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It was an extremely hot night in the small, european town where you were staying. Joe was coming to the end of a press run, and obviously you had come along with him.

at almost 2AM, you two had been out for a dinner with a handful of 'important people' to do with his promo, only getting back at midnight.

the second you were in the privacy of your hotel room, Joe’s hands were on you, pulling at the tight dress you had on, the one that you may or may not have worn just to get this reaction.

"Why do you always have to look extra hot when I can't have you.."

There wasn't a patch of skin on your neck that he hadn't marked with his mouth by this point.

He had you against the door before you could even put your bag down and take your heels off, peeling your dress off as you ripped the buttons of his shirt.

kissing all over your body, he picked you up and carried you to the other side of the room before dropping to his knees in-front of you, sat on the dressing table.

devouring you like a man starved, you came on his tongue twice before he threw you onto the double bed in the middle of the room, taking you from behind, face pressed into the soft white hotel bedsheets.

Your head fell heavy onto the pillow, nails gripping into the fabric as joes hands, once tight on your hips, moved up your back.

his thumbs began to circle over your skin, bringing you back into reality as he let his full body weight crush onto you.

"You okay?" he murmured into the side of your neck

"mhm" You tilt your head sideways to softly kiss him.

"you want anything doll?"

"a cigarette"

joe let out a small laugh as he sat up off you slightly and you rolled, moving your hands from the pillow to around his neck, pulling him closer into a deep kiss.

"well of course"

He gently rolled you back off his body, finding and pulling his boxers back on, he stood up as you did the same with your black lace panties.

As he walked towards the door to the balcony he picked up a lighter and a pack of cigarettes looking back at you for a moment before opening the door and stepping out into the hot air.

You followed close behind him and watched from just in-front of the doorway as he placed his items on the small table and sat down in the padded chair that lined the balcony, waiting for him to notice you.

As he looked up to you his eyes widened slightly and he shifted in his seat.

"jesus"

"what?"

"you- you should.. put a top on.."

You had stoped at your underwear, stepping outside topless.

"why." You weren't looking for an actual answer, you just wanted to push him and make him more flustered.

"uh- you'll get cold"

"it's warmer out here than inside the room"

"right yeah, okay so—"

Your bold actions had him embarrassingly fumbling his words and his cheeks slightly flushed as he looked around him, down to the street.

"you don't have a top on" You teased.

"yeah but you- " He cut himself off looking back to you.

"no. carry on"

"uh- never mind, just come here already" He pats his thighs gesturing you to sit on his lap.

You obeyed joe instantly, gravitating over to him and settling on his lap. He leans over, your hands going straight around his neck to stable yourself, and grabs a single cigarette and the lighter from the table in-front.

"you’re dangerous" he mutters as he lights the cigarette.

He takes one long drag before reaching it out in-front of your lips for you to take.

What you were doing was risky, people knew where you were staying, you were both famous and in the daylight you could 100% see onto the balcony.

But here you were anyway, smoking together, pretty much naked, outside where anyone could see.

One of his hands was firm on your waist as the other was resting out, holding the cigarette. He took turns bringing it to his mouth then to yours between kisses, both your arms staying comfortable over his shoulders with your hands threading lightly through his hair.

Unconsciously you begin to roll your hips, grinding against the now growing bulge in his underwear.

"princess" He warned around taking a drag.

"what..?" You questioned back innocently, knowing exactly what he meant.

"someone will see us"

"it's dark"

"there's literally a light right next to us"

"we're high up"

"they could still see"

"It's 2AM- no one's here"

He exhaled and sunk down into the seat slightly, realising where this was going.

"you'd just fucking love if someone saw wouldn't you?"

"I didn't say that" But your tone said it all.

Your movements speed up, his hand tightening on your waist helping you with your actions.

"we shouldn't"

"but you want to.."

Joes other hand moved towards your mouth allowing you to take one last long drag before he threw the cigarette into the ashtray behind you in a rush.

Wasting no time his now free hand moved towards your hip, forcing you to speed your movements against hardness between his legs.

"you.. you're something else.." He breathed harshly.

"you love it" Your breathing was just as unstable, already feeling close to another high.

As you tighten your grip in his hair, his hands reached around to pull your wet panties aside making you more sensitive.

You let out a shaky exhale as you move one hand to his boxers, pulling the waist band just enough to get your hands on what you want.

Joe grips your hips, pulling you up slightly and readjusting you to sink down perfectly on his length.

You re-continue your previous moments, Joes hips snapping up to meet you, increasing the pressure in your lower stomach.

“Aaah fuck”

Okay, yes it was you who made a point that 'no one would see' but that still didn't stop you from being conscious that you were outside basically on display to anyone who looked up for too long, no matter how much you liked that idea.

To avoid drawing attention of a possible person on the street below you, you attach your lips to Joes, his mouth swallowing another loud moan.

Movements speeding, chests pressed together, lips connected, you were both chasing that familiar, addicting heat bubbling in your abdomen.

Joes hands slid up your back, pushing you closer causing his cock to hit deeper into you and forcing another loud moan out into his mouth.

You broke the kiss, moving to his neck, biting on the skin before you felt a sharp tug in your hair pulling you off him.

"I'm- Please- So close" You could hardly string a sentence together with how close you were to climax.

“Yeah- me too baby- fuuuck”

Your movements became sloppy as his became more rash, just chasing your orgasm forgetting about where you currently were.

When the tight coil in your stomach finally snapped, you arch your back at the feeling of white hot pleasure gushing through your veins, narrowly suppressing a loud moan.

“Fuuuuck”

Joes fingers pushed hard into your waist, head falling onto your shoulder, biting gently at the skin on your neck as he bucked up and spilled inside you.

He pulled you back down towards him, letting your head rest on his rising and falling chest, listening to his rapid heart beat calm, as his arms snaked tight around your waist

"Well that was fun" He whispered with a slight laugh, still in disbelief as to what you convinced him to do.

Too tired to speak a full sentence, you hummed agreement into his neck.

"We're lucky its dark- and so warm"

"Yeah- definitely" You nuzzled deeper into joes neck, placing slow, hot kisses on the bare skin.

You stayed wrapped in each other for a while longer, sharing one more cigarette and hundreds of kisses before your eyes started dropping with tiredness.

"You wanna go in now pretty girl?" His fingers played in your hair brushing the back of your neck.

"Mhm, I'm sleepy"

Grabbing your thighs, he stood quickly making you squeal and push your chest further into his as your legs wrapped around him,

Joe carried you inside the room, the cold A/C blowing over you causing you to shiver under your boyfriend's hold.

When he noticed, he held you closer with one hand moving to your waist, before dropping you down gently back into the soft sheets of the bed.

You scooted over, kicking up the sheets as you did, making room to invite Joe next to you.

Typical masculine man- tough front, never cried, never showed emotion except anger, got into fights with other guys just to try and prove who was more of a man.

It was obvious what he was like, but that made you even more determined to break him.

Not in a bad way, not hurt him, but pull down the ever expanding walls he had built up around him over time.

You'd known of him for ages, it's hard not to in Stark County, rumours from the girls at the salon, whispers from the men who knew his dad in the diner. Nothing ever necessary good.

So when he came into the diner you worked at and immediately attempted to flirt, you didn't think anything of it, knowing what he's like; a playboy.

Until he came back the week after, then again, then it was everyday, sometimes twice a day. Always taking time to ask how you were, being genuinely interested.

You couldn't help but start to look forward to seeing him everyday, unconsciously waiting, keeping his favourite cookies that he gets every time in stock for him; like a routine you couldn't break.

Your manager noticed this, she'd warned you about him, told you the most stories. You would be put off by this but, it felt different.

The rumours of him died down- well the ones from the girls. Apparently he'd slowed down with his once regular random hook ups?

After a couple months of increasing visits to your work, he eventually asked you on a date.

"Took you long enough"

"Was just waiting for the right moment doll"

"Gator Tillman is thoughtful? Who would have known"

"Uh- Right don't do that"

The way he quickly covered up any signs of emotion made your chest tighten, and from this moment it became your mission to get him to open up.

Six months down the line, you and Gator had made your relationship official after a handful of dates and it was going amazing.

He was genuinely a nice guy, very protective over you, definitely physically loving, and you slowly found out that many of the rumours you'd heard about him weren't fully true.

He definitely got increasingly softer, well he was probably always like that, just never got a chance to show it. But he still wasn't able to open up and show his feelings.

The person he was around you was still too similar to the person he made himself around other people. And you were getting impatient.

The soft golden light of the lamp washed over the living room where you sat curled into the corner of the empty sofa, book in one hand, glass of wine in the other.

It was getting close to midnight on a week day, you often stayed up late and slept into the day due to your late work hours. It also meant you were more often up when Gator finished work.

The whole house was quiet, calm, but that was broken with the sharp sound of the front door opening then closing straight after.

You didn't even look, knowing it was Gator. The sound of his boots being aggressively kicked off and his heavy breathing told you everything- he was pissed.

"Fuckin stupid— hate him— not my fault—"

You closed your book slowly and placed your glass down, standing up off the sofa and meeting him halfway to the door in the hallway.

"Gator-"

He was still mumbling angry words under his breath, clearly not noticing you were stood right in-front of him.

"Gator!"

"Fuck! Sorry mama I- should've called"

"no it's okay, cmon" You spoke softly, taking his hand and guiding him past the living room and straight upstairs to your bedroom.

"'m fine, it's nuthin"

Flicking on the light, you sat him on your edge of your bed, giving him a once over for signs of being caught in a fight. Luckily he was fine, you changed the overhead light for the warm lamp on your bedside and fished out some of his old clothes that you ended up with for him to change into.

"Here, put these on"

"yer too good to me ya know"

He was already calming down, you had realised you could get him to do this quite quickly, but 'calming down' wasn't enough for you.

You wanted him to open up, wanted him to show a bit of vulnerability, fuck it you wanted to see him cry. Needed him to sob into your arms, knowing you were the only one to see him like this.

Maybe it was just some sort of sick fantasy you had, or maybe you knew that he was hiding. The problem was, he'd been hiding for so long even Gator himself didn't realise that he was.

"You- yer so good to me- don't deserve ya" He repeated quietly.

"Baby.." Your chest tightened, a touch of heartbreak at his sad tone, but more importantly you felt weirdly excited; you were getting so close, this was your chance.

"'m serious"

You hesitated for a second, not knowing what to say- you didn't want to scare this very brief moment away, just wanted to build on it.

"You want anything? or just want to go to bed?"

"Just bed- come 'ere mama"

At his pleading words you both got comfortable into bed, Gator still slightly agitated, you could feel it on him as you rested into his side.

"wanna.. talk?" You spoke slowly, just testing the waters, seeing how far you could push.

"Wha- What you mean"

You knew this was risky, he was very touchy around talking about feelings and you were very aware this could backfire.

"Like, about what happened?"

"Nothin happened-" He grumbled, this wasn't going smoothly. But you weren't about to stop.

"You were angry- something happened"

You curled up closer to his side, hand resting on his chest, playing with the fabric of the shirt you gave him.

"'S fine doll, don't-"

You felt him tense underneath you, heard his heart beat speed up. Your hand started to move regulating patterns over his body trying to get him to calm back down again.

"I don't like seeing you so upset"

"wasn't upset-"

You pulled back at his sharp tone, looking into his dark eyes. They looked angry- but not actually, you could see the sadness behind them; he was breaking.

"Gator.. you don't have to do that with me"

"'M not doin anythin doll"

You sat up, throwing your legs over him so you were settled comfortably on his lower stomach, hands planted on his shoulders, going up to his neck, his hands automatically resting on your hips as if they belonged there.

"You don't have to pretend-"

"'M not!"

"Baby-"

"No, I don't understand" His voice was harsh, dismissive almost.

You lent down, kissing his neck (which always makes him fold), determined not to give up.

"Your putting up a wall Gates" you pull back from his neck.

“you know it’s okay not to be tough all the time”

"'M not- not all the time- I-"

You couldn't hold back the smile on your face- you were finally getting into him.

"It feels to me that you put on a front to everyone - including me - but I don't want to see that, I just want you"

He didn't say anything, you didn't know if that was a good or bad sign, was he about to open up, or was he about to kick off and walk out.

You took the risk and continued with a quiet, soft tone, closing in to kiss him first, reminding him that it was you, that this wasn't a trap.

"I want the side of you that you don't show to anyone else"

Your voice was quiet, mumbling against his lips.

He still didn't speak, but you felt him relax underneath you, saw his expression change, saw his eyes close, the grip on your hips soften.

"I know it's there Gates, show me"

The next breath he took was shaky, when he opened his eyes they were glassy, he went to speak but nothing came out causing you to sit in silence for a minute.

"Gator" You whispered into his neck.

The next thing you heard was a quiet noise, from him, a little whimper, then a heavy breath, then a choked sob.

You flew up, hands on his suddenly soaking wet cheeks as he just looked back at you, crying.

crying

Gator Tillman was crying.

You had got Gator Tillman to cry.

"Fuck baby I'm sorry- I didn't mean-"

You did mean for this to happen, secretly, but in a good way- you knew this would be good for him, but it didn't stop your heart breaking.

"Can you talk? Gator?"

"I- I never- No one- ever"

It took a long time for him to get words out, the tears eventually slowed after you'd swapped positions so Gator could quite literally cry into your chest.

But he spoke, finally. And he kept speaking, until there were no more words. Told you everything, about his dad, his childhood, his mum. It all broke your heart everything he deals with.

You stayed silent the whole time, just breathing calm under him, playing with his hair, listening.

"You don't tell anyone about this"

"I promise baby"

You laugh, even after all of this he was still protecting his ego. You didn't mind, he's opened up to you, and that was the most important thing.

"Thank you"

"What?"

"Thank you- for that, I've never done that"

Your heart broke, he was thanking you, for making him.. cry?

"No baby thank you for trusting me to do that"

"I love you"

Your eyes widened, he'd not said that yet? Of course you felt it, but hearing him say that? you couldn't help but let your own tears start to fall.

"I love you Gator"

You were new to Hawkins. It seemed pretty normal from the surface; safe and friendly.

You moved here alone, it's not long from where you used to live but It was close enough to your work to be accessible but far enough away that when you came home you could detach yourself from it.

The house you ended up at was nice, in Forest Hills. You hoped to be here for the long term so actually getting a nice place was a priority.

It was a quiet neighbourhood, only a few other houses scattered along the road. the houses went in twos meaning there was one close next door.

You and your friends had just finished moving all the boxes into the empty house, unpacking them slightly, and after a long tearful goodbye (they all lived like an hour away) you found yourself alone, surrounded by half unpacked boxes.

It was a weird feeling, a bit of anxiety sure but also a sense of relief and excitement for what's to come.

You began to slowly put away your belongings into cabinets, there wasn't much- you wanted a fresh start and that included shit like new kitchen appliances but unfortunately that doesn't happen overnight.

So for now you had to make do with a few mismatched items from your past place until you eventually replaced it all.

After all the downstairs boxes were unpacked, house still pretty empty, you felt a very strong wave of independence and pride.

That was until you went to continue the upstairs.

You made your way around the corner out the living room, not paying too much attention, but stopped the minute you approached the stairs.

A big fat spider was resting intimidatingly half way up the stairs.

You froze in fear. Genuinely what were you meant to do now. You were all alone, unarmed, no protection.

It had been a good minute of you just staring at the spider trying to build up some non existent courage to do something.

You finally step away and do the only thing you know what to do (minus panic) grab a glass and attempt to remove the spider.

Your shaking hands get the only glass you have back out the cabinet and slowly creep back to the stairs.

You take a deep breath and move the glass close to the spider. Heart racing, hands shaking you get so close before it moves.

Just a small twitch of one leg but it was enough to make you let out a small scream and drop the glass backing away quickly.

The glass breaks quickly, shattering by your feet.

"brilliant now I have no glass and still have a predator guarding the upstairs"

Looking around you genuinely have no idea what to do now.

Maybe you could.. see if someone else can help you.

Well no because you're alone.

Unless.. you ask a neighbour?

Before you think about it anymore you found yourself on the front drive of your house looking around at the other houses to see who's home.

It was early afternoon on a summer weekday meaning most people were probably still at work. There was no cars outside or any moment in any house, except one.

A nice bmw sat on the drive of the house right next door and there was obvious movement from the front window.

"okay just ask worst they'll say is no??"

Before you could back down you were at the door of this house, taking a deep breath knocking shakily.

The door opened almost immediately, revealing an attractive tall man, your age, wearing only sweatpants and holding a beer bottle.

"Hello?"

You opened your mouth hoping some words would just come out but your head was spinning.

"Hey- uh- so I- I just moved in- Today! and-"

His body language relaxed a little as he listened to your frantic words, becoming interested in where this was going.

"So- oh my god- this is so embarrassing but- there's this.. spider on my stairs and- I'm alone and- I need to get up there-"

"You want me to get rid of a spider?"

"Please"

"'course, give me a second"

He disappears out of view and leaves you alone in-front of his door briefly.

'That would have been so much easier if he wasn't so hot-'

"Hey.."

Your eyes look up and he's back in-front of you- now with a shirt on much to your dismay.

"oh hey" you reply trying your best to sound casual.

"sorry about my outfit just now- Wasn't expecting to see anyone"

"oh don't worry it's fine"

You had began to walk around the road and to your house.

"I'm Steve by the way"

You tell him your name in reply and exchange a bit more small talk before your in the house.

"So it's just down here- oh watch that" You point to the small pile of glass that you had pushed to the corner but not picked up yet.

"oh yeah I see him- you got a glass?"

"well- yeah down there" You point to the floor.

"Ah I see.."

"I have a mug?"

"what no more glasses?"

"I've just moved in- I wasn't exactly expecting I'd need much for tonight"

"Well this is why you've always got to be prepared- Where's that mug then?"

You go to the kitchen and retrieve your now only other drink wear and hand it to Steve.

"Don't break this- I have nothing else"

"You are planning on like.. buying some possessions eventually?"

"Well yeah-"

You stand far back as he leans over the stairs and in one quick movement, closes the mug over the spider trapping it on the stairs.

"oh god your so brave"

"ah this is nothing- you got like some card or something?"

"oh yeah"

You run back to the kitchen where a couple 'new home' cards are standing. You grab the biggest one and return to Steve.

He takes the card and carefully slides it under the mug, not letting the spider escape.

"there it's trapped, you're safe now. I'll take it outside"

He turns to you to see you backing away slowly knowing the spider is currently in his hands.

"Don't worry it's not going to get you"

"I know but"

"You real scared then?"

"Nah- not scared—"

As he passes you he puts the mug close to your face causing you to squeal and back away quickly.

He just laughs at your actions and you roll your eyes pushing him to the door.

He goes right to the end of the drive before removing the card from the bottom of the mug and letting the spider out.

You watch from the safety of your doorway as Steve turns around and heads back to you. He stops in-front of the door and gives back the mug and card.

"Thank you so much- genuinely"

"No worries, If you ever need anything"

"Thank you-"

There was a brief moment of silence where you just looked at each-other.

"I'd uh offer you a drink or something to say thanks but, you know I don't have anything" You say with a slight laugh.

"That's okay..." he pauses for a moment, like he's internally debating if what he's about to say is appropriate.

"You know we could.. always go to mine and you could offer me a drink there?"

"Oh..?"

"You know because I've got loads of stuff" He adds quickly, making you smile.

You look back into your house quickly, and the now non guarded stairs, before looking back to Steve.

"Okay Yeah sure- I can't be long though I do want to get everything unpacked before tonight"

"Oh well in that case, why don't we do that now, then when we go back to mine you have no time limit"

"That's a good idea Steve"

You step away from the door, letting him back into your house and watch as he immediately picks up the box labelled 'bedroom' and head for the stairs.

"we gotta clean that" He nods to the glass on the floor before taking himself upstairs.

The guilt and pressure from your family lifted significantly the second you stepped in your new home for the first time. Looking around you at the white painted walls, dark wood flooring, bay windows, you felt almost brand new.

Like you could be your true self here, not held back by the relentless restrictions of your family's religious customs. Have freedom with gator, live together without fear of being caught.

your family warmed up to gator a lot too, and you felt they were not as protective and controlling over you.

but as you as you stare down at the two red lines on the pregnancy test, tears forming in your eyes, the last two years of security comes crashing down.

you can't be pregnant. you'd be disowned, sworn out of your church friend group, sent to hell maybe.

but of course you were, you knew that vomiting wasn't random, that the sore boobs weren't just gator groping you too much.

you knew the risk of missing them three days of birth control. just three missed days, now your life was basically over.

you weren't even meant to be on birth control anyway, but it was the only way to hide your sinful sex life from everyone, the one thing you should have done was the one thing you just couldn't do; celibacy.

you were too addicted to gator for that, but now you were paying the price.

with shaking hands you pick up the test in one and hide it in the cupboard, grasping your necklace with the other.

how are you meant to tell gator, how are you meant to tell anyone

your first instinct is to pray and pray hard.

over the next two days you try to float the idea of marriage to gator, attempting to hint it to him in the evenings.

in your head, you must get married as soon as possible, before the baby is born, before your too pregnant to deny it happed before the night of the wedding.

gator corrupting you (as much as you love it) was bad enough, but now he's only gone and knocked you up, two years into your relationship, at 23 years old.

unfortunately, each time you brought up marriage it would just turn Gator on like crazy and have you bent over any nearby surface with him pounding into you from behind.

which wasn't all that bad, it's not like you could get pregnant, again, and it's not exactly a bad reaction.

tonight whilst you're eating you bring it up again, the third time.

dinner was forgotten quickly as gator laid you out on the dining table and buried his head between your legs.

his tongue was working overtime, as he brought two of his large fingers up to your hole and pushed in.

curling them up against your spongy walls, he instantly found the spot that made your head spin.

"gaatorrrr- i- im cumming"

he kept up his pace though your orgasm, as your stomach contracted and thighs shook around his head.

when he finally came up, his face was shiny with your juices, lips red and swollen.

grabbing your ankles, he pulled you off the table, keeping a tight hold round your waist as he spun you round and bent you over the wood.

you were still catching your breath from your orgasm when you felt Gators cock glide into your dripping heat.

"fuck mama- two years an she's still so tight fer me”

you let out a long whine which you originally intended to be actual words, drawing in a sharp breath when Gators hand collided with your ass cheek.

his pace was brutal, making the table creek and groan under you, not letting up even when he was close.

reaching down to grab a fistful of your hair, Gator pulled your body up against him, his other hand sliding around your lower stomach, almost like he knew.

"i want to see your face when i fill you up- shit- i can fucking feel how deep i am"

without letting you answer, he took your mouth in a filthy kiss, licking against your tongue and exploring your mouth like he doesn't do it everyday.

his hand leaves your hair to wrap around your neck, angling your head to force his tongue deeper into your throat.

"gaaate-" you cry into his mouth.

"gonna cum are ya?"

"yeaaaah"

your legs shook, threatening to give away from under you as your orgasm crashed over.

Gator's hips snapped against your ass a few more times out of rhythm before stilling with a deep moan.

his hand loosened from your neck, trailing down over your chest squeezing your boobs playfully, his way of bringing you back to the present.

as he kissed your neck he eased out of you slowly, not stepping away for a second though.

his arms stayed tight around you as you spun round to face him, kissing him briefly before the gut wrenching guilt of your pregnancy comes back.

and you can't take it anymore.

"gator-"

"what is is mama"

his pet name suddenly making you feel sick with a new meaning.

"can we- go upstairs i.."

"yeah, whatever ya want"

his hands snake under your thighs, picking you up quickly and heading for the stairs after you both half redress.

dropping you on the bed, he crawls back over you, kissing up your chest and neck.

"no- gator" you say quietly.

"shh ma-"

"gate-" you push him off you, sitting up against the headboard, biting your lip nervously.

"hey, what's up" his hand cups your face, concern spreading over his.

your head goes dizzy, nausea bubbling in your stomach as you close your eyes and just say it before you back out any more.

"i'm pregnant" the words leave you uncertainly, almost like it wasn’t you that said it.

you feel gators hand leave your cheek, opening your eyes your faced with a shocked gator.

"say something"

"actually pregnant?" he doesn't sound scared, or upset, if anything he sounds confident, proud almost.

"yeah.."

taking his brief silence as an opportunity to speak, you continue.

"okay- so we need to get married, now, well soon, i spoke to the church they can do a ceremony on sunday and-"

"woah wait what?"

"what?"

"married?"

you stare at gator who's stood up now, hands in his hair.

"well yeah" you say matter of factly.

"wait ma i don't want to get married on sunday"

"you- don't-"

"what no!"

confusion mixed with betrayal takes over, your breathing speeds up dangerously as your eyes fill with tears.

"gator!”

"ma!"

the tears fall fast and hot, uncontrollably running down your face as you choke on sobs and your body shakes.

"woah no.. fuck baby don't cry what-"

"i don't get it- why dont you want to marry me- you've got me pregnant”

“is this why you’ve been suddenly asking about it?”

his body drops down infront of yours as you pull your knees up to your chest. his hands wrap around you ankle, thumb rubbing circles into your skin.

"oh ma.. that's not- not what i meant"

"you don't love me?"

"what! when did i say that" his eyebrows shot up in shock at your irrational allegations against him.

"you don't want to marry me" you hiccup.

"i do want to marry you, one day sweets, at the right time"

"this is the right time"

"no it's not- listen to me"

"you listen to me" you cry out.

Gator sighs, standing up and pacing a lap of your room before getting onto the bed on his side.

his blood runs cold with guilt, when you first said you were pregnant his mind clouded with pride and uncontrollable lust.

your whole relationship flashed behind his eyes, from seeing you at church, oh so innocent, to two years later, having knocked you up.

he was proud of himself. he'd ultimately claimed you as his, the best way he could show he love for you.

what he didn't realise was your mind was clouded with a fear of being abandoned. not until he finally got you to speak.

"mama- come over here"

you sniffle in response, turning away from him.

"ma- don't make me ask again"

huffing loudly, you helplessly crawl to him, still craving his comfort despite your anger.

settling in his lap, his arms come around you protectively as he begins to speak into your hair between kisses.

"okay, calmly, why d'ya feel the need to get married so quickly"

"gator, what will everyone say"

"who- say about what?"

"everyone, my family, your family, all my friends- i'm going to be disowned, having a baby out of wedlock- and you won't marry me and I'm going to have to do this all alone and-"

gators grip tightened as he cut you off from spiralling.

"princess- stop it, yer being silly. i am not going to leave ya- fuck ya don't get how happy i am about this"

"you are?" you sit up, his hands coming to cup your tear stained cheeks.

"hell yeah i am, got my sweet girl all knocked up" he tries to laugh.

"gator-" you roll your eyes.

"okay"

"we have to get-"

"no we don't"

"why don't you want to marry me?" you cry out again, tears falling faster, insecurity taking over.

"princess, do you want to get married" his thumbs catch every tear from your eyes

"i have-"

"no. do ya want to- right now, like this"

"i don't know-"

"is this how you imagined yer proposal"

"i guess not" you sniffled, your breathing evening out as Gators words run though you.

he's right, you don't want to get married quite frankly. definitely not like this.

"see, i know i am going to marry ya one day, already decided that the second i saw ya two years ago. but this isn't our time okay sweets?"

"how do i tell everyone"

"we, will tell them together"

"what if they-"

"doesn't matter"

"it's dishonouring to you-“

"i don't care"

you sigh, falling back into Gators hold, still sniffing and hiccuping. his hands trace grounding patters up and down your arm until your breathing settles.

"pretty girl, you okay"

"i'm scared"

"thats okay, but i'm 'ere, ya not doing this alone im here to protect you. and when we do get married, then our baby will be there to see it"

you sit up with a fresh sea of tears building, tears of happiness and hope this time.

"our baby" you repeat as a whisper, realising that after three days, your still yet to think about the fact that you and gator are having a baby.

"yeah, our baby" he smiles back, a huge, uncontrollable smile

"you're happy?"

"'aven't been happier"

leaning down, gator catches your lips in a soft warm kiss full of reassurance as his hand cradled your neck.

"i'm gonna look after ya, an our baby.. and i promise i'd never leave ya, or let yer family disown ya.. i love you mama"

"i love you gator"

you fall asleep in his hold, eyes watery and red. when you wake up the next morning, Gators hands are firm on your stomach from behind you.

"mama"

"gate"

"hey ma" he chuckles at your morning voice.

"my head hurts"

"oh sweets, cmere" he tugs on your underwear, gesturing for you to turn over.

when you do, your bury your face in his neck, breathing his scent in.

"i've called your dad" he whispers.

you go to pull your head back suddenly, but he hold it in place, already prepared for your reaction.

"shh- dinner tonight, we can tell them if you want"

"gates-"

"it'll be okay, they're yer family at the end of the day"

you sigh into his skin, swallowing back tears.

"cmon, no more cryin"

"what about your family?"

"dad'll tell me i'm stupid, i'll remind him he can't say anything- and that'll be that"

"but-"

"nothing, and i mean nothing can get in my way of ya- an if it does all go horrible an we're banished from the town or some crap, we'll get out of this shit hole and start somewhere else"

you laugh weakly, the idea sounding honestly quite desirable.

"and if i say i'd like that"

"we'll do it"

with watery eyes you look up to Gator who's already looking down at you with a reassuring smile.

"hey, ma i said none of that" his thumbs rub under your eyes. "i love you"

"i love you too"

"don't worry about tonight"

"i'll try not to"

"i'll be there, always"

you nod timidly, trying your hardest to burn away the last bit of fear from the last week

"hey, let me show you just how much i love ya" he muttered against your lips as he leaned down to kiss you, dipping his hand under the fabric of your underwear.

Main parts:

Corruption

Corrupting

Corrupted

three missed days

Minis:

You loved mornings wrapped in Steve's warm embrace, sun rays spilling through the blinds and settling over the sheets.

It was one of the times that you felt safest. The soft contact regulated you in a way that nothing else could. And Steve? He loved it as equally as you did.

He always made sure you both slept with as few clothes on as possible; it wasn't necessarily sexual, he just craved the feeling of skin to skin. He felt a physical closeness like this that you couldn't get when the barrier of pyjamas was in the way.

Even though you were both very used to staying at each other's houses, it still only happened when parents were away. In Steve's case this was quite often but for you, not so much.

This meant that every time Steve stayed at yours he made sure to soak up every sacred moment, like he was memorising each corner of your room, the way your bed felt beneath him, the smell of your deodorant mixed with scented candles, he could go on and on.

He loved it.

His biggest fear was that he was going to loose it.

He'd woken up before you like he normally always did; it didn't bother him at all as he enjoyed being able to just watch you sleep for a moment.

You were laid with your back pressed against his chest, a stray curl resting over your face and your legs still entangled with Steve's.

Over your hip, Steve's whole arm held you to him protectively almost as if you were going to disappear in your sleep. His arm rose and fell slightly while you slept calmly under his hold as his other hand slipped under your waist to pull you closer.

Subconsciously realising that Steve was awake, you began to stir until you eventually fluttered open your eyes.

Before your eyes could even adjust to the light, Steve was placing open mouth kisses over your neck and shoulder. Instinctively, you leaned your head back opening up your neck to the boy behind you as your hands found his.

"Good morning baby girl, sleep good?"

"mm" you weren't quite awake when he spoke to you. Turning around to face him you buried your face into his chest and griped onto him.

You pushed your face even further into him, taking in every single sense around you. The way he felt, how he held you, the raspy sound of his voice.

"not quite awake yet?" He spoke quietly with a slight laugh.

"no" you grumbled, threatening to give back into sleep.

You felt Steve's hands creep up your back and finally reach your hair, fingers raking through the curls of the strands.

Instinctively, you let your head lean back slightly into his hand, the feeling of sleep coming back quickly.

"what time is it?" you whisper.

"uhh just gone 10"

"shit" you try to pull away slightly.

"what" His voice was still raspy as he spoke into your hair and tightened his hold on you.

"my mom will probably be home really soon and I've got to be at work at 12"