Heaven's On Fire |Dimebag Darrell

Your Crime Is Time

December 24th, 1991

  The days were closing in from when the guys headed back out on the road. The next day I walked into my job and had pulled Roy aside, surprisingly he was completely fine with the idea of me joining Pantera for a while, assuring me that I had a job waiting for my return. Trey on the other hand was bummed to see me go, he was still annoyed with the whole idea of Darrell, but he understood that he no longer had a part in my life anymore. Things between us were never going to be the same again.

  After the arrest, Carolyn being the type of mother that she was, grew upset in seeing the sight of my lip and the small bruises that littered my jaw. When Vinnie explained what happened, she understood quickly in why I did what I did. I was trying to protect her youngest son, since then she had shown her appreciation here and there. The dynamic between Darrell and I had changed slightly, no longer Darrell was sleeping with Vinnie, instead he started sharing his bed with me. I could see Darrell was opening up a bit more towards me, small things like a simple kiss to the cheek whenever he left the room or the need to constantly touch me. Were things finally starting to happen?

  Today being Christmas eve, Carolyn ran a quick run to drop gifts off and allowed us to sleep in a bit more. I could feel Darrell moved a bit which was causing me to slowly come to, feeling him pull me in closer to his bare chest only made me wake faster. I was enjoying the embrace that I found myself in and when I felt a gentle kiss to my forehead, my heart fluttered. Looking up at him, I was greeted by those ocean blues that I was growing to love. We both smiled at one another, "know what you want for Christmas?" I asked him. I told the Abbott family to not get me anything for the holiday since they opened up their home to me, but I wanted to give something back to them.

  Darrell knotted his brows in thought, thinking over in what he could ask for, it was kind of cute to see him play along. "Yeah, I think I have a general idea what I want for Christmas," his eyes lit up with mischief, he was up to something. Frowning at him, "well you better behave Mr. Abbott or else Santa may give you a bag of coal instead," I teased, working my way out of the bed. Darrell had other plans when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back down onto the mattress, crawling on top of me and not allowing me to move. With an amused look on his face, I could tell he was proud of himself for entrapping me, "yeah, you think I won't get what I want?" With a small thrust, I felt the growing morning wood that Darrell was working with, rub against my core. A small whimper had escaped me from the new friction.

  Fucker had me eating out of the palm of his hand. I wanted to fuck with him though, "mmm not sure. How bad do you want it?" I knew I was playing with fire but that was a risk I was willing to take. It only took a moment for those blues to change to grey which told me it was game on. With another thrust, Darrell smirked with confidence, he felt he had me where he wanted me. "Question is, how bad do you want it?" he challenged me, oh I loved how he did that. Without a response, I leaned up and gently nuzzled the tip of my nose against his, testing the waters. Darrell eyed me for only a moment before taking control, capturing my lips with his. Didn't take long for the kiss to grow, our tongues dancing with one another as our hands began to roam. 

  It had been a while since the last time we had sex and god damn did I need his magic touch. Knowing that I wasn't wearing anything under his shirt, Darrell pulled it up and over my head but this time he didn't let my arms through. Instead, he kept my arms in the sleeves and drew my arms behind my back, causing my weight to pin them between me and the bed. I wasn't able to reach out and touch him if I wanted to, this was something new. The position had caused my breasts to arch more which was something I knew he was loving; Darrell had a thing for my breasts, they were his favorite part of me. Well, that and my ass. Keeping weight down on me, Darrell was able to reach for a condom, making quick work to rolling it onto himself. The sight alone was erotic that my thighs began to rub together, trying to cause friction.