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DALLY WAS BEING PUNISHED, AND GOD WAS THE PUNISHER
Dally's punishment being Iris. How she made him feel sick whenever she wasn't around, the flutter he felt when he saw her again day after day. It was a never ending cycle that made Dally's walls continue to crumble, and it was all because God was punishing him for being him— at least, that's what Dallas thought.
As the days went by and the both of them grew closer to one another, Dally felt himself falling into a tragic yet warming state of love, him being both oblivious and also very aware. He always tried to convince himself that it wasn't happening whenever he caught himself smiling at her too much or melting into her side whenever she would squeeze the small of his back with her soft and graceful touch. Her skin felt like silk and her gaze felt like light. She was like a golden flower, blooming and feeding its magic into Dally's heart. It was all too sappy, and still, Dally felt it all to be perfect.
Even as she sat across the room from him at Buck's—an acquaintance of his, chatting his ear off all whilst he was too busy focusing on her, his flower. The way she would giggle at her friends jokes and tuck her hair behind her ear, revealing her lily of the valley earrings that dangled, oh so carefully, from her earlobe. "Yeah man.." Dally mumbled to his "friend" as he continued to zone out, reaching to pat his arm, only to discover that he was now halfway across the bar and happened to be sailing toward.. Iris?
Immediately, Dally sprung into action. He knew where this was going to go, he knew that if his friend got the chance to give her even a hint of his charm, she would swoon and choose him. But anybody else watching the situation would know full and well that she would only ever choose Dallas out of the two— why? because Dally's friend was the definition of a scumbag and his features were that of a deformed horse. Yet, Dally persevered.
"Hey babydoll" Dally whispered into Iris's ear that still had a piece of hair tucked behind it. He stared intensely at his friend, giving him the hint and making him walk away. Even though the two of them weren't together and had yet to discuss the situation, it were almost as if they were. They worked so well together, despite them being polar opposites. And even though it were an odd pairing, everyone could see that it was the right one. "You having fun?" He asked in his deep, raspy voice. The kind that made Iris's heart leap over a thousand stars and do tumbles through fields. He never failed to make her blush and grow bashful, even when merely breathing.
"Hmm.." Iris hummed as she spun her bar stool around to face him, his hands sliding onto her hips from their previous position on her back. "I'll have to think about that one" She answered slyly, earning a wild grin from Dally.
"Well... I could maybe make your night a bit better?" Dally pulled her into his body, now slowly rubbing her hips a little harsher. She looked at him clueless with the small dose of innocents that she still had left. He then slowly slid his hands down her body and to her upper thighs before moving back up again, only taking the fabric of her dress with him. Iris quickly fell into him, embarrassed at the situation of Dally almost flashing her panties to the bar.
