Life With the Newsies- One Shots- OPEN to OCs

Cowboy and Ace

A/N: Bonnie and Clyde AU/Late 1920s/Early 1930s AU. This doesn't really follow the Bonnie and Clyde musical/story but is more just in existence for the vibes. I came up with the story and did a little research on the ACTUAL Bonnie and Clyde. If you don't like a lot of death, maybe just only read to them walking into Macy's. I don't own Newsies so please don't sue. You're welcome to imagine whoever from whatever iteration of the show you prefer. Enjoy!

The instant she leaps into the car, her lips collide with his. It's messy and desperate as her hands cup his cheeks and her kiss steals the breath from his very being. The sound of a pile of coins spilling in the back of the cab of the car clatters as she tosses the sack into the car. His eyes flutter shut as he snakes an arm around her waist with one hand and runs his fingers through her hair with the other. They break apart and he is immediately lunging at her lips again.

"Easy Cowboy," she chuckles, her mouth hovering above his and her breath tickling his face, "Don't we have a job to do?" He merely kisses her in response, his hand sliding out of her hair to rest on her cheek.

"Yeah, but it ain't the most important one right now," he answers before he leans in to kiss her again. The thick humidity of the night makes the kisses feel more heated and passionate as their lips meet again and again, the pistol on the dashboard practically crushed by the heat of the evening. Her fingers find their way into his hair, knocking his Newsie cap down onto the floor of the cab. "Does your daddy know about what you do at night?"

She smirks at him, lowering the hand resting against his cheek down to his chest, "Oh trust me," she says in a mischievous tone, "My daddy doesn't need to know." His eyebrows raise and she kisses him deeply on the lips before pressing a gentle kiss to each corner of his mouth. 

They finally break apart for a moment as he starts the car and drives it through the city streets, trying to be as quiet as possible. She leans her head against his shoulder and he wraps his free arm around her waist, his fingers trailing down her arm as he reaches for the shifter. The two of them gaze out the front windshield, watching the towering buildings roll by, buildings that used to intimidate both of them but no longer do. The city is theirs and theirs alone to own and hold between their fingers.

Driving down a small side street, he stops the car in front of a narrow separation between two buildings. She presses a soft kiss to his cheek before grabbing some of the coins in the sack, shoving some of the loose ones into it. She leaps out and the bottom of her skirt flounces for a moment before settling near her calves. Her legs move freely underneath it as she hurriedly walks into the small alleyway, aware of him watching her. Gently prying loose one of the bricks on the building, she slips several handfuls of the coins inside before replacing it, carefully shoving as many as she can into the small opening. The two of them stop at another location or two just like this before they make their way back to the Lodging House where he and the other Newsies of the Lower East Side live.

"I like your skirt," he comments as he drives them away south on an old bumpy road.

"You do?" she asks, "It's another thing that Daddy doesn't know about." He stares at her from the corner of his eye.

"Your daddy ain't gonna like you keeping so many secrets from him," he comments. She just scoffs and waves a hand in the air,

"Oh, he'll live. And trust me, I think he'd be scandalized if he knew I was wearing a skirt above my ankles. He never was pleasant about the current fashions." He merely laughs a little at that, turning to look at her for a moment before looking back to the road. His hand reaches for hers and she puts her own in his, letting him take it and gently squeeze it. "Did you ever tell the boys about...?"