𝗟𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 | 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗦𝗺𝘂𝘁

Waiting || Dallas Winston

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You shifted in your seat on the bench outside the police station, anxiously fidgeting with Dally's skull ring while you waited for him to come out. You'd promised him you'd be the first person he saw after two months and you never broke a promise. So you skipped school to keep your promise. It was probably only the second or third time you'd done it in your life, and you knew you'd be getting a long, dramatic lecture from Darry when he found out, but it was worth it. You looked up when you heard the door open, followed by a small groan. You were quick to hop up and pull him into a tight hug before the door even shut behind him "I'm so glad you're out, Dal! I missed you so much!"

"Easy, doll, I wasn't in the cooler for that long," he said with a quiet chuckle as he wrapped his arms around you, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "You got my St. Christopher, baby?" He asked as he took a lighter and a cigarette out of his jacket pocket, lighting it and taking a drag. You nodded and took it out of your own pocket, handing it over "Dallas it was almost two months now you wanna tell me what the hell you did?" "I got in a fight with a soc for sayin' some vulgar shit about you, a cop tried to break it up and I broke his nose," he answered casually. "Dallas you promised you'd stop gettin' into trouble so much!" You let out an exasperated sigh, looking up at him as you walked to Buck's. "I know I did, but if you'd heard what that jackass was sayin' you wouldn't blame me. I mean it, I tried to hold back but he kept goin' on," he said with a small huff, exhaling his smoke after taking a drag.

"Talked about takin' you in the back of his shitty fuckin' mustang, makin' you a soc girl and keepin' you away from greasers and hoods, takin' you away from people like me," Dallas grumbled under his breath, halfheartedly kicking a rock. You frowned as you listened "Dallas, you don't think I'd ever go with one of them, would you?" You asked softly. He shrugged quietly, kicking another rock. When the two of you stopped in front of Buck's moments later, you took his hands and looked up at him "Dally, I'm not goin' anywhere with anyone who isn't you. I love you." "You know you can do a whole lot better than me, (y/n)," he was blunt; no point in beating around the bush. "Maybe, but I don't want anyone else, I want you. You're stuck with me, you've been stuck with me since you asked me out while I had a fever."

Before Dallas could argue, you leaned up some and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He did try to argue but quickly dropped it, bring you in close to him tightly. You didn't pull your lips away from his until you felt him smile some "now come on, let's go inside, I have something private to talk to you about." Ignoring his questioning look, you led him inside and upstairs to his room. "Should I be worried about what you want to talk about?" He asked with a nervous chuckle. You shook your head and closed his door, sitting next to him on the bed "no." "Then shoot, princess," he looked at you curiously.

"Dallas I love you, and I don't want to wait anymore; I'm ready," you looked into his eyes as you spoke. "Are you talking about tellin' your brothers and the guys or about the sex?" He asked with a teasing smirk. "Well I was referring to the latter but I'm ready to tell them too. It's been six months, Dal, I don't know how much longer we can sneak around without them findin' out," you said. "Then I'm ready too, baby," he whispered, kissing your forehead softly. "But let's save that for later, I missed you too much," you said quietly before moving to gently straddle him, hands resting on his shoulders while his rested on your hips.

You captured his lips in a passionate kiss, eyes fluttering shut; you let it consume you and gave over full control to Dallas. His hand quickly found its way under your shirt, gently fondling your breast and rolling your nipple between his thumb and index fingers. He gently nipped at and tugged your bottom lip, smirking to himself at the quiet whimpers you let out. Soon, Dallas switched hands to give your other breast the same treatment, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck to your collarbone. He reluctantly pulled away and removed your shirt, tossing it and your bra on the floor before carefully laying you down. He continued kissing down your chest and took a nipple into his mouth, lightly tweaking the other in between his fingers. Your soft, breathy moans were the only sound in the room apart from the occasional hum he'd let out.