Sorry, no Chapter Three.
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Brooklyn's Heart
"Reality Dreams"
CH 4
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It was late into the night and there was no way she was falling asleep. Kayla lay there thinking about that day. She did indeed make it clear to Spot that she wasn't going to be his next "new" girl. Yet as hard has she tried, Kayla was falling for him and fast. She didn't want to admit but how could she not? He was a true gentleman around her that day, well after he got over his annoying trait, was also too damn sexy.
Throughout the day, Spot would steal glances at her and when she caught him, he would smile that god be damned smile of his and admit defeat. He would brush her arm, tickling it almost when he would walk by. At times when they were talking to each other, he would reach up and brush her hair back behind her ear. Kayla was sure she would die of all the things he was doing to her. Every glance, and every smile made her almost collapse to the ground due to sudden weak knees. And, oh, how much she wanted the kiss that she refused. What if he's just leading me on? Kayla thought. What if this is all a joke to him? She rolled over on to her side and threw the pillow at the wall. She did not want to be led on only just to be hurt. Life was meant for joy, and growth, not pain and suffering. She had enough of that in her life.
After a moment staring in the window Kayla realized someone was there. She gasped.
Spot Conlon was crouching by the window and was staring back at her.
Kayla jumped up and opened the window letting him in. She then realized she was only wearing her over sized shirt and underwear. Though, it did go down to her mid-thighs, she still felt naked. It was a long sleeve shirt that was a dirty white color.
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(A/N think of Jack's shirt when they were singing "Seize the Day Chorale" without his suspenders on yet.)
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Kayla stepped back with a hand covering her fast beating heart as he crawled in, confusion showed in her bright honey eyes. But, still filled with much misunderstanding, her body felt electrified that he was actually here, in her room, late at night, and oh, how she felt so much elation at that thought.
Spot stood up and finally realized what she was wearing. It made him stop dead in his tracks. He looked her body up and down and then saw the tint of blush on her face.
He laughed as she glanced up, blushing even more. She played with the hem of the shirt while the nervousness and embarrassment settled in.
"Um." Kayla cleared her throat, "Uh. Why did- why'd ya come Spot?" She slightly stumbled over her words praying to the god's nothing worse could happen. Her eyes tried to stay still, but with him being so close and so alone with her, she couldn't help but glance anxiously around.
"I was in the neighborhood and thought I had time to visit Jack." Spot said.
Oh, Jack, just peachy king. Kayla said to herself, slightly put down. She thought, she hoped, prayed really, that something could happen different between them now. Perhaps feeling could- it didn't matter now. She was just wrong.
"And I wanted to see you." He whispered softly.
Kayla looked up at him. He was giving her a serious face with a look of desire in his blue eyes. He advanced slowly upon her and Kayla retreated till her back hit the wall with a small thud. She had a minor look of shock on her face but it was overpowered by the longing in her eyes.
Spot slowly raised his hand and caressed the side of her face gently. Kayla then sighed, closing her eyes leisurely, and pressed her face into his hand. He brought up his other hand and slid it to the nape of her neck. He, with a sleek unhurried speed, closed the gape between them and hovered his lips over her mouth. He slowly whispered, "I'll always be here for you." And closed the space between them, lightly brushing his lips to hers.
Kayla woke up gasping.
She looked around trying to focus, trying to remember where she was. The dream came back to her and she remembered what it was about. She blushed a deep crimson red and nervously wiped her sweating forehead.
Kayla couldn't believe she dreamed that. It would have to be a while before she confronted him, or it was going to be awkward. And it was only just a damn touch of the lips and she still felt like burning with pleasure. God, she was easy.
Kayla smacked her head; she realized was selling papes with him today! She fell back to the bed with an exasperated sigh.
It was going to be a long day, indeed.
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Brooklyn's Heart
"Promises"
Ch 5
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Spot was walking down the Brooklyn Bridge, whistling, twirling his cane around. He had his other hand in his pockets while looking at the ocean view. The golden sunrise reminded him of Kayla's honey eyes and he couldn't bring himself to glance away.
Ok, he'll admit it. He was thinking about Kayla again. But it seemed as if she was always invading his thoughts, though, come to think of it, he sure as hell didn't mind. She was tough, like one of the guys and that was what he needed with his job. Not some stuck- up lass who depended only on her father's money. Kayla knew what it was like to be lower class; she was like him, even though he didn't want to admit it.
So Spot knew why he wouldn't give up on her. They belonged to each other. Also, he saw the way Kayla looked at him when she thought she wasn't being caught. Besides all the pain he saw, she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Though, he had to prove it.
And he would, oh god, he would. She was for once in her life actually going to feel wanted.
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Kayla woke up early that morning, surprisingly early after so little sleep. She ran into one of the empty shower stalls and took a warm shower, before the boys could. She got out and dressed in her black pants and a white long sleeved shirt that was tight in the right places and then floated out around her waist.
She took out a white ribbon from her pocket and tied her brown tresses away from her face. She tied her shoes on and waited by the stairs for the boys to get up and start selling their newspapers. Kayla did promise she was going to sell with Spot but didn't want to seem to eager to if she was early.
About a half an hour later the boys and Kayla walked out of the lodging house and down to the newspapers building. Race was talking to Kayla and Crutchy about a new location that was guaranteed to sell all their papes. As they were about to pass inside the gate, Kayla recognized a face and smiled.
Spot was waiting for her, leaning against the wall and already had her papers waiting for her. He smiled also and began walking over to her. Kayla excused herself and met him half way. She suspected there would at least be awkwardness around them, but that wasn't until she saw his smile; there was no need to worry.
"Hiya Pretty Face."
"Hey Spot."
They stood there, looking at each other for a moment, mesmerizing their faces, recalling on the thoughts they had about each other.
"Well, come on now. We gots to sell these fast, cause I got something to show you later." Spot said, smiling crookedly, holding a tint of mysteriousness in his voice.
"Spot. Tell me." Kayla said amusingly, folding her arms on her chest. She placed one foot to her side and leaned on the other foot. Was this man really real? Sigh.
"Nopes. It's a secret, I can't tell you." Spot winked at her and they began walking down the street. "Well..I could, but I won't."
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Kayla had about 2 more papers to sell and was thinking about asking the rich couple walking down the street when Spot told her,
"You know, you look beautiful today, Duchess."
Her pinks lips gasped lightly as she realized what he said. She sheepishly smiled looking down. But..even though it was indeed sweet of him to say it..why did he? First of all, he never called her Duchess before and then he complimented her in the very same breath. Was he all right? she thought. Kayla looked up at him and laughed. Spot's cheeks were almost tinted a pinkish color and she knew he was embarrassed for what he said.
She whispered "Thank you." and basked in the silence that followed. It was better than saying anything that could embarrass herself also.
Spot silently scolded himself. He knew she liked the compliment but he couldn't understand why he was shy about something so easy to do Usually with any girl he could fly through about 20 flattering remarks within the hour and not have a second breath about it He answered himself quietly: she 's different, not like those other girls.
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"Come on, come on now." Spot laughed. He was pulling her through some curtains.
Kayla was laughing also, relishing in the feeling of Spot holding her hand. "Where are we going, Spot?" she asked. He had blindfolded her from a street and took her into a building and had been steering her through many doors and hallways.
"You'll see, my impatient one. You'll see." Spot pulled back a curtain and made her stand in the middle of the room.
"Stay here, and don't take it off yet goil."
"Yes mother, of course."
"Yes, the-she-that-could-not-be-controlled obeys. What is the world-"
"Ha ha. Funny. Hurry up Brooklyn."
Spot walked to the side of the room chuckling and flipped a couple of switches and the lights turned on all over the room. He strolled beck over to her and slowly removed the blindfold and stepped back.
Kayla gasped. She was standing in the back of a theater with no one else in the room except them. But what surprised her the most was the setting on the stage.
A picnic was placed in the center of it for two. Candles were glowing all around the stage and a basket full of food was placed in the middle of a blanket.
Spot smiled at her and took her hand, leading to the stage. As they got nearer to it, Kayla realized there was red and white petals scattered across the floor. They matched the color of the candles and the blanket. A red pillow was placed at one side of the blanket and a white pillow was placed at the other end. She was glad she happened to match the decor then realized Spot was wearing a red plaid shirt. Kayla smiled at the coincidence of it all.
He guided her to the white pillow and slowly pushed her down till she sat. He moved to sit on the red pillow and opened the basket.
Kayla was aghast. "Spot. What... why?" she stuttered whispering, not knowing where to begin.
"Because I wanted ta treat ya good tonight. Because I wanna show ya how a lady should be treated, and to show ya how different you are from other girls." He said softly looking at her while handing her a plate of food and sweets.
Kayla smiled sweetly. He was being so good to her, so good, there was no way this was a joke. She took her plate and looked down at it; she gasped. The food he had was very expensive; no way a Newsie would be able to get their hands on this. How? She looked at him and voiced her thoughts.
Spot laughed and winked at her. "I've got my ways."
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They talked, they laughed and they joked around. While they began on the desserts, Spot said something funny about Kayla. She laughed, about bite into a strawberry but instead got an idea. She chucked it at Spot in the chest.
He mockingly gasped and looked up. There was a look of shock on his face but also amusement. He watched her with an eyebrow raised and a glint of mysteriousness and slowly reached for the plate. Kayla reached out to block and said 'no' repeatedly, but Spot had attained them and threw one back at her.
Kayla laughed and backed up when her hand fell upon the something soft. She looked up at him with a very sweet smile and swung the white pillow at him. He ducked it and grabbed his own red pillow and said, "Ooh, yer in trouble now, Pretty Faces!" Kayla saw his advances; she jumped up and backed away. Spot kept coming after her and so she stood her ground and swung at thin air. He came up and swung at her. So then begun the blowout pillow fight.
All through the auditorium you could hear mild threats, a few oomfs, and the non-stop laughter.
Kayla swung at Spot and hit him on his side. She jumped up and down shouting, "Yes! Round 1 to Kay---" Spot tackled her, taking her fully by surprise.
They landed with a soft thud. Spot threw his pillow to the side and tried grabbing her flaying hands. He was finally was able to grasp her wrists after a while and held them in, shaking them till her pillow fell out of the way. They watched each other, laughing, not able to get enough breath. Slowly, the laughs died down to only heavy pants.
The mood changed. They felt it was time for importance, play time over. Well, they could still play.
"Now, where have I seen this before?" Kayla said softly. Spot was again pinning her hands behind her head with her laying flat on her back. He was riding astride her, smiling that bedazzling smile of his.
"Yeah," Spot whispered. He leaned down on his left arm, bringing himself more on top of her. His right hand came up, brushing a tress from her face and continued rubbing her cheek with the back of his knuckles.
They watched each other's eyes for a moment. Then, realizing that they both did indeed want this, Spot lowered his mouth to her lips. One kiss, two, three. They were as soft as butterflies, and Kayla wanted more. She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down into a long kiss.
She tastes like dark, sweet honey. That thought was the first of many in Spot's mind. He put one hand at her waist and rubbed it gently and the other hand was used for bracing himself up. It was his turn to want more. Spot licked her lips, asking permission to enter, which she pleasurably agreed to. He slipped it in, and their tongues dueled together.
It was some time later, after they calmed down enough, they stopped due to lack of air to breath. They panted heavily again, but obviously now from a different reason.
"I tolds ya you were different from the other girls." Spot said after a minute. He licked his lips, hinting about what he meant. Her checks showed a tint of red as she buried her face in his neck. Spot laughed and held her closer. He rolled on his side so they were facing each other. Their legs intertwined together and they kissed lightly one more time before settling back down again.
"Well, that was fun." Spot said laughing lightly. Kayla laughed and she felt her face start getting warm again. She hoped he didn't see it yet again, so she grabbed his shirt with her hands and covered her face in his neck. Spot laughed again and wrapped his arms around her, whispering in her ear, "Have I ever told ya how you look cute when ya turn red?"
Kayla lightly pounded her fist against his chest, feeling even more embarrassed.
They laid there together, content in just holding each other. They were lost both in their own thoughts, thinking of things, mainly each other. Though Kayla had to know an answer to a question that had been in her mind for sometime now.
She whispered it, uncertainly plain in her voice, "Am I going to be another one? Are you gonna leave me next week?"
Spot looked sharply at her and took her face in his hands. He shook his head intensely and said with emotion, "No, there is no chance in me leaving you. If I have a say about it, you're never going to leave my side."
"Do you promise?"
"I know this is one promise I'm going to keep."
Spot leaned forward and kissed her fiercely. In the back of her mind Kayla knew she should have been scared, but surprisingly, this moment was the answer she was waiting for.
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Brooklyn's Heart
"Reality Dreams"
CH 4
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It was late into the night and there was no way she was falling asleep. Kayla lay there thinking about that day. She did indeed make it clear to Spot that she wasn't going to be his next "new" girl. Yet as hard has she tried, Kayla was falling for him and fast. She didn't want to admit but how could she not? He was a true gentleman around her that day, well after he got over his annoying trait, was also too damn sexy.
Throughout the day, Spot would steal glances at her and when she caught him, he would smile that god be damned smile of his and admit defeat. He would brush her arm, tickling it almost when he would walk by. At times when they were talking to each other, he would reach up and brush her hair back behind her ear. Kayla was sure she would die of all the things he was doing to her. Every glance, and every smile made her almost collapse to the ground due to sudden weak knees. And, oh, how much she wanted the kiss that she refused. What if he's just leading me on? Kayla thought. What if this is all a joke to him? She rolled over on to her side and threw the pillow at the wall. She did not want to be led on only just to be hurt. Life was meant for joy, and growth, not pain and suffering. She had enough of that in her life.
After a moment staring in the window Kayla realized someone was there. She gasped.
Spot Conlon was crouching by the window and was staring back at her.
Kayla jumped up and opened the window letting him in. She then realized she was only wearing her over sized shirt and underwear. Though, it did go down to her mid-thighs, she still felt naked. It was a long sleeve shirt that was a dirty white color.
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(A/N think of Jack's shirt when they were singing "Seize the Day Chorale" without his suspenders on yet.)
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Kayla stepped back with a hand covering her fast beating heart as he crawled in, confusion showed in her bright honey eyes. But, still filled with much misunderstanding, her body felt electrified that he was actually here, in her room, late at night, and oh, how she felt so much elation at that thought.
Spot stood up and finally realized what she was wearing. It made him stop dead in his tracks. He looked her body up and down and then saw the tint of blush on her face.
He laughed as she glanced up, blushing even more. She played with the hem of the shirt while the nervousness and embarrassment settled in.
"Um." Kayla cleared her throat, "Uh. Why did- why'd ya come Spot?" She slightly stumbled over her words praying to the god's nothing worse could happen. Her eyes tried to stay still, but with him being so close and so alone with her, she couldn't help but glance anxiously around.
"I was in the neighborhood and thought I had time to visit Jack." Spot said.
Oh, Jack, just peachy king. Kayla said to herself, slightly put down. She thought, she hoped, prayed really, that something could happen different between them now. Perhaps feeling could- it didn't matter now. She was just wrong.
"And I wanted to see you." He whispered softly.
Kayla looked up at him. He was giving her a serious face with a look of desire in his blue eyes. He advanced slowly upon her and Kayla retreated till her back hit the wall with a small thud. She had a minor look of shock on her face but it was overpowered by the longing in her eyes.
Spot slowly raised his hand and caressed the side of her face gently. Kayla then sighed, closing her eyes leisurely, and pressed her face into his hand. He brought up his other hand and slid it to the nape of her neck. He, with a sleek unhurried speed, closed the gape between them and hovered his lips over her mouth. He slowly whispered, "I'll always be here for you." And closed the space between them, lightly brushing his lips to hers.
Kayla woke up gasping.
She looked around trying to focus, trying to remember where she was. The dream came back to her and she remembered what it was about. She blushed a deep crimson red and nervously wiped her sweating forehead.
Kayla couldn't believe she dreamed that. It would have to be a while before she confronted him, or it was going to be awkward. And it was only just a damn touch of the lips and she still felt like burning with pleasure. God, she was easy.
Kayla smacked her head; she realized was selling papes with him today! She fell back to the bed with an exasperated sigh.
It was going to be a long day, indeed.
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Brooklyn's Heart
"Promises"
Ch 5
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Spot was walking down the Brooklyn Bridge, whistling, twirling his cane around. He had his other hand in his pockets while looking at the ocean view. The golden sunrise reminded him of Kayla's honey eyes and he couldn't bring himself to glance away.
Ok, he'll admit it. He was thinking about Kayla again. But it seemed as if she was always invading his thoughts, though, come to think of it, he sure as hell didn't mind. She was tough, like one of the guys and that was what he needed with his job. Not some stuck- up lass who depended only on her father's money. Kayla knew what it was like to be lower class; she was like him, even though he didn't want to admit it.
So Spot knew why he wouldn't give up on her. They belonged to each other. Also, he saw the way Kayla looked at him when she thought she wasn't being caught. Besides all the pain he saw, she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Though, he had to prove it.
And he would, oh god, he would. She was for once in her life actually going to feel wanted.
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Kayla woke up early that morning, surprisingly early after so little sleep. She ran into one of the empty shower stalls and took a warm shower, before the boys could. She got out and dressed in her black pants and a white long sleeved shirt that was tight in the right places and then floated out around her waist.
She took out a white ribbon from her pocket and tied her brown tresses away from her face. She tied her shoes on and waited by the stairs for the boys to get up and start selling their newspapers. Kayla did promise she was going to sell with Spot but didn't want to seem to eager to if she was early.
About a half an hour later the boys and Kayla walked out of the lodging house and down to the newspapers building. Race was talking to Kayla and Crutchy about a new location that was guaranteed to sell all their papes. As they were about to pass inside the gate, Kayla recognized a face and smiled.
Spot was waiting for her, leaning against the wall and already had her papers waiting for her. He smiled also and began walking over to her. Kayla excused herself and met him half way. She suspected there would at least be awkwardness around them, but that wasn't until she saw his smile; there was no need to worry.
"Hiya Pretty Face."
"Hey Spot."
They stood there, looking at each other for a moment, mesmerizing their faces, recalling on the thoughts they had about each other.
"Well, come on now. We gots to sell these fast, cause I got something to show you later." Spot said, smiling crookedly, holding a tint of mysteriousness in his voice.
"Spot. Tell me." Kayla said amusingly, folding her arms on her chest. She placed one foot to her side and leaned on the other foot. Was this man really real? Sigh.
"Nopes. It's a secret, I can't tell you." Spot winked at her and they began walking down the street. "Well..I could, but I won't."
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Kayla had about 2 more papers to sell and was thinking about asking the rich couple walking down the street when Spot told her,
"You know, you look beautiful today, Duchess."
Her pinks lips gasped lightly as she realized what he said. She sheepishly smiled looking down. But..even though it was indeed sweet of him to say it..why did he? First of all, he never called her Duchess before and then he complimented her in the very same breath. Was he all right? she thought. Kayla looked up at him and laughed. Spot's cheeks were almost tinted a pinkish color and she knew he was embarrassed for what he said.
She whispered "Thank you." and basked in the silence that followed. It was better than saying anything that could embarrass herself also.
Spot silently scolded himself. He knew she liked the compliment but he couldn't understand why he was shy about something so easy to do Usually with any girl he could fly through about 20 flattering remarks within the hour and not have a second breath about it He answered himself quietly: she 's different, not like those other girls.
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"Come on, come on now." Spot laughed. He was pulling her through some curtains.
Kayla was laughing also, relishing in the feeling of Spot holding her hand. "Where are we going, Spot?" she asked. He had blindfolded her from a street and took her into a building and had been steering her through many doors and hallways.
"You'll see, my impatient one. You'll see." Spot pulled back a curtain and made her stand in the middle of the room.
"Stay here, and don't take it off yet goil."
"Yes mother, of course."
"Yes, the-she-that-could-not-be-controlled obeys. What is the world-"
"Ha ha. Funny. Hurry up Brooklyn."
Spot walked to the side of the room chuckling and flipped a couple of switches and the lights turned on all over the room. He strolled beck over to her and slowly removed the blindfold and stepped back.
Kayla gasped. She was standing in the back of a theater with no one else in the room except them. But what surprised her the most was the setting on the stage.
A picnic was placed in the center of it for two. Candles were glowing all around the stage and a basket full of food was placed in the middle of a blanket.
Spot smiled at her and took her hand, leading to the stage. As they got nearer to it, Kayla realized there was red and white petals scattered across the floor. They matched the color of the candles and the blanket. A red pillow was placed at one side of the blanket and a white pillow was placed at the other end. She was glad she happened to match the decor then realized Spot was wearing a red plaid shirt. Kayla smiled at the coincidence of it all.
He guided her to the white pillow and slowly pushed her down till she sat. He moved to sit on the red pillow and opened the basket.
Kayla was aghast. "Spot. What... why?" she stuttered whispering, not knowing where to begin.
"Because I wanted ta treat ya good tonight. Because I wanna show ya how a lady should be treated, and to show ya how different you are from other girls." He said softly looking at her while handing her a plate of food and sweets.
Kayla smiled sweetly. He was being so good to her, so good, there was no way this was a joke. She took her plate and looked down at it; she gasped. The food he had was very expensive; no way a Newsie would be able to get their hands on this. How? She looked at him and voiced her thoughts.
Spot laughed and winked at her. "I've got my ways."
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They talked, they laughed and they joked around. While they began on the desserts, Spot said something funny about Kayla. She laughed, about bite into a strawberry but instead got an idea. She chucked it at Spot in the chest.
He mockingly gasped and looked up. There was a look of shock on his face but also amusement. He watched her with an eyebrow raised and a glint of mysteriousness and slowly reached for the plate. Kayla reached out to block and said 'no' repeatedly, but Spot had attained them and threw one back at her.
Kayla laughed and backed up when her hand fell upon the something soft. She looked up at him with a very sweet smile and swung the white pillow at him. He ducked it and grabbed his own red pillow and said, "Ooh, yer in trouble now, Pretty Faces!" Kayla saw his advances; she jumped up and backed away. Spot kept coming after her and so she stood her ground and swung at thin air. He came up and swung at her. So then begun the blowout pillow fight.
All through the auditorium you could hear mild threats, a few oomfs, and the non-stop laughter.
Kayla swung at Spot and hit him on his side. She jumped up and down shouting, "Yes! Round 1 to Kay---" Spot tackled her, taking her fully by surprise.
They landed with a soft thud. Spot threw his pillow to the side and tried grabbing her flaying hands. He was finally was able to grasp her wrists after a while and held them in, shaking them till her pillow fell out of the way. They watched each other, laughing, not able to get enough breath. Slowly, the laughs died down to only heavy pants.
The mood changed. They felt it was time for importance, play time over. Well, they could still play.
"Now, where have I seen this before?" Kayla said softly. Spot was again pinning her hands behind her head with her laying flat on her back. He was riding astride her, smiling that bedazzling smile of his.
"Yeah," Spot whispered. He leaned down on his left arm, bringing himself more on top of her. His right hand came up, brushing a tress from her face and continued rubbing her cheek with the back of his knuckles.
They watched each other's eyes for a moment. Then, realizing that they both did indeed want this, Spot lowered his mouth to her lips. One kiss, two, three. They were as soft as butterflies, and Kayla wanted more. She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down into a long kiss.
She tastes like dark, sweet honey. That thought was the first of many in Spot's mind. He put one hand at her waist and rubbed it gently and the other hand was used for bracing himself up. It was his turn to want more. Spot licked her lips, asking permission to enter, which she pleasurably agreed to. He slipped it in, and their tongues dueled together.
It was some time later, after they calmed down enough, they stopped due to lack of air to breath. They panted heavily again, but obviously now from a different reason.
"I tolds ya you were different from the other girls." Spot said after a minute. He licked his lips, hinting about what he meant. Her checks showed a tint of red as she buried her face in his neck. Spot laughed and held her closer. He rolled on his side so they were facing each other. Their legs intertwined together and they kissed lightly one more time before settling back down again.
"Well, that was fun." Spot said laughing lightly. Kayla laughed and she felt her face start getting warm again. She hoped he didn't see it yet again, so she grabbed his shirt with her hands and covered her face in his neck. Spot laughed again and wrapped his arms around her, whispering in her ear, "Have I ever told ya how you look cute when ya turn red?"
Kayla lightly pounded her fist against his chest, feeling even more embarrassed.
They laid there together, content in just holding each other. They were lost both in their own thoughts, thinking of things, mainly each other. Though Kayla had to know an answer to a question that had been in her mind for sometime now.
She whispered it, uncertainly plain in her voice, "Am I going to be another one? Are you gonna leave me next week?"
Spot looked sharply at her and took her face in his hands. He shook his head intensely and said with emotion, "No, there is no chance in me leaving you. If I have a say about it, you're never going to leave my side."
"Do you promise?"
"I know this is one promise I'm going to keep."
Spot leaned forward and kissed her fiercely. In the back of her mind Kayla knew she should have been scared, but surprisingly, this moment was the answer she was waiting for.
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