So this went kinda smutty? Idk I had one idea, but then a completely different one came on the page.
45: “You Can’t Do That!” With Natpea
Word Count: 1392
Warning: Underage Drinking, Teen Hormones
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“Oh, come on Babe! Just one song, and then we can hide away and play pool with everyone.” The normally badass girl pouted, her voice taking on a slight whine that was uncharacteristic of her. Glancing at her Boyfriend, she batted her eyelashes the best way Harley had taught her. “For me? Please?”
A firm hand settled on her thigh perfectly in sync with the deep sigh that escaped Sweet Pea’s lips. If he was wavering in his refusal, he didn’t show it, but the regret of their pool game-which involved the other person taking shots when the other person scored- was etched deeply in the furrowing of his brow. He was starting to think that his Spitfire had played him, purposely getting herself to this level of drunk.
“Nat we talked about this at the beginning of the night.” He grit out, trying to ignore the open mouthed kisses she was leaving along his collarbone. “Behind closed door, anything you say goes, but here? I am not risking-”
“Reputation, I know I know.” She murmured, her breath hot against his neck. She knew that she was winning him over, if not in one argument, towards other activities. “But there’s barely anybody left here, and they’re all drunk anyway so what’s the harm?”
“Fangs is here, and painfully sober.” Pea pointed out, looking over as his friend prepped the table to play another doubles match with Dax, Harley, and Toni. “And there would be plenty of harm in that.”
Nat bit her lip, knowing that he had her, but hiding her disappointment in the seductive gesture. Pulling his hand from her thigh, she stood up, positioning herself between his legs. One hand splayed over his chest while the other wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling slightly at the hairs there. She smirked at the low groan it elicited from him, loving the effect she had on him. His eyes were closed, but she lifted his chin to meet her eyes, his deep brown eyes dilating with lust as he finally met her pale green ones.
“Since when did you let Fogerty talk shit about you and get away with it?” She challenged, pressing her lips just below his earlobe, and tightening her grip on his neck. “Isn’t he the one who looks to you?”
He turned his head in an attempt to kiss her, but she spun away from him, wrapping his arms around her middle. He quickly adjusted his hands so that they were firmly grasping the dip of her hips. Pulling her closer to him, he could smell the Whiskey in her breath mingling with her apple scented shampoo. It was a scent that even sober drove him mad, since she always somehow smelled like her drink of choice, but in the buzzed state he was in, it was making all sorts of thoughts enter his mind. Lowering his head to where he neck met with her shoulder, he gave out a slight puff of air, enjoying the chill he felt shiver through her.
“You better be careful, Dwyer.” Her murmured, pressing his lips where his chin had been. “You’re starting to act girly.”
Sweet Pea felt his girlfriend’s jaw tighten against his face before she melted all her tension away by falling into him. Not in a dramatic, she fainted kind of way, but more like she merely let him take on all of her weight. Her hand lifted up to brush against his cheek softly and nuzzling into him.
“Thought you liked my girly moments, Sweets.” She teased, her fingers moving to rub at the back of his neck. “Separated me from the guys, ya know, since they aren’t your type.”
Before he could respond, she let out a small gasp, the music suddenly registering to her. It was a slower song, but had a steady beat. Standing up, she Nat pushed herself flush against him, her hips moving agonizingly slow against him. He tried to stop her, sill her even with his hands pushing down on her hips, but she tangled her fingers with his, moving them down to rest atop her thighs. She was really testing him now, but he knew that by the end of the night, she would be putty in his hands, so he pretended to just let her dance against him, sitting in his stool and only moving his hand to grab a drink from his beer.
Realizing that her tactic wasn’t working, she started to add a little more movement, her swaying turning into a blatant grind as she moved her hips in a figure eight against him. She could feel his body reacting, but heard nothing, so she turned around, playing with his hair, his chest, his biceps. She watched as he slowly unfurled in her hands, moving her face to his. She kissed the corner of his mouth, tracing his jaw with her lips before nipping at his ear once. Nat couldn’t stop the smirk that curved along his skin when he jumped, her face taking in her final target.
However, Sweet Pea had decided enough was enough, grabbing her face before she could get to his Serpent Tattoo. He had indulged her long enough, he was going to draw the line and it was going to be firm.
“You can’t do that, Spitfire.” He growled, his own lips ghosting over hers. “Not here, and not to get what you want.”
Her hips bucked against his, biting down the smirk from his reaction. “You should probably let the rest of yourself know that, then. I’m getting mixed signals, Sweets.”
Realizing that that mouth of hers was going to continue giving him trouble, Sweet Pea pulled her into a deep and passionate kiss, effectively shutting her up. She pulled him closer, trying to feel as much of him as she could, tasting the draft of his beer dancing on his tongue. It had a slight citrus twist that melted with the smokiness of her own drink, intoxicating her senses further than she thought possible. They both grabbed onto each other, trying to eliminate any space between them as their lips moved together in a dance of dominance. Knowing it would help her cause, she let him pull away first, pulling at her bottom lip with his teeth before moving to mark her neck. And that, is when she struck.
Pulling away from him, she had to blink herself sober slightly, nearly giving in as he let out a slight grunt of disappointment in being separated from her. She knew that she had gone deep into the rabbit hole of winning Sweets over, but the look on his face was worth it. His lips slightly swollen, and eyes dark and wide in her direction always threw her off, but when it was paired with his hair all ruffled from her playing with it was almost enough to make her give up, but she didn’t.
“Also, I’d say I can…” She continued as if they hadn’t just been making out in the middle of their conversation. “Because you won’t get any of this-” She extracted herself from him completely. “Until you follow me to that dance floor.”
And with an extra swing to her hip, she forced herself to walk away, moving to join the small group of other teens dancing in front of the stage. The next song started, and she was already moving her body to the beat when she felt a looming presence press itself against her back. Strong arms folded around her as she felt her boyfriend’s breath on her neck, greedily moving his lips to finish what he’d started.
“One song. One.” He muttered between kisses, his lips teasing at her skin. “And then we’re taking this somewhere else.”
Nat hummed in response, enjoying the feeling of his lips on her neck. “That’s all I was asking for, Babe. You’re the one who made me break out seductive warfare.”
Sweets said nothing to that, letting her have her gloating moment as the two moved together to the beat. He would never admit it to her, but he could definitely get used to the feeling of her moving against him in public like this. However, when they got to his trailer, that was when Sweet Pea did everything in his power to get what he wanted.
Summary: Ty and Sweets talk discuss Nat when the two take a break from the serpent community present wrapping.
Nat laughed and rolled her eyes at the exuberance of her fellow serpents. Never being one to wrap things very well, she had been placed at the bag table, where she still managed to rip up the tissue paper in the most frustrating of ways. Finally, FP and Tall Boy took pity on the girl and bad her move to writing all the tags. Thankful for something she couldn’t screw up, she made her way over, taking no notice in her actions being observed. She gave a brief nod to Ty, and a flirtatious wink over in Pea’s direction, but that was the end of it.
For her, at least; the boys had only just started. Ty nodded for the silent giant to join him at the bar, ordering a drink for them both. Once he was accompanied, he turned to see her crouched at a table, using her uncharacteristically neat handwriting to give Holiday cheer throughout the Southside. Both boys drank from their bottles taking in every inch of her, smiling when she punched Ratchet in the ribs when he came to make fun of her.
“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Ty muttered, trying to see a difference in how Sweet Pea looked at her. Where he tried to find lust, he did, but there was more to it than that, there was a respect and slight fear of her that threw him off.
“Brilliant, one could say.” The other boy agreed, turning the bottle in his hands before continuing. “Not that I don’t like a free beer, but why did you call me over?”
“To tell you something that Nat can never know,” Ty Sighed, running a hand down his face as he looked to her and back to her boyfriend.
“Dude, if you’re about to tell me you’re in love with her, I already knew that.” He shrugged, not seeming offended or threatened by it. It was the second thing that pissed Ty off. “Figured that was why you tended to avoid me.”
“I don’t avoid you I avoid wishing I was you.” Came the correction without thought. “Before she got with you, I was there for everything, ya know? Her ups her downs, her father’s imprisonment. Her mom skipped out on her and JD when they were kids, forcing her brother to give up a lot of shit to take care of her. Always blamed herself for it, it’s why she hides behind that attitude of hers.”
“I’m not replacing you if that’s what you’re worried about.” Sweet Pea turned away, leaning his arms against the bar. “She cares about you too much.”
“Is that Jealousy I hear?” Hope flew through Ty quickly, falling as soon as a laugh sounded next to him. Damn it, was this guy arrogant.
“Jealous? No, but I respect the people she has her in life, I’m not about to rip her away from it to be with me.”
Ty’s jaw clenched, hating how much he could understand and appreciate the thought. The two sat in silence for a minute, finishing their beers as they took in their surroundings. Fangs and Toni were introducing Jones to the event, FP and Tallboy were talking at the other end of the bar in hushed tones, and Harley was trying to put a bow on Dax’s head only for him to deftly steal it from her hand and capture her lips with his. There wasn’t a lot to be happy about in the Southside, but this was something the serpents took pride in, helping each other through tough times and still providing some happiness so that fewer kids ended up like them.
And there, right on the outskirts of it, but entangled in battle, sat Nat. Ratchet and JD had become quite the destraction for her labeling job, but she didn’t seem to mind. Instead they were tossing the pen back and forth to each other, grunting as she made moves to get them to drop it. The brothers turned Guardians only laughed though, tossing the pen over to Fangs who pocketed it with a laugh. This caused her to stop holding back, and just got into a straight out sparring match with the two. Though no one moved from their stations, Ty was positive that there were bets being placed around the place.
He turned once again, to Sweet Pea, deciding to finally comment on what he’d said. “Good: Because loving her is like loving the stars.”
Sweet Pea let out a huff, tearing his eyes away from his amazonian viper. “Now he speaks in riddles.”
“Look, I still don’t like you, but it’s christmas, so I’m feeling generous.” He explained seriously. “The burns brighter the farther away you are, but as you get close? You’ll see how dark and empty she really is.”
They watched as she stood victorious over one of the men only to be tossed over her brother’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes, beating at his back the whole time. Smiles found their way onto both boys faces. After drink, Sweets put his beer down and faced his girls right hand.
“There’s a reason I call her Spitfire, my friend.” He clapped at Ty’s shoulder, heading back to his station.
Ty sat there, watching the taller man scrunch over the table to wrap a few presents. He was called away a few moments after by FP, but he still found himself staring at the empty space. Downing his drink, Ty decided to stop being lazy and went to join his friends.
OC Appreciation - Week 2 OTP OTP: Natpea "Am I the only one who's weirded out when people say we found a copy of ourselves in each other?" "What do you mean?" "Personally, I can't stand it, I would never date myself." "And that's relevent because?" "I hate myself. I don't hate you."
