It started with a kiss | Dally x reader

chapter 11

Your POV

Later that night we walked Shauna home and went back to Ponyboy's house. We were sitting on his couch, Johnny fell asleep on one end of the couch and Ponyboy fell asleep on the other end.

I slowly get off the couch careful not to wake the boys and head to the front door ready to leave. I open it up and there on the front porch stands none other than Dally himself. He looked awful, he had a black eye forming and dried blood speckled his shirt and down the side of his face, there was also an array of cuts and bruises on his face and arms.

"Jesus Dal." I breath, I reach out and touch the side of his face he flinches and I pull my hand away. Red stains from my palm to my finger tips. "C'mon." I take his hand and drag him into the Curtis' bathroom careful not to make to much noise.

"Sit." I point to the edge on the tub and reluctantly he tales a seat. "Shirt. Off. Now." I grab rubbing alcohol from the cabinet.

"Jeez Y/n if you wanted to see me shirtless you could've just asked." He shoots me a smirk but I just roll my eyes.

"Will ya just do it." He pulls off his shirt.  I had to turn away because I knew I was blushing. This wasn't the first time I had seen him without a shirt, heck I have seen more then just his naked chest. His room it was always so dark so I never noticed how chiseled his chest was. He smirks at me in the mirror.

"Like what you see doll?" He stands up and wraps his arms around my waist from behind, lightly kissing down my neck. My breath caught in my throat.

"Dal.." was all I could choke out.

"Mhmm?" He mumbles into my skin.

"Please." I beg.

"Please what." He begins to suck on my neck lightly.

"Stop." I finally gathered up enough force to brush him away. He sits back on the edge of the tub again with a huff.

"I don't understand why you're so mad at me." I get on my knees and dab some rubbing alcohol onto his cuts. He doesn't even move away.

"Not even gonna answer me?" He looks at me, his expression neutral but hinted at a sliver of sadness. I shrug, I really didn't want to talk about it now especially considering the fact that everyone upstairs was asleep and I would probably freak out.

"I asked you a question. Why are you so upset?"

"So now you care?" I scoff. "Unbelievable."

"I always cared." He puts a finger under my chin and lifts my face up to his.

"Yeah now you care when you're not getting any." I pull away.

"What about you huh? Do you care?" He snaps.

"Dally if you didn't think I cared do you think I would be in a bathroom at almost 11:30 cleaning out your cuts when I'm mad at you." He didn't know what to say, which made me feel a little victorious. "Thats what I thought."

Without a warning he pins my against the wall, hands holding my wrists on either side of my head. His eyes pouring into mine.

"Dal. What are you doing?" I ask quietly.

Without answering he slams his lips into mine. The metallic blood was all I could taste. He slids his hands down around my lower back and he pulls me closer. Instinctively my arms wrap around his neck. He sits me up on the counter and reaches to slip off my shirt. But I quickly pull away.

"Not tonight Dal. I was supposed to be mad at you."

He puts his hands on my hips.

"You sure are stubborn ain't ya." He smirks.