you didn't mean what you say (delilah)

[DELILAH MARY BROWN]

Somewhere in the back of Delilah’s mind she was pretty sure they were moving a bit too quickly…but at the same time this all felt so right. It should have been more awkward…really. That was part of the reason she’d been so hesitant to even be with him in the first place: everything was going to be awkward. How could she go from being his best friend to having him hold her, and kiss her…and sex. Sex was supposed to be awkward with your best friend unless you were both completely smashed…but none of this was awkward. Maybe it was because back when they’d been just friends they’d been oddly touchy…even before he’d told her how he felt about her, he’d held her when they watched movies together, and there had been moments where they’d held hands…even though it never lasted long. And she’d kissed his cheek and he’d kissed the top of her head…but it was nothing like this. First kisses with anyone were supposed to be slightly awkward…but when them all she could think about was how they should have started doing this a long time ago. And that their lips just seemed to feel right together…just like how their hands fit perfectly together. Everything about them was completely cliché but she didn’t even care. She didn’t care that mere moments ago she’d still been trying to take things slow and now they were half naked, wet, and pressed against each other…she was completely done with taking things slow. It was pointless. They were together…he was hers, and she was his, there was no reason to drag things along anymore. Especially when she wanted him so badly…they both wanted each other so badly. There was a tiny place in the back of her mind nagging her, reminding her that after the sex there was a good chance he could get bored of her…just like he did his flashlight…and just like everyone eventually did of her. But for once that little part of her mind was completely blocked out by the fact that she just wanted him…so badly. How could she never have acknowledged how bad her want for him was until, what, a week ago? More? Less? Did it even really matter? No, it really didn’t…she couldn’t even bring herself to care about anything at the moment. Not even the fact that he was drunk…and that everything he said probably was drunken ramble, and that the first time they were having sex he was drunk…all things that would have annoyed the hell out of her if not for the fact that she was so sick of going slow.

Though it was probably kind of amazing how quick this all happened despite her trying to go slow. It started out with a weird metaphorical question and somehow transitioned into…whatever this even was. Oh, wait, it was a relationship now. Right. But it wasn’t like how most people thought it was…she hadn’t just randomly decided she was going to be in love with Dallas, or anything, it wasn’t that simple. There had always been moments when the thought popped into her head, even before the whole thing happened, but she’d always been quick to push it out. Denial. Because they were friends and anything else would have been completely absurd, and would have ruined everything…and fine, because Dallas was just a man whore. And Delilah wasn’t…she was a clingy bitch and she wasn’t going to put up with a guy cheating on her. And yet…when it was Dallas she would, because she loved him, and didn’t care if he cheated on her a million times. At the end of it all he would still be hers…she was sure of it. And there had actually been moments when they were sitting around and watching one of her stupid movies about marriage when she would think about the fact that Dallas was the only guy she could really see herself married to. Not any of her ex boyfriends, or any of her other friends…just him. Which was weird, and creepy, and she’d never tell him, not in a million years. But it was just so fucking easy to imagine the two of them together even in ten years, just…being together. Despite the fact that she’d never allowed the thought to entertain her mind for more than a few moments, it was still a nice one…and fine, she’d been thinking about it a lot lately. Especially after he’d blurted out something about wanting to marry her…which at first she’d mostly been shocked. Because she was pretty sure that one of these days Dallas was going to realize his infatuation with her was just a stupid crush, or something…not worthy of considering marriage. But she was obviously wrong about that much. And it had somehow lead to her admitting that she wanted a little beach wedding…with just some rabi and a few of their closest friends. Something classy but simple…she didn’t really want a huge wedding. She didn’t even have a million people to invite to a huge wedding. She didn’t want anyone in her family there…she did want Dallas’ uncle there just so he could make some epic drunk toast, or something. But that was all she really needed.

But she was pretty sure she’d never get bored of hearing him say he was hers…ever. She already knew as much, but it just felt great to hear him say it…when he was so close to her that she could hear his breathing. This was love, wasn’t it? What else could it even be? She was completely happy…she was always completely happy when he was around, even if he was drunk and doing stupid shit, or even annoying her…which he surprisingly didn’t do that much. Incredibly surprising, since anyone else even remotely like him would. She felt stronger about him than she had anyone she’d ever dated in her life…and she hadn’t been technically dating him very long at all. Although she’d had feelings about him longer than most of the people she dated in the first place…since most of her relationships lasted only a few weeks, and she only actually liked the guy for, what, three days? Tops? And then after that she’d complain about him to Dallas…actually, looking back, she’d talked about her boyfriends far too much to Dallas…and never even considered how it would make him feel. She’d always made it known that she was annoyed by his one night stands, but she’d claimed it was because he shouldn’t be treating women like that…despite the fact that it was more along the lines of her being incredibly jealous of him. But of course that much was obvious when she pretty much ripped Sage’s throat out. Ha. Now she felt kind of bad…for always complaining about her boyfriends to him, or even for getting mad at him when he called them douche’s without even getting to know them. She’d have to apologize for that…eventually. Not right now, as she was a little busy. Ha. Hearing him groan her name like that…she didn’t even know why it made he feel so good, but it did. Maybe because he was saying her name, not anyone else’s. She couldn’t help but let out a noise of approval as he pulled her even closer, which she hadn’t even thought was possible, and heard him whisper that he was hers, feeling her back press against the wall of the pool. “You will be.” She agreed simply, smiling at he called her baby girl…she didn’t even know why she liked him calling her that so much. But she did. And then he kissed her again, and it didn’t even matter anymore, as she felt his fingers on the clasp of her bra…she wanted it off. She wanted everything off…she didn’t want any clothes between them anymore. But she also didn’t want to take this too quickly…because then it would be over. So instead of saying as much, since she was pretty sure she’d have trouble breathing anyway considering how breathless she was, she just sighed lightly, loving the way it sounded when he said he loved her…loving the way he said her name…loving the way it felt to kiss him, and the feeling of his lips against her neck. “I love you too, Dallas.” She murmured lightly, it felt better saying it each time she did, letting out a quiet moan of approval as she felt him marking her neck…it would have annoyed her had it been anyone else, with him she didn’t care. She wanted everyone to know that she was his…because she was. Truly. “I want you. So badly.” She whispered, her fingers moving up and tangling themselves in his hair, before roughly moving his face back to hers so she could kiss him once more, quickly parting his lips and thrusting her tongue into his mouth to join his, her fingers moving back down and feeling him through his underwear…she didn’t even care that this was supposed to feel awkward, or something. It didn’t. It felt…right.

STATUS , finished
WORDS , 1663
TAGS , dally
OUTFIT , click
NOTES , i love them sfm. <33333

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[DALLAS ALEXANDER WELLS]

Somewhere in the back of Dallas’ mind, he was mildly – okay, not really mildly – he was really surprised she hadn’t started freaking out at him the moment she saw him here. A part of him had expected her to get mad at him for even being out at two in the morning. And even much more so that he was drunk. He always knew she hated it when he got ridiculously drunk but he did it anyway because a) he did stupid things all the time, b) he was bored and c) it got her attention on him. He was always some kind of attention whore but really, at the end of the day… he just wanted hers. Delilah’s attention was the only one that mattered out of everyone’s which… to be honest, was really the only reason he even did all those stupid things that he did… because he wanted to see her get concerned and worried and possessive. Was that sick? It probably was, but in his defense, he never thought she would even feel remotely the same way he did so he was working with what he got... and it made him happy to see that she cared so much. It was like he actually had a shot with her. And now… now they were together. God, he couldn’t even remember the last time he was this happy about anything. And Dallas was the kind of guy who easily got happy over the smallest things. But back to that whole expecting her to freak out at him… he honestly thought she would start telling him that he shouldn’t even be begging her to be with him, like she usually did whenever he begged her to. And when she didn’t and actually went as far as telling him they could be together… he honestly couldn’t believe it at first. Half the time, he actually thought he was imagining things. And he obviously wasn’t. He supposed the thing he most expected her to do was freak out about them moving too fast. She had a thing about having plans that Dallas never really understood because most of the things he did were out impulse and he was fine. But not everyone was used to doing things out of impulse like he was, obviously. Whatever, you get my point. He supposed this was one the things why she was so hesitant about having sex with him; how awkward everything would be. And fine, even if Dallas never admitted it aloud or not, it sort of worried him too. Because really, despite the fact that he was obviously amazing in bed and so was she… they were best friends. They have been for years. And the fact that in a matter of minutes, they went from friendly bff-hugs to something else entirely like kissing… and pool sex… well, it should have been weird. But it wasn’t. God, the only thing he was thinking about now was why the hell didn’t they do this before? Oh right, because he thought she didn’t want him.

And of course, let’s not forget the fact that their first kiss, the first time she said yes and the first time they were going to have sex, he was kind of drunk. He supposed that would annoy her most of all but she wasn’t saying anything. She would probably tell him when they had one of their stupid fights that lasted for like, five minutes. How could anyone think that they wouldn’t last? It was just… impossible. Even if technically, they were polar opposites. It wasn’t the fact that they didn’t have anything in common… it didn’t even matter to him. It was the fact that despite they didn’t… they loved each other and they could talk to each other for hours about practically anything. He was pretty sure even if people had a dozen things in common, they couldn’t stay in conversation with anyone for as long as he and Delilah could. God, they were meant to be. How could anyone think otherwise? And fine, maybe he was still kind of worried about this whole going-too-fast thing of theirs. It wasn’t because he was going to get tired of her like she kept thinking he would be. God, no. Never. Not in a million, trillion years. He had loved her for as long as he can remember. If he got tired of her, he should have done it ages ago and he obviously wasn’t. It annoyed him how everyone thought he only wanted to date her because she was practically like, the only girl left that he still hadn’t had sex with and he just wanted to find out how it was. It wasn’t even that at all. And apparently, she probably was thinking the same thing, which only made it a billion times more annoying. It was obviously not just about the sex with him. He was thinking of marriage, for fuck’s sake. Even though he wouldn’t admit that to her now… he already was… and he just didn’t want to freak her out with all of the sudden marriage talk when they just got together. He might have accidentally mentioned it once but he was quick to change the subject. It was too soon… even he knew that. They were rushing enough already… no wait, this wasn’t even rushing. He hadn’t asked her to kiss him… or to take her clothes off. All he asked was a swim… and he got this. And obviously, Dallas wasn’t going to complain. They both wanted this and wanted each other so badly… God, it was getting difficult to hang around her without the thought crossing his mind every ten minutes, like some sex addict. Which he wasn’t, thank you very much. He was just a whore… ex-whore now, thanks. He couldn’t even look or think about any other girl like he used to. This had to be love, right? Sure, Dallas didn’t exactly have much comparisons when it came to it but this had to be it, right? It couldn’t be anything else.

He thought about her all the time, even when he didn’t mean to. The smallest things reminded him of her… like bed sheets. Or the color red. Or pop tarts. She made him happy and okay fine, maybe it wasn’t all that hard to make Dallas happy but she made him happier than anyone else did. Even if most of her jokes were lame and her sex jokes were just modified versions of his… God, he loved her. He didn’t even care that he had been spending too much time with her lately that everyone was kind of getting annoyed. He could never get tired of her; never get tired of her lame jokes, of watching and falling asleep to romance movies, of playing twister and winning every time, of falling asleep with her in his arms… even if he complained every time she tried to tidy up his dorm room, he secretly loved how much she cared about him and he tried to keep it as neat as he could, just so she wouldn’t have to do so much when she came over. She was even making him consider college… something he would never consider in a million years. This had to be love… even if they argued every five minutes about the stupidest things, even if they were both incredibly possessive clingy, even if no one – not even her – believed they could make this work… he did. He honestly did. And he’d do anything to make this work… he stopped sleeping around and he would stop drinking for her. God, he’d do anything to make her happy… and to believe that he really did love her more than anything in the world and he would never hurt her. Ever. And he would never get tired of hearing her say that she loved him… for the rest of well, forever. He once thought she would never be able to say it and now she was and it was the best feeling in the world. She had no idea how happy it made him just to hear it. He couldn’t help but smirk against her neck when he heard her moaning in approval. God, he wanted her. So much. She had no idea… okay, maybe she did with the way he was pressed against her like that. Ha. Haha. “Good. I want you too…” he managed to mumble in between heated kisses. “Fuck, Delilah…” he groaned when he felt her fingers on him and he wasted no time unclasping her bra and tossing it on the ground where their clothes were piled. He hissed her name when he felt his bare chest against hers, kissing her again, roughly this time. His fingers trailed down her arms and waist to her underwear, one thumb hooking on her waist and about to pull it down. He wanted her… so much. No, not even. He needed her. That was it. He gently touched her through the fabric of her underwear, his lips latched on her neck, tasting her… not even caring about the cold water, about where they were, how drunk he was awhile ago, or how fast this was all going. Still, he knew she might care so he still managed to ask her, “You sure you want to do this here?”

TAGGED
delbby
STATUS
finishedlikeyeah
WORD COUNT
1671
NOTE
best pairing of life. <3333

[DELILAH MARY BROWN]

The fact that Delilah was the one who had kind of started this whole thing would probably surprise anyone who knew her…and probably herself the next morning…but she had. All he’d done was ask her to swim with him…and she, being horny and slightly sex deprived had decided it was a good idea to strip down so she was half naked. And fine, he’d asked her to do something to make him warm…but that didn’t exactly mean she had to kiss him. So obviously she had no regrets since she was the one who had initiated this entire thing…she didn’t even care that he’d had too much to drink, or that they hadn’t been dating long enough…that they were best friends and this one thing was going to change everything. If they somehow managed to date without sex there was a possibility they could go back to being just friends…if they dated with sex it was impossible. She was possible that she wouldn’t be able to look at him in the same way again after it finally happened…and while that was a good thing in a relationship it most likely wouldn’t exactly be good for a friendship. God, why was she even thinking about this? About it ending when it had barely even began? Oh, right, because there were a million things that could, and probably were going to happen. There was the fact that he was probably going to end up cheating on her…somehow that kept popping up in her head no matter how many times she tried not to think about it. He’d gone a week without sex and he was already going crazy…who’s to say he didn’t just need sex with random strangers to be satisfied? And he drank a lot…it was possible that he would just get too drunk and go fuck the first thing he saw that had nice legs or something. And the sad thing is that she wouldn’t even be able to stay mad at him about it…she’d probably be mad for a grand total of five seconds, yell at him, and then just be completely sad. And of course she’d forgive him…because she loved him. And she’d probably go out and break the arm of whatever skank he fucked, but whatever. She’d probably never actually be able to stay mad at him…so maybe this could actually work out. At least until he got bored of her, or realized he didn’t even really love her, or that he could get any girl. A million nicer girls who would be worth his time. Because as much as Delilah may have seemed like she loved herself, she knew she wasn’t even close to good enough for Dallas.

Of course she was also well aware that she was way too good for all of her ex boyfriends…possibly omitting Daniel. Sometimes. She honestly didn’t even want to be with any other guy…ever. Dallas made hr happy, even when they were just friends…and she was honestly even happier now that they were more. And she knew because of three years of friendship, three amazing years, that he could make her happy forever. Even when the day would come when he would want to be nothing more than friends, and they would become all awkward, and she would want him back but just want him to be happy so she wouldn’t even try to get him back…if that even makes any sense. She was almost positive that they could go on being friends after he decided to end it - because she obviously couldn’t be the one to do it. It would be awkward…and she’d still want him…but it could work out. Just like it still worked out after she gave him the foot job, and even after he said he liked her and she said she wanted to take things slow, they still managed to be the best of friends. It was impossible for the two of them to know each other and not have something going on…even if it was just friendly. But if she had her way they’d never revert into something just friendly again…because honestly, lately it hadn’t even been just friendly. Because she looked at everything they did in a completely different way…whenever he held her hand she wanted to do more. And whenever they watched romance movies together on his couch she wanted to be like one of the couples on the movies…during their good cutesty moments, not when they were fighting or anything like that. Even though she and Dallas were honestly arguing more than half of the time anyway. But they hardly ever got into actual serious arguments…rather it was her yelling at him for falling asleep during “the best part” or him going all caveman because she used a less than three heart on Danny or Ace, or talked about making babies with someone…that was just how they were. And she honestly wouldn’t trade it for anything.

But needless to say she definitely wasn’t going to stop this any time soon…and she was pretty sure he wasn’t either. He’d only been wanting to sleep with her for…she didn’t even really know how long. And fine, they probably weren’t technically going to sleep together since they were in a pool and falling asleep there wouldn’t be a good idea…but whatever. Calling this fucking didn’t even sound right…sex didn’t even sound right. There was really no word for whatever the hell was going on, because making love just sounds like something from a bad porno. God, this felt amazing…to the point where she’d honestly forgotten that moments ago he’d been drunkenly rambling about loving her. Just feeling him pressed against her like this…saying her name…saying that he wanted her, nothing on earth had compared to it. A million of guys before him had done all of this but it never felt the same. Despite the freezing cold water they were surrounded with she was warm all over…it was perfect. It was love, it really couldn’t be anything else. She couldn’t help but let out a light sigh as she finally felt him take off her bra…there was almost nothing between them now. The feeling of his chest pressed against hers…nothing compared to it. She kissed him back roughly, her fingers curling themselves in his hair, feeling his fingers on her underwear…expecting him to take them off, wanting him to. She let out yet another moan as she felt his fingers touching her, his lips against her neck…best feeling ever. At least so far. Ha. She couldn’t help but laugh a little bit as he actually asked if she wanted to do it there…yes. Obviously. She didn’t even care where it was…she just wanted him…no, needed him. It was honestly getting to that point. “Yes. I want to do it here. Now. I need you.” She managed to say, though feeling him so close was honestly making her slightly dizzy. And what the she quickly removed her underwear, distractedly throwing them in the pile with the rest of their clothing before attaching her lips back to his, kissing him roughly, biting his lower lip and trailing her hands down, fingering the waistband of his underwear, pulling back to smile at him for a moment. “I can’t believe we’re finally doing this…” She murmured lightly, kissing him once more, gently this time, yanking pulling his underwear down, quickly, her fingers sliding lightly over his length. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Her question was mostly teasing, of course…she was pretty sure he wanted to do this.

STATUS , finished
WORDS , 1388
TAGS , dally
OUTFIT , click
NOTES , ew, this word count fail. sorry D:

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[DALLAS ALEXANDER WELLS]

It kind of – okay, that was a lie; it really – pissed Dallas off whenever people doubted his ability to be in a relationship. So he had never actually dated any girl before and he probably never really had a functioning relationship ever, except for friendship and that obviously didn’t count. That didn’t mean he couldn’t learn eventually. And sure, he’d screw up… everyone did, even those who already had experience with relationships, he was pretty sure of that; he saw it all the time in Delilah’s romance movies... at least in the parts he hadn’t managed to fall asleep to yet. But you get my point. And even he wasn’t that stupid… he actually wasn’t. He just liked to pretend that he was to annoy people, and it was a lot easier than making an effort to look smart. He didn’t really care that no one else knew how intelligent he really was except Delilah, because really, she was the only one who mattered. She always had been. But back to the whole relationships thing… Dallas knew the basics of a relationship. Everyone did. He knew he was supposed to spend time with her – and that part was pretty easy, because he practically did it all the time and he could honestly spend every day with her without getting bored – and he knew he wasn’t supposed to be an asshole to her… that part was easy too. God, Dallas was easily the nicest guy in the entire school. He was nice to everyone… at least everyone who was well, not a guy intent on stealing Delilah from him. She was his, god-fucking-damn it. And fine, maybe his whole overly-possessive thing with her was kind of creepy, but whatever. He got possessive most of the time… she was the one thing that was his, and he wasn’t going to lose her. Ever. He was going to make sure of that. And he knew he wasn’t supposed to cheat on her, much less flirt with anyone else. God, that was the most obvious part of all… and he knew he was never going to do that, but he was pretty sure that was the thing everyone else didn’t exactly believe he’d be able to do. So he never had experience with being loyal and committed with one girl… as far as he knew, he had been loyal to Delilah for three years… okay, not really. He slept around a lot and maybe “a lot” was kind of understatement at this point… but he never loved anyone else. It had always been her, from the very beginning. That was different and that was the whole point of commitment, wasn’t it… loving one person? Okay, maybe not so much. But it was something like that. And so he had sex a lot… what did it matter if he would have sex with just one girl? It didn’t mean a thing to him. The harsh truth was, he only slept with more than half the girls was because he was trying to get Delilah jealous. And okay, maybe that was a bad idea but Dallas was just horrible with planning… and it was obviously a bad plan to begin with. So if he had sex with only Delilah, it really wouldn’t be all that difficult to. He loved her… and wanted her. Only her.

God, he wished she could see that. There was no denying the fact that she doubted his intentions. Everyone did, and he didn’t blame them. He didn’t exactly have the best track record to being a one-woman kind of guy. And he got bored of things and people for at most, five minutes. Except Delilah… obviously. For some reason beyond either of them, she was the one person in the entire world who could never bore him in any way. That had to be one of those signs, right…? That they were meant to be…? God, what was he even talking about right now? He usually didn’t believe in the concept of soul mates and fate, and being destined to be with one person forever. It was usually the kind of thing he and Ace would laugh about when Delilah forcibly made them watch one of her lame romance movies… and he would laugh at it, sure… but at the back of his mind – and take note, the far, far back of his mind – he couldn’t help but wonder about the possibility of being meant to be with her. That sounded kind of nice, the more he thought about it. And the truth was, the more he entertained the possibility of it, the more the idea sounded nice… even more so the fact that it would be with Delilah. Because that obviously meant that no matter what happened, no matter how much he might screw up because he didn’t know a thing about relationships and she knew too fucking much…. They would still end up together. No matter what. Not that he was planning on testing that theory out or anything… God no. But that also meant that even if she eventually did stop loving him, get tired of him and realize she loved Danny or something – God, just the idea of it made him angrier than anything – she’d always end up with him anyway. That was a reassurance for him… And yes, as surprising as it might be, Dallas did get insecure sometimes. He may walk around all popular and confident with himself but he was insecure with the idea that one of these days, with all those guys who constantly flocked around Delilah – even though she didn’t see it, he did and he hated it – she’d realize that she didn’t actually want him and would leave him. And God, he really wouldn’t know what he’d do if she ever did. She was everything to him and if he lost her this way, he’d lose her as his best friend and he’d lose her entirely. And she was the one reason why he still bothered to make something of himself and didn’t resort to actually being a hobo, as opposed to just dressing up as one. And the thing was, no matter how much he hated to admit it, he probably didn’t deserve her, and there were a million other guys out there who did… guys who could give her anything she wanted, and could give her a future. God, Dallas didn’t even know what he was going to do with his life, and he was already thinking of marriage with her.

But he wasn’t going to think about that right now. The last thing he wanted was thinking about all those guys who could possibly replace him and suddenly not wanting to do this anymore… not that it would ever happen, after he had basically been deprived of sex for a week and he actually resorted to using that vagina disguised as a flashlight. And okay, one week shouldn’t even be that big of a deal, but not when you had as much sex as Dallas did. And shut the fuck up, he wasn’t a sex addict or anything. He just liked sex… even if he technically didn’t exactly like the girl he was having sex with. Except this time, obviously… he loved her. So much, she didn’t even know. It sometimes scared him knowing how much he loved her… he had never felt that way for anyone ever and for it to suddenly come to him like that all at once, it was kind of hard to understand sometimes. And he had to admit, he was a too jealous and possessive sometimes, but he meant well. He always had. He couldn’t help but hiss her name into her ear when he felt her bare chest press to his, his eyes closing shut when she moaned. God, this was amazing. How could they have put this off for so long? He didn’t even know how it happened, to be honest. But God, it had been so long… He roughly kissed her back, feeling a shiver when she trailed her hands down his chest and to his underwear. “Fuck… Delilah…” he groaned as he felt her fingers sliding over his erection. “I’m pretty sure… so is Paco… and no going Oh Paco, or it would ruin everything.” He warned her, but unable to stop himself from smiling a bit. He trailed his fingers over one of her legs, hooking it around his waist with ease. He kissed her again, effortlessly parting her lips and slipping his tongue past her teeth. He pulled away, panting and leaning his forehead against hers. “I love you Del.” And with that, he slowly entered her one inch at a time, groaning into her ear as he did. God, this was amazing. She was amazing... not even amazing. It was… indescribable, really. And Dallas being Dallas, couldn’t help but worriedly ask, “Am I hurting you?”

TAGGED
delbby
STATUS
finishedlikeyeah
WORD COUNT
1490
NOTE
this is kind of fail. D: sorrybbygurl.

[DELILAH MARY BROWN]

despite the fact that delilah had dated, quite literally, a million guys…she never felt like this with them. She was always with them more out of convenience than anything else…because she liked being in a relationship, she hated being alone, and fine, because she liked sex. delilah brown had abandonment issues, you might say…because honestly, the only person who’d stayed in her life without leaving her was dallas…and sometimes she still expected for him to just randomly disappear. and yet despite that she wasn’t the kind of person who liked to be alone, on the contrary, she liked to be surrounded by people. even if most of them annoyed her to the point where she was a bitch to them, being alone scared the hell out of her. which was why she usually only went, what, three days being single before just shacking up with the first guy who gave her a second glance. and fine, she was well aware that lots of guys probably had a thing for her, or at least thought she was good looking. she was also well aware that most of them thought she was a total bitch, but that realization was true. however she was done caring about the guys who followed her around like puppies…none of them were even her type. none of her ex boyfriends were even her type. with all of them there had been one thing right and a million things wrong - and yes, she’d counted. and made lists, because that was just delilah. dallas wells was the only person on earth she could honestly like…love…everything. she’d loved him pretty much since the moment she met him, when she was little and even less mentally unstable, and he’d stroked her overly large ego by calling her pretty. with any other guy she would have been confused with his motives, just assumed he wanted to get Into her pants...and fine, possibly she would have let him in if he pursued her enough. with him for some reason she’d been pretty sure he wasn’t aiming for that…and instead of telling him to fuck off like she would have anyone else, she pretty much immediately let him in. he was her first friend there…the first person she’d ever let see the real her, the one that she hid from ninety percent of the world. and she was pretty sure that even if she hadn’t realized it until recently, she’d fallen in love with him the moment he sat himself down next to her without so much as an invitation, something that surely would have meant a bitching from back then…when she’d literally been the most unstable person in school. somehow she’d calmed down a lot…but she was pretty sure it had nothing to do with the school, so much as being away from her father. and possibly being near dallas, who for some reason could always calm her down. she could go over to him in her worst mood, steam coming out of her ears, and the second she felt his arms wrap around her in a bff hug it was over and everything was forgotten.

and it was just proof, right? proof that she loved him more than life itself? even if she’d only been aware of it for…well, not very long. it didn’t even matter. they were completely made for each other…that’s why this all felt different. none of this felt the same with any other guy…the kissing, the touching, just the feeling of him being so close to her that she could feel his breath…with every other guy it was all kind of rushed and hurried, with him it wasn’t. she hadn’t just ripped her clothes off and told him to stick it In her, because she didn’t want anything with him to be that simple. sex was always something delilah thought highly of, even if she’d not been having it with the right people. she didn’t think that sex with something to take lightly, something to do when you were bored, or horny. sex was about…love, and feelings, and making a deep connection with people you loved or had feelings for. haha. deep. but seriously. obviously she’d never had any real feelings for any of the guys she was with, and she certainly hadn’t loved them…it had just happened, because she was dating them, and fine, because she liked sex. but this time was different. despite the fact that they hadn’t been together very long - at all - it wasn’t like every other meaningless night she had. it didn’t matter that he had quite a few drinks or that they were doing it in the school’s pool, or that it hadn’t been extremely romantic, it was obviously different. she could already feel a connection with him, whenever his skin touched hers…and at the moment their skin was touching quite a bit. ha. and it wasn’t even just sparks of chemistry, or sexual tension, or anything like that…it was a strange mix of the two plus everything else. it was love, really. she didn’t care if everyone else said he just wanted to get into her pants because she was the one person he hadn’t had sex with, or if deep down she knew it was going to screw everything up, that her friendship was hanging by a thin line, none of that mattered in the least at the moment. they were made for each other. even if he cheated on her, and she started stupid fights every minute, and she tried to make him jealous a thousand times a day. she knew they could last forever…she wouldn’t let it end. even if he wanted it to, which probably made her a controlling bitch. but the second this ended she was pretty sure their friendship would end...which was the last thing she wanted, or needed, and was the last thing she was going to let happen. ever. he was stuck with her for life now…even if he changed her mind or something. she’d just have to change it back. because she wasn’t going to let the best thing in her life...with the best person in her life end.

there was nothing better than the way she made him react…the way she could make him hiss her name like that, or groan, or any of that. she could do it to a million other guys, but it only mattered when she did it to him…that she could do it to him, that she got a good reaction from him. better than good. and fine, he got one from her as well…there was no denying that. and she liked that all the while they were doing this…she still felt like his best friend. this was what having sex with your best friend was like…this was what having sex with a guy you actually cared about was like. hearing him say her name, feeling him shiver beneath her fingers…it was the best thing ever. she couldn’t help but smile, seeing the smile on his lips and hearing the comment about paco. fine, the fact that she’d actually named his penis back when they were nothing but friends was probably odd...but nothing about their friendship was exactly normal. not that she had any complaints...on the contrary, it was one of the many things he loved about them. And then she felt his fingers on her leg, hooking it around her waist…and god, his touch was starting to drive her insane. she wanted him so badly. she couldn’t help but let out a whimper of want as he kissed her for what felt like the millionth time that night. and just as he pulled away, her breathing uneven and her heart thumping in her chest, she heard him say he loved her…which only made her want him even more. just as she was about to say it back, though, she finally got him. the second she felt him enter her she let out a moan…one that she’d tried to keep quiet, but it obviously didn’t work. “I love you too.” She gasped, hearing him groan into her ear. “No, no…doesn’t hurt...It feels good.” She managed to say, her nails digging themselves into his back. “Don’t stop.” Of course Delilah could still find the time to be bossy despite the fact that she and the guy she loved were finally having sex.

STATUS , finished
WORDS , 1516
TAGS , dally
OUTFIT , click
NOTES , ._. cn write in the morning. epic failure.

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