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The first morning I ever spent with him I only remember in flashes. I can remember how the sheets tangled around us, I can remember how it felt to be enclosed by his arms, face pressed into his chest. I could feel his soft breathing, traveling in waves and rustling my hair like autumn leaves. His hand was on my back, the other one pulling me closer towards him.
The sun was coming in, Bucks curtains were thin and useless for the bright Tulsa sun. For a moment I thought of Darry, how he’d react to me stumbling home around ten in the morning, reeking of sex and cigarettes and cheap liquor, but I pushed that aside as Dally shifted so I could see him.
He was still asleep, but I could look at him and see his face now. Long blonde hair sprawled behind him, shining in the sun, free of grease. Pale skin was dotted with the smallest freckles, just a few on his nose, and I wondered how I had never noticed them before. His eyelashes were gold, and longer than what looked natural, and he looked almost ethereal.
Our eyes met as his fluttered open, and I felt a flush spread across my cheeks as he smirked.
“Starin’?”
I shook my head, but he seemed to think otherwise, giving me a grin as he stretched.
“Darry’s gonna kill you,” his voice was easy, rough like morning dew and worn as if he had been talking forever.
“He’s gonna kill you, if he ever finds out who I was with, so I would stop looking so-“
“So what? Gorgeous? Handsome?” Dally blinked innocently, and then laughed. “I think I’ll be fine, doll.”
I shook my head.
“Besides, you can just tell him you were with one of your Soc friends-“
“I don’t have any-“ Dally was laughing, crossing his arms behind his head and I glared at him before laughing too.
“You’re insufferable-“ he cut me off by yanking me towards him and rolling around so he was on top of me.
“You’re pretty when you laugh, y’know that doll?”
I pretended to think. “Oh, am I? I hadn’t noticed-“
I was cut off by lips on mine, his hand was in my hair now, another resting on my cheek, guiding me towards him. I clung to the kiss as if it were a life raft, knowing that it would soon be over and I’d be walking home to the awaiting anger.
“I could walk ya,” Dally mumbled against my lips, as if reading my thoughts. “Could say I found you wandering around somewhere.”
“And make you look like the hero? Why, I never knew Dallas Winston had such a savior complex.”
“Well I do have to keep my reputation up somehow, don’t I?” His lips traveled towards my ear, and I found myself smiling at the thought.
“Sure, walk me home. Don’t even let me take that souped up car you picked me up in”
I could feel him smile at that. “That was Shepard’s. Stole it for the night.”
“Cant even pick up your date in your own car? Winston, I hope you didn’t feel like you had to put on a show for little old me?”
“Would you shut up and let me kiss you, or am I kicking you out early?” He was laughing too, and the sound made my heart jump.
“Kiss me then, you idiot,” I mumbled.
And he did.