Outsiders Interracial Imagines

Natural- Two-Bit

"Say something. I dare you."

Two-Bit held his hands up in surrender. "Jeez, I've only been in the room for two seconds."

For once he was telling the truth. You'd been sitting on the Curtis' couch when he'd waltzed in the room. He hadn't been there long enough to be annoying. But, knowing him, he'd find some way to push the wrong button.

You smirked and rolled your eyes. "That's as long as it takes you for you to crack a 'joke.'"

He made his way over to you, leaning over the back of the couch to look you in the eyes. "And what would I be joking about exactly?"

You rolled your eyes again and gestured to your hair.

"Your head? What about it?" He seemed to be genuinely unaware of your hair's new, coily state. Or- could this be a miracle? - had he finally put a filter on himself and his jokes?

"Never mind."

"What is it?"

"Nothin'."

"If you're not gonna tell me, I have ways of getting it outta you."

You focused on the television, ignoring his bluff. "I highly doubt that you have 'ways.'"

You were wrong.

Two-Bit leaned over the back of the couch more, nudging his face on your neck. You yelped at the sudden contact, his hair tickling your ears and cheek.

"You're getting hair grease on my neck," you complained. "But, since nothing is wrong it's not going to make me 'spill' anything. Doesn't bother me in the slightest."

He stopped rubbing his hair against your face. But, he didn't move away. Instead he started working his lips against your neck.

"Oh my God. Two-Bit get off."

You could feel his grin against your skin as he teased, "C'mon, doll, you know you like it."

And, once again, he wasn't lying. But you weren't going to tell him that.

"Keith Mathews, I swear..."

Upon hearing his full name, he pulled back. You had never seen a grin so wide.

"That could be considered harassment, you know," you huffed, sitting up straight.

He winked. "Not if I'm your boyfriend. And not if you liked it."

"Boy, you play too much. I swear. What if one of the others walked in? They don't know about us."

Two-Bit stood to his full height and shrugged. "Guess the cat is out of the bag then."

He was starting to walk off, probably to find one of the boys, when he turned around and said, "Oh, and by the way, I like your hair."

Satisfied by your exasperated expression, he strutted off with a smirk. From the other room he called, "You should do Minnie Mouse buns; that would be real sexy."