All for Myself {dallyboy}

Blue Christmas

{Pony's POV}

I cling tighter to whatever my arms are wrapped around, opening my eyes into little slits to look around the bright room. I open and close my mouth, swallowing to help my dry throat. My mind clears and I realize i'm holding tight on to Dallas's clothed waist. I nuzzle my face deeper into his chest and close my eyes again.

I want to enjoy this calm moment before we have to talk about how I ruined everything. I feel his right arm lift from my side, and begins to trace up and down the pale skin of my lower arm gently. His gentle touch sends shivers up my back, making me pull him in tighter and rub my cheek against his chest more.

"i'll never let you go again-" I breathe against his skin. The words slip out of my mouth before I have a chance to decide if I should say them at all or not. I feel his chest lower as he releases a breath he must've been holding in. His left arm reaches over me to hold on to my arm with a firm grasp.

"i won't either, ponyboy." He whispers, his lips against my forehead.

Suddenly, I decide to push myself up with my arms and lay myself over him, chest to chest. My legs straddle his waist and I hold the sides of his face and jaw lovingly.

"Dallas- i'm so fucking sorry. you're the best thing that's ever happened, and- I don't know. I'm so paranoid that it's all too good to be true. How could someone as wonderful as you want to be stuck with me...?-"

"hey, hey- stop talking like that," He uses his left hand to palm over my face, dragging his thumb over my protruding bottom lip to politely silence me. "just- just come with me."

He begins to sit up in bed, revealing himself in the same jeans and wife-beater he was wearing last night. He sits off the side of the bed, holding a hand out to mine with an almost unreadable smirk. I push out of the covers with my right hand, sitting up level with him. My left hand ever so slightly caresses the rough skin of his open palm before we wrap our fingers around the other.

His grasp is firm, yet still careful to not be too hard on me. I realize i'm also still in my clothes from yesterday. I don't remember how we ended up in bed, just me collapsing into Dallas's embrace.

I slip fully out of the covers and plant my bare feet on the carpeted floor. I hang my head, which Dallas notices immediately. His free hand travels to my jaw, using a curved finger to lead my eyes up to his.

"it's all right, ok babe? just follow me..." He turns his attention to the door and then back to me. I give him an unsure nod, and he begins leading me to the hall. We make our way slowly and gently, passing the bathroom, kitchen, and Johnnys room. Another apology to give. We end up together in the living room, where Dallas leaves my hand and moves on his own to the record player. what's he doing?

I see him pull out an album- Elvis's Christmas Album to be exact- and starts the record, dropping the needle on track 5.

'I'll have a Blue Christmas without you,
I'll be so blue just thinking about you-'

He gets up and turns back to me, looking accomplished with himself. I smirk for the first time, before noticing his outstretched hands.

"I don't know how to dance, Dally."

"Sure ya do. C'mere baby."

'Decorations of red, on a green Christmas tree-'

We meet in the middle afterI oblige, and he guides our hands to each other's hips and shoulders. We start to rock back and forth, stepping with our feet as our bodies become closer together.

'Wont be the same dear, if you're not here with me'

"Fitting, babe." I giggle gently against his chest, which i've now returned to nuzzling with my cheek.