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Day Off || Two-bit matthews

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Sleeping in until 10 felt good, really good; you'd forgotten what it was like to not have to rush around early. The silence meant everyone else was gone and that was the cherry on top. You finally forced yourself out of bed when your stomach grumbling got to be too much. You didn't bother changing out of your pajamas, which consisted of too-short shorts and a giant t-shirt, before going downstairs, it's not like anyone would be home right? Wrong. The second you stepped into the living room on your way to the kitchen, you heard a familiar whistle. A small smile crossed your face before you looked at the whistler who just snickered. "You oughta wear those shorts more often baby, I dig 'em," Two-Bit said as he eyed you up and down. "Darry would have a goddamn heart attack while Pony and Sodapop would try and cover me in all the blankets we own," you told him as you leaned against the door frame. "Right, but I'd get to stare at you," he countered, his usual goofy grin on his face.

"Enjoy the view while you can," you called and continued your walk to the kitchen for breakfast. You came back to the living room with a coke and a piece of cake, the breakfast of champions as your dad used to say, albeit sarcastically. Taking a seat on the floor next to him, you two watched Mickey Mouse in silence as you ate. This wasn't the most unusual thing for you both, it was how you bonded. You took both of your plates to the sink and washed them off.  When you came back to the living room, he'd moved onto the couch so you laid down and put your head in his lap. You resumed watching Mickey together in relative silence. "So what're you doin' today since you don't gotta work?" He asked during a commercial break. "I promised Darry I'd take care of laundry," you answered with a shrug. "Which I should probably get started on," you said with a small sigh as you got up, going upstairs before he could say anything else.

When you came back downstairs, you had a basket of your clothes and walked right past him. "Hey, doll, can you throw a couple of my things in with your clothes?" He asked from the living room. "Sure, bring it here," you called back, expecting it to be his shirt or his jacket but no. He came into the small laundry room with not only his shirt in his hands but his jeans as well. He had a cheeky grin on his face when he saw you blushing bright red "are you serious, Two?" He nodded with a grin "yes ma'am." "And you think this is gonna work?" You asked, biting back a smile. "I think it's workin' already," he said and caged you between his body and the washing machine. "Oh do you?" You hummed in response. "Mhm," he leaned down and kissed you, cupping your cheeks in his hand.

He picked you up carefully and set you on the dryer, only taking his lips off of yours for a second just to make sure he wouldn't drop you. He looked up at you with a goofy grin "we've got the whole day alone, right?" You nodded "we do." "Then why not have a little fun? No ones here to ruin the party," he said as he started to kiss your neck. "Fine," you caved with a smile. "Well I'm already mostly naked so you've got some catchin' up to do," he joked as he was already lifting your shirt up. You rolled your eyes and pulled the shirt over your head, tossing it into the clothes basket. You leaned down some to kiss him, cupping his cheeks as he deepened it; you swatted his hands away after several failed attempts to remove your bra. "Just let me do it," you muttered as you reach behind you to unclasp it, tossing it with your shirt. "You've gotta be the most gorgeous girl in the world, doll," he muttered as he stepped back to look at you, biting back a quiet groan.

You blushed and pushed your shorts and underwear down, kicking them off and pulling a now-naked Keith back to you. You had to smirk at the small sound he made when you wrapped your hand around his erect member. "I fuckin' love you," he mumbled as he cupped your cheeks, pulling you into a hungry kiss to muffle the small moans that left his lips when you started to stroke him. "I love you too," you muttered quietly. His lips on yours silenced your quiet moan as he slowly entered you. This wasn't the first time you'd had sex but he always made it feel like your first time together. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he slowly dragged his hips back. He kept up the slow pace for a little bit longer he lost his patience and started thrusting his hips faster, his lips never leaving yours in a frenzied kiss.

The small, cramped laundry room was soon filled with your conjoined moans and the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin. His lips left yours after a hungry, impassioned kiss only to train down your jawline and to your neck. You tilted your head to the side and let him nibble and suck just above your collar bone until he was satisfied with the deep reddish mark left behind, planting a soft kiss over it. When he felt himself getting close, he took one of his hands off and began quickly rubbing tight circles on your little bundle of nerves. He smirked proudly at the sounds you made and leaned down some, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the hardened bud just slow enough to drive you crazy.

He rutted into you faster, needier and you knew he was as close as you were, it was just a matter of who fell over the edge first. "Fuck!" You swore out loud as you came, nails digging into his shoulders a bit as you held on for dear life while you rode out your orgasm. He pulled you into a final, passionate, and heated kiss, moaning against your lips as he came only seconds later. His arm snaked around your waist to draw you flush against his chest as you both panted heavily, basking in the glorious aftermath of an intense climax. He nuzzled his face into your hair, kissing the top of your head lovingly as he mumbled something. You were pretty sure you heard him correctly but it still baffled you some.

"What was that, Two?" You asked when you finally caught your breath. "I said I can't wait to marry you someday," he repeated, his grey eyes looking into your (e/c) eyes while he lovingly stroked your cheek. "You really wanna marry me?" You asked curiously. He nodded immediately "there ain't another girl on this earth I'd rather marry, babe." You saw his eyes light up with an idea and he immediately pulled away, being careful to move gently since he knew you got touch-sensitive afterward. He fumbled around with his jeans before finally finding whatever he was looking for. "I was really gonna ask Darry beforehand, be a proper gentleman, y'know, but I can't wait that long. (Y/n) Curtis, will you be my Minnie and marry me?" He asked as he held a small ring up, looking at you nervously.

To say you were shocked was an understatement, your eyes almost immediately began to water and you nodded before you could think. You didn't need to think about your answer, you knew you wanted to marry him. A big grin quickly appeared and he slid the ring on your finger before pulling you into a happy, celebratory kiss while tears of joy streamed down your face. "God I love you so much, baby, I wasn't really sure you'd say yes," he admitted in a mumble as you slowly pulled away from the kiss. "Well I'd be a fool to say no, there's nobody else like you in the world," you said genuinely and pecked his lips softly. "We should get dressed and take a nap, you know how to wear me out, doll," he teased with a goofy grin as he picked up all of your clothes and his. You got redressed in your pajamas while he only put on his jeans and boxers.

He gave you no time to react before picking you up and carrying you into the living room. When you both got settled in on the couch, you pulled the throw blanket over you both and snuggled into his side. His arm was around your shoulders and your head was resting on his chest as you half-watched the Mickey Mouse episode that was on, both of you falling asleep halfway through. The last thing you saw before falling asleep was the small, perfect ring on your finger. It had no diamonds and wasn't made of gold, just a metal band with a Mickey Mouse head on it, and you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. Other than Mickey, the only sounds in the house were your combined breathing and slight snoring as you slept. And that's how the guys found you both as they slowly piled in after their day's activities.

Sodapop snuck upstairs and came back down with the old polaroid camera, taking a picture of the cute moment. He only noticed the ring after looking at the developed picture. He nudged Darry and pointed to it, quietly asking "has she always had that?"  Your oldest brother took a look at the ring and shook his head "nope. It's new." It took a minute for the wheels in his mind to work and process the information, eyes widening some as he muttered "he proposed." Darry had mixed emotions but Sodapop thought it was the best thing in the world, he couldn't wait for y'all to wake up so everyone could celebrate, Ponyboy and Johnny thought it was nice y'all were gonna get married. Steve and Dallas immediately got into an argument about who'd be asked to be the best man. Their argument was actually what woke both you and Two-Bit, but you both stayed still, trying not to laugh at them. This would certainly be an interesting journey, but you expected nothing less from your best friends and your family.