#kelly!reader

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The rain continued to fall, and you stuck your tongue out and felt the drops of water fall gently onto the tip, making you smile. The chill of the bitter wind had started to bite you once again, as Davey’s coat had now become just as wet as the rest of you. The lightning surged across the air once again, making your eyes open wide and your smile grew wider. Suddenly, you felt the rain stopped falling upon your head, the light from the moon got dimmer right above you. Looking up, you saw an umbrella placed above you, and soon after a blanket was draped over your shoulders. 

“If I can’t convince you, I’ll join you” Davey smiled, taking a seat next to you and draping another blanket over both of your legs. 

“I thought you didn’t want to be up here” 

“I don’t” he laughed, “I brought supplies to make it survivable though” 

“Such as?” You smiled with him, looking towards the bag that Davey was shuffling through. 

“Take my coat off” 

“What? Why? It’s warm” you argued. 

“Because this will be warmer” Davey held up an old flannel shirt of his, “For a start, it’s dry. And Romeo said you could wear his jacket. And I brought a couple pillows up because let’s be honest, this roof isn’t exactly comfortable” 

“Jack and I used to sleep up here in the summer,” you said simply, sliding the warm flannel on your own soggy shirt.

“Yeah, but you Kelly’s are superhuman” 

“No, it’s just the roof is more comfortable than the streets” you glanced at Davey, noticing him swallow thickly from the awkwardness, “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to-“ 

“Well, it’s true” Davey cleared his throat, pulling a towel out of the bag to dry his hair with, “I just hope that I can offer you more comfort than you currently have. Comfort that you deserve” 

“You know you already do more than enough for me, Dave” you smiled, taking his hand and squeezing it tightly.

“You will move in with me next year, won’t you, Y/N?” He asked, a sort of worry on his face, “When you leave this place, you’ll come and live with me?” 

“Of course” you smiled, “That’s all I’ve ever wanted since we became, ya know…official” 

You raised your eyebrows at him suggestively, making him giggle, “Four years next week” 

“You’re a saint” you leaned into him, feeling his arms wrap around your shoulders as the thunder continued to crash across the sky, the lightning dancing as an accompaniment to its song.

“I am?” 

“Yeah, for putting up with me for four years”  

“I am” he laughed, jumping slightly when the next thunder rang in his ears. 

“You aren’t scared of thunderstorms are you?” You teased Davey, seeing the worry on his face. 

“No, I just don’t like being outside in the middle of them” he sighed. 

“You don’t have to be out here, you know” 

“No, I do” he smiled down at you, “Can’t have you dying of pneumonia. Or hyperthermia. Or the plague” 

“The plague?” You asked, confused. 

“I had to say a third sickness. Rule of three. It was the first one that came to my mind” 

“Not Influenza? Common cold?” 

“Those would have been more viable options” he laughed, realising his mistake.

There was a comfortable silence as the thunder continued to crash through the sky, the two of you watching in awe as the lightning bolts flew across the sky. It was honestly the most beautiful thing you had seen in a while. You felt contempt with Davey, his thumb absentmindedly stroking your knuckles as the two of you stared into the sky. You looked at him momentarily, watching as his eyes shone when the lightning came, the way his breath hitched when the thunder followed. The way he was thinking about something so intensely. It felt like you were the only two people on earth. 

“You heard from Jack recently?” Davey asked quietly, breaking the silence. 

“Not recently. Last I heard from him was about 4 months ago. It takes time for letters to be delivered back and forth from different states” 

“So, he’s out living the dream then, huh?” 

“Yeah” you laughed, almost coming out as a jealous scoff, “He got a job working at the largest ranch in the state, apparently. He’s taken to looking after the animals. The guy who owns the land, Mr Samson, has given Jack so much. And he pays well. Jack says once he has enough, he’s going to send me the money for me to go to Santa Fe and be with him. Apparently, they have a job for me when I go” 

“And are you going to?” 

You looked up to Davey, “No” 

“What?” 

“I promised you I’d move in with you. Home is where you are, Davey” 

“Really?” His smile was childish but full of love, his arms tightening around you, pulling you closer towards his lap. 

“Yes,” you laughed, feeling his hands warm on your waist, “Don’t get me wrong, I love Jack…but he’s my brother. I’m not exactly willing to live with him forever. Like you. You moved away from Les, didn’t you?” 

“Well, yes but-“ 

“But nothing!” You interrupted Davey, “I love Jack, but I love you more. I want to be with you for as long as you’ll let me” 

Davey smiled, smiling contently, “I’ll always let you, Y/N” 

“When I move in, can we get a dog?” 

Davey laughed loudly, “My landlord wouldn’t let me” 

“Cat?” 

“It would get lost” 

“Fish?” 

“From where?!” He kept laughing, “I doubt we’ll be able to get anything!” 

“A fly?” You asked after a small moment of silence.

“I might just be able to do that” he nudged you with his shoulder, placing a kiss on your temple, “Although, we will have to look at buying a bigger bed” 

“We both fit perfectly fine in the one you currently have” 

“Yes, it’s fine for now,” he said, nuzzling his chin on your shoulder, watching the sky calm down from the earlier storm, “But for every night? We’re going to need a much bigger bed. You’re not going to want to sleep right on top of me every night” 

“I never said that” you argued back, kissing his hand that was wrapped around your chest. 

“Alright then, I don’t want you sleeping on top of me every night” 

“You don’t mean that”

“No, you’re right I don’t” he smiled, kissing the very top of your ear, “Although I have no doubt that our kids will want to sleep in the same bed as us too…so we will need a bigger bed at some time” 

“Sorry…kids?” you asked, almost stuttering. 

“Well, eventually we’ll have children, won’t we?” 

“Jesus, Dave, I’m only 17!” 

“Well…I don’t mean right now!” He laughed, stroking your arms gently as the stars started to peek out from behind the clouds, the thunder rumbling quietly, “I mean in the future. When we’re married” 

“Who says we’ll even get married” 

“I do” he whispered, “I’d ask you right now if I had the ring” 

“Again, Dave…you may well be an adult, but I’m not” 

“Does that matter? My mother married my father when she was 16. A-and there’s this girl at work who got engaged just last month, and she’s only just turned-“ 

“Dave, I get it, I get it” you laughed, trying to shuffle out of his grip, “But I’m not taking that as a proposal” 

“I’m not expecting you to” he kissed you once again, “I’m going to propose to you properly one day. And that’s a promise” 

“I’ll hold you to that…and what’s with all the affection?! I’ve never been showered in so many kisses before” 

“What? I can’t show my love for you now?” 

“No” you giggled, “You can’t” 

“I just love this” he smiled, the rain coming to and turning into a very light mist, “You and me, sat here high above the rest of the world. Just the two of us. I can see why you like it up here so much” 

“You’ve come to your senses” you yawned, shuffling further down into a more comfortable position, still wrapped up in Davey’s arms. 

“You’ve made it so” he smiled, kissing the top of your head gently as he also made himself comfortable underneath all the blankets and in amongst the number of pillows he had brought up with him. 

“What else do you see in the future for us, Davey?” 

“Loads of things” he sighed, starting to stroke your hair as your eyes fluttered shut, “I think about waking up with you every morning. Waking up with you in my arms as the sun comes in through the windows. You’ll want five more minutes in bed each day so I’ll get up and make you some eggs or porridge or whatever we have in our little apartment for breakfast. You’ll wake up with your beautifully messy hair and we’ll have breakfast at the table overlooking the square outside the circulation gate. I’ll go to work in the morning and you’ll go to yours, at the theatre where you can put your talent and passion to work. We’ll meet at Jacobi’s for lunch, which will be more than just a glass of water each. We’ll arrive home at the same time and we’ll both collapse on our bed, taking a short nap before you make us the most amazing dinner each night and I’ll run you a hot bath that we’ll end up sharing because God knows we’re not that wealthy, and I don’t think we ever will be. We’ll end up going to bed every night at around 10 or 11, both exhausted, and we’ll fall asleep in each other's arms…like you already have”