in which she swims to forget all the pain, but he sees it all because dallas edlen is not ok and, having loved her for years, seeing that was no task.
ONE BREATH
MINIMINTER
SIDEMEN
DEATHLIES 2016
[COMPLETED]
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THIRTY FIVE s i m o n
Simon walked Dallas home that afternoon. She'd adjusted her scarf around her neck, shoved one hand back into her pocket whilst the other one steadied herself on Simon as she leant up and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" She'd said.
"See you tomorrow." Simon nodded.
And she'd gone into her house. He'd walked home.
Then he didn't see her the next day. She texted him a quick sorry but after that there was no contact from her.
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The following day, Simon sat at his desk scrawling out his maths homework, but he could hear voices downstairs. One voice was his mum, but the other sounded like Dallas.
"He should be upstairs," He hears his mum say. "Go on up."
"Thanks," Dallas replies and then the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs was heard. Simon is looking at the door when she appears in the doorway. Her nose was red from the cold and her hair was framing her face in bouncing curls. Her coat and scarf was no where to be seen: his mum probably hung them up for her downstairs.
"Are you ok?" He asks her and her head tilts to the side slightly, just like it did before, but now she smirks just as she always used to, shutting the door behind her. She strides across the room with her long legs and takes his face in her frozen hands.
But the cold wasn't the shock. It was the kiss. It wasn't sweet, it was passionate as if she'd been waiting too long to do it. Simon doesn't question kissing back.
As she lowers herself onto his lap, one leg on either side, she doesn't break the kiss. In fact, she smiles into it. Simon swears he hears her laugh, feeling the vibration of it on his lips.
Ever so slightly, she pulls away. "I needed this," She whispers, her lips brushing his as she speaks and there was something so intimate about it, so raw. Simon presses another shorter kiss against her lips, she does not hesitate to respond. "I needed you," She whispers between the shortened kisses.
As Simon began to trail the kisses down from her mouth, her head tilts back. A soft sigh escapes her as he works against the tender skin of her neck, never wanting it to end. His fingers curl around the end of her shirt, but she takes the lead and pulls it straight off. Instantly, his eyes run down her body with a slight smile.
In that smile, she saw more than temptation and lust. She saw admiration and adoration: love. And she couldn't tell whether she loved him too, but she knew that he was definitely irreplaceable. She would never forget it either.
Their eyes meet, hers flicker between his swollen lips and his beautiful blue eyes. Where he was lost in her eyes, she was not at all lost because she knew what she wanted before she'd even stepped in the door.
With seduction in her eyes, she breathes a simple suggestion, "Maybe we should take this to the bed."
It was a simple suggestion to her, but to him it meant so much more. The girl he'd loved for years was in his room, asking for intimacy that he was more than willing to give.
"Maybe we should," He replies, unable to hide his smile that grew as she stood from him, allowing him to stand. As soon as he was within distance, she approaches with confidence that should have been intimidating. He didn't have time to be intimidated as she pulled his shirt over his head and pushed him back onto the bed, beginning to kiss down his body as she hovered over him in her red lace bra and skinny jeans.
There was a point of no return which they both hit as they wanted it just as much as the other. It became a competition as Simon rolled them over so he was on top, his fingers fumbling at the buttons of her jeans and sliding them down her legs, throwing them off the end of the bed.
Dallas lifts her head up, meeting his lips as he turns back to her and almost catching him off guard. His hand rests on her hip, the other holds her cheek. Her arms were looped around his shoulders, her back arching as he kisses down her chest and beyond.
The smirk rises onto her lips again as she flips them back over, sitting on him with hands either side of his head as she kisses along his neck, repaying the favour. She laughs against his skin when he moans in her ear, glad to be having that effect on him.
It made her feel worth it: as if she deserved to be on this world walking around with the money her father earned in her pockets because she was loved for who she was, not the contents of her pockets. It was a hell of a good feeling, almost as good as the raw intimacy she beheld with Simon that evening between the sheets creating memories she would try her hardest never to forget.
Perhaps she'd write them down in pretty poetry when she was alone. To sit in the mirror as she wrote and admire the constellations of hickeys down her neck, trailing across her breasts and along her stomach in patterns of love.
And he was the same, although he didn't think he needed to write the memories down to remember them. He never intended to lose her. He would do anything to make her stay in his arms, but she sat up after an hour of just lying next to one another just talking away the minutes with a sigh, running her hand though her hair.
"I really have to go, I'm sorry," She says to him, rolling onto her front and propping herself up on her elbows. "But there's something I need to tell you before I go."
"What is it?"
"They expelled me."
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1014 words treated you guys side note: the gif winded me Double update because I like this chapter a lot
