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Cuddles - Spot Conlon fanfic

There was a little ray of sun peeking trough the curtains, your eyes got adjusted to it and you finally started to realise what you saw and felt. Two strong arms were holding you in a cuddling position close to their body. The room you were in looked more familiar then you'd thought at first and all the dots started to connect. Though you could not remember alot from last night.

You recognized those curtains, you had seen them many times before just not from this angle.

The scent in the room was also one you were familiar with, you smelled it almost every day. 

The only thing needed to confirm your suspision was turning around. Slowly you moved your body, not wanting him to wake up. Not wanthing him to remove his grip on you, not wanting to lose the warmth of the body that you were curled up in.

But when you turned around it was to late, 

"Sleep well sweetface?" he asked with a smirk on his face. Spot's sleepy head was the first thing you saw, followed by a couple of arms that he gently placed against your back to hold the two of you in the cudly position you were in before. He didn't wear a shirt, you could feel and see it with your arms pressed against his chest. 

You were confused, comfortable but confused.

How did you end up here?

You moved out of the position and sat at the edge of the bed, which you immidiatly regretted. Spot his warmth was gone and the cold in the room gave you the shivers. 

"What?" You mumbled. Spot was as confused as you were, he had believed he had finally done it. You were finally somewhat close to being his girl, atleast after last night it seemed so. 

Spot got out of the bed grabbing a clean shirt for you to put on since you were dressed in just a thin undershirt and your underwear. 

"I'll take that as a no." He said while he trew his winter shirt at you.

"What happened last night?" You asked, your eyes staring at his back. He was searching for a shirt of his own and you could see his extremly muscular shoulders moving as he made a mess of his drawer trying to find another winter shirt.  

"Well.." he paused and let out a sigh, "it's a shame you don't remember."

You knocked on the doors of the Brooklyn Newsies lodging house, together with Race and Jack you had made the awful walk to Brooklyn through the big layer of snow and the freezing temperture that made it almost impossible to get to the lodging house without turning into a giant ice sculpture. Bubbles opened the door and made a gesture that you should come in. The 3 of you gladly took the offer and almost ran in if your feet hadn't been so cold. You raced, as fast as you could, to the fireplace placed in the main hang out area of the Brooklyn newsies. There were around 11 newsies in the room. Two of them being girls, but probably not newsies. They were straight up whores who tagged along with a Newsie to have a place to spend the night that wasn't as dangerous and cold as the slums. 

Racetrack didn't follow you to the fireplace, he immidiatly joined the pokertable and waited for the boys to start a new round. It was obvious he thought higher of such games then his actual health. 

Jack didn't follow you either, he walked over to the king of Brooklyn to make some small talk. Spot was seated in a big chair with his trusted cane in his left hand. Though the king wasn't easily flattered he was also  just a tired kid and didn't feel like putting on his game face today.

You got warm pretty quickly after spending some time at the fire place. You could feel the gaze of the other girls and knew what it was about. You wore boys clothes, normally you would've hidden your hair in your cap too but you weren't working and you were safe with Race and Jack on your way here. The girls probably thought you were a complete freak or loser but with one look at them you questioned why they didn't think that about themselfs.