can you give us a lil something from the next chapter? 👀
😏 Well, since you asked~
minor FFMW Part 2 spoilers under the cut
You’re staring at the ceiling, just as you have been for the last three hours, the comfort of sleep far beyond your reach when you hear something ricochet off the glass of your window and clatter down the shingled roof.
Initially, you're able to shrug it off, chalking it up to something carried along by the sharp Chicago winds. However, a second, harder clink has you sliding out of bed to peer cautiously into your front yard.
And there he is, gently illuminated by a single lamp post, the devil draped in a taupe grey suit.
After the initial moment of surprise, you open the window to admonish him for startling you but you’re unable to get the words out fast enough.
“Get ready. We’re going on a date.” He calls up to you.
If it were anyone else on your lawn, you’d have been shocked by the gall of such a demand, but for Tony…well… audacity seeps from his every pore like oil from the earth.
“And wear the necklace I bought you.” You blush fiercely as you realize he doesn’t know you haven't once removed it since he first put it on you. Ever present around your neck, the little silver lock had become a reluctant source of comfort, imbuing you with a sense of…belonging.
Quickly you banish the damning implications of that to the back of your mind.
“Tony it's eleven PM on a school night, where are we going?”
He simply checks his watch in that impatient way he does and says, “You’ve got five minutes sweetheart, don't keep me waiting.”
You nod, hoping you don't appear too willing before retreating back into your room. As you begin scrambling to get ready, it hits you.
You rush to the window again, knocking your forehead against the top pane before sticking your head back out.
“Did you say date?” you croak into the night air, more dazed by his wording than from the blow to your head.
He doesn’t answer you but you swear you can see his face go pink, even under the dim light of the street lamp.
You relish the brief glimpse of genuine human emotion in him, but soon remember the time limit he’s set; and while you’re fairly certain he won't actually keep you to it, you're eager to get down to him. So eager in fact that you grab whatever is closest for you to wear. Without hesitation, you reach for your uniform, already laid out for the morning, quickly dress, grab a jacket, and bound downstairs.
He’s looking at his watch again when you walk out the front door. You quickly take advantage of his momentary distraction to wrap yourself up in your green teddy bear coat. You'd hate to catch flack from him for wearing your uniform out on your date.
Date.
Fuck. The thought is still dizzying to you.
But this is Tony you’re dealing with. How much stock can you put into his words when he’s just as apt to soothe you with “sweetheart” as he is to scald you with “my little whore”.
You know full well that expectations are a dangerous thing to have in this unnamable game you’re playing. But just then Tony lifts his head to meet your eyes, and your appetite for danger is instantly whet.
