Rosie's POV
I waited until his breathing was light and regular. That nightmare scared me about as much as it scared him. I knew that if my dad came in right now, he would kill me. Plus Dally would loose his job, I couldn't let that happen. Daddy already talked about letting him go because we were moving but I convinced him to let him move with us, I took a deep breath and looked at the numerous scars that littered all over his tan skin. Pale translucent white against his tan skin.
I lightly traced one of the deeper looking ones, careful not to wake him. He stirred lightly and I froze, his dark brown eyes opened slowly before they met mine.
"What are you doin?" He asked, sleepily.
"I'm sorry." I murmured as I took my hand off his chest.
"No, keep doing what you were doing, it felt...good." He admitted, closing his eyes, like he couldn't admit to himself what he had just said.
I nod slowly as I continue to trace over his scars with the tip of my fingers. He took my hand and put it right above where I could feel his heart beat.
"Its fast." I simply stated.
"Because of you." He confirmed.
"What did I do?" I asked
He just smirked, wild and reckless.
"How did you get this one?" I asked, tracing over the deeper one.
"Broken bottle." He said, shrugging.
I whisper "Can I try something?"
He nods, slowly.
I lean down and gently kiss over his scars.
He closed his eyes and stroked my hair slowly. This was so wrong and we both knew it, but I don't think either of us cared.
I kissed up to his lips and slowly kissed him, he responded immediately. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer.
The kisses got more passionate very quickly.
I pulled back to breath, but his lips never left my skin as he slowly kissed down my neck and gently nipped and sucked at my neck to find my soft spot. I gasped and moaned softly when he found it. He smirked mischievously against my neck.
"We should stop." I whisper, against my will.
He pulled back to look at me, he nodded slowly then kissed me once again softly on the lips.
"Goodnight, doll." He murmured pulling me close to him.
"Goodnight, dally." I murmur sleepily.
That was the best night sleep I had ever had.

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FanfictionThis is a story about Dally before the gang when he was 16 and growing up on the streets.I hope to answer all questions about Dally's past along with some the gang later.