Chapter 19

Sorry about the wait. This is my first kiss scene, so be gentle with the flaming, kay? Awesome reviews, ya'll. Thanks. 

"So I'se said 'What da hell do y t'ink youse doin'?" Storm said as she talked to the group of young newsies as they sat outside the Brooklyn LH, "and 'e said 'I'se t'ink I'se is doing' wha' I'se please'. Den I'se said 'Youse mustn't t'ink much den!'"

Smiling as the boys started roaring with laughter; Storm shifted her eyes to Spot, who sat on his perch smoking.

"Tell us anudda," the boys said smiling at the girl. Storm just shook her head and motioned for them to get on with their day.

They groaned but left anyway. Storm chuckled lightly and walked over to Spot's perch and leaned against the wooden pole.

"Dey startin' ta like youse more," she heard him comment casually.

"Da whole worl' likes me," Storm said smiling to herself.

Spot asked and Storm saw a hand reach down. She grabbed the hand and helped left herself onto the wooden platform.

"Youse al'ight Conlon?" Storm asked glancing gat his face.

Spot nodded but refused to meet her eyes.

"Conlon?" Storm asked and he finally looked over at her. She smiled slightly before pressing her lips to his.

For a moment Spot sat still, trying to understand her sudden action, but he soon pressed back, reaching around her waist to keep her next to him. He gently pried her lips open and swooped in to taste her, smirking slightly when he tasted the limited but sweet candy the newsies bought once in a while.

Storm's slight moan brought Spot's attention to the matter at hand, and he gently pulled away.

"Spot?" Storm asked softly concern in her eyes.

"'E's sendin' Mush ova," Spot whispered as he pulled away and looked back out toward the water.

"Mush? Why?" Storm asked not quite understanding what Mush had to do with her and Spot.

"Mush wants ta apologize and dey want ya ta go back," he said. "Come mornin' youse ain't part o' Brooklyn no more."

"But-" she started.

"Hold on," Spot cut her off. "You'se step bruddah and faddah are still lookin' for ya, so I tol' 'em dat youse was stayin' Brooklyn til I'se knew you'se was safe."

"So explain ta me why youse won't look at me," Storm said.

"Cuz I'se wants ya too bad," he said turning to look her in the eyes, his ice blue orbs swirling. "I'se cain't keep my mind off ya, and soon it's gonna be my hands."

"Am I'se 'posed ta object ta dat?' Storm said smirking as she ran a hand through her brunette hair.

"Storm…" Spot said softly, trailing off when he saw that playful twinkle in her eyes. "Youse gonna kill me."

"Youse? Mister Spot-Eve'y-Woman-Wants-Me-Conlon?" she asked feigning aghast.

"Storm, youse knows I'se ain't messed with no odda goils," Stop said in a most untypical panicky voice.

Storm laughed lightly and just shook her head before climbing down back onto the dock.

"I'se know Conlon," she said. "Now let's git inside"

Smiling slightly, Spot climbed down and wrapped an arm around Storm's waist.

They where both so caught up in each other, that they didn't see the young man watching them from the building across the street. Smiling to himself he ran across the roof and down the fire escape.

"Verlies will be happy wid dis," Smoke said as he headed back Queens. "Yeah, Verlies will like dis information alot."