dallas winston imagines

spending the night

You just got home and you head to your room to change with Dal right behind you. You start undressing when you feel Dally's eyes on you. "Stop looking, you perv," you say looking through your dresser for some comfier clothes.

"Calm down sweetheart, its not like its anything I haven't seen before." You feel a piece of fabric thrown at you and you catch it seeing that its Dally's shirt. You put it on trying not to grin. You throw on some black shorts with it.

You head to the bathroom to wash up and whatnot when you see a sleepy Dally leaning against the doorway.

"What's taking so long, doll?" he says eyes closed.

"I'm almost done, give me a second." He stays there like that until your finished and you both get into bed.

He gets on his side of the bed facing the wall. You sigh in disappointment. He was so on and off with physical touch.

"Could you at least be facing me?" It came out a lot more harsh than you thought it would. Dally doesn't say anything and you assume he's already fallen asleep or just ignoring you.

"Nevermind then," you scoff getting in and laying on your side where you weren't facing him either. Suddenly you feel arms around your waist and a head resting lightly on your shoulder.

"Don't get sassy with me," Dally mumbles.