meant to be yours | d.w

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"To overtake me, who should miss me here. And long to know if I still held them dear"

Rebecca was electrocuting.

Dallas was magnetic.

There was a force that refused to be reckoned with when Dallas and Rebecca' world changed. That kiss alone was the spark that would inevitably drive them mad.

Rebecca could hardly think in this moment where she lost all signs of epiphany. For she was too busy being tangled in the complicated world that Dallas himself reigns. She could feel the taste of a cigarette briefly in this moment where nothing else mattered.

Two forces collided. Creating what was the beginning of a slope that would prove to be infallible. 

Dallas had his hands entangled in her brown locks, lost in the world he had been secretly begging to be a part of. The kiss deepened, the sparks being so evident as they took part in the action they have been wanting to do for too long now.

"I had always wondered why they never pull away in the movies," Rebecca thought. "But maybe now I understand why that proves to be impossible."

For the first time in Dallas' life, this was the only time a kiss felt intimate. It were as if millions of secrets were being exploited in that dim room with the empty sounding floorboards. He wanted to know her, all of her. But most of all, he wanted to really feel the rush he felt when kissing her for the first time.

Sure, it was relieving for the both of them. But they also felt exhilarated. For nothing else existed in this room that only housed two people. The world fell silent as they progressed, lost in the trance that refused to set them free.

Ah yes, how this kiss was indefinitely a trance for the both of them. For there was nothing they wanted more than to relieve the months and months where all they could think about was each other. There was this immense desire behind the kiss, the need to be close with each other as they practically fell into each other's arms.

As the kiss continued to deepen, all Rebecca could think about was wanting to touch him. Wanting to want him. All she wanted was him. Grasping onto his arms, she noticed for the first time how strong he is. Dallas then slid his hands to her waist, almost to steady her as he did his best work.

Rebecca felt consumed in this kiss. For when Dallas kisses, he likes to be in control. He is wild and free, but it felt exhilarating to be so close to someone like that. He kissed every part of her lips with precision and dedication, making her vision feel blurry.

Maybe the kiss didn't last a million years, but it sure felt like it. For Rebecca lost track of all time when he was around.

She pulled away first, being the coward that she still inevitably is. She felt like she needed a new surge of fresh air after what had happened between them. The only issue was that they still remained close, even as she pulled away.

They were both breathing heavily, and it was blatantly obvious that they both knew it.

Dallas just kissed her.

And she liked it. She really liked it.

He titled his head down so that their foreheads were pressed against one another's. She could sense and feel everything in this moment. The way they were both grasping for some sort of sign that this wasn't all just a dream. That this really happened. That all signs of rivalry have officially vanished. With his hands moving to the sides of her shoulders, keeping her secure, she wanted to stay in this moment. She needed to pinch herself to see if this was really happening.