"I'M NOT IN the mood, Dallas," I grumble. I nudge him away as I take a sip of my beer.

"You're never in the mood," Dally responds as he sits beside me, ignoring my nudge of annoyance. I huff and roll my eyes taking a long sip of my beer.

Dally stares at me, his dark eyes filled with curiosity as his face keeps its usually bored expression. "So you're actually mad?" He asks after a few seconds of silence.

"Fuck off," I grumble, squeezing the bridge of my nose to release some tension in my pounding head.

"You wanna talk about it?" He questions. I open my eyes to look at Dally, surprise fills me when I see that he is being genuine. Dallas Winston is a lot of things, but caring isn't one of them.

"No, not really," I respond.

He simply nods then downs the rest of his beer, slamming the empty bottle on the kitchen counter as he jumps to his feet. He then pulls me up, snaking an arm around my waist to pull my body against his. "What are you doing?" I ask him as he guides us through the sea of people, towards the music.

"You don't wanna talk about it, so let me make you forget about it." He yells over the music. He twirls me around before yanking me back to him. A smile breaks onto my face as Dallas and I dance sloppily.

He twirled me around so fast I started getting dizzy, but I loved it. Our bodies move in sync as I turn around and sway my hips to the music. Dally puts his hands on my hips, his mouth ending up beside my ear. "Having fun, Darlin?" He whispers, spinning me around.

"Yes," I answer with a smile. His eyes flick down to my lips, lingering there for only a second before flicking back up to my eyes. I do the same but let my eyes linger on his plump lips. I remember our kiss from last night, how amazing his lips felt against mine. I want to kiss him again. I want to feel that again.

As if Dally read my thoughts, he leans down and captures my lips in a soft kiss. Electricity crawls through my body and settles in my bones. His hand comes up my back to the back of my neck. He tangles his hand in my hair and cradles the back of my neck.

I pull him closer to me a soft, barely audible moan leaving me as his hand travels down to cup my ass. I pull away and we pant for breath, our foreheads together. I couldn't ignore the desire I felt, and Dally's lustful stare wasn't helping. "I don't want a relationship," I whisper.

"Neither do I." He responds, his voice coming out in a low rumble.

I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, maybe this is what I needed. A good fuck to forget about all my worries. "Dallas can you do something for me?" I ask after a long minute to think.

"Anything, Darlin'." He responds almost immediately. Though I think he knew what I was about to ask. I lean close to his ear, pressing a soft kiss to the spot below his ear. I hear his breath catch in his throat and his hold on me tightens.

"Make me forget about my worries, please." I almost beg. Those words were the exact ones he was waiting for.

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In seconds, I'm being carried upstairs. Dally rushes to the first room he finds and locks the door before sitting me on the dresser and pressing his lips against mine forcefully.

I tangle my fingers through his brown locks, my mouth falling open as Dally's kisses travel down. I feel his tongue dart from his mouth, trailing down my neck. He peppers soft kisses after, and a soft moan falls from my mouth.

Dally pulls away and rips his shirt off his body, revealing his smooth bare chest. I pull mine off leaving me in a plain white bra. Dally attaches our lips again, and my hands find his chest, sliding down to his abs to feel the hard muscles beneath my fingertips.

Dally groans into my mouth, fisting my hair and wrapping a strong arm around my waist, yanking me up.

He throws me down on the bed, his hands fumbling with the belt of his jeans, his eyes never leaving me. "Put your hands on the footboard." I had never heard Dally sound so demanding, his voice a rough grumble.

I slowly obeyed, I had never done this before. Todd had only ever done the missionary position before and I had never been with anyone else besides him.

My thoughts are quickly interrupted when I hear Dally get behind me. I watch him in the mirror attached to the dresser. His eyes are trained on my body. I gasp lightly when he hooks his hands under my thighs and props my legs up higher, he lays a pillow under my stomach.

I don't get to ask why because my breath catches in my throat. Dally's hand trails up my back, unclasping my bra with ease. It falls off my shoulders and I move my hands so it slides off completely, leaving my top half bare to Dally's watchful eyes. He holds eye contact with me in the mirror as he palms one of my breasts, twisting my nipple between his fingers. A soft breath leaves me and I can feel my underwear dampen more. "Dally stop being so slow," I whisper as his hand trails down my stomach to the button of my jeans.

He chuckles lightly "I'll remember you said that." He whispers as he unbuttons my jeans, slipping my pants and underwear off my legs with ease. He groans, his eyes trailing over my naked body. I tense as he presses the tip of his dick to my entrance, teasing me.

I let out an annoyed whine "Dallas stop fucking tease m-" I'm cut off with a soft, strained moan coming from the back of my throat as Dally shoves his full length into me without warning.

A throaty moan left his mouth and he threw his head back. His thrusts into me are brutal and harsh, and fuck I loved it.

His hands hold my hips in a bruising grip and he fucks me. The grip I had on the footboard intensified so much that my knuckles turned white. The sound of skin-to-skin was loud, mixing with my moans and the bed that was creaking with each movement.

My face falls on the mattress and I let out a cry when I feel Dally rip my head up by my hair. "You get to watch Darlin'." He hisses in my ear. His hold on my hair was so tight that my head started to hurt. My mouth fell open and I wanted to die from embarrassment at the sight in front of me.

I could see everything in the dresser mirror. Dally pounds into me from behind. My breasts bounced with each movement, my face broke into pure pleasure. Heavy pants left my gapped open mouth and Dallas released my hair from his bruising grip. My disheveled, brown locks fall over some of the dark purple marks on my neck and collarbone. I was falling apart and Dally was loving every second of it.

"Look at my needy girl." He whispers. A small whimper leaves my mouth, and I arch my back more, causing Dally to go deeper, making my eyes roll back into my head.

"Say it." Dallas demands, "Tell me what you are, Angela." The way he said my name sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't bring myself to say it, I'm already embarrassed enough. So I keep my mouth shut.

Big mistake.

Dally lets out a rough, dark chuckle and at lightning speed he pulls out of me and flips me around, smacking my cunt. I let out a cry, my hands still on the footboard as my back arches and my pussy throbs from the pain before he slams back inside me. It was so messed up because I liked it. "What are you, Angela?" Dally asks through gritted teeth. He grabs my chin roughly, strands of his brown hair falling in his face.

"I'm -fuck- Y-your needy girl." I stammer out. My brain is mush and my body is putty in Dally's hands, he knew this as well as I did. I could feel the knot in my stomach tighten and I clenched around him. A pleasure-filled groan leaves his mouth.

"So good for me, yeah?" He pants, his mouth comes down to my nipple sucking harshly while he pinches the other with his free hand.

"Fuck- Dallas, I-" My sentences wouldn't form, but he seemed to know what I meant as his hand crawls from my nipple down to my clit, rubbing in harsh, rough circles.

A deafening moan climbs from my throat as the coil in my stomach finally snaps and I'm clinging onto Dally. At the same time, Dally moans into my breasts, pulling out of me so his warm seed paints my stomach.

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Heavy pants leave us both as Dally picks his head up from my chest. "How's that for "slow"?" He teases with a taunting grin.

"Not bad," I reply as nonchalantly as I can, just to mess with him as he uses a t-shirt from the floor to clean the mess on my stomach.

It seemed to work because his taunting grin disappeared and he flops back against the bed, pulling the cotton sheets over his lower body and tossing the now dirty shirt somewhere in the room. "Try to move then." He challenges.

"What?" I ask, maybe he wouldn't bother repeating himself.

"You heard me." He hums. His stare was more intense than usual. I didn't know if that was because he just fucked me better than Todd ever had in the year we were together or if it was because he was pissed off.

Either way, I wasn't about to humiliate myself more. "I need help," I mutter.

"What was that, Darlin'?" He hums fighting back a grin.

"Jesus- I need help," I grumble, louder now. Dally seemed to be satisfied because he gently moved me so I lay beside him. I pull the covers over my body and grumble nonsense under my breath. This seemed to make Dally extremely happy.

He opened his mouth to speak when we heard a knock at the door, "Hey, Dally you in there?" Buck Merle yells, his voice muffled by the door.

"Whatchya want?" Dally calls back.

"Johnny Cade and Ponyboy Curtis are here, they need to see you," Buck replies.

Panic flies through my chest and I shoot up wincing as I do. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I hiss quietly as Dally yells that he'll be down in a minute.

"Calm down, Ange." He tells me, grabbing my arm and giving it a light, reassuring squeeze.

"Do not tell me to calm down!" I hiss, I take a deep breath "Ponyboy can not know about this." I tell him.

"And he won't just stay up here and keep quiet. Get under the covers and hide your face real good, they won't know it's you." Dally instructs. It was a dumb idea. So dumb it might just work. I lay down and yank the covers over my head. Then something came to my mind.

"My clothes! Dallas hide my clothes." I hiss as Dally trips trying to put his jeans back on.

"Jesus, woman." He groans, kicking my clothes under the bed as I snicker from his not-so-graceful fall.

"Shut up." He grumbles. I reach my hand out and smack his ass causing him to jolt forward with a yelp of surprise, sending me a hard glare as he rubs the spot I hit.

I stifle a snicker and Dally leaves. Not much time passes and Dally comes back. "Got rid of them." He hums, and the bed creaks as he plops beside me.

I let out a sigh of relief and pushed the covers off my face, laying them to cover my chest area. Dally sighs and pulls me towards him, putting an arm around me. I lay my head on his chest and close my eyes.

I let out a surprised squeal when a harsh slap comes to my ass. "Payback," Dally says as I look up at him. An amused grin on his face.

"Fuck you, Dallas," I grumble.

"You already did." He retorts teasingly. I hit his chest and a chuckle leaves his mouth.

We fall silent and I lay my head back on his chest. I couldn't stop myself from asking. "Ponyboy. When you saw him did he seem...okay?" I ask. I needed the reassurance that my little brother was at least okay.

"He was fine- Why ask?" Dally questions.

"Nothing, he just argued with Darry. It didn't go well." I reply.

"Siblings fight, it's normal." Dally shrugs.

"Darry went too far this time," I mutter.

"That's why you came here." Dally guesses. I nod and let out a heavy sigh.

"I miss how things were...before the accident," I said and it was the truth. I missed helping my mother cook while Darry, Sodapop, and Ponyboy played football outside. I missed family dinners and Darry's smile, he doesn't smile anymore and when he does, it's almost always forced. I missed Ponyboy's joyful laugh and Sodopop being in school. The only reason he dropped out was because he had to work to help pay bills. He acts like it doesn't bother him but I know he misses school. I missed my father's strong, warm hugs and my mother's gentle, soothing voice. I miss my family before it was broken.

"I do, too." Dally hums "You were a lot happier than you are now."

I look up at him, my eyes traveling over his face. How could he notice? "Good night, Dallas," I mumble laying my head back on his chest.

"Night, Darlin'," he mumbles back.

It takes me a while to fall asleep. My head spun as I thought about what Dally said. When my parents first died, our gang had all asked my siblings and me if we were okay. I had lied through my teeth every time they asked and said that I was fine. They didn't believe me at first but with time they started to believe me. I was a good liar when I wanted to be. Or at least I thought I was. Now that Dally had admitted he noticed my unhappiness, I wondered if the whole gang had.

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