A/N: Here's the last actual chapter! Enjoy!
I was surprised we made it back to the lodging house what with all of our frantic kissing. In a matter of seconds we were up the stairs and in my room, door closed, clothes starting to come off. Spot sat me down on the bed; hands gently placed at either side of my face holding me still as he passionately kissed me. When we parted he had his signature smirk on before lightly pushing me back as he started to take off my underwear. He then made his way up to my chest and fondled it while placing kisses everywhere; I moaned in response to his touch. He did this until he got down to my sweet spot and from there started alternating between sucking and nibbling. I couldn't stop myself from squirming in delight as he did this. It wasn't long until he slipped in a finger, and at that I almost lost it.
"Spot," I moaned. "I'm close." That's all it took for him to stop completely. I was quick to open my eyes wide and question why he did so but he put my curiousness at ease when he kissed me.
"Don't worry, I ain't done yet," he smirked as he positioned himself at my entrance. He slid in, slowly, and my hands wrapped around his back. Once he was fully in he started a slow back and forth rhythm, which in all honesty was driving me crazy. I'm sure he could tell what with my moans and exclamations. We finally changed positions, me on top, and I couldn't hold back any more. If it wasn't for his strong hands holding me by my waist, controlling and guiding how high and how fast I should go, I would've basically been jumping on him. I'm surprised he doesn't think me insane and crazy for how I was acting. Only he could make me feel this way.
"I'm close!" I said a little too loudly for my liking, and he held me down as I grinded against him as my high came. I was physically shaking at how forceful it was. Spot only smiled, a genuine smile this time, as he sat up and engulfed me in his arms.
"That good huh?" he said with a light laugh. I gave him a smirk as I wrapped my hands around his neck and pushed him back down against the bed.
"Your turn." I immediately went for his neck, nibbling here and there as my hands rubbed against his chest. It was music to my ears to hear him moan. I made my way down to his member and firmly, yet gently, squeezed my hand. He subtly flinched as the most innocent gasp sounded from him. Never in a million years did I ever think the Spot Conlon could sound as vulnerable as he did just now, and I fell in love with it. The fact I could make the toughest person I had ever known feel this way from my touches, it was all intoxicating; I couldn't get enough of it. I almost drove him over the edge when he made me stop. I gave him a confused look in response. Before I managed to say anything he quickly sat up, grabbed my by my elbows and flipped us over almost growling while he did it. He nipped at my neck as he entered me. His gentle roughness brought a new wave of passion into this making everything feel so much more intense. It was almost like we were both desperate for each other's touches, to explore every inch of each other's bodies. He pumped harder and faster while taking my breast in his hand. My nails clawed at his back no doubt leaving light scars. We were lost in the moment, completely enraptured by our emotions. He almost lost me, I almost lost him; he saved me, and even reunited me with my parents. Every emotion and feeling we had towards one another was being shared right now in this moment as we both neared our climaxes.
"Oh Spot," I moaned bringing him in for a kiss. We reached our high point together which made us break our kiss. There was a brief moment of quiet as our highs started to come down before our heavy panting started.
"I love you," I said out of breath. We engulfed each other in our arms and got even closer, if it was physically possible.
"I love you too," he whispered over my lips.
The morning sun broke through the window, spilling into the room. I could tell it rested on Spot's back since it wasn't waking either of us up. We were so close to each other I could feel his gentle breathing. His arm rested on my waist; limp but still strong, holding me close. A part of me didn't want last night to end. I didn't want to wake up and start the day because the remaining feelings of last night would be gone. Last night was the first night in years the both of us could go to sleep without having to worry about facing Scar and his gang. Yesterday marked the official end of the turf war violence. Now all we had to worry about was our future. What would happen next? Spot's eighteen; he most likely has one more year left with the newsies before he has to find a job. He's already too old to be selling, and his charms can only sell so many papers. And what about me? The only think I know how to do is sell papers.
Spot moved slightly while taking a deep yawn.
"What's got youse so tense this early in the mornin'?"
"How do you know I'm tense?" I asked, surprised he knew. He chuckled a little bit with his deep, husky, groggy morning voice.
"All your muscles tightened, Lucks youse is stiff as a board." He finally opened his beautiful eyes for me. "What are youse thinkin' 'bout?" I paused, looking deeply into his eyes before snuggling into his chest.
"Just thinkin' 'bout what happens next is all."
"Simple," he said as he moved his hand to rest on my shoulder. "We's go back ta sellin' papes an' livin' our lives." The silence that followed didn't feel settled. Spot then sighed as he moved his other hand to my waist so he held me close.
"After a little while I'll get a job, Brooklyn'll have a new leader. We'll find a place ta live, in Brooklyn of course, an' we'll be happy." I couldn't hide the wide smile on my face, and while he couldn't see it he could definitely feel it. We continued to lie like that until we could hear the boys downstairs start to get ready for the day.
"We's should probably get ready," I said as I started to move. He was reluctant to let me go, which was surprising. Eventually he did and before I left to get changed I gave him a quick kiss.
"Well, well," Race excitingly called out when he saw Spot and I. We had just finished selling our papers of the afternoon edition and were just walking around.
"How's it goin' Race?" Spot greeted.
"It's goin' great now that I's can sell again. Lot of the boys been sellin' more papes than before, includin' yours truly. Thought I'd test my luck over at Sheepshead."
"I don't doubt a lot of the guys have been feelin' lucky today." We all laughed together before saying our goodbyes and going our separate ways. Spot lead the way, while holding my hand, as we walked.
"He loves you, you know," he said casually. "As if you were 'is own sister." I felt comforted by his words and squeezed his hand.
"I feel the same way," I admitted. "When Danny was a newsie he was rarely ever home. Then when I met Race, and kept seeing 'im we became friends. We had been friends for a while before I told 'im 'bout Dannny, then after that he'd tell me what he knew Danny was up to."
"You knew he was a good guy huh?"
"Maybe not when I first met 'im, but he became one after he met me." Spot only smiled while lightly shaking his head and steering us down the sidewalk.
I could get used to this, I thought as we walked around. I had no idea where we were going, if we were going anywhere specific that is. We had crossed back into Brooklyn a while ago and were now aimlessly walking the sidewalk, occasionally taking a left or right here and there. We talked about little things but for the majority of the walk we were silent. I didn't care though, as long as I was with Spot we could go anywhere and I'd be completely fine with it.
"So I was thinkin'," he started. We had just turned down a street I'd never been on.
"There's never a time when youse ain't," I joked. He only smiled in response before continuing.
"I want youse to meet someone." My playful mood faltered slightly. Had he said it differently I would've been fine with it, but he was hesitant; whenever he's hesitant it means something.
"Ok," I said slowly hoping he would further explain. I also noticed that we started to slow down our walking speed.
"Look Lucks, I love you, and because of that I want you to know everythin'." I wasn't sure why I was getting so nervous all of a sudden. His whole demeanor showed that he was serious. What else has he been hiding from me? I hated to think it. He suddenly turned us left towards a house, and started up it's steps. When we got to the door he looked at me with a small smile while giving my hand a light squeeze before knocking. It didn't take long until someone answered the door, my heart pounding the whole time. I was surprised to see a woman, looking slightly older than us, maybe in her late twenties or early thirties. She had long pale brown hair and strikingly blue eyes. Just like Spot's…
"Lucks, meet my aunt Del. Aunt Del meet Lucks." As soon as the words left his mouth I froze. A million things went through my head; I didn't know Spot had any family, because he never talked about them. I can't believe he's introducing me to his aunt looking like this; had I known beforehand I would've at least dressed nicer and done my hair. If his aunt was here did that mean his mother was near, or did it mean the exact opposite? All these questions swarmed in my head in the passing seconds before her face lit up with excitement.
"Oh my," she exclaimed as she brought her hand to her chest. "Please do come in!" She was very giddy with joy as we walked in, Spot guiding me where to go.
"So this is the girl who's stolen my nephew's heart? I've heard just how much you mean to him."
"You have?" I questioned as we sat on a couch, she sat just across from us. "You talk about me?" I asked more so to Spot.
"He doesn't have to say much, I've gotten quite good at reading his emotions," she said with a proud smile. "It's just been us ever since he was a baby." I noticed Spot start to get tense.
"Well it's lovely to meet you," I started, trying to change the subject so he would relax. "I didn't know Sean had family in Brooklyn, had I known we were gonna visit you I would've thought about dressing nicer."
"Nonsense, in fact I like how you're dressed; it reminds me of home. Women here seem to not be willing to get a little down in the dirt and grime."
"Where are you from?"
"Home for me is back in Ireland…"
"You're from Ireland?" I rudely interrupted her to ask Spot. I don't know why I was so excited. Maybe just for the fact that they've travelled so far and I've never even left New York.
"I'm not from Ireland, my family is. Home for me will forever be Brooklyn," he explained.
"So you don't know how big your family is?"
"The only family I know of who lives there I don't consider to be family." And he's tense again. He got up and went somewhere in the house, the kitchen I assumed.
"Oh, I'm sorry about him, you know how he gets," she talked with a hushed voice. I could tell she wanted to tell me something but was hesitant to do so. She looked to where Spot left before rushing to take his place beside me.
"You see, his mother, my sister, was pregnant with him before we arrived here. Sean was born about a month or two after we got here; a few days after that his mother got very ill. None of us knew what to do so she stayed in the care of a doctor. When she came back she felt and looked a little better. It wasn't until Sean was around three or four until she got ill again. She was so sure she wasn't going to make it, that she went back home to be with our family," her expression became grim.
"She hasn't pass on, but letters from my brother indicate that she's been bed ridden for quite some time now."
"I'm so sorry," I didn't know what else to say, but it made me genuinely sorry. Here I was just reunited with not just my mother, but both my mother and father. She gently placed her hand on mine and gave a kind smile.
"I wanted to tell you," she said now visibly looking less sad. "Something tells me you're not going anywhere."
A/N: And here's an unofficial end to the story! By that I mean that there will be an epilogue to wrap things up and prepare the story for the sequel, which I haven't started writing yet but I'll have more info about it in the end notes of the epilogue. Hope you guys are relatively happy with the ending! I tried hard to write this chapter and update "on time" but for some reason I found it really difficult to write this one! Plus with life and college and end of semester things happening I got busy real fast but yeah.
To respond quickly to some reviews:
Newsie35- I'm glad you like the happy ending! I don't know to me in the last chapter things got really cheesy but what can I say? I hope you liked this chapter!
HogwartsNewsie92- I realized just how confusing the timeline of the last chapter must've been after I saw your review! I'm sorry if things weren't clear! To clarify, everything that happened with Scar and co. and the fight etc. etc. happened early in the morning. Idk honestly about the stab wound but I feel like Spot would be one of those people to power through anything and everything come hell or high water lol so yeah. I also wrote that chapter in fragments so that could also be why heh heh. Nonetheless I'm glad you still enjoyed it!
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