Who We Are(The Outsiders Fanfiction)

51|"That's Uncle Stevie To You."

<Skyler's POV>

Christina was technically wrong when she said we couldn't last twenty four hours of just being friends. We lasted exactly twenty four hours and ten minutes. After a few shots of straight vodka and a sleeping baby it was all over.

Dallas swipes everything off the dresser and it clatters to the floor with different shattering sounds. Picture frames probably. Neither of us care. Dallas sits me on the dresser top and then joins our mouths again.

When he first approached me I had refused his proposal of moving slowly into a relationship. "No Dallas," I had tsked, "not yet." I kept refusing until his voice dropped a few octaves and his voice tampered by cigarettes came close to my ear. His breathe making me bite my lip.

"Oh you'll give in eventually," he whispered seductively. On the inside my organs were on fire and I was nervous that he could hear my heart beating as loud as a shot gun. Instead of letting my nerves out I acted unfazed and rolled my eyes.

"When I lean back into our relationship it will be slowly," I say as I put my now empty shot glass in the sink. The half full bottle of vodka still remained on the counter. Dallas smirked and traced his fingers down my arm, knowing it had an effect on me.

"How about... now," he whispered huskily. I quickly grabbed the bottle of vodka and took a sip far to large to be normal. Just praying it would down my temptation.

"Nope I'm good," I managed to get out without my breath catching. Although I did let my eyes linger to his lips a few seconds to long. It was torture. Every time he moved I thought about my fingers gripping onto his back. As he kept tempting me I finished off the vodka and than slammed the bottle down on the counter. Forgetting it was glass the whole thing shattered. But it was too late. I had already latched myself on to Dallas.

Now his fingers press into the old scars on my thighs as he holds my legs to his sides. My hands are up his shirt tracing and memorizing the indents and smooth planes that build up his abdomen. His hands have moved from my legs to my back pulling me a bit closer to him as I move my hands from his torso to the front of the dresser, attempting not to fall off by clinging to the edge.

Dallas pulls away from the kiss and moves his lips to my neck. Just before his lips make contact with my throat his hot breath sends ironic shivers up my back. Dally's lips begin to leave behind small marks as proof that his lips were there. Almost like marking his territory over me. Tipping my head back I let out a small sigh.

His fingers fumble with the buttons of my flannel. Dallas grunts when the button won't come undone fast enough. "Damn shirt," he complains in a throaty growl. I laugh a bit and then help him undo the first few buttons. My shirt now gaping open for his eyes. He smirks and then throws himself with so much force at me that my head hits the wall behind me. "Oh fuck!" He says holding back a laugh. I begin to break out in giggles. "Did I hurt you?" He asks laughing hysterically.

"N-no," I stutter out between my own chuckles right before I tangle my finger in his hair and pull him back towards my lips.

Dallas picks me up from under my legs and throws me gracefully onto the bed. He smirks and pulls his shirt over his head as I wait impatiently on the cold sheets. Just itching for the feeling of his skin on mine. Dallas slides into a grind over me and we continue to kiss. The tips of his fingers slide into my belt loops and he pulls down my pants as far as he can until I have to kick them off. Then his hands are everywhere as my hands search frantically for something that isn't moving. An anchor for my mind and emotions.

All of our clothes are gone. There is sweat down my back and both of our heads are topped with a mess of crazy hair. Realization hits me. "Fuck!" I yell. Dallas pulls away.