Spot stood on the Brooklyn Bridge watching Marble. She had her back turned to him and her silhouette stood out against the fading light of the sky. He couldn't see any of her features, but her stance, her posture, everything about her was familiar to him and he knew it was her.

Now she was standing at the railing with a handful of rocks, trying to skip them. They both knew that it was too high for it to ever work, but when Marble needed to think she would come to the bridge and throw stones.

Spot watched as she picked one out and carefully rubbed all of the dirt off. She turned it over in her hands for a while, examining every crack and bump on it's surface then threw it in a long smooth arc. It flew perfectly for a distance then fell sharply into the water. Marble just stared at the spot where the stone went under for a minute then she started searching for a new rock.

When she found another one and got ready to throw it Spot picked up a broken piece of cobblestone. Once the rock left her hand Spot tossed his and knocked it out of the air. She didn't even blink, she just stared at the spot where the two rocks had collided with her head slightly cocked.

She started shuffling through the stones in her hand again, "That one might have skipped ya know."

Spot smiled and walked over to her, "Nah, it was too big."

"Ya never know."

Spot laughed and put his hand on the railing, leaning over so he could see her face, "I's been talkin' ta me boidies again an' dey say you was singin' wit dem not too long ago."

"Well then your 'boidies' are wrong 'cause I don't sing."

He sighed, "You ain't gonna give it up are ya? What did I evah do ta yous?"

"You figure it out."

"God, Marble, why don't ya jist tell me what ya want from me. I's said I was sorry." Spot sounded angry, but he was just frustrated because even after three years, and many apologies, she still held her secret grudge against him.

Marble just shrugged her shoulders and threw the next stone. Spot let out an irritated sigh and pushed himself back so he could put his other hand on the rail, on her other side. Even though she was now closed in by his arms Marble still wouldn't look at him. He leaned in close and took a deep breath, distracted by her warmth and the smell of her hair.

"Marble." Spot said her name gently and she slowly turned around. She leaned back against the railing and just looked at him. Spot brought his head down so they were only inches apart and their eyes were level. They stayed like that for a few long seconds then Spot closed his arms completely around her.

"Spot, what are you doing?" Her voice trembled slightly.

He answered in a hoarse whisper, "I don't know."

He leaned forward and kissed her. It was so light that she wouldn't have felt it if all of her nerves hadn't been burning with longing. Spot tightened his arms and pulled her body closer to his.

He wanted to stay like that forever, but one thought crossed his mind, She's gonna kill me.

* * *

Of all the things Marble thought would never happen this was the one she wanted the most. She knew he had a reputation for going after every girl he saw, but he had never shown the slightest bit of interest in her. Not this kind of interest at least.

Being held so close made her feel safe, the rest of the world didn't matter. She felt herself leaning into him to keep herself up. All sorts of feelings were running through her, shock, confusion, joy and maybe a little bit of anger at being grabbed without warning. But that faded quickly. Spot had kissed plenty of girls before and he was very good at it. Marble finally stopped thinking about it and gave into the emotions that flooded through her.

* * *

Spot was panicking. He had kissed uncountable girls before but never anyone who he felt like this about, and never anyone who might throw him off of a bridge once the shock wore off. He had also never met anyone who kissed like Marble. It was amazing, he could hardly think straight and he didn't want to. His legs were turning to jelly. But he remembered the possible threat to his life and started pulling back from her sweet lips so he could get a running start if she became homicidal.

* * *

Marble had decided to stay there forever when she felt Spot's strong arms start to loosen and his lips began pulling away. She didn't want him to leave and reacted without thinking. Her hand slipped around behind his neck and pulled his mouth roughly back down to hers. He resisted for a second, but once his mouth gave in to hers she parted her lips slightly and licked his.

* * *

At first Spot had tried to get away when he felt her hand on his neck, but when he realized that she was pulling him back to her he gladly let her. He was relieved that she wasn't mad and he even thought that she might return his feelings as much as she was his kiss. That and a thousand other things ran through his head until he felt her lips part. Once her tongue slipped into his mouth his mind went blank and instinct took over.

* * *

Spot and Marble's hands were wandering slowly across each other's bodies as they let their kiss deepen. When Marble pulled her head away for an instant to catch her breath Spot moved down to her neck, exploring with his lips and tongue. She let her head lull back and a small whimper escaped her throat. That little sound turned into a throaty moan when Spot's mouth moved to the base of her neck. Marble's body started trembling and her mind completely fogged over. Out of the corner of her eye she saw two figures at the end of the bridge that looked vaguely familiar. Their identities didn't register until Spot's kisses moved away from her neck. It was Kid Blink and Mush.

* * *

Jack had sent the two newsies to follow Spot. They knew that he was probably with Marble or he was looking for her. They also knew that she had been crying. They weren't sure exactly what they would see when they found them, but they were taken completely by surprise. They stood there in complete shock for a while, just staring at the pair on the bridge.

* * *

"Spot we have an audience." Marble's voice was soft and breathy and it took Spot a few seconds to understand individual words. When it finally clicked his head whipped up to find out who to kill.

Before he even found them Marble had dragged his mouth back to hers whispering, "I'll take care of it."

He was perfectly content to forget about it and concentrate on her once their lips came back together. He felt her hands slowly migrate down to his hips. One hand closed around his slingshot and pulled it out of his belt loop. The other slid into the pocket where he kept all of his shooters. Her hand stayed in there too long and moved around too much to be just going after marbles. Spot began to squirm and he felt laughter bubbling up in her throat as she removed her hand.

She pulled her mouth away from his so she could see and Spot's mouth went back to her neck. Behind his back he could feel her loading the slingshot and firing. Off to one side he heard surprised yelps of pain followed by the sound of running feet.

After a minute Marble sighed and pushed Spot away, "They're going to go get Jack."