"Nuten." Cards reaffirmed. "Been a poifect genleman" She complained to Spot. "He won' even Kiss me around no one! Hell, he hardly kissed ma at awl." She said her voice full of regret as she looked at a couple, the girl was pressed against a door frame with the boys hands roving around, she sighed happily in memory of the few kisses that her and Preacher had shared.
Spot laughed at her longing expression and looked at the couple as well. "Ya know ya could always come back ta me." he said running a hand up her arm and catching her chin. Stopping their walk. "If ya evah wanted a little fun."
Cards batted his hand away. "Nah I said I'd try for Preachah." She smiled as they came up around a tavern. "An' I hoid ya got ya self a new goil!" She kidded him pointing to the window where a pretty young girl was hurriedly taking an order.
Spot tapped on the window to get Skylar's attention, she looked up and blew him a kiss as a fat old man pinched her rear. She blushed and turned around. "Yea."
"She's a fair replacement" Cards observed. "I wish hoi all da luck in da woild at capturen ya heart."
"She'll need it!" Spot laughed punching Cards lightly. "I ain't settlein' down foi a long time!"
"Dat's wha I tought!" Cards reminded him jokingly. "Den ya'll look at some one an' realize ya could spend da rest a ya life wid em. An ya say ta ya self "I can give up anyting for dem" an ya do." She smiled.
"Ya'll nevah see Spot Conlon in love!" He Swore.
"Ya so childish!" Cards laughed, Spot raised an eyebrow at her.
"I ain't da one changen my ways ta satisfy someone who won' even touch em in public. Who'se too ashamed ta touch me in public!" He spat out at her, crossing his arms.
"He ain't even asked me ta!" Cards counted cooly. "He ain't even mentioned it!" He voice took on a cooler tone. "An I rembah ya gave up smoken because Gypsy wanted ya ta!"
"Shuddup!" Spot yelled, "At least she gave out some!" He said.
"But she dropped ya cause ya weren't no good. An' she was righ!" Cards yelled back.
Spot punched her, his fist flying into her un guarded eye giving her only enough time to flich and close her eye lid. The surprise only lasted a few milliseconds as she rammed into him forcing the both of them into an alley. The two quickly got into a fist fight which ended with Spot pinning Cards and punching her a few times. Cards got in a few good hits and then wormed her way out.
As Cards glared at Spot she wiped away some blood from her split lip and looked at a window quickly she saw a black eye forming and a cut on her cheek. "Shit." She muttered as Spot swaggered up with only a bruise starting to form.
"Ya look a little worse for wear." He smirked.
"Shuddup Spot." Cards muttered, walking away from him.
"Cards!" Preacher yelled, she stopped and turned to the brown haired newsie, a huge smile going across her face.
"Preachah!" She said, happy to see him.
"You're hurt!" Preacher said looking concerned. He would have glared at Spot, who was smirking at them, only he valued his life.
"I'm fine." Cards mumbled, looking down and taking the opportunity to brush her skirt off.
"But Ya got a black eye." Preacher said lifting her chin up with a finger she winced and he looked even more concerned.
"I don't think you are." Preacher said, his hands lightly brushed over her face, feeling for bruises and wiping blood off when appropriate.
"Owww!" Cards muttered. "Ya don't gotta baby me! I ain't a little kid."
"I do have to baby you!" Preacher teased. " Its my job!"
"I tought is was your job ta sell papes." She said lightly.
"I can have more then one job."
"Ya two are pathetic." Spot said, rolling his eyes as he left to go talk to Skylar, and hopefully get a date for the night.
"I'm fine really Preachah." Cards said looking up into his soft brown eyes, angling her self so he could kiss her.
"Why did he hit you?" Preacher asked.
"We just started arguen. Owww!" She mutter as Preacher's hands brushed over the cut on her cheeck. "I know its gunna bruise why ya gotta touch it?"
"To see if its broken." Preacher said. "I'm worried about you." He whispered, looking over her bruised and dirty face. "You shouldn't be fighting."
"I'm fine, I survived dis life befoah. I can survive it now." Cards said, looking up at him wanting badly to kiss him.
"I thought you and Spot were fine, you know everything was good between you."
"It is. Preachah, its just Spot can be well a little difficult." She smiled as Spot came out of the tavern with his arm around Skylar's waist and his lips on her neck.
"But he shouldn't hit you." Preacher said.
Cards shrugged enjoying the way his hands felt on her, they made her feel safe. But she did wish he would kiss her, hold her, touch her more. Maybe being beaten up by Spot wasn't so bad if at the end Preacher would baby her like he was. "I hit him a fair few times as well."
"You shouldn't fight." Preacher said doggedly. "Its wrong." His hands finished the examination of her face. "You should be fine." He looked away for a second "are you and Spot well, still you know?" A blush crept up his cheeks.
"What?" Cards asked, hurt. "How could ya tink dat?" She asked again. "I'se been wid ya foi three weeks. An dat may not seem like a lot ta you! But tis a big deal ta me." She looked up at him, her blue eyes wide, "Why would I do dat to ya?"
"Sorry, I just meant that before you would well, uh," Preacher looked awkward trying to discuss this particular subject with Cards.
"Fuck any one?" Cards supplied, growing cold.
"I wasn't going to put it that simply but yes." Preacher muttered.
"Well I ain't." Cards said defiantly.
"I'm just saying maybe." He said running a hand through her slightly greasy and newsprint stained hair, Cards looked up wishing again that he would kiss her. "Maybe this won't work, we're too different."
"No we ain't!" Cards said, her blue eyes flashing with a look quite reminiscent of Spot's. "We ain't different!" She yelled even though as the words flew out of her mouth like accented lies she knew it to be true. Preacher's puppy dog eyes portrayed the pain he was feeling as he turned away from Cards. "But dat don't mean we gotta stop dis." She whispered moving to stop him with a hand on his shoulder.
"I can't make you happy, and I can't ask you to change your life." Preacher muttered trying to leave, Cards kept a death grip on his shoulder.
"It don't mattah. I'se happy when I'se wid ya, when you'se kiss'en me." Cards said. "Really I is happy wid ya. An' ya ain't asked me once. Dis is da best ting dat evah happened ta me."
"I ain't da right guy for ya!" Preacher said.
"You're so good,a n I'm so bad, But I ain't wasten da best ting I evah had! An I ain't gunna let ya ruin it!" Cards Snapped.
"Kay." Preacher said smiling and tipping her head up and meeting her lips with his own, pulling her close again, exploring her again, and enjoying her again. As they parted Preacher let his hand catch hers, the newsprint mingling on their fingers, binding them together.
Disclaimer: See chapter One
Author's Notes: LOOK OH MY GODS! ITS AN UPDATE!! -Shock- Wee!
Cards on:
The Weather: Its Confusleing me…..
Shout Outs:
Falco: Why is Spot evil? He's just an idiot whose used to getting what he wants. He isn't evil. And if he is you'll be "entertaining" evil…
Gypsy: This work??? Well??? -prods-
Tiger: Uh hun, the story can't breath….
Raeghann: LOOKIE! MORE MORE MORE!! You got your wish!
Bailey: I'm glad you luffled it I luffled it too!
