Author's Note: I'd just like to add before you all read this, was that it was an honor to read all of your reviews! This is also the very first fanfiction I have ever ENDED on a final end note. All the others, well they kept going and going...forever. So, this is almost a sad occasion for me to say farewell to this fanfic for a while and move onto new and brighter projects. I hope this lives up to all your standards! Happy reading!
Chapter 8: Final Words/ For Now and Forever
"No, he's not walking away from me this time. Get back here Conlon!" Spit Fire yelled over at Spot, but because of the crowd he didn't hear her yelling.
Spit Fire took off after Spot, but got somewhat scrambled in the crowd on the bridge and didn't manage to catch up to him till she was back in Brooklyn.
"Conlon!" She yelled again as she saw him walking towards his lodging house.
She shook her head and ran towards him. When she finally reached him, Spit Fire grabbed his arm stopping him in his tracks.
"You're deaf!"
He turned and smiled at her in a curious manner, "What are you doin' heyah?"
"Oh don't give me that. You knew I was going to follow you back here. You were expecting it," she glared.
"I was?"
"Yeah you were and you were just leading me on because you knew I wouldn't walk away. You thought I was weak and figured I'd follow you back to Brooklyn like every other girl you have ever been with."
Spot raised an eyebrow and tipped his hat back so she could see his full face. He had a small look of confusion and amusement on his face as he listened to her yell at him.
"Spot, you assumed that I would just be able to read your mind and I would follow you here and that would make everything that much easier for you because we would be on your terms."
"I did?"
Spit Fire nodded, "But I'm not buying it Spot."
"Yous not?"
"No. This is going to be based on my terms, on what I say. I thought you had more brains then that Spot. You don't just kiss someone like that and walk away like it meant nothing to you."
Spot smirked in more amusement now. She had just accidentally admitted to him that their kiss had meant something to her. That she did care for him. He had hoped his kiss would leave an impression. Obviously it had. He held back a small laugh at Spit Fire who was still acting upset, but had no reason to be upset at all. From what he could tell, she was trying to explain to him that she cared about him and that he should care about her. But he did, so why was she making such a big deal about it? Spit Fire almost looked like she was going to soak Spot for giving her a smug confident look.
"So that kiss meant somethin' huh?" Spot asked lightly.
She looked at him confused, "That's not the point Spot! I was vulnerable and you...you took advantage of me. How dare you just kiss me like that and walk away."
He laughed, "You kissed me."
Spit Fire frowned in deep confusion now. She looked at him, knowing he was right. She was the one who had pulled him in for the kiss. He had tried to back away. Spot's smile grew even wider. Spit Fire clenched her fists, not out of anger but from embarrassment. She had no intention of admitting she was wrong to him. She honestly couldn't even remember the point she was trying to get across. She looked away from him and grumbled to herself, shoving her hands into her pockets.
"Wipe that smile off your face Conlon," she whispered and mumbled.
Spot shook his head, "I din't expect yous ta follow me heyah. And I din't expect the kiss eithah," He frowned trying to meet her eyes with his. He looked at her with her hands deep into her pockets and sighed, "Why do yous do that Fire?"
"Cause," she glared but not at him.
"Come on. Take yur hands outta yur pockets. Brooklyn newsies don't do that. Yous in Brooklyn right now. Act like it. Act like yous from Brooklyn and not jus' visitin'."
She looked at him and shook her head; "You have all these stupid rules. How am I supposed to even act around you? I can't."
"Act? Like you." He tilted her chin up to his face, "Where's that spark I saw jus' a minute ago? Where's that flame that...fire. The fire Ise in love wid."
"You what?!"
"In love wid you. I know you feel the same. I can see it in yur eyes," Spot smiled at her, his eyes meeting hers in a perfect connection.
She shook her head, "No you can't."
"Yeah, I can and I love you."
"No you don't." She frowned, "You can't," she persisted.
"Din't yous feel anythin' in that kiss? Anythin' Fire?"
"What? Feel what?" She sighed, tired of his guessing games.
Spot leaned in again now kissing her with more passion, sending shudders down her spine. She felt tingles, like a thousand needles, pricking the back of her neck, arms and shoulders.
"But...Spot," she managed to squeeze out before her mouth was soon again covered by his.
Leaning back, his lips leaving hers now pleading for more, he smiled, "That. Feel that?"
She nodded, and without saying a word, he knew exactly what she was feeling.
"I love you."
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The cold harsh wind echoed outside, pushing rudely against the bolted windows of the Brooklyn Newsboys Lodging House. The boys inside, sound asleep, barely noticed the temperature drop from the outside. Only a few stirred, rolling around on their bunks trying to find a more comfortable position then the one they were previously sleeping in. Two days earlier, Chance finally regained his selling territory with a little help from Spot. Jack had officially been relieved of a single pest in his part of the city, and Spot had become a frequent visitor in Manhattan again. Things were finally starting to unwind and return to normal.
Spot, sleeping in his bunk, tossed and turned, subconsciously listening to the wind outside. He had an eerie feeling someone was watching him. He tried to push the feeling out of his head, but it lingered, making him more nervous by the second. He slowly opened his eyes and looked out the window, letting his eyes focus for a moment. He turned to look around his room, and almost jumped when he noticed a figure standing in his doorway. He smiled realizing who was beckoning him. The figure slowly crept over to Spot's bunk, sitting down next to him.
"Spot," came a soft voice that pierced the darkness, "I couldn't sleep."
He knew she was lying, but he pulled his arms around her anyway and welcomed her in for a kiss. He traced his hands down her sides, feeling her curves. His hands wandered under her shirt, feeling her skin tingle under his touch. He heard her hold back a small moan as her body waited impatiently for a stronger, more demanding touch from him. He pulled her down to her back, removing her shirt effortlessly, and laid down on top of her feeling both their hearts start to beat to the same rhythm.
Spit Fire had waited weeks for this moment. She knew all his curves, the feeling of his flexed muscles against her skin, the way she took him into her, the final moment of ecstasy. But now she had something different. She had his face, his identity, and his soul to be mixed with hers. She now held everything she had ever wanted in her arms and planned on keeping it there.
For now and forever.
Chapter 8: Final Words/ For Now and Forever
"No, he's not walking away from me this time. Get back here Conlon!" Spit Fire yelled over at Spot, but because of the crowd he didn't hear her yelling.
Spit Fire took off after Spot, but got somewhat scrambled in the crowd on the bridge and didn't manage to catch up to him till she was back in Brooklyn.
"Conlon!" She yelled again as she saw him walking towards his lodging house.
She shook her head and ran towards him. When she finally reached him, Spit Fire grabbed his arm stopping him in his tracks.
"You're deaf!"
He turned and smiled at her in a curious manner, "What are you doin' heyah?"
"Oh don't give me that. You knew I was going to follow you back here. You were expecting it," she glared.
"I was?"
"Yeah you were and you were just leading me on because you knew I wouldn't walk away. You thought I was weak and figured I'd follow you back to Brooklyn like every other girl you have ever been with."
Spot raised an eyebrow and tipped his hat back so she could see his full face. He had a small look of confusion and amusement on his face as he listened to her yell at him.
"Spot, you assumed that I would just be able to read your mind and I would follow you here and that would make everything that much easier for you because we would be on your terms."
"I did?"
Spit Fire nodded, "But I'm not buying it Spot."
"Yous not?"
"No. This is going to be based on my terms, on what I say. I thought you had more brains then that Spot. You don't just kiss someone like that and walk away like it meant nothing to you."
Spot smirked in more amusement now. She had just accidentally admitted to him that their kiss had meant something to her. That she did care for him. He had hoped his kiss would leave an impression. Obviously it had. He held back a small laugh at Spit Fire who was still acting upset, but had no reason to be upset at all. From what he could tell, she was trying to explain to him that she cared about him and that he should care about her. But he did, so why was she making such a big deal about it? Spit Fire almost looked like she was going to soak Spot for giving her a smug confident look.
"So that kiss meant somethin' huh?" Spot asked lightly.
She looked at him confused, "That's not the point Spot! I was vulnerable and you...you took advantage of me. How dare you just kiss me like that and walk away."
He laughed, "You kissed me."
Spit Fire frowned in deep confusion now. She looked at him, knowing he was right. She was the one who had pulled him in for the kiss. He had tried to back away. Spot's smile grew even wider. Spit Fire clenched her fists, not out of anger but from embarrassment. She had no intention of admitting she was wrong to him. She honestly couldn't even remember the point she was trying to get across. She looked away from him and grumbled to herself, shoving her hands into her pockets.
"Wipe that smile off your face Conlon," she whispered and mumbled.
Spot shook his head, "I din't expect yous ta follow me heyah. And I din't expect the kiss eithah," He frowned trying to meet her eyes with his. He looked at her with her hands deep into her pockets and sighed, "Why do yous do that Fire?"
"Cause," she glared but not at him.
"Come on. Take yur hands outta yur pockets. Brooklyn newsies don't do that. Yous in Brooklyn right now. Act like it. Act like yous from Brooklyn and not jus' visitin'."
She looked at him and shook her head; "You have all these stupid rules. How am I supposed to even act around you? I can't."
"Act? Like you." He tilted her chin up to his face, "Where's that spark I saw jus' a minute ago? Where's that flame that...fire. The fire Ise in love wid."
"You what?!"
"In love wid you. I know you feel the same. I can see it in yur eyes," Spot smiled at her, his eyes meeting hers in a perfect connection.
She shook her head, "No you can't."
"Yeah, I can and I love you."
"No you don't." She frowned, "You can't," she persisted.
"Din't yous feel anythin' in that kiss? Anythin' Fire?"
"What? Feel what?" She sighed, tired of his guessing games.
Spot leaned in again now kissing her with more passion, sending shudders down her spine. She felt tingles, like a thousand needles, pricking the back of her neck, arms and shoulders.
"But...Spot," she managed to squeeze out before her mouth was soon again covered by his.
Leaning back, his lips leaving hers now pleading for more, he smiled, "That. Feel that?"
She nodded, and without saying a word, he knew exactly what she was feeling.
"I love you."
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The cold harsh wind echoed outside, pushing rudely against the bolted windows of the Brooklyn Newsboys Lodging House. The boys inside, sound asleep, barely noticed the temperature drop from the outside. Only a few stirred, rolling around on their bunks trying to find a more comfortable position then the one they were previously sleeping in. Two days earlier, Chance finally regained his selling territory with a little help from Spot. Jack had officially been relieved of a single pest in his part of the city, and Spot had become a frequent visitor in Manhattan again. Things were finally starting to unwind and return to normal.
Spot, sleeping in his bunk, tossed and turned, subconsciously listening to the wind outside. He had an eerie feeling someone was watching him. He tried to push the feeling out of his head, but it lingered, making him more nervous by the second. He slowly opened his eyes and looked out the window, letting his eyes focus for a moment. He turned to look around his room, and almost jumped when he noticed a figure standing in his doorway. He smiled realizing who was beckoning him. The figure slowly crept over to Spot's bunk, sitting down next to him.
"Spot," came a soft voice that pierced the darkness, "I couldn't sleep."
He knew she was lying, but he pulled his arms around her anyway and welcomed her in for a kiss. He traced his hands down her sides, feeling her curves. His hands wandered under her shirt, feeling her skin tingle under his touch. He heard her hold back a small moan as her body waited impatiently for a stronger, more demanding touch from him. He pulled her down to her back, removing her shirt effortlessly, and laid down on top of her feeling both their hearts start to beat to the same rhythm.
Spit Fire had waited weeks for this moment. She knew all his curves, the feeling of his flexed muscles against her skin, the way she took him into her, the final moment of ecstasy. But now she had something different. She had his face, his identity, and his soul to be mixed with hers. She now held everything she had ever wanted in her arms and planned on keeping it there.
For now and forever.