Brooklyn's Heart
"Cheatin"
CH 13
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Brooklyn Newsboy Lodge House
12pm at night.
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"You're cheatin."
"Am not."
"Yea, you are."
"Yea, Spot, your goil's cheatin'."
Kayla growled. She was again playing a poker game, but this time it was with the Brooklyn newsies. Games with these certain newsboys were quite different from other poker games but they had promised they'd go easy on Kayla, expecting she didn't know what she was doing. But when Kayla gradually started winning the rounds, they stopped being 'Mr. Nice Guys' and had to work to at least keep their money. So, knowing they were playing with a girl that just happened to be somewhat winning, Kayla started looking suspicious.
"Why is it so hard to believe that I ain't cheatin and that I'm just good?"
"Because you're not good, you're just cheatin'."
Kayla looked over to the newsie sitting across from her and narrowed her eyes, shaking a finger at him. "Watch it there, Rigids. Don't let that pretty mouth of your get too far ahead of yourself. Ya don't know what kinds of mood I'll be in when I get there."
All the newsies began laughing. It was strange at first, having a girl play poker with them, but Spot shook his head and said, "Watch yerself." when they started making fun of her playing. They also noted how Spot wasn't really himself in this game. Usually he would place all his money out and play hard in every round, but oddly, he kept most of him money and just watched them play less than whole-heartedly.
They have no idea what they're getting into. Spot grinned at that thought. Kayla, surprisingly had a poker face, and it wasn't like usual hard faced, cold eye look everyone usually had. Her face was innocent as an angel. She smiled sweetly at them every time she got new cards, and from time to time she would wink at one of the newsies, acting as if everything in the world was fine.
Spot knew what was up her sleeve, knew his boys were going to be quite poor by the end of the night.
"There, Royal Flush." Kayla said, laying down her cards, which was a followed by a handful of gasps and groans. She smirked, reaching forward and pulling the pile of money back towards herself. Inwardly she was thanking the gods she learned how to play poker when she was little. Her dad's best friends were the best of poker players and had taught her well.
Thanks to Mr. Waldin. But once his memory came to mind, Kayla froze, trying to blink it away. He wasn't related to her, but he himself brought back terrible memories.
Spot had seen the sadness pass through Kayla's eyes even though everyone was busy, muttering to themselves, asking one or the other how'd she do that.
Spot frowned, not liking the fact that he didn't know Kayla's past or why she would hide about it, changing the subject every time. Most of all, he didn't like how she would start crying when she'd have these so called reminiscences or especially hated how she would question if he'd stay or not. He didn't know what was going on, but soon he would find out, soon.
Kayla looked all around the room smiling, looking like a kid being rewarded with a treat, for the newsies were cheering her on, clapping her on the back, praising her, for she had beat them all, even beat Spot Conlon, their King of poker.
"Greats job, Duchess."
"Ha, did all ya see that? She was pullin all ya guys on a string the whole time and then she kicked your ass's."
"Ahh, shut-up Meow, or we'll kick your ass."
"Like to see you try."
"Oh, yea, watch-"
"Man, she did kick our ass's."
"Yea, where'd ya learn to play like that, Duchess?"
Kayla stopped, her smile slowly faded. She franticly looked for a way to answer this, without hurting herself by remembering her past. But unfortunately she had no idea what to say. She couldn't say anything about him, for her father would be brought up, and if she was able to say that much, Spot would take this as an opportunity and try to find out more. She coughed nervously and looked around.
All of this in Kayla's head only happened in a matter as seconds, not long enough for the newsboys to notice, all except for their leader Spot, knowing which emotions represented which in Kayla's eyes. And this one he did not like. He had to say something and change the subject, fast.
As quickly as the question was even stated, Spot hastily stood up and placed his hands on Kayla's shoulders. Kayla gratefully looked up at him.
"Ok, I think it's late and we should gets some rest."
Everyone awed, shaking their head 'no', acting like little children wanting to stay up.
"All ya guys go to bed, now." Spot said grinning, pointing his finger at them. The newsies grudgingly all got up and climbed the stairs, some muttering, and some mumbling meaningless threats.
Spot and Kayla sat at the poker table across from each other, just thinking to themselves. Spot was about to say something but before he could one of the newsboys turned around asked raising his eyebrows suggestively, "So, where Duchess gonna sleep, eh Boss?"
All the newsies behind him turned around and came back to stand by the railing, leaning on it. They all began snickering, understanding why the newsie had asked that. They wanted to see if their Leader was going to get 'some'.
Meow stepped up to the crowd, pushing aside some boys and stood up to the railing and said, "Well, ya could stay in my room, Kayla, but I'd expect Spot would want you to his self." All of them started laughing and Spot raised his hand, waving them away, laughing to him self also.
"Ha, ha. Go to bed." He said, with mock enthusiasm. They all started making kissy lip faces, singing immature children rhymes. Though when Spot stood up, raising a fist, they immediately disappeared into the bunkrooms, laughing.
Spot sat back down, grinning, shaking his head. He looked up to see Kayla laughing to her self, though the thing that he noticed the most was the red blush on her cheeks. Kayla glanced up at him, but shyly looked back down to the table. He leaned back in his chair, laughing, and held his hand out to her and said, "Come here my pretty face."
Without looking up, still bashfully smiling, Kayla stood up and hurriedly made her way around the table and sat in Spot's lap, burying her face in his shoulder. Spot wrapped his arms around her body, laughing quietly, rocking her back and forth.
They stayed like that, silently holding each other, thinking on recent events, both just happy to be together. Spot leaned down to Kayla's ear and whispered, "So, were ya really cheatin, pretty face?"
Spot started laughing, and leaned back in his chair, trying not to get hit for Kayla had shot up, sitting straight and happened to start playfully hitting Spot. Kayla was humorously acting outraged and said, "Spot! How could you think that? Me cheatin? Never-"
Kayla immediately stopped fighting, for a pair of lips had rudely interrupted her. She gradually melted into Spot's arms, loving the way they felt, all warm and strong. They kissed tenderly for a couple of minutes, just sharing butterfly kisses.
But, as always, the passion doubled over through the minutes and both ended up wanting more. Spot moved his mouth down to her neck and began kissing her there, for he knew by now, that was where Kayla was most sensitive so far and loved it the most.
Kayla gasped, for Spot had gently bit her and began sucking, leaving his marks on her collarbone. Kayla had enough of this and pulled Spot's lips up to hers and kissed him hard. Both dueled with their tongues, trying to taste the addiction in each other's mouth they had come to love. Spot's hands dragged themselves roughly over her sides and back, feeling the hot skin under her shirt. They stopped for a second for the necessity of air but returned just as hard and breathless back to each other's lips. Kayla's hands buried themselves in Spot's hair, tenderly playing with the blond hair.
After a while, Spot moved back to her neck, biting, sucking, and all together giving Kayla mild pleasure. Minutes and minutes passed by before Kayla tried to get Spot's attention.
"Spot?" She asked breathlessly. She had to call his name a couple of times before Spot mumbled nonchalantly.
"Spot....we....um...we need to um-" Kayla couldn't remember what she was going to say; Spot was being quite a distraction at her neck. But she gathered up all her will power and said after a deep intake of air, "Spot, we need to stop soon."
Spot froze for a second but continued sucking on her neck. But when Kayla growled, Spot knew she expected an answer. Just as breathless as Kayla, he stated between kisses, "I...don't believe...you. Do you...want me to?"
Kayla had to think of this for a while as Spot went on still with his biting. Did she really want to stop this or let it go farther? Kayla sat there debating, with her head back, and hands grabbing fistfuls of the back of Spot's shirt. As Kayla opened her mouth to reply Spot had already made the decision, and placed his mouth back on hers. Kayla moaned into the kiss when she felt Spot's tongue enter her mouth. Though, she gasped, feeling surprised when she felt Spot lift her up. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his hard waist, and held tighter around his neck as she was guided down the hall towards Spot's room.
Spot kicked the door shut, and it wasn't opened till morning.
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"Cheatin"
CH 13
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Brooklyn Newsboy Lodge House
12pm at night.
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"You're cheatin."
"Am not."
"Yea, you are."
"Yea, Spot, your goil's cheatin'."
Kayla growled. She was again playing a poker game, but this time it was with the Brooklyn newsies. Games with these certain newsboys were quite different from other poker games but they had promised they'd go easy on Kayla, expecting she didn't know what she was doing. But when Kayla gradually started winning the rounds, they stopped being 'Mr. Nice Guys' and had to work to at least keep their money. So, knowing they were playing with a girl that just happened to be somewhat winning, Kayla started looking suspicious.
"Why is it so hard to believe that I ain't cheatin and that I'm just good?"
"Because you're not good, you're just cheatin'."
Kayla looked over to the newsie sitting across from her and narrowed her eyes, shaking a finger at him. "Watch it there, Rigids. Don't let that pretty mouth of your get too far ahead of yourself. Ya don't know what kinds of mood I'll be in when I get there."
All the newsies began laughing. It was strange at first, having a girl play poker with them, but Spot shook his head and said, "Watch yerself." when they started making fun of her playing. They also noted how Spot wasn't really himself in this game. Usually he would place all his money out and play hard in every round, but oddly, he kept most of him money and just watched them play less than whole-heartedly.
They have no idea what they're getting into. Spot grinned at that thought. Kayla, surprisingly had a poker face, and it wasn't like usual hard faced, cold eye look everyone usually had. Her face was innocent as an angel. She smiled sweetly at them every time she got new cards, and from time to time she would wink at one of the newsies, acting as if everything in the world was fine.
Spot knew what was up her sleeve, knew his boys were going to be quite poor by the end of the night.
"There, Royal Flush." Kayla said, laying down her cards, which was a followed by a handful of gasps and groans. She smirked, reaching forward and pulling the pile of money back towards herself. Inwardly she was thanking the gods she learned how to play poker when she was little. Her dad's best friends were the best of poker players and had taught her well.
Thanks to Mr. Waldin. But once his memory came to mind, Kayla froze, trying to blink it away. He wasn't related to her, but he himself brought back terrible memories.
Spot had seen the sadness pass through Kayla's eyes even though everyone was busy, muttering to themselves, asking one or the other how'd she do that.
Spot frowned, not liking the fact that he didn't know Kayla's past or why she would hide about it, changing the subject every time. Most of all, he didn't like how she would start crying when she'd have these so called reminiscences or especially hated how she would question if he'd stay or not. He didn't know what was going on, but soon he would find out, soon.
Kayla looked all around the room smiling, looking like a kid being rewarded with a treat, for the newsies were cheering her on, clapping her on the back, praising her, for she had beat them all, even beat Spot Conlon, their King of poker.
"Greats job, Duchess."
"Ha, did all ya see that? She was pullin all ya guys on a string the whole time and then she kicked your ass's."
"Ahh, shut-up Meow, or we'll kick your ass."
"Like to see you try."
"Oh, yea, watch-"
"Man, she did kick our ass's."
"Yea, where'd ya learn to play like that, Duchess?"
Kayla stopped, her smile slowly faded. She franticly looked for a way to answer this, without hurting herself by remembering her past. But unfortunately she had no idea what to say. She couldn't say anything about him, for her father would be brought up, and if she was able to say that much, Spot would take this as an opportunity and try to find out more. She coughed nervously and looked around.
All of this in Kayla's head only happened in a matter as seconds, not long enough for the newsboys to notice, all except for their leader Spot, knowing which emotions represented which in Kayla's eyes. And this one he did not like. He had to say something and change the subject, fast.
As quickly as the question was even stated, Spot hastily stood up and placed his hands on Kayla's shoulders. Kayla gratefully looked up at him.
"Ok, I think it's late and we should gets some rest."
Everyone awed, shaking their head 'no', acting like little children wanting to stay up.
"All ya guys go to bed, now." Spot said grinning, pointing his finger at them. The newsies grudgingly all got up and climbed the stairs, some muttering, and some mumbling meaningless threats.
Spot and Kayla sat at the poker table across from each other, just thinking to themselves. Spot was about to say something but before he could one of the newsboys turned around asked raising his eyebrows suggestively, "So, where Duchess gonna sleep, eh Boss?"
All the newsies behind him turned around and came back to stand by the railing, leaning on it. They all began snickering, understanding why the newsie had asked that. They wanted to see if their Leader was going to get 'some'.
Meow stepped up to the crowd, pushing aside some boys and stood up to the railing and said, "Well, ya could stay in my room, Kayla, but I'd expect Spot would want you to his self." All of them started laughing and Spot raised his hand, waving them away, laughing to him self also.
"Ha, ha. Go to bed." He said, with mock enthusiasm. They all started making kissy lip faces, singing immature children rhymes. Though when Spot stood up, raising a fist, they immediately disappeared into the bunkrooms, laughing.
Spot sat back down, grinning, shaking his head. He looked up to see Kayla laughing to her self, though the thing that he noticed the most was the red blush on her cheeks. Kayla glanced up at him, but shyly looked back down to the table. He leaned back in his chair, laughing, and held his hand out to her and said, "Come here my pretty face."
Without looking up, still bashfully smiling, Kayla stood up and hurriedly made her way around the table and sat in Spot's lap, burying her face in his shoulder. Spot wrapped his arms around her body, laughing quietly, rocking her back and forth.
They stayed like that, silently holding each other, thinking on recent events, both just happy to be together. Spot leaned down to Kayla's ear and whispered, "So, were ya really cheatin, pretty face?"
Spot started laughing, and leaned back in his chair, trying not to get hit for Kayla had shot up, sitting straight and happened to start playfully hitting Spot. Kayla was humorously acting outraged and said, "Spot! How could you think that? Me cheatin? Never-"
Kayla immediately stopped fighting, for a pair of lips had rudely interrupted her. She gradually melted into Spot's arms, loving the way they felt, all warm and strong. They kissed tenderly for a couple of minutes, just sharing butterfly kisses.
But, as always, the passion doubled over through the minutes and both ended up wanting more. Spot moved his mouth down to her neck and began kissing her there, for he knew by now, that was where Kayla was most sensitive so far and loved it the most.
Kayla gasped, for Spot had gently bit her and began sucking, leaving his marks on her collarbone. Kayla had enough of this and pulled Spot's lips up to hers and kissed him hard. Both dueled with their tongues, trying to taste the addiction in each other's mouth they had come to love. Spot's hands dragged themselves roughly over her sides and back, feeling the hot skin under her shirt. They stopped for a second for the necessity of air but returned just as hard and breathless back to each other's lips. Kayla's hands buried themselves in Spot's hair, tenderly playing with the blond hair.
After a while, Spot moved back to her neck, biting, sucking, and all together giving Kayla mild pleasure. Minutes and minutes passed by before Kayla tried to get Spot's attention.
"Spot?" She asked breathlessly. She had to call his name a couple of times before Spot mumbled nonchalantly.
"Spot....we....um...we need to um-" Kayla couldn't remember what she was going to say; Spot was being quite a distraction at her neck. But she gathered up all her will power and said after a deep intake of air, "Spot, we need to stop soon."
Spot froze for a second but continued sucking on her neck. But when Kayla growled, Spot knew she expected an answer. Just as breathless as Kayla, he stated between kisses, "I...don't believe...you. Do you...want me to?"
Kayla had to think of this for a while as Spot went on still with his biting. Did she really want to stop this or let it go farther? Kayla sat there debating, with her head back, and hands grabbing fistfuls of the back of Spot's shirt. As Kayla opened her mouth to reply Spot had already made the decision, and placed his mouth back on hers. Kayla moaned into the kiss when she felt Spot's tongue enter her mouth. Though, she gasped, feeling surprised when she felt Spot lift her up. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his hard waist, and held tighter around his neck as she was guided down the hall towards Spot's room.
Spot kicked the door shut, and it wasn't opened till morning.
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