Out of Town: A Spot Conlon Story

XL

"Get up" Spot says, motioning to me in the bed.
"Make me" I say, sticking our my tongue.
He simply chuckles and while he pushes the bed horizontally against the wall. "I think it is time to reorganize the room," Spot says.
"You didn't make me move" I ignore his comment.
"I moved the bed though and your on the bed, so I moved you" he seems quite proud of his reasoning.
"The same way the world moves around the sun. Sure the Earth moved but I stayed put" I argue back.
This triggers something in Spot's mind. He scoops me up out of the bed and sits me on the floor, "how about now".
I simply hop back into the bed, "I want to cuddle". My tone is whiny but in a charming way.
Spot's signature smirk appears on his face as he appears on top of me. His knees are planted on either side of my waist as he mercilessly tickles my sides. My laugh fills the room as I begin to loose control of my thoughts. All I know is that he is not going to have all the fun. My arms lunge upwards desperately trying trying to tickle anything I can reach. My one arm makes it to the side of his neck which causes him to let out a laugh. Spot's neck is trying to contract down but he eventually grabs my hands and pin them above my head. Even though we are no longer tickling each other our laughter still fills the room.
"You have the cutest laugh" I say, causing him to immediately stop laughing.
"No I don't!" He defends himself.
"Yes you do"
"No I don't"
This continues for some time before he shuts me up by crashing his lips into mine. Everytime we kiss it feels like the first time. The same fireworks go off and it gives me butterflies, I love it. I wouldn't trade the feeling for the world. Spot's hands release their grip from mine has they begin to hike up the slip I am wearing. With my hands freshly unbound I undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt.
We break the kiss and his forehead rest against mine, "I have to get to sleep, I have a long walk in the morning".
"Oh the things you do to me" Spot says again rolling off of me, as he pulls the covers over both of us. "Tell me what the Manhattan Newsie do tomorrow" Spot whispers in my ear with is deeper voice. That voice makes me go crazy.
"I will if I have time" I say turning towards him.
"You have to do it. If you don't how else will I know if I can trust them" Spot says.
He has spies in Manhattan why do I have to do it. I am going over there to practice not to spy, that isn't my job. "I said I'll do it if I have time. I am going there now to work, not play spy".
This seems to get Spot going, I can see that I upset him. "How can you not understand? Just see if they are taking it seriously or not" He whisper yells at me.
I do not like being yelled at. Memories of Steven begin to resurfacing, of him yelling at me. Steven would always corner me into a wall and make me feel trapped. Although Spot isn't trapping me the yelling brings up the feeling. "Stop, please" I beg him.
Spot's demeanor changes completely, he goes to touch my cheek but I swat his hand away. My eyes are closed I can feel tears threatening to spill out. Spot is not like Steven, stop comparing them. Spot won't hurt you. Spot loves you, he won't hurt you. Calm down (Y/N), just breath. My breathing picks up pace and I start to hyperventilating, the reality slowly slips away. The tears are now spilling down my face as more and more memories flood my mind of Steven. One after another, they just keep coming and I cannot stop them. It is almost like I am back in Pittsburgh back with Steven. The same fear fills me again of when I was around him, but Steven is no where near hear. My breathing picks up pace even more. Spot isn't going to hurt me, Spot loves me.
Arms wrap around my body pulling me into an embrace. This usually calms me down but for some reason it doesn't. What is happening? An arms beings to run its fingers though my hair. Another thing that would usually calm me down but doesn't. What is happening to me?
"It's okay, just breath. I'm here I am not going to hurt you" a voice says.
When I open my eyes again my breathing slows down. Reality comes back, I realize I am in Spot's arms. His heart beat is fast but slows down as my breathing does. Our eyes meet, my vision is blurred by my tears but I can still see his orbs clearly. The piercing blue eyes stare back at me as I stare at his. As my vision sharpens I see a puffiness appear under his eyes. Spot is crying, I never met to make him cry.
"I'm sorry" I whimper. This is all my fault, if I wouldn't of let my emotions get the best of me I could of spared Spot.
He looks taken aback by my statement, "no I'm sorry I shouldn't have yelled".
"But you wouldn't of had to of yelled if I would of just agreed"
"No, I want you to voice your opinion. You shouldn't have to do everything I say" Spot rebuttals. Spot isn't like Steven, because Spot gives me a voice.
We just cuddle for the rest of the night. We eventually fall asleep in each other's arms.
I will not make the same mistake I did with Steven, because Spot is different. Spot has proven to be different multiple times, I just need to get it though my head.