to stop. Then he drank. I looked at my cup, and then back at Two. I gulped and took a swig.
"Never have I ever gone all the way." He studied me for a moment.
"You sure?" he asked.
I nodded.
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