VALENTINA - dylan kingwell

CH4 "little game"

The party had grown louder behind them, but out here, beneath the cool night sky, it was as though the world had shrunk to just the two of them.

Valentina leaned back against the tree, her arms still crossed, trying to guard herself against the intensity of Dylan's stare. The night air was crisp, but all she could feel was the warmth radiating from him, standing so close that every inch between them felt charged.

Dylan's presence was overwhelming. The way he stood, his casual confidence, the slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips—it all made her pulse race. And that dress—he hadn't stopped looking at her since she walked into the party.

It had been bold, and she knew it. She wasn't one to dress like this often, but tonight, she wanted something different, something to push herself out of her comfort zone. And Dylan noticing her? That hadn't been part of the plan—but it thrilled her more than she'd care to admit.

"Are you always this fucking cold?" Dylan asked, his voice low, smooth, drawing her in.Valentina tilted her head, a smirk playing at her lips as she met his gaze.

"Only when I want to be." He took a step closer, closing the space between them even more. "You know, I don't usually come to these high school parties since I've graduated," he said, his tone casual, but there was something more beneath it, something teasing.

"But Addyson and her friends insisted." She raised an eyebrow. "And yet, here you are. Hanging out in the backyard like it's no big deal."

Dylan chuckled softly. "I could say the same about you." Valentina shrugged, biting the inside of her cheek.

"Sometimes it's good to switch things up." His eyes flicked down to the hem of her dress again, a look of appreciation flashing across his face before he quickly masked it.

"Yeah," he murmured, his voice dropping lower. "I can see that." There was a weight to his words that made her feel suddenly exposed, but not in a bad way. It was like Dylan saw through all the layers she put up, the defenses, the attitude. It was both terrifying and exhilarating.

She took a sip of her drink, trying to steady herself, but the alcohol was only making her feel warmer, more daring."So," she said, lifting her chin in a challenge, "what's the deal with you, Dylan? You show up to this party, stare at me all fucking night, and then act like you're not bothered by anything. What's your game?"

Dylan leaned against the tree beside her, his arm brushing lightly against hers as he did. The casual contact sent a jolt through her. "No game," he said, his eyes still locked on hers. "I just don't like pretending I'm not interested."

Valentina blinked, her heart skipping a beat at his bluntness. "Oh? And you think that's supposed to impress me?" Dylan smirked. "I'm not trying to impress you."

"Then what are you trying to do?" she asked, her voice softer now, the challenge fading as something more vulnerable crept in.

He paused for a moment, his eyes studying her face, as though weighing his next words carefully. "Maybe I'm just trying to figure you out."

Valentina felt her pulse quicken again. The way he said it—it wasn't a line or a joke. It was real, and that made it all the more dangerous. Because as much as she didn't want to admit it, Dylan was getting to her. She could feel it—the pull, the way her guard was slowly crumbling under the weight of his gaze.

"Good luck with that," she replied, her voice light, though her heart was pounding in her chest. Dylan's smirk softened into something more genuine, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"Oh, I'm in no hurry." There was something about the way he said it that sent a shiver down her spine, but before she could respond, Dylan's hand brushed hers, fingers barely grazing her skin.

It was subtle, almost accidental, but the contact sent a spark through her, making her breath hitch.Valentina looked up at him, her lips parting slightly as she caught his gaze again.

His eyes were darker now, filled with something intense and unreadable. She should have pulled away, should have put more distance between them, but she didn't. Instead, she stayed where she was, her heart racing in her chest, her body betraying her mind's best intentions.

"You always this bold?" Valentina asked, her voice soft, almost breathless, as she tried to maintain some semblance of control. Let's blame all of this on the alcohol tomorrow!

Dylan's gaze never left hers as he moved a fraction closer, his body just inches from hers now. "Only when I know what I want."

Her stomach flipped at his words, her resolve slipping even further. She swallowed hard, trying to think of something witty to say, something to deflect the way he was making her feel.

This wasn't how they both had expected the night to go, but now that she was here, standing this close to Dylan, she didn't want it to stop. Before she could think better of it, Valentina stepped closer, closing the last bit of space between them.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she met his gaze, daring him to make the next move. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the adrenaline, but suddenly, all of her self control felt miles away. This guy is 3 fucking years older than her!

Dylan's eyes darkened as she moved closer, his breath hitching slightly as she closed the distance. Then, slowly, his hand came up to rest lightly on her hip, the touch sending a shockwave through her body.

"You sure you want to play this game?" he murmured, his voice so low it was almost a growl. Valentina's heart was pounding, her pulse racing in her ears. But instead of pulling away, she smiled, her confidence growing as she looked up at him.

"I'm not afraid of a little game." Dylan's lips twitched into a smile, something dangerous glinting in his eyes. "Good."

Without warning, Dylan closed the final gap between them, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss that was as intense as it was unexpected.

Valentina froze for a split second, her mind spinning, before she kissed him back, her hands instinctively reaching up to tangle in his hair. The kiss was rough, unsteady, but it was everything she had been trying to fight against.

It was messy and raw, filled with all the unspoken tension that had been building between them for weeks. How dumb.

NOTE:
I have so many ideas for this fan fic

Also I wanted to write a Dylan fan fic because I have BEEN going crazy over that man since the baby sitters club,

but recently when I wanted to read a fan fic I saw that THEYRE SO FUCKING OLD LIKE THEYRE LIKE 4 YEARS OLD

Like this fandom is DEAD

And we're also living off of CRUMBS
Because why don't I have recent videos of him to edit.

Whatever.