Author's Note: Up late on Christmas Eve, I decided to give you a Christmas present.
Dallas noted that they'd been sitting so close to each other for quite a long time as the movie played on, and his hand was rubbing small, lazy circles on her back. Cherry had sort of half rested her head on his shoulder and was almost falling asleep to the relaxing feeling of his hand and the lulling of the far off movie voices.
Looking up slightly, the redhead could see Dallas's pointed chin, looking ahead at the movie screen. She wanted to kiss him but she didn't really know how to go about it. As aggressive as Cherry could be, she had no idea how to put the moves on Dallas Winston. He seemed so much older than her whenever she was with him, and so much more experienced. The adventurous girl deep down inside of her wanted to drive him wild, but her brain told her not to move so fast. Throwing caution to the wind, Cherry leaned up slightly and placed a small kiss on his jaw.
Dallas, of course, hadn't been watching the movie closely; he'd been waiting for some sort of sign from her that it was okay to make a move. And when Cherry leaned in for a quick delicate kiss he thought that that was just as good as any. She was about to lean in for another, when he turned his face down to catch her full on the lips. It was only their second kiss and there were the same sparks as last time, if not more of them.
Cherry turned her whole body toward him, and her small hands went to his shoulders, running over them underneath the heavy material of his leather jacket. She could feel the tenseness in his shoulders, and she found herself wondering if he was holding himself back. She figured he must have been, but she liked that he was being careful with her. Maybe the tough hood did know how to show some respect to girls, she thought, but she felt lucky that she was the first to have seen this side. His breath was smoky, and as Cherry's hands trailed down his hard chest, she could tell his heart was beating wildly. Hers was too.
Dallas slipped his tongue into her mouth and Cherry didn't protest, she just grabbed onto his shoulder and moved closer. One of Dallas' hands kept tangling insistently within her red curls and the other was holding her at the hip. He broke away from the kiss only to breath and watched Cherry's euphoric expression as she regained composure after the kiss. Dallas gave her a toothy half-grin and went to work kissing her jaw and neck; her skin to him was like water to a man that had been in lost in the desert for a very long time.
Cherry grinned back at him and was at a loss for words. She'd never been kissed so thoroughly before. She wondered if Dallas kissed all the girls this way, how many girls had felt this way about him? And really, she wasn't the jealous type but Cherry couldn't even think about Dallas' past history. She'd never ask him about it either.
Of their own free will, her hands sought the heat of his skin, and untucked his shirt, burrowing under it. They ran up his toned stomach and Cherry felt Dallas react with a shiver and a small animalistic growl. Her hands felt a few scars littered across his abdomen, and although she wanted to see them for herself, even if his shirt was off, the movie theater parking lot was too dark. He'd been through a lot clearly, and maybe with time she could really learn all there was to know about Dallas Winston, the good and the bad. Cherry thought she could handle it. She thought for the first time fully, that she could actually handle him. And not just the caring Dally that she and Johnny knew; the reckless, bitter one too.
Dallas was trying to be gentle; he always was one for the rougher side of things. He didn't think Cherry was exactly ready for all of that, and so he tried to keep composure. His kisses were light and affectionate, and he'd only gotten carried away while sucking a particularly sensitive spot above her collarbone. But as soon as her warm little hands snuck up under his shirt, something snapped in him and his kisses became more bruising and more insistent. Dallas nipped at her jawbone and went back for her lips, reclaiming them with his own. He expected Cherry to be a meek partner, especially in a hot and heavy car make out session at the Nightly Double, but she didn't show any signs of wanting him to stop, yet. His hand at her waist ungracefully untucked one side of her blouse from her skirt, and Dallas moved his hand up inside of it, stroking her side, bare skin against bare skin.
Cherry didn't seem to realize that he was practically on top of her and as his cool hand reached up under her shirt, she shivered. Dallas rubbed up her side, his hand was a lot smoother than she thought possible. And it wasn't until the hand moved up to rest on top of her bra that she thought Dallas a bit ahead of himself. Cherry pulled away, not completely, but enough for the tough boy to get the picture.
Dallas let out a frustrated growl, and settled his hand back on her shoulder. He kissed the side of her face and looked at her, questioningly.
Cherry noticed that his eyes were wild, shining brightly blue. And she gave him a little bit of an embarrassed smile, "I'm just not used to it, it's all been happening so fast." She moved to run a hand through his famous blonde hair. "You're different, you know? I gotta get accustomed to everything is all…"
"Yeah, yeah I don't mind," Dallas nodded, pulling her close back next to him, shoulder to shoulder, as he lit up a smoke. She looked over to him and smiled gratefully, now she knew she was something special. Dallas Winston didn't wait for just any girl; she'd heard that much about the hood.
"Oh! What happened to your eye?" Cherry exclaimed, as she finally noticed the dark bruised circle, residing under his left eye. Her hand went to the side of his face as she looked at it.
"Got into a fight," Dally said simply, liking being fussed over. Whenever he was with Sylvia after a fight she never said nothin' about bruises or scars he collected. He looked over at the redhead, "Say…it was for defendin' your honor actually…"
Cherry scoffed at him, shaking her head as her mussed up red hair shook too. She didn't like boys getting into fights over her usually, but this was Dally, and to him, he was doing something heroic. "Well ain't you my knight in shining armor, baby," Cherry joked, elbowing him in the shoulder as the screen of the movie went dark and the credits began to roll. She was about to lean over to kiss Dallas again when she heard someone shout a "woohooo!" outside of her open car window. Dally and Cherry both turned to look as Two-Bit and Marcia came walking up. Two-Bit was grinning like a madman and Marcia was too.
Two-Bit leaned into the window uninvited and shook his head at Dally before looking at Cherry. "Well what's that Cherry?" He asked pointing at her neck. "Did a wild animal come by an attack ya or somethin'?" He cackled mercilessly and Marcia covered her mouth in a fit of giggles.
Cherry hadn't really looked herself over but looking in the car's review mirror she could see a big hickey starting to come out on her neck; it was the biggest one she'd ever seen! Cherry just scowled toward Dallas and he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly as the ghost of a smirk appeared on his face. And as a matter of fact, a ghost of a smirk actually appeared on Cherry's as well.