“Ponyboy, why are bạn so-“
“I don’t like the way he looked at you.” He says as he puts his wallet in the nightstand.
bạn had gone out to bar, just to have a good time on a Friday night. bạn saw an old friend from your hometown and got to talking. bạn didn’t think anything really happened.
“Ponyboy, nothing-”
“You know what he was thinking. I mean, in that dress…” He says, eyes going over you. bạn were wearing a tight black mini dress and heels.
“I don’t look that-“
“Yes bạn do. bạn look beautiful… And I know it’s wrong but fucking sexy.” He says, looking bạn dead in the eye.
“Well, it’s not my fault what he thinks.”
“I just hope your smart enough not to fool around hoặc anything.” He shoots back at you.
bạn chew bạn on your lip, not knowing what to say.
He walks over to bạn from across the bedroom.
“You’re jealous.” bạn finally mutter.
“Yeah, I am. I want to be the only one able to look at bạn like that.”
Before bạn know it, your pushed up against the wall, tongues battling it out. bạn start unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it off. He unzips your dress, pulling it over your head. His strong hands grab your hips, spinning bạn around, and throws bạn on the bed.
He bites, his lip, eyes looking bạn up and down.
“You wanna fuck me?” bạn tease, raising your eyebrows, smirk on your face
He doesn’t answer, just undoes his thắt lưng, vành đai and slips off his jeans.
He gets on hàng đầu, đầu trang of you, hungrily kissing you, reaching under bạn to unclasp your bra, pulling it off, and tossing it across the room.
He leaves a trail of kisses from your neck, all the way down to edge of your panties.
He pulls them down with his teeth, to your knees. He trails his tongue up your thigh…
“I don’t like the way he looked at you.” He says as he puts his wallet in the nightstand.
bạn had gone out to bar, just to have a good time on a Friday night. bạn saw an old friend from your hometown and got to talking. bạn didn’t think anything really happened.
“Ponyboy, nothing-”
“You know what he was thinking. I mean, in that dress…” He says, eyes going over you. bạn were wearing a tight black mini dress and heels.
“I don’t look that-“
“Yes bạn do. bạn look beautiful… And I know it’s wrong but fucking sexy.” He says, looking bạn dead in the eye.
“Well, it’s not my fault what he thinks.”
“I just hope your smart enough not to fool around hoặc anything.” He shoots back at you.
bạn chew bạn on your lip, not knowing what to say.
He walks over to bạn from across the bedroom.
“You’re jealous.” bạn finally mutter.
“Yeah, I am. I want to be the only one able to look at bạn like that.”
Before bạn know it, your pushed up against the wall, tongues battling it out. bạn start unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it off. He unzips your dress, pulling it over your head. His strong hands grab your hips, spinning bạn around, and throws bạn on the bed.
He bites, his lip, eyes looking bạn up and down.
“You wanna fuck me?” bạn tease, raising your eyebrows, smirk on your face
He doesn’t answer, just undoes his thắt lưng, vành đai and slips off his jeans.
He gets on hàng đầu, đầu trang of you, hungrily kissing you, reaching under bạn to unclasp your bra, pulling it off, and tossing it across the room.
He leaves a trail of kisses from your neck, all the way down to edge of your panties.
He pulls them down with his teeth, to your knees. He trails his tongue up your thigh…
bạn started walking towards him, your nerves coming through. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” bạn thought. But he couldn’t. bạn used to be best friends.
bạn walk up behind him, he was talking to that Johnny kid that bạn sometimes hung out with. He was also with Two-Bit.
“Still trying to grease that hair, hood?” bạn laugh from behind him.
He whirls around. “(Y/N)?”
bạn smile at him. He runs toward bạn a scoops bạn up into a big chịu, gấu hug.
“Oh my god I missed you.” He muttered as he set bạn down, and began stroking your hair. Well that was… Different.
“Missed bạn too.” bạn squeezed him.
“Well look at what we’ve got here… Damn bạn were like, nine the last time we saw you? xin chào Ponyboy…She’s really uh ‘grown up’, hasn’t she?” Two-Bit laughs.
“Shut up,” Ponyboy mutters. But he was looking at you.
And bạn locked eyes.
Ad everything changed.
“Dad, why does Jesus have a scary beard?” My eight năm old Rhett whispers.
“I don’t know…Maybe they couldn’t shave back then.” I whisper back.
“Oh,” he nods. It seemed to make sense to him.
Twelve năm old Scarlett looked over at us, trying to see what all the whispering was about. I waved my hand at her to tell her it wasn’t important.
Charlie had crawled into my lap halfway through the sermon. He was five now, but still my little man. He was half asleep bởi now.
(Y/N) was at home, on giường rest. Ella hoặc Robert could be born any ngày now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
“You alright, babe?” He asks. bạn were lying on your stomach on hàng đầu, đầu trang of him.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” bạn say.
He strokes his hair. “You know, this could be us every night.”
“Yeah but we’d have kids, so it would be weird and awkward to do this every night. What if they had bad dreams hoặc something?” bạn say.
“Ok, well then every other night.” He grins.
“That might work.” bạn laugh.
“By the looks of it, we’ll have lots of little kids on our hands.” He winks.