The boy stood over Spit Fire nervously. The moonlight filtered into the room, illuminating her face, highlighting her features to near perfection. The boy wondered if he should take the risk of being with her tonight. He could get caught much easier tonight, having no allies in the sky tonight to hold back the moon. He stood shifting his weight back and forth on each foot for a few moments. He never remembered once in his life being nervous about anything so trivial.
Feeling a presence above her, Spit Fire opened her eyes to see the vision she'd been waiting for that night. She smiled up at him and rolled over onto her stomach to look at him more clearly. He stood just out of the moonlight; just so not all of his features were clearly visible. The boy smiled, realizing it was too late to go back to bed now. She might follow him. He walked around to the side of her bunk and knelt down kissing her, not with the empty passion as so many times before, but with a sense of feeling and warmth. Spit Fire was taken by surprise and melted into the emotions the boy was giving her. She reached her hands to his face, taking one hand to his cheek caressing it softly and sending the other hand through his soft hair, pushing it back from his face. He crawled into her bunk, now a practice of habit, and fed her full lips with sweet kisses as his tongue explored the reaches of her mouth, searching unendingly.
The boy paused for a moment to take in Spit Fire's beauty. His hair fell back into his eyes again, so Spit Fire was left without a good look at him. When he leaned forward for another kiss, Spit Fire thought of a brilliant idea. She broke the kiss and trailed her lips down the side of his neck. She started kissing his neck, lingering in one area nibbling and lightly pinching the skin seductively between her teeth. Her hands distracted him by traveling down past his hips to massage his inner thigh. He let out a quiet pleasure induced moan while she teased him with her tantalizing fingers. He finally leaned up and undid Spit Fire's shirt while he kissed down her chest. Spit Fire smiled to herself, knowing that whoever this boy was, he was going to have a small red mark on the side of his neck the next morning.
Falling into each other's arms in a passionate embrace, the two met together as one, crossing the borders of the human body and spirit. With each kiss and movement a little more of their souls mixed and both were shaken by the end of the night. After lying in Spit Fire's arms for an hour, the boy sat up and quickly dressed. The sun would be up in less then two hours and daylight was already starting to break into the room. The boy left a sleeping Spit Fire for the comforts of his own bunk. He lay down on his back completely exhausted. He casually left his shirt unbuttoned, too lazy to do otherwise, and smiled contently to himself as sleep finally overtook his body.
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Spit Fire woke up before most of the boys in the Manhattan LH. She was sore from the night before when she used muscles in her body she never knew she had. She quickly looked around for anyone that might look suspiciously like her visitor from last night. Whoever he was, Spit Fire was sure she could find the culprit today.
The sunlight brought an orange glow to the room, illuminating the walls with color. Spit Fire noticed Chance in the bunk next to her and she smiled. He was snoring loudly so she pushed his shoulder lightly to wake him up. Chance was one of the few Brooklyn newsies Spit Fire respected. He was somewhat honest and caring. He was decent at least. Chance moved slightly but went back to sleep, his blonde bangs now plastered on his face as he slept. Spit Fire took a second look at Chance smiling to herself. He was somewhat skinny but built as well. (All the Brooklyn newsies were built; it was one of those assumed facts of life.) Unfortunately, Chance slept on his side and Spit Fire was unable to get a clear look at his neck.
"Hey Chance. Get up," She shook him again, "Come on...you're snoring. Wake up." She smiled.
He rolled over and smiled at her, "Well, I git a wake up call now huh? Or does Manhattan jus' really want me outta their territory?"
Spit Fire sighed and rolled her eyes, "Just get up Chance."
She walked away from his bunk and headed towards the washroom disappointed to not see a small red mark on his neck. She almost had wished it were him, `He's such a sweet heart.'
As she walked by the rest of the boys, she stopped when a small familiar red mark caught her eye. She quickly walked back to the bunk of the boy who owned this mark on his neck. She didn't know whether she was going to be sick or if she should throw a punch at the boy and suddenly felt very betrayed.
"Who the hell do you think you are!!" She yelled at the sleeping boy, glaring at him with incredible hatred in her eyes.
Feeling a presence above her, Spit Fire opened her eyes to see the vision she'd been waiting for that night. She smiled up at him and rolled over onto her stomach to look at him more clearly. He stood just out of the moonlight; just so not all of his features were clearly visible. The boy smiled, realizing it was too late to go back to bed now. She might follow him. He walked around to the side of her bunk and knelt down kissing her, not with the empty passion as so many times before, but with a sense of feeling and warmth. Spit Fire was taken by surprise and melted into the emotions the boy was giving her. She reached her hands to his face, taking one hand to his cheek caressing it softly and sending the other hand through his soft hair, pushing it back from his face. He crawled into her bunk, now a practice of habit, and fed her full lips with sweet kisses as his tongue explored the reaches of her mouth, searching unendingly.
The boy paused for a moment to take in Spit Fire's beauty. His hair fell back into his eyes again, so Spit Fire was left without a good look at him. When he leaned forward for another kiss, Spit Fire thought of a brilliant idea. She broke the kiss and trailed her lips down the side of his neck. She started kissing his neck, lingering in one area nibbling and lightly pinching the skin seductively between her teeth. Her hands distracted him by traveling down past his hips to massage his inner thigh. He let out a quiet pleasure induced moan while she teased him with her tantalizing fingers. He finally leaned up and undid Spit Fire's shirt while he kissed down her chest. Spit Fire smiled to herself, knowing that whoever this boy was, he was going to have a small red mark on the side of his neck the next morning.
Falling into each other's arms in a passionate embrace, the two met together as one, crossing the borders of the human body and spirit. With each kiss and movement a little more of their souls mixed and both were shaken by the end of the night. After lying in Spit Fire's arms for an hour, the boy sat up and quickly dressed. The sun would be up in less then two hours and daylight was already starting to break into the room. The boy left a sleeping Spit Fire for the comforts of his own bunk. He lay down on his back completely exhausted. He casually left his shirt unbuttoned, too lazy to do otherwise, and smiled contently to himself as sleep finally overtook his body.
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Spit Fire woke up before most of the boys in the Manhattan LH. She was sore from the night before when she used muscles in her body she never knew she had. She quickly looked around for anyone that might look suspiciously like her visitor from last night. Whoever he was, Spit Fire was sure she could find the culprit today.
The sunlight brought an orange glow to the room, illuminating the walls with color. Spit Fire noticed Chance in the bunk next to her and she smiled. He was snoring loudly so she pushed his shoulder lightly to wake him up. Chance was one of the few Brooklyn newsies Spit Fire respected. He was somewhat honest and caring. He was decent at least. Chance moved slightly but went back to sleep, his blonde bangs now plastered on his face as he slept. Spit Fire took a second look at Chance smiling to herself. He was somewhat skinny but built as well. (All the Brooklyn newsies were built; it was one of those assumed facts of life.) Unfortunately, Chance slept on his side and Spit Fire was unable to get a clear look at his neck.
"Hey Chance. Get up," She shook him again, "Come on...you're snoring. Wake up." She smiled.
He rolled over and smiled at her, "Well, I git a wake up call now huh? Or does Manhattan jus' really want me outta their territory?"
Spit Fire sighed and rolled her eyes, "Just get up Chance."
She walked away from his bunk and headed towards the washroom disappointed to not see a small red mark on his neck. She almost had wished it were him, `He's such a sweet heart.'
As she walked by the rest of the boys, she stopped when a small familiar red mark caught her eye. She quickly walked back to the bunk of the boy who owned this mark on his neck. She didn't know whether she was going to be sick or if she should throw a punch at the boy and suddenly felt very betrayed.
"Who the hell do you think you are!!" She yelled at the sleeping boy, glaring at him with incredible hatred in her eyes.