“Happy Birthday, Soda.” 당신 smile as 당신 walk in the room.
His jaw drops at the sight of you, in your black lacy bra and panties just for this occasion.
“Wow.” He whispers.
당신 walk over to where he was sitting on the chair and straddle him. “I’ve got a surprise for you,” 당신 whisper seductively in his ear. 당신 start 키싱 him, tongues battling, then 당신 pull away.
“Lets go into the kitchen.” 당신 say.
On the 부엌, 주방 표, 테이블 was a cake. 당신 turned around to see Soda, 셔츠 and pants already off. 당신 smile seductively, and take a handful of the cake, and rub it on your stomach. 당신 take 더 많이 handfuls of cake, rubbing it all over you, in your underwear too.
당신 hoist yourself up onto the table.
“Want some cake, Soda?”
He immediately gets up on the table, and starts licking off the cake. Down your stomach, in your bra, and down your panties.
“Taste good?” 당신 ask.
“Mmhm.” He 답변 as he slides your panties down the rest of the way.
His jaw drops at the sight of you, in your black lacy bra and panties just for this occasion.
“Wow.” He whispers.
당신 walk over to where he was sitting on the chair and straddle him. “I’ve got a surprise for you,” 당신 whisper seductively in his ear. 당신 start 키싱 him, tongues battling, then 당신 pull away.
“Lets go into the kitchen.” 당신 say.
On the 부엌, 주방 표, 테이블 was a cake. 당신 turned around to see Soda, 셔츠 and pants already off. 당신 smile seductively, and take a handful of the cake, and rub it on your stomach. 당신 take 더 많이 handfuls of cake, rubbing it all over you, in your underwear too.
당신 hoist yourself up onto the table.
“Want some cake, Soda?”
He immediately gets up on the table, and starts licking off the cake. Down your stomach, in your bra, and down your panties.
“Taste good?” 당신 ask.
“Mmhm.” He 답변 as he slides your panties down the rest of the way.
Ponyboy’s Perspective
“Dad?”
“Yeah, Scar?” I say, looking away from the football game I was watching. I was holding Ella, she was 4 months old now.
“How did 당신 and Mom meet?” The 12 년 old asked.
“I bet it was an epic 사랑 story.” Eight 년 old Rhett says sarcastically.
“Was Mommy pretty when 당신 met her?” Charlie, who was five now, asked.
“The prettiest girl I’d ever seen.” I smiled down at him. “Until Scar and Ella came along. Now I know the three prettiest girls in the world. Anyways, there’s not much to tell. I saw her one day, and I fell in love. I thought she didn’t like me…”
“Nah, I like 당신 a lot.” (Y/N) grinned from the doorway.
Seventeen.
Seventeen bottles of 맥주 I have drunk in the past 37 minutes.
Seventeen.
I pick up number eighteen, twist the 캡, 모자 off, and pour it down my throat. It’s tasteless.
I lean my head back against the 벽 from where I sit on the floor of my basement.
I see a football. Danny’s football. It used to be Danny’s football. Now it’s just some football my son used to hold, used to play with. It probably smelled like him. Part of me wanted to go pick it up, the other part of me didn’t wanted to be reminded of the last time we played football together.
I pick up number nineteen, and out of the corner of my eye see (Y/N)’s old dolls, something we thought we could use for our little girl someday.
But that’s not going to happen.
I know what happened. I saw their mangled, bruised, broken, dead bodies after their accident.
I pick up number twenty.
Oh God how was I going to say this.
The rest of my life depended on this.
She was just perfect. In every way possible. She was beautiful. Kind. Sweet. Funny. Understanding. Just (Y/N).
And I needed to tell her.
Tell her how much I needed her, wanted her, and had to have her. It was a feeling beyond comprehension. It was love.
I needed to tell her I loved her.
So here I am, sitting in the lot, looking at the stars with (Y/N). Doing something I 사랑 with the one I love.
I look over at her, her eyes gleaming from the light of the fire.
“(Y/N)?” I ask as I grab her hand.
“Yeah?” She turns to face me.
“I-I think…” I start.
“Just say it,” she smiles.
“I 사랑 you.” I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
“I 사랑 당신 too.”
“This was my mom’s,” he mutters. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will 당신 marry me?”