We got back home to find Ponyboy cooking pasta. "How did it go, Charlie Brown?" He questioned, being the first person since my return to use my dad's nickname for me; it was nice, and it didn't hurt as much as it would have if it had been said a few days before.
"It was good, Pony. Well, I wouldn't say it was good exactly, but you know, it went as well as can be expected. It's definitely helped, like you wouldn't believe." It really had, I felt lighter and free; I was pretty sure my parents were smiling down on us at that moment, absolutely contented by the reformation of our family.
"I'm so pleased, hon." He smiled, "Now go sit down, you look beat. Dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes."
I slung myself onto the couch, exhausted; crying really does take it out of me. Two-bit was watching the television, one of those game shows where the contestants shriek at every sentence; it was grating on me. "Turn it over Two-be?" I whined. He obliged and cartoons appeared on screen; this was more Two-bit's thing anyway.
"You okay, sugar?" He looked at me worriedly. Two-bit and I had always been close before I'd left, we both entertained the gang by clowning around and it had connected us. He was never very good at serious conversations but it was always obvious he cared.
"Yeah, I guess. A bit down, but I am gonna be okay, this is the starting point of me moving on."
"Moving on but staying here, right?" Two-bit asked, cocking an eyebrow.
I giggled, "Yeah, I ain't going anywhere anytime soon!"
Dinner was nice, it was sombre as I spoke about what happened but I felt real close to everyone at the table at that time. At about seven thirty Dally strolled through the door. He was wearing ripped jeans and a murky green tee shirt; he looked hot! "How'd it go, sweetie?" He whispered into my ear as he sprinkled little kisses on my neck; it was driving me wild.
"It was okay. I feel a lot better. How's your day been?"
"Average: hung out with Shepard, messed about. Missed my baby though" he grinned.
The night panned out how it always did: the gang watching TV, playing poker and play fighting. Darry went to bed before the rest of us and didn't say Dallas could stay over, so I figured he was allowed; Darry would have made it crystal clear if he didn't want Dallas to stay for the night.
Dally and I were lying in bed talking, about everything: my parents, the time I spent away, what we could do the next day. I loved talking to him; I had missed him so much while I was away I couldn't believe this was now my reality; I was so lucky.
"You really are beautiful, you know that?" He said looking deep into my eyes.
I smiled and let out a little giggle; I really loved him. I leant over and kissed him, he kissed me right back, tenderly. The embrace became heated pretty quickly as Dally moved on top of me; I ran my hands up his sides softly, he exhaled a breathy laugh, he's quite ticklish. My hands found the hem of his tee shirt and I pulled it up and off, revealing his toned abs. I ran my hands along his smooth shoulders as I felt his erection pushing against me. Dallas cupped my boobs, soft at first but getting rougher by the second; the good kind of rough, his hands found the buttons on my shirt and he undid each one, exposing my bra. His hands on my skins were unbearably pleasurable, it was shocking the power this man held over me at that time; I yearned for him. I began to tug at his belt buckle, willing it to come undone without me having to stop kissing Dallas, it did and I set to work unzipping his jeans. He pulled away from me and gazed into my eyes. I smiled at him: it was a smile that said that I loved him, that I knew he loved me, and I wanted to be a close as I possibly could be to him. We had a really great night.