All for Myself {dallyboy}

Christmas Eve

{Pony's POV}

I've bought all my presents for Christmas. Well, almost all of them. I've got Darry new work boots, Soda a new leather band for his watch, Johnny a new hardcover copy of 'To Kill a Mockingbird' , Two-Bit a new pocketknife (his last one was stolen by socs), I got Bryon and Johnny matching bracelets, and even Steve a new blue flannel. Lastly, but of course most importantly, I got Dallas a new silver chain. The real silver is intensely shiny and is finely made of thin flat links. strung from the middle of the chain is a small emblem of saint christopher.

I just can't help but think that it's not enough. What if he gets me something better? Should I get him something else? What if I embarrass him by doing more than he did for a gift? I tuck the nagging thoughts to the back of my mind and place the chain back in the small velvet box. I close the lid and tuck the small box in between the mattress and the box spring of my bed.

I'm laying on my bare chest on the cool sheets waiting for Dallas to return from the bathroom. This is the first night since our little incident that I asked him to come over.

I rest my cheek on the pillow and stare impatiently at the door. As soon as I hear the tap running across the hall a light smile traces across my face. Only two nights until Christmas Eve with him. The thought alone makes me giddy with excitement. His strong footsteps on the floor end at my door, and he peeks into the room with a trace of a grin that widens when he meets my eyes.

"Well, well, well. Who're you lookin' cute for?"

"You, of course." I tease.

"Mmm. That's how I like it." he hums, stepping fully into the room.

"C'mere, I'm cold." I slide over the covers and he saunters to the bed. I slide to the left side of the bed and he lays next to me. Immediately he wraps his arms around my back and pulls me close by my shoulder blades. I tentatively wrap my arms around his and inhale the scent from his chest. As soon as I smell the familiar scent of cigarettes and vanilla, I nuzzle my face and nose into his skin to inhale deeper. He hums in delight at my actions and raises one hand to my hair, burying his nose in it.

"Are you excited for Christmas, baby?" he says, his lips brushing against my forehead.

"I'm ready to spend it with you. And the guys. But mostly you." I feel his lips against my skin stretch into another grin.

"Me too, me too. What did you get me?" he leans down to look in my eyes.

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know?"

"How many kisses to tell me?"

"Oh my god, you're so corny." I roll over to hide the blush that spreads over my face and slip out of his grasp. I know he'll just pull me back.

"Hey! Where d'you think you're going-"

His buff arms wrap strongly around my waist and drag me back to his warmth. The motion is so quick it startles me, and he immediately sprinkles my neck with a profusion of kisses tracing up to my ear. Each quick peck tickles me more, and I unconsciously bare my neck further for him to attack.

"D-dally! I-it tickles! Stop it!" I try to breathe between gasps between laughs.

"8, 9, 10, 11..." He counts mumbling after each soft press of his lips that seem to drag on in length the more he kisses me.

"Ahh! I-if you keep this up you m-might not get a present-!"

He immediately stops and looks down into my eyes, my head being turned around now to face him.

"I'm not even sure if you'll like what I got you." I admit.

"That's nonsense, love. You could get me anything and I'd treasure it like it was gold."