The Outsiders - Preferences, Ships, etc.

One Shot - Dallas Winston.

Prompt: "Woah, woah, woah. Okay, did you hit your head a little too hard, or did Dallas Winston actually crack a smile for me?"

It was late. Dallas and the others had gone to a rumble hours ago and as always, you were worrying instead of sleeping. You hoped so badly that nothing bad had happened to Dallas or any one else in the gang, but you knew deep down that they were never out this late without contacting you somehow, so you couldn't be so sure. You and Dallas had been 'dating' for at least a year, and you were used to him going to rumbles with the rest of the gang, but never once did you go to sleep until you knew where he was.

Another hour had passed, and Dallas still had not returned, so in order to distract yourself, you picked up the only book that had ever been in Dallas' room; Ponyboy's copy of 'Gone With The Wind' that he had left for Dallas, long after reading it himself. Eventually, three hours late, you heard the familiar footsteps on the wooden stairs, and you immediately dropped the book and rushed to the door, flying through it and slamming into Dallas. He let out a quiet grunt, and you could tell he was hurt.

"Careful, man." he said, with a hint of amusement in his tone. "Miss me, Doll?" he smirked. His smirk faded when he noticed your expression and realised that you were seriously angry with him for worrying you so much.

"Why the hell did you take so long, Dal?" you asked, hitting his shoulders.

"I went back to Darry's. Thought you'd be asleep." he said.

"I don't sleep on rumble nights until I know you're safe. You know that." you sighed, "Let's get you cleaned up - you look like shit."

Dallas waved a hand at you, walking past in the direction of his bed, hoping you'd shrug it off and leave him alone to get some well-needed sleep.

"Dallas." you said, sternly, letting him know that you weren't going to let this slide. "Some of those cuts are deep and they need cleaning, I ain't taking no for an answer tonight and I mean it. Get your ass in the bathroom."

Dallas knew you weren't dropping it, so he reluctantly did as you asked - a rare occurrence for him.

He stood in the bathroom, waiting for you, and he had the same moody expression on his face as he did all the time. You smiled to yourself as you hunted for the first aid kit, ignoring Dallas' complaints. When you had found the first aid kit, you hopped up onto the bathroom counter and sat down. Dallas was a fair bit taller than you, so, to be at the right height, you had to sit on the counter.

Dallas smiled a little - not a smirk, an actual smile.

"Woah, woah, woah. Okay, did you hit your head a little too hard, or did Dallas Winston actually crack a smile for me?" you teased.

"You cleaning up my face, Doll, or what?" he asked.

You smiled that time, and you pulled out the things you needed and got to work cleaning up the mess. Dallas winced and you apologised. "There...looks like you're good to go." you said, scanning his face to make sure you hadn't missed anything.

Dallas started to walk away, but you kicked the bathroom door shut gently with your foot, "I didn't say you could leave, did I?" you asked, using your pointer finger to ask him to come back to you. He gave his best smirk and took his place in front of you again, placing his hands gently on your thighs, before moving them up to grab your waist as he leant in and kissed you.