𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 :: 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯

Eleven.

(semi-smut)

OCTOBER 27, 1966

DALLAS RAN DOWN THE DARK STREETS OF MONTGOMERY LANE with his pack of Marlboros tucked into his waistband. His feet stomped on the wet grass outside of Felicity's home that had no source of light inside. He skips past her parents' window and arrives at hers.

Felicity was knocked out in her bed, he could see her figure spread out on the bed. She had no blanket on which gave him a view of the shorts she wore underneath the oversize t-shirt that read, TULSA GUITARS and there sat a guitar print below the writing.

He lightly tapped his finger against the glass. Felicity twisted and turned at the sound, adding an annoyed groan. Her eyes opened up, looking around her room to see nothing but darkness. She moves over to the window where she heard the noise coming from, squinting at the window to get a better look at who was standing there.

Her palms push up the window when she realized that it was Dallas.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" She whisper-shouted at him.

Dallas' head ducked under the window while his legs pushed through the tight space, "Yeah, midnight."

"Dally, I got school in the morning, what do you want?" She yawned while approaching her bedside table lamp.

"I just wanted to see you." He said in a seductive tone.

He climbs into her bed while she sits by the edge, only to stare at him.

"Don't just sit there, come here." Dallas implored with open arms.

He watches Felicity crawl over to him. Behind her was the mirror that reflected off of the bed, he caught a glimpse of the blue striped shirts under her shirt, he loved those shorts on her for sure.

Felicity snuggles in his muscular arms that were bare and cold.

"Where's your coat?" She questioned.

"Right there." He pointed to the leather jacket that was hung up on her door.

"Oh right, whoops." She giggled.

Felicity tilted her head up to look at him, his eyes were fixated on her eyes.

They didn't know what they were at that moment, Dallas nor Felicity made their labels official but it was so obvious they knew about each other's feelings. Dallas didn't know when it was the right time to ask her, not only that but he didn't know how to tell her.

"What?" She queried with an eyebrow raised.

Dallas bit his lower lip back from grabbing her and smashing his lips against hers. However, Dallas was never strong enough to resist intimacy. When he wanted to avoid something, he would go and do the opposite, and that was exactly what he did.

His lips came crashing onto hers, Felicity rested her palm against his cheek. Dallas lowered his hand down her back while the other hand went up and down against her bare leg. Felicity felt his hand run up her thigh, she could've stopped him but this was all she was craving from Dallas all week— his touch. Instead of pushing him away, she let him.

Dallas dragged his fingers across cotton material that covered her opening. Felicity let out a small moan when she felt him lightly rub circles before taking his hand and sliding it into her shorts. Her legs bent from how weak she was becoming to his touch.

He kissed her lips aggressively, while his two fingers inserted themselves in her. The kiss muffles her moans that would've been heard from miles away. She lets go of his lips with her mouth agape but uses her hands to cover her mouth. She catches him smirking from the corner of her eye.

It only made Dallas move his fingers faster, she was almost hitting her high. Felicity was grabbing her sheets and biting her lip as hard as she could but everything felt too good to even stop.

All of a sudden, they hear knocks coming from her bedroom door and their eyes went wide. However, Felicity did not want the feeling to go away and she made Dallas continue until she was rolling her eyes to the back of her head.

"Who is it?" She breathlessly yelled, eyes widened from both pleasure and panic.

"It's mom, Felicity, can I come in?" Rosemary's muffled voice answered.

Dallas slips his fingers out of her, hurrying himself towards her window. Felicity grabs him by his shirt and took him away from the window, not wanting him to be seen her father who could've been at his window looking for the noise.

"One second, let me find my pants." Felicity anxiously lied when stuffing Dallas in her closet. "Hand me those pants."

Dallas threw her these grey joggers from the floor before having the door shut in his face. Felicity jumped into the pants, swinging the open in the harshest way. Rosemary's visage showed concern.

"Why are you up so late, mom?" Felicity panted.

"I heard noise, wanted to come and check on you." Rosemary answered but her tone had curiosity in it. "And what are you doing up, you got school tomorrow."

"Heard some noise too," she lied, "woke up and remembered that I had to check on my homework."

"Okay well don't stay up too long please."

Felicity hummed in agreement. Rosemary shuts the door and heads back to her bedroom.

There was silence from the closet until Dallas jumps out which startles Felicity onto her bed. She sees him dying of laughter in the middle of her room, but there was no sign of contentment.

"You're such an asshole." Felicity gritted her teeth as she shoved him back.

"You should've seen your face." He calms down, poking her cheek.

Her glare struck him.

"See ya around, doll." Dallas said.

He brushes past her to her window but was grabbed by the shirt again, except he was met with her lips. Felicity lets go with a smirk on her face.

"Bye Dally."

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