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. Here's where the rating really starts to fit I think…And thank you so much to those of you who reviewed! It definitely makes my day!
Chapter 5: A Night in Brooklyn
Fleck looked at Spot and smiled. "Thanks, Spot. Fer lettin' me stay heah an' all."
"Yeah, no problem."
"Cuz I like ya. A lot."
"I know."
"Yeah," she said, not letting her disappointment show in not receiving a declaration of love in return. "So, um, do ya wanna, ya know, do it?"
"If ya wanna."
"Yeah...yeah, I do. I wanna."
"Okay den," he said, and without hesitation he rolled over on top of her and began kissing her deeply. His hands wandered down her body as her hands instinctively ran through his hair and down his back. When his one hand went up her skirt and his other hand fumbled with his belt buckle, Fleck pulled away momentarily. "What?" he asked, pulling her back into a kiss.
She pulled away again. "I thought ya said ya wanted ta do dis?"
"I do, I do, just wait a sec, Spot. Do ya really wanna do dis right heah?"
"Yeah, shoah, I don't care. What's da problem?"
"Well, it's gettin' kinda cold."
"I'll keep ya warm, don't worry," he said, smirking.
"But, I mean, we gotta take our clothes off an' all..."
"We don't gotta take it all off. Just enough ta do it is all. Come on, let's just go," he said in an almost irritated tone. He had been waiting all day for this time to come after all.
"Spot, can we please go inside? Please?" Fleck asked, offering him a half smile.
He rolled his eyes and stood up. "Fine, we'll go inside. Geez." He started walking, buckling his belt and not bothering to wait for Fleck. She stood up and smoothed out her skirt, then jogged to catch up to Spot. She took his hand and he rolled his eyes again, but held her hand nonetheless. It was obvious that Spot didn't care about it half as much as Fleck did. To him, going all the way with a girl was a routine occurrence, especially after flirting all day with her in order to get her to agree to go all the way. To Fleck, this was supposed to be special because this was one of the few occasions on which she was harboring actual feelings for her partner. Unfortunately, she had unknowingly picked one of the worst recipients for those feelings, and she had yet to realize that he did not return her feelings in the slightest.
Several minutes later, Spot and Fleck arrived at the Brooklyn Lodging House. Upon entering, Spot was greeted by a couple newsies and Fleck was given a once over by the guys in the room.
"Heya, Spot. Wheah ya been all day."
"Around."
"I bet. Who's dis?"
"Dis is Fleck. She's one a Jack's. Fleck, dis is Pen."
"Heya, Fleck. Guess you'se da new flavah a da week, eh?"
Before she could protest, Spot answered for her. "Yeah, somethin' like dat. Lissen, Pen, we'se up in da extra room if anyone asks. An' I don't want any interruptions."
"May I ask what you'll be doin' in da extra room?"
"Shove it, Pen."
"You got it. Catch ya latah, sweetface!" Pen called after the two as they headed up the stairs. Spot led Fleck into the spare bedroom, which was nothing more than a relative closet that happened to have a bed big enough for two. Undoubtedly, the room had been designated to entertain members of the opposite sex.
Once inside, Spot closed the door and locked it to prevent intruders from entering. He lit a small kerosene lamp located on the bedstand. He pulled Fleck onto the bed and immediately started unbuttoning her shirt. She looked up at him, searching his face for some kind of emotion. "I'm da flavah a da week, huh?"
Spot sighed and looked at her quickly. "Ya know what I mean. I got a rep ta protect heah. I ain't gonna mess it up gettin' all soft ovah a goil in front a da guys."
"Oh."
"Ya knew dat. Or at least ya shoulda."
"Yeah, I know. Sorry," she said, surprised at the apology that escaped her lips. Did he really have that much power over her that she would apologize for something she didn't even do?
"Come on, let's just do dis," he said, removing her shirt completely and gently but firmly pushing her backwards onto the mattress. He climbed on top of her, straddling her while he undid his pants and she lowered her skirt. He swiftly slid her skirt to her ankles, lowered his body to hers and began kissing her passionately. As soon as things had become sufficiently hot and heavy, he entered her, causing her to inhale quickly, then exhale slowly in pleasure. Spot started out slowly, then began thrusting faster and harder. Fleck groaned in pleasure throughout the whole experience, pleased she had decided to go through with it, despite temporary qualms earlier. As in ordinary life, Spot exuded a great amount of confidence in bed, taking control, staying on top, and doing it the way he wanted to do it. Which was fine with Fleck. After they were both thoroughly exhausted, Spot pulled out and rolled over to lay next to her. They were breathing heavily as they pulled undergarments back on. After a few minutes of laying quietly, Fleck ran her hand absently over the inside of Spot's leg. She smiled when he took her hand in his, but was disappointed when he put it back down next to her. "It's ovah. Go ta sleep," he whispered sternly, rolling onto his side, away from her. Her heart fell, but she complied without saying a word. She couldn't fall asleep for another half an hour, her mind ruminating her current situation and what would happen between her and Spot after that night. Or maybe more importantly, what would happen between her and Jack. Soon enough, her fatigue got to her and she was lulled to sleep by the sound of Spot's steady breathing next to her.
Disclaimer: Alright, this is the usual disclaimer I guess, lol. I don't own Newsies, but I guess I own Fleck. Okay? Okay. Here's where the rating really starts to fit I think…And thank you so much to those of you who reviewed! It definitely makes my day!
Chapter 5: A Night in Brooklyn
Fleck looked at Spot and smiled. "Thanks, Spot. Fer lettin' me stay heah an' all."
"Yeah, no problem."
"Cuz I like ya. A lot."
"I know."
"Yeah," she said, not letting her disappointment show in not receiving a declaration of love in return. "So, um, do ya wanna, ya know, do it?"
"If ya wanna."
"Yeah...yeah, I do. I wanna."
"Okay den," he said, and without hesitation he rolled over on top of her and began kissing her deeply. His hands wandered down her body as her hands instinctively ran through his hair and down his back. When his one hand went up her skirt and his other hand fumbled with his belt buckle, Fleck pulled away momentarily. "What?" he asked, pulling her back into a kiss.
She pulled away again. "I thought ya said ya wanted ta do dis?"
"I do, I do, just wait a sec, Spot. Do ya really wanna do dis right heah?"
"Yeah, shoah, I don't care. What's da problem?"
"Well, it's gettin' kinda cold."
"I'll keep ya warm, don't worry," he said, smirking.
"But, I mean, we gotta take our clothes off an' all..."
"We don't gotta take it all off. Just enough ta do it is all. Come on, let's just go," he said in an almost irritated tone. He had been waiting all day for this time to come after all.
"Spot, can we please go inside? Please?" Fleck asked, offering him a half smile.
He rolled his eyes and stood up. "Fine, we'll go inside. Geez." He started walking, buckling his belt and not bothering to wait for Fleck. She stood up and smoothed out her skirt, then jogged to catch up to Spot. She took his hand and he rolled his eyes again, but held her hand nonetheless. It was obvious that Spot didn't care about it half as much as Fleck did. To him, going all the way with a girl was a routine occurrence, especially after flirting all day with her in order to get her to agree to go all the way. To Fleck, this was supposed to be special because this was one of the few occasions on which she was harboring actual feelings for her partner. Unfortunately, she had unknowingly picked one of the worst recipients for those feelings, and she had yet to realize that he did not return her feelings in the slightest.
Several minutes later, Spot and Fleck arrived at the Brooklyn Lodging House. Upon entering, Spot was greeted by a couple newsies and Fleck was given a once over by the guys in the room.
"Heya, Spot. Wheah ya been all day."
"Around."
"I bet. Who's dis?"
"Dis is Fleck. She's one a Jack's. Fleck, dis is Pen."
"Heya, Fleck. Guess you'se da new flavah a da week, eh?"
Before she could protest, Spot answered for her. "Yeah, somethin' like dat. Lissen, Pen, we'se up in da extra room if anyone asks. An' I don't want any interruptions."
"May I ask what you'll be doin' in da extra room?"
"Shove it, Pen."
"You got it. Catch ya latah, sweetface!" Pen called after the two as they headed up the stairs. Spot led Fleck into the spare bedroom, which was nothing more than a relative closet that happened to have a bed big enough for two. Undoubtedly, the room had been designated to entertain members of the opposite sex.
Once inside, Spot closed the door and locked it to prevent intruders from entering. He lit a small kerosene lamp located on the bedstand. He pulled Fleck onto the bed and immediately started unbuttoning her shirt. She looked up at him, searching his face for some kind of emotion. "I'm da flavah a da week, huh?"
Spot sighed and looked at her quickly. "Ya know what I mean. I got a rep ta protect heah. I ain't gonna mess it up gettin' all soft ovah a goil in front a da guys."
"Oh."
"Ya knew dat. Or at least ya shoulda."
"Yeah, I know. Sorry," she said, surprised at the apology that escaped her lips. Did he really have that much power over her that she would apologize for something she didn't even do?
"Come on, let's just do dis," he said, removing her shirt completely and gently but firmly pushing her backwards onto the mattress. He climbed on top of her, straddling her while he undid his pants and she lowered her skirt. He swiftly slid her skirt to her ankles, lowered his body to hers and began kissing her passionately. As soon as things had become sufficiently hot and heavy, he entered her, causing her to inhale quickly, then exhale slowly in pleasure. Spot started out slowly, then began thrusting faster and harder. Fleck groaned in pleasure throughout the whole experience, pleased she had decided to go through with it, despite temporary qualms earlier. As in ordinary life, Spot exuded a great amount of confidence in bed, taking control, staying on top, and doing it the way he wanted to do it. Which was fine with Fleck. After they were both thoroughly exhausted, Spot pulled out and rolled over to lay next to her. They were breathing heavily as they pulled undergarments back on. After a few minutes of laying quietly, Fleck ran her hand absently over the inside of Spot's leg. She smiled when he took her hand in his, but was disappointed when he put it back down next to her. "It's ovah. Go ta sleep," he whispered sternly, rolling onto his side, away from her. Her heart fell, but she complied without saying a word. She couldn't fall asleep for another half an hour, her mind ruminating her current situation and what would happen between her and Spot after that night. Or maybe more importantly, what would happen between her and Jack. Soon enough, her fatigue got to her and she was lulled to sleep by the sound of Spot's steady breathing next to her.