Something More Than Temporary
Disclaimer: Alright, this is the usual disclaimer I guess, lol. I don't own Newsies, but I guess I own Fleck. Okay? Okay. And the rating may not fit now, but I think as I keep writing, it'll become more and more appropriate…
Chapter 2: Defining a Relationship
"I guess so," she murmured, keeping her face void of emotion. She had always seen her ability to do this as a solution to any of her numerous problems, but she was beginning to think her relative aloofness was actually the cause of many of them.
"Whaddya mean, ya guess so? Ya just said dat ya did all dat stuff in fun."
"So what if I did?"
"Don't tell me you'se gone soft all da sudden!"
"I ain't gone soft. Maybe I'se just bein' sensible fer a change."
"Sensible, huh? Ya pick now fer bein' sensible? Whadda 'bout sleepin' with da whole Lodgin' House? Was dat bein' sensible?" Jack said, his anger quickly rising. Though they both seemed fine with their situation on the outside, they had this fight often, and nothing ever got resolved.
"No."
"Didn't think so. So don't pull dat shit. It's your choice ta be slutty. We both knew it da foist time, we knew it every time we done it, we know it now. So don't try an' make me feel guilty fer ya own fuckin' mistakes!"
"Is dat it? Am I just a fuckin' mistake ta you?" she said, forcing herself to stay calm. It always made him angrier when she looked like she didn't care.
"Uh, I'se headin' back down," Mush said uncomfortably, grabbing the gin and getting up from his spectator's seat of the sudden fight.
Fleck looked at Mush distractedly. She had completely forgotten about him. "Mush, don't leave, we'se done heah," she said, looking at Jack with a meaningful stare.
"No, no, no, I'se goin'. Dis don't involve me. 'Sides, I'se tired," he said, offering an excuse and before he could be stopped, he was down the fire escape and back in the bunk room.
Fleck turned back to Jack again. "So answer my question," she said, walking back over to him. "Am I just a goddamn mistake ta ya? Just a goil dat ya live with, dat just happens ta put out? Am I just da goil ya do cuz ya feel bad fer me? Like I can't do bettah den you? Ya sleep with me cuz ya fuckin' pity me?"
"Fleck, wouldja shut up an' lissen ta me? I'se so sick a playin' dis game with ya! I nevah thought a ya as a mistake. If it was a mistake, I woulda learned an' nevah come back ta ya again, ya know dat!"
"No, I don't know dat, Jack! Ya nevah acknowledge da fact dat we evah sleep tageddah. I always feel like I done somethin' wrong."
"How could I acknowledge ya? I got a goilfriend, I can't go 'round sayin' I'se sleepin' with ya! Use ya head."
"So you'se embarrassed a me."
"No I ain't, wouldja stop twistin' my woids? Ya always do dis!"
"Maybe I wouldn't hafta if ya'd just be honest with me fer a change."
"Ya wouldn't undahstand. Ya don't even know what commitment means."
Fleck scoffed at that. "Like you do."
"At least I'se tryin' ta figure out what it means. I'm makin' an attempt ta have an actual goilfriend. You don't even give a shit 'bout tryin'."
"How would you know if I give a shit?"
"If ya did, ya woulda mentioned all dese feelin's before, an' ya woulda told me ya wanted a real relationship, or ya woulda at least given up sleepin' with da oddah guys!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, who says I want a relationship with you?"
"Ain't dat what dis is about?"
"Course not."
"Den what da hell's da problem heah."
"Guess dere ain't no problem."
Jack nearly laughed at this. "Ya know, you'se more trouble den ya woith. Should call ya fickle 'stead a Fleck."
"So I been told."
He looked at her, utterly confused at what had just happened. She was obviously upset about something in their relationship, or lack of relationship, but he couldn't figure out what. Or maybe she was just too drunk to realize what was coming out of her mouth. Though she hadn't drunk that much; their fight had prevented her from taking many swallows at all. "Look, Fleck, I'se sick a fightin' with ya 'bout us all da time. Just tell me what ya want me ta do."
"I don't know what I want anymore, Jack."
"Ya want me ta dump Sarah or somethin'?"
Fleck sighed. "Naw, don't do dat. Ya say ya love her. Ya shouldn't dump someone ya love fer someone like me."
"Fleck, it ain't dat I don't love ya, it's just a diffrent kinda love. It ain't a relationship kind."
"Den what kind is it, huh?"
"It's...well, it's...it's like...like a comfort ta me or somethin'. When I'se with ya, it's just dis feelin' dat I get dat nothin' can change. It's hard ta explain really. It ain't love, it just feels...right."
Fleck half-smiled, looking him in the eyes. "Dat's good ta heah, Jack. Kinda at least."
"Well, ya know it'd nevah woik out between us. Like if we was really tageddah."
"I know dat, I know."
"It's just dat all dis time, it's been just sex. Not real love, just sleepin' with each oddah. What's dat called again?"
"Lust?"
"Yeah, lust. So aftah doin' dat all dis time, it's hard ta try an' bring love an' a relationship inta da mix. Ya know what I'se sayin'?"
"Yeah, I know. You'se sayin' I'se just sex ta you."
"But ya say it like it's a bad thing."
"Well, it coitenly ain't a good thing, Jack."
"Look, ya are just sex ta me. Real good sex, but just sex all da same. But dat don't mean I don't care 'bout ya. You'se one a da most important people in my life, an' I nevah regret anythin' dat's happened between us. An' da woist thing dat could happen is you thinkin' I don't care 'bout ya. I'se thought 'bout us bein' tageddah, an' I mean really thought about it. But da thing is, bein' tageddah ain't any diffrent from what we already are, not really anyhow. So dere's no need ta complicate da situation any more by givin' it some meaningless name."
"I gotcha. So we are kinda tageddah, but not really."
"Exactly. If dat's ok with ya, dat is."
"It woiks fer me if it woiks fer you," Fleck said, smiling and kissing him passionately on the lips. "An' I think dat's a good place fer us ta be."
Jack accepted the kiss and pulled her on top of him. "I think dis is a good place fer us ta be."
"You would-" Fleck started, but her sentence was cut short by his tongue in her mouth and his wandering hands. She noticed him not even bother taking off her shirt, but immediately creep his hands up her skirt to remove her underwear, all the while kissing her deeply. So she followed his lead, skipped the foreplay, and quickly undid his pants. "Ya shoah ya wanna be doin' dis, Jacky-boy?" Fleck said, between their ragged breaths of the heated passion.
"Course I do," Jack said between thrusts. "Do ya even hafta ask?"
She sighed with pleasure. "Ya know I gotta. It's a guilty conscience kinda thing."
And with that, all conversation ceased as they pleasured each other long into the early morning. For a couple who weren't actually a 'couple', their nights together even amazed themselves sometimes, and that night was no exception. They fell asleep together up on the roof, exhausted from the night's endeavors, physically and emotionally.
Disclaimer: Alright, this is the usual disclaimer I guess, lol. I don't own Newsies, but I guess I own Fleck. Okay? Okay. And the rating may not fit now, but I think as I keep writing, it'll become more and more appropriate…
Chapter 2: Defining a Relationship
"I guess so," she murmured, keeping her face void of emotion. She had always seen her ability to do this as a solution to any of her numerous problems, but she was beginning to think her relative aloofness was actually the cause of many of them.
"Whaddya mean, ya guess so? Ya just said dat ya did all dat stuff in fun."
"So what if I did?"
"Don't tell me you'se gone soft all da sudden!"
"I ain't gone soft. Maybe I'se just bein' sensible fer a change."
"Sensible, huh? Ya pick now fer bein' sensible? Whadda 'bout sleepin' with da whole Lodgin' House? Was dat bein' sensible?" Jack said, his anger quickly rising. Though they both seemed fine with their situation on the outside, they had this fight often, and nothing ever got resolved.
"No."
"Didn't think so. So don't pull dat shit. It's your choice ta be slutty. We both knew it da foist time, we knew it every time we done it, we know it now. So don't try an' make me feel guilty fer ya own fuckin' mistakes!"
"Is dat it? Am I just a fuckin' mistake ta you?" she said, forcing herself to stay calm. It always made him angrier when she looked like she didn't care.
"Uh, I'se headin' back down," Mush said uncomfortably, grabbing the gin and getting up from his spectator's seat of the sudden fight.
Fleck looked at Mush distractedly. She had completely forgotten about him. "Mush, don't leave, we'se done heah," she said, looking at Jack with a meaningful stare.
"No, no, no, I'se goin'. Dis don't involve me. 'Sides, I'se tired," he said, offering an excuse and before he could be stopped, he was down the fire escape and back in the bunk room.
Fleck turned back to Jack again. "So answer my question," she said, walking back over to him. "Am I just a goddamn mistake ta ya? Just a goil dat ya live with, dat just happens ta put out? Am I just da goil ya do cuz ya feel bad fer me? Like I can't do bettah den you? Ya sleep with me cuz ya fuckin' pity me?"
"Fleck, wouldja shut up an' lissen ta me? I'se so sick a playin' dis game with ya! I nevah thought a ya as a mistake. If it was a mistake, I woulda learned an' nevah come back ta ya again, ya know dat!"
"No, I don't know dat, Jack! Ya nevah acknowledge da fact dat we evah sleep tageddah. I always feel like I done somethin' wrong."
"How could I acknowledge ya? I got a goilfriend, I can't go 'round sayin' I'se sleepin' with ya! Use ya head."
"So you'se embarrassed a me."
"No I ain't, wouldja stop twistin' my woids? Ya always do dis!"
"Maybe I wouldn't hafta if ya'd just be honest with me fer a change."
"Ya wouldn't undahstand. Ya don't even know what commitment means."
Fleck scoffed at that. "Like you do."
"At least I'se tryin' ta figure out what it means. I'm makin' an attempt ta have an actual goilfriend. You don't even give a shit 'bout tryin'."
"How would you know if I give a shit?"
"If ya did, ya woulda mentioned all dese feelin's before, an' ya woulda told me ya wanted a real relationship, or ya woulda at least given up sleepin' with da oddah guys!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, who says I want a relationship with you?"
"Ain't dat what dis is about?"
"Course not."
"Den what da hell's da problem heah."
"Guess dere ain't no problem."
Jack nearly laughed at this. "Ya know, you'se more trouble den ya woith. Should call ya fickle 'stead a Fleck."
"So I been told."
He looked at her, utterly confused at what had just happened. She was obviously upset about something in their relationship, or lack of relationship, but he couldn't figure out what. Or maybe she was just too drunk to realize what was coming out of her mouth. Though she hadn't drunk that much; their fight had prevented her from taking many swallows at all. "Look, Fleck, I'se sick a fightin' with ya 'bout us all da time. Just tell me what ya want me ta do."
"I don't know what I want anymore, Jack."
"Ya want me ta dump Sarah or somethin'?"
Fleck sighed. "Naw, don't do dat. Ya say ya love her. Ya shouldn't dump someone ya love fer someone like me."
"Fleck, it ain't dat I don't love ya, it's just a diffrent kinda love. It ain't a relationship kind."
"Den what kind is it, huh?"
"It's...well, it's...it's like...like a comfort ta me or somethin'. When I'se with ya, it's just dis feelin' dat I get dat nothin' can change. It's hard ta explain really. It ain't love, it just feels...right."
Fleck half-smiled, looking him in the eyes. "Dat's good ta heah, Jack. Kinda at least."
"Well, ya know it'd nevah woik out between us. Like if we was really tageddah."
"I know dat, I know."
"It's just dat all dis time, it's been just sex. Not real love, just sleepin' with each oddah. What's dat called again?"
"Lust?"
"Yeah, lust. So aftah doin' dat all dis time, it's hard ta try an' bring love an' a relationship inta da mix. Ya know what I'se sayin'?"
"Yeah, I know. You'se sayin' I'se just sex ta you."
"But ya say it like it's a bad thing."
"Well, it coitenly ain't a good thing, Jack."
"Look, ya are just sex ta me. Real good sex, but just sex all da same. But dat don't mean I don't care 'bout ya. You'se one a da most important people in my life, an' I nevah regret anythin' dat's happened between us. An' da woist thing dat could happen is you thinkin' I don't care 'bout ya. I'se thought 'bout us bein' tageddah, an' I mean really thought about it. But da thing is, bein' tageddah ain't any diffrent from what we already are, not really anyhow. So dere's no need ta complicate da situation any more by givin' it some meaningless name."
"I gotcha. So we are kinda tageddah, but not really."
"Exactly. If dat's ok with ya, dat is."
"It woiks fer me if it woiks fer you," Fleck said, smiling and kissing him passionately on the lips. "An' I think dat's a good place fer us ta be."
Jack accepted the kiss and pulled her on top of him. "I think dis is a good place fer us ta be."
"You would-" Fleck started, but her sentence was cut short by his tongue in her mouth and his wandering hands. She noticed him not even bother taking off her shirt, but immediately creep his hands up her skirt to remove her underwear, all the while kissing her deeply. So she followed his lead, skipped the foreplay, and quickly undid his pants. "Ya shoah ya wanna be doin' dis, Jacky-boy?" Fleck said, between their ragged breaths of the heated passion.
"Course I do," Jack said between thrusts. "Do ya even hafta ask?"
She sighed with pleasure. "Ya know I gotta. It's a guilty conscience kinda thing."
And with that, all conversation ceased as they pleasured each other long into the early morning. For a couple who weren't actually a 'couple', their nights together even amazed themselves sometimes, and that night was no exception. They fell asleep together up on the roof, exhausted from the night's endeavors, physically and emotionally.