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Post by Dallas Kennedy on Jan 12, 2013 0:05:21 GMT -5
Dallas couldn't take any of this much longer, six and a half months was just too long to go and she was just doing everything right. He shook his jeans from his legs and pulled her yoga pants from her body. He trailed his hand down her checst and over her stomach before going lower. It wasn't really needed, but at least he was being considerate. Dallas removed his hand and replaced it with it with something better.
{fucking skiip xD }
Sweat rolled down Dallas' temple as he sought to catch his breath. He was right, six and a half months was far too long. His arms were shaking slightly under him from holding his weight up. He couldn't hold himself up anymore and let himself fall over her. He didn't say anything at first, mostly because he was still trying to catch up to his own thoughts. After a moment he whispered into her neck, "That.. You're amazing, Kit-Kat." He gave her a quick peck on her lips.
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Post by kat on Jan 12, 2013 0:59:43 GMT -5
Kat kissed him back and smiled, "Yeah, well..." it was some of the best sex she'd ever had. Even if Jimmy had been Captain Cock. Maybe it was because this was someone she cared about so much, and she knew he cared about her.
"Dallas, do you think we're really in love?" She asked him, brushing some of his hair out of his face. It was starting to stick to his forehead, but he still looked unbelievably cute.
She hoped his answer was yes, because she was sure as hell that she loved him. Maybe they weren't destined to be together forever, but she knew that for now...for now it was real. At least for her.
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Post by Dallas Kennedy on Jan 12, 2013 2:13:22 GMT -5
Kat's question brought his eye to connect solely on hers. He kissed her wrist when she moved the straggling hair from his face. Dallas thought about a good answer within the single second that his brain was searching, "Is this what love is supposed to feel like?" He asked. After a second thought, he realized how bad that sounded. Hopefully she didn't think he meant just the sex, because even though it was awesome and greatly missed, he really meant it otherwise.
Like how he felt protective over her or how he could be doing nothing, stop and think about her and just smile because that's what her thoughts made him do. He loved the way she laughed or how she got the tiniest little wrinkle inbetween her eyebrows when she was cross at him. Dallas loved the smell of her hair and the touch of her skin, but most importantly, he loved how she was changing him.
It wasn't a huge change or anything really noticable to anyone else. But inestead, it was a change on the inside. He wasn't as angry and frustrated with himself anymore. He wasn't rude and obnoxious or really anything that he used to be as far as Lord Douche went. He loved her for that, and he wasn't about to let her go. "I mean, I love you, Kat."
He was wanting to spill everything to her in that one moment. He wanted her to know every secret and detail. That was love, wasn't it? And the fact that she trusted him enough to give him the only thing he hadn't gotten yet.. wasn't that love? Dallas ran his thumb over her temple and leaned down to kiss her. Perhaps that would say everything. A simple, yet passionate kiss.
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Post by kat on Jan 12, 2013 2:39:38 GMT -5
Kat found herself smiling in the kiss. How did he know exactly what to say, and when to say it? She didn't think he could get much better.
"Well, I love you, too," she said simply when they broke the kiss. "I think that was the best make up sex in the history of make up sex. I'm going to tell all my girlfriends and they're going to be soooo jealous of my big sexy man."
She laughed, because it was clearly a joke. Kat had almost no friends, and none of them would really care about her and Dallas's relationship. The only one would would halfway care was Kegan, and she knew he'd be resisting the urge to roll his eyes and insult Dallas.
Speaking of friends...
"Babe, I'm going to apologize to Esme. Woman to woman. I'll make it better, okay? I swear, I'm done being mean to her, or anyone." She leaned up to kiss him again. "I'm going to be the best girlfriend ever, okay?" She really did feel like an awful partner, because it was clear she'd hurt him with the way she treated Esme. But that was over now, because that's what you do when you love someone. You don't let small things ruin your relationship.
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Post by Dallas Kennedy on Jan 12, 2013 16:44:06 GMT -5
Dallas laughed into her shoulder at her comment about the best make up sex ever. Ever. Maybe it was because it was new, but he definitely agreed on that. "Mm, yeah. I mean, look at these." He flexed his biceps and pecs just to be funny. He wasn't a body builder, but being on the football and lacrosse team really helped him keep a nice build.
He chuckled quietly and pushed himself off of her so that he could slide at least his jeans back on. While he was doing so, she had brought up an apology to Esme. He didn't want to say it, but he knew she derserved one. Esme hadn't done anything to Kat that would be deserving of words so harsh. He nodded with her, "Yeah, I need to talk to her too. She's been really upset with me lately."
He was happy that Kat was going to try for him. He wouldn't admit it, but it really meant a lot to him and he sure as hell wasn't going to let something so little ruin this awesome relationship. Dallas looked down and his heart instantly sank when he saw his little mess coating the floorboard. He spotted his boxers and casually tossed them over it. Why didn't he even think of grabbing a condom from his glove box? I guess that's what he got for getting so caught up in the heat of their moment. Dallas didn't say anything as he leaned over to kiss Kat's lips before climbing out. He wasn't really sure where his shirt had gone, but he had extras somewhere.
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Post by Dallas Kennedy on Sept 5, 2013 20:18:26 GMT -5
Since Thalia’s accident, Dallas has felt bad that she was out of a car and more so that she was in pain. He knew how important cheer was to her and everything else that she could do before that idiot hit her. He was scared for her. He knew that since his accident, which almost cost him his life, he would probably never play football or lacrosse again. He was worried about how it would affect his enlisting for the Marines because he was aware that they didn't allow broken bodies in. Maybe he could just lie and tell them that he had never once broken a bone or been seriously injured. That could work, right? It’s not like they would never know.
Dallas had worked extremely hard trying to get to his goal. He was doing four races a week verses one or two like normal, and he was pulling extra shifts now that he'd gotten his job back at Julian's with Kevin. Scooping ice cream was obviously the best job ever, not! At least it kept his arms muscles in shape, other than that and getting to work with his roommate and best friend, he hated that job. Ether way, he had been working so much plus trying to juggle school because he wanted to do something awesome for Thalia. In three weeks, he'd fixed and sold four different cars, keeping the profits for his project instead of putting them into fixing up his own car. There was one car that he specifically couldn't let himself resell though, and that was a red '09 Audi convertible. It had a few engine problems and the tires were in desperate need to be changed along with a new paint job, but those were all quick and easy fixes.
He'd decided that instead of buying Thalia a new car, he would put work into this and give it to her. He'd already made a comeback from the money that he'd spent so why not? He called Thalia and told her that he was going to pick her up because he had a surprise. He didn't have time to shower once he got home, which was where Thalia had been since the accident, but he was able to change out of his old grimy tee shirt and ripped jeans that were both caked in dirty oil. "Ready to go, babe?" He asked Thalia once he'd changed. Dallas frowned at the black that was on his arms, neck and face as he stared in the mirror of the bathroom. With a light huff, he grabbed his towel hanging on the back of the door and ran some hot water over it before trying to wipe off what he could from his skin. Without a shower, most of it wouldn't be coming off and he knew that. Defeated, Dallas stuffed his keys inside his jeans and slipped on an old worn out pair of lace-up boots before heading towards the door.
Once they pulled into the short parking lot of his shop, Dallas hopped out and unlocked the padlock, pulling up the garage door. It was loud and squeaky as it lifted up, but just on the inside was his bike that wasn't actually up and running yet, and the Audi. "Once they were inside, he looked at her, then to the car and then back at her, watching her expressions. "Beauty, ain't she?" He asked, leaning against the side and looking at the job well done. It was taking everything in him not to tell her that it was hers just yet.
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