𝗟𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 | 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗦𝗺𝘂𝘁

Say it again || Curly Shepard

(credit to writingstyle101 on tumblr)

"What do you mean he's back?" you interrogated Pony, your best friend.
"That he's back. They let him off for good behavior." Pony shrugged taking a bite of his sandwich.
"Good behavior? He robbed a liquor store." You rolled your eyes.
"Y/N it's been months. I'm sure things are different now."
You looked at the boy in front of you like he just grew another head on his shoulders. "Pony nothing changes with that boy."
"He loves you y/n." he shook his head slowly.
"Clearly he loves getting in trouble more and I'm over it. Have been since he smashed that damn window to that store." You sighed standing from the table and grabbing your plate.
You walked into the kitchen, washing your dishes, stuck inside your head. You and Curly had quite a past. You loved him and you knew for a fact he loved you. You always talked about running off and going to get married. Even having some kids someday.
"You have to finish school first." You sighed looking at your boyfriend.
"I bet you we could get married and still stay in school." He smiled up at you from his bed.
You turned to him shaking your head. "Well, I'm finishing school first. You can go and get married whenever you want."
"I sure ain't marryin anyone but you."
"I gotta go Pony. I'll see you tomorrow." He smiled in response as you made your way out the door. It was dark and cold and you regretted dressing for the afternoon weather instead of nighttime's weather. You didn't expect to stay at Pony's for so long and your shorts and goosebumps proved it.

"You're headed the wrong way baby, all the fun's over here." Some, clearly intoxicated, Socs laughed smirking at you. You ignored them as you continued down the road, hoping to make it home before you found any trouble.
The Socs usually didn't mess with you unless they were drinking, same with the greasers. You were more middle class so you had friends on both sides of town, but that didn't make it any less scary seeing how that Soc holding a half-empty bottle was staring at you.
"Hey!" he yelled making you jump slightly. "I said, the party is over here." He said slowly, walking your way. You stopped walking but refused to look at him as he walked right up to you, too close for comfort.
"Why don't you come have a little fun baby." He moved your hair, breathing into your ear, the smell of alcohol on his breath almost knocking you down.
"I'm just fine." You jolted away from his touch.
"Oh yes, you are." He smirked, grabbing your neck holding you into place. You could hear all of his drunk friends in the background cheering him on. You started to struggle against him as he kept tugging you closer, trying to kiss on your neck.
His grip was rough and you were positive he was gonna leave a bruise or two. "You better take your hands off of her before I break em." You heard the familiar voice you were just thinking about, but this voice was much colder. You froze as the Soc turned to Curly smirking at him.
"You think just because you got into some trouble that you're all tough now?" The Soc chuckled, finally taking his hands off of you. You wanted to run to Curly but you didn't wanna show that you were scared.
"We both know it wasn't me gettin in trouble that made me tough. Now walk away." He threatened. The Soc tilted his head, egging Curly on.
"You wanna start some problems that's fine, but you're a little outnumbered buddy."
You watched as the four other Socs made their way to back their friend up. You felt sick to your stomach, hoping Curly wouldn't start a fight with them. He could take care of himself, you knew that, but five drunk Socs probably carrying some blades wasn't something you wanted to see.
"You seem to forget whose territory you're on. And there just so happens to be about twenty Greasers in my house and we just so happen to be close enough that they'd hear me if I called. So, you touch her again and they'll be putting me back in handcuffs in about thirty seconds."
You turned and watched the Socs' confidence falter. "She ain't even worth the trouble." The Soc laughed as he nodded at his friends to walk away.
You turned to Curly, finally able to breathe. "You didn't have to do that." You whispered.
He looked up at you shaking his head slowly. "Clearly I did. You owe me one."
You stared at the black-haired boy skeptically. "And what do you think I owe you?"
He smirked his famous smirk, his dark blue eyes seeming to get darker staring at you. "Surprise me." He moved closer to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you to him. Your breath was caught in your throat at the closeness to the man you've been missing for months.
"Last I remember you were the one owing me." You stared up at the boy, noticing the small changes. There's a new scar aside from the one on his temple. Its small and you could barely see it through his eyebrow hair, but it was there. His nose looked a little crooked, he must have gotten it broken again.
"You knew I was trouble when you decided to go runnin it with a dirty hood like me." He murmured looking down at you. You shook your head slowly.
"You aren't trouble you just like to go lookin for it."
"And you think you're any different? If you don't like trouble so much then why do you keep finding yourself on my side of town huh?"
"Haven't you heard? There's trouble all over." You whispered watching how his eyes broke from yours down to your lips. "Man, I missed your trouble." He whispered before leaning down to connect your lips. Everything in your head screamed to pull away, reminding you of why you walked away in the first place but that all slipped away when you wrapped your arms around his neck and began to kiss back.
Curly deepened the kiss, and you followed along, motivated by everything you've been feeling since Curly has been gone. Passion, anger, sadness, love. He moved his hands down running them over your ass, pressing his body into yours some more making you moan.
Curly walked forward, making you aimlessly follow, too distracted by his touch to pay attention to where you were going. You felt your back press against the rough wood of the side of a house.
Curly moved his hands down slowly before grabbing your thighs and lifting you against the house. The lack of oxygen mixed with the pressure of his body on yours was making you light headed but all you wanted was him closer. "Tell me you missed me." He breathed pushing himself onto you more making you moan slightly.
"I missed you." You breathed tilting your head as he kissed your neck.
"Tell me you love me." His warm breath hit your neck making you suck in a breath.
"I love you."
"Say it again." He became more aggressive every time you said it.
"I love you." You breathed tugging on his hair as you started to kiss him again. He suddenly pulled away dropping you to the ground.
"Let's go somewhere a little more private." He smirked down to you grabbing your hand. He walked you over to a car parked in the field by his house, smirking as he opened the door to the backseat.
"Real classy." You chuckled climbing in.
"You wanna go to my house where Tim's havin a party?" He raised he brow at you as he climbed in. You shrugged, not able to respond by the time he grabbed you by the hips pulling you into his lap. You both immediately started kissing again, trying to get as close to each other as possible. You started to grind your hips into his lap making him moan quietly, "Fuck y/n" he breathed.
You smirked as you grabbed your shirt pulling it over your head, revealing your red lace bra. Curly smirked at you, as he pulled you closer so he could kiss on your neck and chest. "God, I missed you so much." He breathed. You tugged on his black tee-shirt until he finally pulled it over his head. You ran your hands over the warm skin you've missed so much. You couldn't stop running your hands over every familiar curve of his muscles.
He unclipped your bra tossing it into the front seat and turning you so you were lying flat on your back and he was hovering over you. You stared at the boy as he kissed down your chest, slowly making his way down your body until he got to your shorts and you were finding it incredibly hard to breathe at the sight. He quickly pulled down your shorts but was much slower when pulling down your red laced panties over your pointed feet. You watched as he sat up and stripped his jeans and underwear awkwardly due to the lack of space.
He grabbed his wallet out of his jeans pulling out a condom and slipped it on. You couldn't tear your eyes away as you watched ever muscle work under his bronze skin. He moved on top of you looking your right in the eyes. He slowly stroked your hair with the arm that wasn't holding him up and slowly nudged your legs apart with his knee.
He let out a hot breath when he slowly thrust into you, you tense slightly at the feeling you've forgotten after months apart. Curly waited for you to adjust and began to pick up the pace when you pulled him down into a kiss. His pace intensified making your grip tightly onto his rigid bicep, you tossed your head back in ecstasy and he used that opportunity to kiss and bite your neck, only stopping to moan or cuss.
You drank in every single moan and noise that slipped his lips, feeling the warmth of his skin on yours, the way that even though his breath was hot it sent shivers down your spine. You could feel your body tense up with every thrust and you braced yourself against him for what was about to come.
"Oh god." You breathed your legs shaking as you arched your back into him. He immediately tensed and let go at that sight of you, losing his strength and falling onto you, attempting not to put all of his weight onto you.
Sweaty and breathing heavily, Curly sat up to toss the condom out of the car before laying right back on top of you. "Say it again." He whispered combing his fingers through your hair. You enjoyed this side of Curly since you didn't see it very often. Only when you two were alone was he much more gentle and sweet.
"I love you." You whispered.