“I want to.” You say.
“I do to, but…” Dally starts.
“But what?” You ask. You were lying on the bed next to him.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“We’ll it won’t hurt that bad…”
“No… I mean I don’t want to hurt you hurt you.”
“What do you mean?”
He pauses, and rolls on his side to look you in the eye. “I love you. You’re the first girl I’ve actually loved. When I’m around you you, it’s like my world has so much more meaning. So you know… If we bang, there going to be so much more emotional. It’s wont just be having sex… It will be making love. And I know I sound like a forty year old man, but it’s the truth. I wouldn’t want to do it with you because you’re hot, which I wanted to do when I first met you. Now, I want to do it because you’re beautiful, and I love you. I want you to have my kids. I want you to love me as much as I love you. I don’t want you to give up this part of you, for the fear I may end up failing you.” He says, finally looking away.
“Dally…” You whisper. “I love you that much to. That is why I want to do this.”
He bites his lip, looking you over. “I’ll be gentle. I promise. I’ll tell you I love you the whole way through.”
You lean over, kissing him, gently at first, then getting more passionate. Your fingers start running through his hair, his hands on your hips.
His shirt was already of, and he now was pulling of your dress, gently.
You reach down to undo his belt and slid off his pants.
“You sure you-” he starts, concern in his voice.
“Shh.” You command. You roll over on top of him, straddling him. You reach behind you, unclamping your bra, slowly taking it off, and tossing it down.
You smile down at him. He just bites his lip, looking you over.
He rolls over so he’s on top now. He slowly slides down your panties.
“You sure?”
“I’m positive.” You whisper, as you tug his boxers down.
“Just… Tell me if I hurt you.” He says, looking away.
You just nod your head as he slides into you.
You gasp quietly, not expecting it.
“Oh my god, are you ok?” The fear is drawn on his face.
“Keep going.” You say.
He shakes his head, but gives another thrust; each one gentle, but getting faster and faster. You moan as he hits your spot each time. You dig your nails into his back.
“I… Love… You.” He says, heavily breathing.
And then you both hit your high, and he falls onto you, still gently.
“I love you too.” You whisper.
“I do to, but…” Dally starts.
“But what?” You ask. You were lying on the bed next to him.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“We’ll it won’t hurt that bad…”
“No… I mean I don’t want to hurt you hurt you.”
“What do you mean?”
He pauses, and rolls on his side to look you in the eye. “I love you. You’re the first girl I’ve actually loved. When I’m around you you, it’s like my world has so much more meaning. So you know… If we bang, there going to be so much more emotional. It’s wont just be having sex… It will be making love. And I know I sound like a forty year old man, but it’s the truth. I wouldn’t want to do it with you because you’re hot, which I wanted to do when I first met you. Now, I want to do it because you’re beautiful, and I love you. I want you to have my kids. I want you to love me as much as I love you. I don’t want you to give up this part of you, for the fear I may end up failing you.” He says, finally looking away.
“Dally…” You whisper. “I love you that much to. That is why I want to do this.”
He bites his lip, looking you over. “I’ll be gentle. I promise. I’ll tell you I love you the whole way through.”
You lean over, kissing him, gently at first, then getting more passionate. Your fingers start running through his hair, his hands on your hips.
His shirt was already of, and he now was pulling of your dress, gently.
You reach down to undo his belt and slid off his pants.
“You sure you-” he starts, concern in his voice.
“Shh.” You command. You roll over on top of him, straddling him. You reach behind you, unclamping your bra, slowly taking it off, and tossing it down.
You smile down at him. He just bites his lip, looking you over.
He rolls over so he’s on top now. He slowly slides down your panties.
“You sure?”
“I’m positive.” You whisper, as you tug his boxers down.
“Just… Tell me if I hurt you.” He says, looking away.
You just nod your head as he slides into you.
You gasp quietly, not expecting it.
“Oh my god, are you ok?” The fear is drawn on his face.
“Keep going.” You say.
He shakes his head, but gives another thrust; each one gentle, but getting faster and faster. You moan as he hits your spot each time. You dig your nails into his back.
“I… Love… You.” He says, heavily breathing.
And then you both hit your high, and he falls onto you, still gently.
“I love you too.” You whisper.
His tongue ran down your stomach. It sent chills up your back. It felt amazing.
His tongue went back up to your lips as he started to unclasp your bra. He got it off, and threw it across the room.
But instead of it hitting the floor with a thud…
“Not on my couch.” Darry says, bra in hand
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“Yeah?” He says, looking over at you.
“I found this in the attic.” You say, tossing it over to him.
It was his baby blanket, a dark blue color.
He looks at it wide eyed, just taking in the memories.
“What about this?” He asks, still looking at the blanket.
“Well I thought our baby would like it.”
“Planning ahead huh?” He grins.
“Only 8 eight months ahead.” You smile.
He looks up at you in surprise.
“You’re pregnant?” He asks, standing up from the couch to face you.
You just smile.
He scoops you up into a giant hug.
How were you going to tell him you got laid off?
Y’all needed money… You had just bought a house, and money was short.
So of course you had to lose your job.
You walking into your house, and flop onto the couch. You were pretty much done with all the stress.
Darry walked out of the bathroom, towel around his waist.
“What’s up babe?” He said, chuckling at the sight of you sprawled on the couch.
“I got laid off.” You mumble.
He’s silent for a second, taking this in. “I’ll pick up another shift.” He says.
“No, no.. You don’t have to…” You start.
“No.. I’d make more money than you would. It’s gonna be fine I promise.”
He picks up the naked two year old and plops him into the bath. “There. Your in. Stay in.”
You were holding baby Stephanie, who would not stop crying. Why did you and Dally even agree to watch Johnny’s kids? This wasn’t a great experience.
“Hey, (Y/N), look at this,” Dally grins.
You look in the bathroom to see Josh, sitting in the tub, his hair greased back, smiling like a maniac.
You can’t help but burst out laughing, only making the baby cry more.
“Stephie, shut the hell up!” Josh says from the tub.
“Josh!” You scold. You glare at Dally.
“It wasn’t me!” Dally says.
“Yeah right.” You say, rolling your eyes.
“In my opinion, we are the greatest babysitters ever.” Dally said, smiling.
“Hey,” Dally whispers in your ear.
“Hey,”you whisper back.
“You’re parents home?”
“Yeah, they’re asleep.”
“So nothing fun?”
“Dally, you pig.” You laugh.
“Nah, I love just cuddling with you.” He says, snuggling closer to your body.
You’re silent for awhile, feeling the heat of his body.
“I love you.” You whisper.
“Not as much as I love you.” He squeezes you.