Author's Note: Hello people of the Austin and Ally fanfiction world! *insert happy grin* This story is based on Johanna Lindsey's "Captive Bride." So, therefore, the plot doesn't really belong to me and I am just merely borrowing the plot. . IT BELONGS TO HER AND I DISCLAIM ANYTHING THAT YOU SEE FAMILIAR HERE. Changes will be made to fit the characters and it might be a little OOC because, well, this IS an AU. Please tell me what you think! I'm a REALLY lazy person, so if this isn't worth my time, I'll probably forget about it, or not. We'll see how this goes. :D
To my good friend winkawinkamika, [if you are a fan of the manga/anime Fairy Tail, go check out her stories. It'll entertain you, I promise] as to what I have said in the disclaimer above, this mature story wasn't completely hatched in my still somewhat innocent mindset, so HUSH YOUR TUSH WOMAN and sit the fudge down. So, your teasings will not be welcomed [as always] and if you see anything above PG 13 here [excluding the gore, that will probably be mine], don't go telling people that I am a horny little girl, because I AM NOT. Anyways, feel free to continue reading or go on with your life. XOXO
Chapter One
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The weather was pleasantly nice and warm on this early spring day. The slightest warm breeze played daintily with the great oak trees that lined the long driveway, leading to the Dawson manor.
A dark haired man, in a tux was inside the mansion, pacing back and forth across the large drawing room with it's gold-brocade furniture, waiting patiently for Allyson Dawson to come downstairs. The brown haired man who grew frustrated as the minutes ticked by, finally stopped pacing and stood before the window, looking out at the Dawson's vast estate.
"Damn it. What is taking her so long?" Dallas muttered as he ran his hand through his brown locks in pure frustration and nervousness.
He has rushed over to the Dawson's after he had finally reached to a conclusion to something that had been occupying his mind for the past week, and that something involved the young Dawson girl. Dallas had been having second thoughts about what he wanted to tell her, when two soft hands slipped over his eyes and felt a woman's soft body pressed against his back.
"Guess who?" She whispered playfully in his ear.
Dallas visibly gulped as he felt the hot air from her mouth, tickle his ear. He wish she wouldn't do that anymore. It was fine wen they were children growing up together, but lately her nearness was driving him crazy with desire. He turned to face her now and was enchanted by her uncommon beauty. She was wearing a form fitting, dark blue laced dress, that ended a couple inched above her knees. Her long luscious brown tresses was down in their usual waves.
"Would you stop staring at me like that, Dallas? You've been doing that more lately and it makes me so self-conscious. Do I have dirt on my face?" Ally Dawson said, a little irritated.
The young man felt heat creep us his face and stammered, "I'm sorry, Ally. It's just, you've grown to be-well, you're just so beautiful now."
"Gee, thanks Dallas. Apparently, I was a hideous beast before." Ally retorted, playfully rolling her eyes.
"No! Allyson Marie, you know what I meant," Dallas replied, sending the other brunette a knowing glare.
"I guess I forgive you, Dallas," Ally laughed as she crossed to the gold-brocade couch and sat down. "Now, tell me why you are here so early. I didn't expect you until dinnertime, and Nana told me that you looked fit to be tied when you rushed in here."
Dallas felt perplexed trying to find thee right words, for he had not prepared his little speech. Well, he better say something before he lost the courage.
He held Ally's hands and sighed. "Ally, I don't want you to go to London this summer. Your uncle will be home in a couple of months and I plan to ask him for your hand in marriage. Then, after we are married, if you still wish to see London, I'll take you."
Ally pulled her hands away from Dallas and stared at him, aghast. She had always known that this day was bound to come. Their families have always considered them to be a good match and maybe, she would fall for him one day, and learn to love him as a partner. So far, she was absolutely sure that this was not the day.
"You're only just eighteen, Dallas, and I'm seventeen! We're too young to get married. You, of all people, know that I've always felt isolated in here. I want to travel the world and meet new people, not to be tied down into marriage." She paused, not wanting to hurt him. "I love you, Dallas, but not the way that you want me to. You have always been my best friend and I love you the same way I would love a brother, like how I love my uncle, Dez."
Dallas had listened to her patiently, knowing how strong-minded she was, but her last words hurt him deeply.
"Damn it, Ally! I don't want to be a brother to you," he started, staring straight to her eyes, " I love you. I love you as a man wants a woman."
He came over to her and , taking her hands again, pulled her up against him. "I want you more than I've ever wanted anything else. Taking you into my arms and making love to you is what I want, Ally," Dallas whispered as he sensually licked the shell of Ally's ear.
Disgusted and embarrassed, Ally pushed Dallas away from her and shouted, "Stop it, Dallas, I don;t want to her anymore of this!"
A stricken look on his boyish face was displayed. The young man, feeling compunction, tried to reach the petite girl, who was clearly aggravated. "Ally, I'm so so-"
"Ms. Ally!"
The person behind the voice was an old woman who cheerfully called out Ally's name, came busting into the room, with a tray of snacks. The elderly lady, Ally's old nanny, stopped abruptly and looked at the two teens. The tension and awkward vibe in the room was almost suffocating.
"I'm sorry for interrupting, Ms. Ally. I'll just come back later."
Ally shook her head and sent a grateful smile to the older woman. "No, Nana. Dallas and I weren't talking anything of importance." Ally sent Dallas a pointed glare, as if challenging him to object.
"No, Nana, we werent'. We were just about to go to the kitchen." Dallas sighed and sent a charming smile to Nana.
No more was said of the subject throughout the day and and Dallas tactfully did not mention any of his desires for his best friend again.
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Later that night, as Dallas lay on his own bed, thinking of Ally and that afternoon, he felt horribly apprehensive. He was suddenly positive that if Ally went to London this summer as planned, it would change her whole life and ruin his. Unfortunately, there was nothing to stop her.
There you! This was chapter one. Sorry if it's short. reviews make me happy so go ahead and click that review button :D
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