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[mimi]

OH BABY GIRL JUST RELAX
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This was it. The night he had been preparing for – and let’s face it, waiting for so goddamned long. Oh sure, call him a deprived-of-sex pervert or whatever, but could you really blame the guy? This was probably the longest he had gone without sex. Oh don’t get him wrong, he was no sex addict like Ace. He could still function without having to fuck everything that moved, thanks. But he enjoyed sex and he was very good at it. If he had some much-older-than-him babysitter enjoy fucking him when he was barely fifteen, and had his ex-girlfriend who clearly knew he wasn’t into her still want to fuck him, then he must be doing something right. Or a lot of things right, in his case. Ha. Get it? I’m so clever sometimes.

If he really thought about it, was all of this worth it? Was it worth throwing in all of his date money that he had saved up for over a year just to prepare everything for one night? Was it worth yelling at the florist for the umpteenth time just because the flowers hadn’t been delivered on time like he had reminded them over and over again? Was it worth buying those ridiculously expensive vanilla-scented candles, just because she said she liked the smell and it was supposed to set the mood or something? Was it worth pre-ordering those red and white roses the moment he had told her that he was going romantic for her and then just scattering all the petals all over the bed and the floor? Was it worth buying even more ridiculously expensive new sheets that just had to match the red and white rose petals, even if he knew that they would most likely be dirtied later anyway – tee hee – because they just had to match his color scheme? And was it worth practicing for days how to make a bed just the way she liked it all neat and perfect, so she wouldn’t go all OCD on him and start lecturing him how to get the fucking corners right the moment she walked in?

Yes. It was worth it. It was all worth it. Because Delilah was worth all of it. If you asked him why he was being such a pussy-whipped pansy and why couldn’t he just drag her into an empty classroom, fuck her senseless and prove to her once and for all that he was good in bed, he would say it was because she wanted it. Because she wanted everything to be perfect and special. She had told him that no one had ever done this for her and he wanted to be the first and last boy to ever do something like this for her. So that on the occasion, God forbid, that they would break up, she’d always remember him as the guy who always went the extra mile to make her happy, the one who said he’d do just about anything for her and he proved it. Even if it was for something like sex and proving a point that he did give multiple orgasms and whatever.

Dallas had to admit, he was no planner. At all. As far as he knew, he only had two plans in his life and they both included her. The first was of course the one when he had dated Lee to make her jealous and though that wasn’t fun at first, it had worked out perfectly. In the end, anyway. The second was when he had given her the deal that she would do anything for him once they had sex. That seemed like a really fucked up deal now that he thought about it, but if she was so hell-bent on doing things for him – something that he never, ever let anyone do – he may as well have fun with it. What? It totally made sense back then. And it still does. Sort of. Maybe. Whatever. But hey, it was win-win for her, anyway. And as he gazed at his handiwork, he couldn’t help but think that for someone who only planned two things in his entire eighteen years of existence, this was pretty fucking good.

He gazed at his bed, unable to resist grinning at how perfect it looked with its corners in the right spots and his brand new red and white sheets all neat and pressed. He had scattered red and white rose petals all over the top of it just so it would match the color scheme and it looked great. Oh yeah, he had a fucking color scheme. Maybe he should rethink his career choice and go into interior design or something. Just look at this place; it was epic, modesty aside as it always was. Even his expensive vanilla-scented candles were red and white, damn it. He had even scattered those rose petals all over the foot of the bed and to the doorway. His dorm room wasn’t the largest and he was working with what little space he had, even moving his stupid couch to the far most corner of his bedroom. His bed was the best part of this whole set-up though. It was up to her standards of perfect, he was sure of it. He was tempted to mess it up just a little, but then again, he didn’t want her to be running in here and going all weird obsessive-compulsive on how he had fixed his bed. Yeah, what a buzzkill that would be. And besides, if he kept it this way, she probably wouldn’t want to have sex on the bed and we go for something like, against the wall or something and that would be fucking hot…. Right. He was keeping the bed that neat.

He looked around some more. Lit scented candles on his bedside table? Check. Rose petals scattered in the right spots? Check. Stupid soft music playing in the background? Nope. Okay, he had purposely skipped that part. Even he knew that was overkill. But he did have it hidden somewhere, just in case she probably wanted it. Oh yeah, he was so prepared for this. That was just how excited he was for this – no sexual pun intended. Really. And while we’re on the topic of being prepared for things … condoms? He didn’t need to make sure of that. He’s been prepared for that for so goddamned long – but he wasn’t going to tell her that. What? He was just being responsible. He wasn’t eagerly awaiting a damn good fuck, thank you very much.

But wasn’t this was it was for in the first place? Setting all this up, doing all of these things just so he could fuck her brains out and to prove a point? He supposed it was but on the other hand, he was trying to prove another point; this wasn’t just about sex with him. No matter how much she or other people thought that once he had fucked her, he would get tired of her, he wasn’t going to do such a thing. He loved her … to the point that he didn’t want to just fuck her senseless in a random classroom and call it a day. She deserved something more than that.

So much more.

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NOTES !? ;; methinks this is better. lulz.
STATUS !? ;; finished
TAGGED !? ;; delilah
WORDS !? ;; 1525
LYRICS !? ;; new edition by cobra starship
CREDIT !? ;; JADE !? @ caution 2-0

[DELILAH MARY BROWN]

I BELIEVE THAT LOVERS SHOULD BE DIED TOGETHER
thrown into the water in the worst of weather !

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Of course the only reason she and Dallas hadn't just fucked in a swimming pool and called it a day was because Delilah made some huge fuss over it, how she wanted it to be special and romantic...and Dallas started making some huge plans. She had to admit, at first it had just been a way to try and put it off for as long as possible...but now, after two weeks of later, she was kind of excited for the whole affair. And the fact that apparently this was the second huge master plan he'd made because of her also excited her. And...maybe after they had sex she'd stop having her little strange dillusions that he was cheating on her. Because, really, why would he cheat on her? He claimed to love her...and even though it was hard for her to believe it sometimes, she did. Even if she still couldn't believe him when he said he'd never leave her, or that he'd always love her, she could believe him when he said he loved her...at least for the moment. She did, however, keep reminding herself that like everything else on earth it was only temporary, and as soon as he found someone more challenging than her they'd be over. It was easier to remind herself of such things...that way it wouldn't hurt when it actually happened. Stupid girl.

And of course her doubting his abilities in bed was really just her way of teasing him. She'd heard great tales about what he could do, and how could he could do it. Mostly because he was such a fucking whore...not Ace-Level-Whore yet, though, thank for for that. But she still liked to be a bitch and tease him about it, mainly because she found it extremely sexy when he got all annoyed and pissed-off at her. And even sexier when he threatened to go over there and show her about his abilities. And now...she was finally getting to see these abilities that everyone else on earth was. Which was something she was obviously both nervous and excited about. Nervous and excited enough to have those stupid fucking butterflies she'd somehow mostly managed to avoid in their relationship until thus far. But she did have a pretty valid reason for having them. Not so much the chemistry anymore, no, Dallas had a point when he said they did have quite a bit of chemistry when all they did was make out. She was nervous about the fact that maybe she wasn't as good as him. She knew she was fairly good...at that stuff. Or at least she thought she was. Why else would half of her exes think she was "worth nothing more than a good fuck"?

And the sad thing was she couldn't even put her anxieties into her outfit. He'd told her to wear whatever she wanted...and so she was just going to wear what she'd been wearing all day. No big deal. Even if she was pretty much freaking out on the inside she was just going to act like this entire thing was no big deal...unless he really did put some huge effort to make everything all perfect for her, then she'd probably smother him in compliments or something...she didn't really know. How was she supposed to thank him for going through all this just for her? She knew he'd be completely happy just fucking her in some empty classroom, and yet he was making some huge secretive plan for her. A huge secretive plan that obviously involved candles, as he'd asked her favorite scent. But whatever, she wasn't complaining. Even if he was probably just doing it to get into her pants. In all honesty though? If he tried to just fuck her without all these plans, at this point in time...there was a good chance that she wouldn't try to stop him. But she was glad he'd went through all these huge plans anyway.

The walk from her dorm to Dallas' was admittedly a long one, he wasn't just being a whine ass when he said so. Of course getting into his dorm was harder than getting into hers...he had the front door guy on his side. That was obvious as he'd winked at her and told her to be careful as she walked out of the dorms. He was obviously convinced that Delilah was pregnant, but she wasn't going to complain. When everyone else started to say it she'd complain. Luckily the door to the guy's dorms seemed to be unguarded...obviously god was on her side. Or whoever the fuck controlled all that shit. Smirking to herself she started walking over to Dallas's dorm, just staring at the door for a second. Now what? Did she knock? Or just try to walk in, and hope it wasn't locked? Why was she over thinking this? In all previous situations she would have just knocked...and so that's what she did. She knocked quite loudly, and considered saying something, but decided instead to keep her mouth shut until she saw exactly what his huge plans were.

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WORDS ! 1095 words with coding
TAGS ! dallas wells
OUTFIT ! click
LYRICS ! a perfect sonnet by bright eyes
NOTES ! wheeeee

[mimi]

OH BABY GIRL JUST RELAX
i'll take your breath away
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He was nervous. He was fucking nervous about this whole thing. In fact, he had never been more nervous about anything else in his life. He was even more nervous about this than the first date he had with her. And if he really thought about it, shouldn’t the date give him more reason to be nervous because technically, that was the first date he had ever been on with a girl he actually liked? And shouldn’t he be more confident with this because as he so bluntly put it to her, he could give her multiple orgasms? Guaranteed? Of course, the keyword there was the word “should” because hell … though he wasn’t lying when he said he was pretty good in bed, he wasn’t going to deny that this was making him nervous. What the hell was he nervous about? If there was anything he was going to be confident about, it was this. Right?

Oh yeah, because he could screw up – pardon the pun. And before you start to misquote me, no … he definitely wasn’t going to come earlier than expected, thank you very much. But what if Delilah was right? What if they didn’t have any sexual chemistry? Sure, they had sexual chemistry during the few times that they made out and she had practically yanked his shirt off this one time … but what if that chemistry ended there? What if it only existed there? What if they were like that couple who had so much chemistry in the foreplay but when the actual action happened, there was nothing? And what if after this, she sort of realized that even if he was all talk and action, he was nothing more than just a good fuck and wasn’t worth a relationship? Great, he was starting to sound like a whiny, worrying girl now. Why the fuck did he care about what she thought, anyway?

Right, because she was Delilah and he always cared about what she thought … even if he never asked her. Whether he admitted it to her or not, he had always momentarily wondered what she would think before he would do anything. And though there were times he was sure she wouldn’t like what he was doing but he did it anyway, at the end of the day, her opinions and thoughts would always matter to him. Even when it came to matters such as this, like how this whole room suddenly looked gay to him because it was fucking color-coordinated and how he felt like he badly needed to brush his teeth even if he already had three times for the past two hours. And even how after all the hard work he had put in to make this work, he was beginning to doubt if she liked it or not. What if she thought that it wasn’t enough? Or worse, what if she thought it was too much? The last thing he wanted was for Delilah to think that he had tried too hard just to get into her pants. It should be pretty easy for him to get into a girl’s pants but she was different. For one thing, she was anything but easy. And for another, she wasn’t just another conquest, no matter what she thought.

All of a sudden, he heard a sharp rapping on his door. She was here. She was fucking here right now. What the hell was he going to do? He wasn’t even wearing anything special and there was no way in hell he was answering the door in a bathrobe or something. That was just tacky. Maybe he should just go brush his teeth again … that always calmed him down. Too late. She was already here. Maybe he should just fix his hair, just so he wouldn’t look like he had run his fingers through them repeatedly in frustration … or maybe he should just answer the door to his waiting girlfriend outside. Yes, that was best. Walking to the front door was like walking to his fucking execution, to be honest. It wasn’t as though he was expecting this to be an epic failure or anything but he suddenly realized what she meant about wanting everything to be perfect and special. He totally just got that concept then.

He slowly raised his hand to open the door – fucking hell, were his hands really shaking that bad? – and with a deep breath, he opened the door. Delilah had always had this calming effect on him, as though she was his own personal Ritalin but this time, her presence was just making him feel even more nervous. He was sure she could hear his heart beat. It was too fucking loud to him. Deep breaths, that’s what he needed. He needed to take a deep breath and calm down. He needed to remember that she was his Ritalin … that she made him feel calm and collected. She looked amazing … then again, she always did. Thankfully, she looked like she didn’t really prepare much for this. If she fucking came here in a dress and heels and whatever, he’d only become nervous. But he wasn’t exactly opposed to the idea of her showing up in a trench coat and revealing sexy lingerie underneath and … down boy. There would be more time for that later.

“Hi,” was all he managed to weakly say before he leaned down to kiss her. She was a foot shorter than him but he didn’t really care leaning down that much. She felt nice against him, however creepy or mushy that sounded. Her kiss did manage to have a calming effect on him though and for a moment, he felt the nerves go away. They were quick to come back though when he had stepped aside for her to walk inside. He mentally braced himself for the first thing she’d say … Probably something along the lines of “You idiot,” or “This is so fucking stupid. I’m out of here.” He busied himself with closing the door, pretending he was having a hard time locking it when really, all it took was one press of a button and felt himself feel hot around the collar. He wondered what he would say in response to those things. He had no idea of what to say at this point.

But if there was one thing he was sure of, it was that he wasn’t going to say “ta-da” any time soon. At least until she expressed some form of liking towards what he did. And she most probably wouldn’t. Because he was a trying-too-hard, desperate-for-sex pervert. Yeah. That was totally it.

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NOTES !? ;; <333
STATUS !? ;; finished
TAGGED !? ;; delilah
WORDS !? ;; 1413
LYRICS !? ;; new edition by cobra starship
CREDIT !? ;; JADE !? @ caution 2-0

[DELILAH MARY BROWN]

I BELIEVE THAT LOVERS SHOULD BE DIED TOGETHER
thrown into the water in the worst of weather !

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Delilah really wasn't sure what she was expecting to find behind the door...in a way she wanted to find out, but at the same time she didn't. What if he'd done something completely corny and bought a water bed, and a lava lamp, or something, and was setting up some kind of weird hippie love shack? Hey, she wouldn't put anything past Dallas at this point in time. And then there was the fact that whatever it was has probably cost him a whole fuck load of money, a fuck load that he didn't have, which would only make her feel bad about insisting that they do something special instead of just getting the whole thing over with. Either way she didn't exactly argue when he took a minute or two to answer the door, just because she had to mentally prepare herself for whatever the fuck was hiding behind that little wooden door. And hope he hadn't done something completely ridiculous. What would she do if he'd actually went with the little love shack thing? Really? Probably laugh at him then drag him off to her own dorm where they could just have plain old sex on her perfectly made bed.

When the door opened, she jumped out of her thoughts quickly, her eyes not taking in the room behind him first, but Dallas himself. How could she really never looked at him in this way before she'd found out how he felt about her? It was pretty fucking obvious now that they were meant to be, and anyone who said otherwise could...go to hell, or something. Yeah, she was pretty fucking set on her and Dallas for the time being, thanks. There was no way she was going to leave him...at least not for the time being. And if he left her...she just had to hope they could still be friends or something. But the one thing she was pretty sure about was the fact that he wasn't going to leave her just yet...especially not right before they were finally going to have sex. Delilah had only been waiting two weeks...Dallas had been waiting almost an entire year. So it was pretty obvious why he was the one to push it, only slightly. Not force her or anything, no, he'd never do that. And she'd never let him...she was fucking Delilah Brown. No one could force her to do anything.

Just as she let her eyes wander from his face, only momentarily, she heard his voice. And couldn't help but let her eyes snap back up to his familiar face before she even god a real look at the room. She was pretty sure he was nervous...which made her feel a little better, and actually made a small smile form on her lips. "Hi." She managed to say in a much less weak voice than his own, just before she saw him lean down and then felt his lips on hers. That was something she felt like she'd never really get used to. How could she not remember the kiss from the Christmas party? Had there honestly been that many fucking sparks? Even just the simple kiss they shared in his doorway was enough to put her lips on fire, if only momentarily. She couldn't help but note how he seemed to calm down for that moment, though, and smiled a bit even as he pulled away and moved aside so she could walk in.

She walked in slowly, feeling slightly nervous...but her nerves definitely weren't full-blown yet. Give it a few minutes and that may change, though. She had to admit, the room was amazing. He'd definitely put a lot of effort forward...and there was no water bed, so she had no complaints. For a moment Delilah just let her dark eyes scan the room, moving them over the perfectly made bed (yes, even by her standards), to the vanilla scented candles (ha! she knew there were candles), even to the rose petals. Yes, rose petals. It was all so completely corny, cheese-y...and just perfect in almost every way. When she was done looking around Delilah turned to her boyfriend (yeah, that was starting to feel a bit less weird to say), and smiled at him, actually feeling kind of nervous now.

What if he'd put all this work into it...and it wasn't that great at all? And he didn't enjoy it? And it wasn't even worth it? But, no, she couldn't think like that...it was better to try and be positive, right? Of course. "This is...perfect." she managed, looking up at him to the best of his ability...although it was admittedly hard with his tall height and her petite figure. "No one's ever done anything like this for me before..." She murmured, tenderly grabbing his hand and holding it in her own for a moment, unsure of really what to do. Let him make the first move? Kiss him? Start ripping his clothes off? Weren't guys supposed to make the first move anyway? Ugh, she decided to just let him choose...mainly because it was easier. So instead of kissing him or ripping his clothes off she just looked up at him for a moment, her gaze plainly stating now what?. Honestly, she felt like some kind of weird little virgin...even though she was far from that. She kind of wished she was...it would make this even more special.

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WORDS ! 1140 words with coding
TAGS ! dallas wells
OUTFIT ! click
LYRICS ! a perfect sonnet by bright eyes
NOTES ! wheeeee

[mimi]

OH BABY GIRL JUST RELAX
i'll take your breath away
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This was why Dallas Wells was no big planner. This was exactly the reason why. He had always figured that the reason he didn't plan anything was because he never had the attention span to figure out all the details and he liked the spontaneity of things, and for awhile he sincerely believed it. And now that he stood in front of his now-closed and now-locked bedroom door, rooted to the spot as though he couldn't find it in himself to move, he realized why planning just wasn't his thing. It was this awful feeling that came with it, like a criminal waiting for his fucking verdict in court. Guilty or not guilty. Like a contestant in some contest. First place or second. Or worse, none at all. Only this time, he felt as though there was no good or bad side; just a really, really bad one ... it was like waiting for something bad to inevitably happen. He could here her familiar annoyed or even, God forbid, completely disgusted voice now ... "What the hell did you do?" or even "Oh my God, are you this desperate for sex?" Anything along those lines really, and the more he thought about the possible things she would say, the more they got more insulting.

He knew those fucking candles were an overkill. And he knew that having a fucking color scheme of all fucking things was even more overkill. And he also knew that maybe he shouldn't have those stupid rose petals everywhere. For all he knew, she'd probably be spazzing behind him right now and removing all those petals off his bed. Why couldn't he just be a normal boyfriend, give her a buoquet of roses, say a few sweet things and get to the action? Why did he have to go all out, spend too much of the money that he saved up for God knows how long, have something as gay as a color scheme of all fucking things and expect her to like it? Hadn't she told him repeatedly that she didn't want to be some overly-cheesy couple? Come to think of it, she also told him that she wanted roses and lit candles and something romantic when he asked her. Maybe she was being hypothetical then and she just wanted something normal? Curse his short attention span and his inability to tell whether she was joking or not. You'd think he'd know by now, considering how long they've been friends. Best friends. That apparently, he knew nothing about. Wasn't that supposed to be one of the benefits of dating his best friend? That he knew everything about her and shouldn't be worried about knowing what she wanted and what she didn't? Or in his case, when she was joking and when she wasn't?

Fail. Fail, fail, fail. This was what this night was going to be -- no, this was what this night already was. Five seconds of Delilah into the room and he could already feel as though he screwed up epically. He was so fucking nervous of what she'd think, of what she'd say that he couldn't even revel in the sparks that came with the kiss. Whatever happened to her calming him down? It was like her presence was making everything worse. He slowly turned around, still very much rooted to his spot by the door, as he watched her look around. Jesus, she was taking a long time. Maybe she was thinking of the perfect way to insult what he did. He wouldn't at all be surprised -- not because she was a bitch like that but because he felt as though this overly-cheesy effort of his was surely going to get it. She opened her mouth to speak all he could think was Oh, here we go and he braced himself for the string of insults.

He wasn't exactly listening to her because he was too busy thinking of a good explanation. "I'm sorry Delilah, I know the candles are overkill ... they're fucking scented ... and maybe I shouldn't have bought those new sheets ... and maybe I shouldn't have color-coordinated everything ... and those rose petals are unnecessary and ..." Did she just say it was perfect? For a moment, all he could do was stare at her, dumbfounded. Maybe he was just imagining things ... It was then that she grabbed his hand and said something about no one ever doing this for her. He couldn't help but smirk at that. Ha. Take that Claydoh and the rest of her douchey exes. "Really? Are you sure it isn't too much? Because if it is, we could just ... get rid of the candles ... and maybe the rose petals ... or something ..." He trailed off, unsure of what to say next. Or what to do for that matter.

He gazed down at her, her face clearly asking him what next. Good question. Very good question. Too bad he had no idea what he was going to do now. Why did this fucking feel like he was going to have sex for the first time? He was no virgin, that's for sure but God, this was probably how awkward he felt that time ... if he could remember his first time because he really couldn't. Poor girl, she probably had the best night of her life then. Ha. But whatever, back to the present and back to worrying about what he'd do know. It looked like she was waiting for him to do something. Oh sure, it was so like her to let him do something for her now, of all times.

So he just went with his impulse -- like he always did -- and leaned down to kiss her. It wasn't a rough, Oh-God-I-Want-You-Right-Now kind of kiss, and it wasn't some sappy, overly-romantic kiss either. It was just... his. The kind that calmed him down. And the kind that only proved his point even more; they fucking had sparks.

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NOTES !? ;; <333
STATUS !? ;; finished
TAGGED !? ;; delilah
WORDS !? ;; 1318
LYRICS !? ;; new edition by cobra starship
CREDIT !? ;; JADE !? @ caution 2-0

[DELILAH MARY BROWN]

I BELIEVE THAT LOVERS SHOULD BE DIED TOGETHER
thrown into the water in the worst of weather !

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If any other guy had done this, Delilah would have found it overly corny and bitch him out...come to think of it, that's probably a part (a small part) of the reason none of her exes had ever done anything like this. But, really, any other guy on earth except for Dallas would have just been begging for her to bitch at them, they would have just seemed desperate for some sex, or something. When Dallas did it, even though he was probably pretty desperate for sex, she knew it was mostly just because he was doing what she asked him to. Because, really, it was pretty obvious to her now that he wasn't lying when he said he'd do anything for her. No guy really wanted to color cordinate their room, buy fancy new sheets, light candles, scatter rose petals, do anything that Dallas had done for her...but he still did it, just because she'd said she wanted something special and romantic. And she hadn't been kidding about that...she did want something special. She didn't know why, but she did. Probably because she liked to think of Dallas as the one guy she'd ever dated who actually liked her...or even loved her, as he liked to constantly remind her. Of course that was the reason she was even considering sex with him. She loved him. Sure, she usually had sex even earlier in her relationships...but she'd actually been thinking maybe she and Dallas should wait a while before it happened. Until she realized that he really loved her...even if she knew it wouldn't last forever, she knew he did for the moment. And of course she loved him back. Who wouldn't love a guy who did all this for her, just to make her happy...and probably to fuck her as well, but that was besides the point. The point is, even though she didn't say it as much as he did, and she hadn't had as long to think about it, Delilah loved Dallas to death.

And everything about the room really was just perfect. Even as Delilah started talking about how the candles were overkill her nose was filled with her all-time favorite scent. Vanilla. And she'd always loved roses, so while the rose petals would have been way too much for anyone else, they were just perfect for Delilah. Especially since the entire room seemed to be based around her two favorite colors...well, except for the couch pushed off, obviously kind of hidden, but she was choosing to ignore that. Of course the fact that Dallas was bashing on his own work just went to prove to her further that he was definitely nervous. If she hadn't known better she would have thought he was a virgin or something...but she did know better, and she knew for a fact that the kid had lost his virginity at the tender age of thirteen. A year before Delilah lost her own. But she understood why he was so nervous...she was probably just as nervous, maybe even more-so, she was just hiding it. As per usual.

In a way Delilah did feel like she was losing her virginity. Not because of her nerves, no, she actually hadn't been nervous her first time. She'd been with some guy she thought was her first love...and he'd promised her everything would be okay. Asshole. But the reason she was feeling like some kind of virgin now, was partly because of how much work he'd put into it...it just seemed like the perfect way to lose her virginity. It kind of made her wish she was a virgin, or something. Of course the other part was because she'd never felt so strongly for a guy she was going to have sex with before. So while Dallas wasn't her first, not by far, she was kind of secretly hoping he might be her last. Not that she'd ever admit it...even though he was always talking about them getting married, and such. And the entire school pretty much considered them engaged...

"Dallas, stop." She said, laughing as he tried to explain himself, like he was in trouble or something. Why would he think that? Was he not listening to a think she said? "It's all perfect. The candles are great...I love vanilla. And the rose petals are extremely cheesey, and overly romantic, but I love them. And you did an amazing job at making the bed...it's going to suck that we have to ruin it. But it's all perfect. Just calm down." Of course while his nervousness was extremely adorable, and made her feel like less of a loser for being so nervous...if either of them were going to have any fun he needed to calm the fuck down.

For a moment Delilah thought Dallas was going to just be a dick and make her make the first move, when all he did was stare back at her. That was almost enough to make her just rip his clothes off...specifically his shirt, which she'd wanted to take off him for the last, oh, two weeks pretty much. But just as she was really getting restless she felt his lips on her once again, consuming her in the most perfect kiss. Of course any kiss with Dallas was perfect, but this one was probably more perfect than the others they'd shared. It wasn't some overly-horny-wanting-to-get-in-her-pants kiss, it was just a kiss. She could pretty much feel him relax as their lips moved together. Of course it was always kind of uncomfortable for her to kiss him standing up, due to the fact that she kind of had to tilt her head up, but she wasn't complaining. It was uncomfortable in a good way, if that makes any sense.

Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss they were sharing. Of course the sparks were still there, would they ever actually leave? Not that she wanted them to. She just hoped they'd still be there when they actually had sex.

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OH BABY GIRL JUST RELAX
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It was funny how there was this whole love/hate thing that came with rumors. You loved rumors if they were about other people and you absolutely hated them if they were about you. Personally, Dallas didn't like rumors. At all. Whether it was about him or other people. Yeah, because he was just an epically nice guy like that. But whatever. The main reason why he didn't like rumors was because he always seemed to be the center of them, even if he never meant to. Really, if there were people in this world who do just about anything to be talked about, Dallas wasn't one of them. He may love attention, but he didn't love the negative kind of attention and rumors were almost always something negative. It was usually so easy for him to shrug off rumors about himself, even laugh along with it but when they included Delilah and someone else, that was pretty much the limit of his tolerance for rumors.

Lately though, ever since he had been with Delilah and everyone knew, the rumors of them have sort of died down. Everyone was just so excited about the hype of them being couple or not, and now that they officially were and they were probably creeping everyone out by their talks about having Latino babies in a public chatroom, the hype was starting to wane, which he was quite thankful for, to be honest. Even if it was like shoving to every single one of her douchey ex-boyfriend's faces that it was them who were together now, and that it was curbing the number of girls asking him if they could be the girl he cheats on his girlfriend with, it was nice to just be with Delilah without really worrying about what Sammy was going to say next. Though the latest thing he heard was that they were pretty much engaged now. He'd bet every single last cent he had right now that it was the doorman to her dorm who started that rumor.

But my point is, Dallas really didn't care anymore what people wrote about him and Delilah. Of course, it wasn't because of the fact that he was finally going to have sex with her and was thus, more tolerable of rumors now. But it was just the fact that the only thing that really mattered right now was that they were together. He didn't even really care if Sammy wrote a blog about how Dallas was an overly-sensitive, cheesy and desperate-for-sex pervert because he put together a color-coordinated romantic thing for her, just so they can have sex. He also didn't care if people started saying how they were only going to get married because he knocked her up or something. It just didn't matter that much anymore.

Just like how everything else didn't matter anymore right now. Really, did it matter that he spent way over his intended budget just to decorate this room? Or did it matter that it was color-coordinated and it made him look like some overly-cheesy sap? Or did it matter that they had been dating for only two weeks, and if we were talking about some heartfelt relationship and not just another brief, meaningless one, two weeks was probably way too early? Nope, none of that mattered right now. Because what did matter was what Delilah thought and apparently, she thought it was perfect. He couldn't help but grin rather proudly at her. "I yelled at the florist a couple of times, you know. And I practically had to grab those candles from some lady who wanted them, too," It was then that he realized how stupid he must have sounded and his proud grin was immediately replaced with a sheepish one. "If ruining the bed matters so much to you, we can just ... do it against the wall or something. That would be kind of hot." Once again, he was showing her that he'd do absolutely anything for her but secretly, he thought the whole wall thing was hot.

You'd think that his impulsiveness would always get him into trouble. Wrong. It was because of his impulsiveness that he first got to kiss Delilah a year ago, that he had the oh-so brilliant grand master plan to make her jealous, to talk about that picture they had together so he'd admit his feelings for her and well ... to get him here right now. With her. And someone told him that it was actually a bad thing. Ha.

She wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer and for a moment, he felt a little wistful about their huge height difference. When she deepened their kiss, he let out a groan, wanting to somehow bridge that stupid distance between them. He suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up so he was carrying her with her arms still around his neck, still not breaking that kiss of theirs. On second thought, that height difference wasn't that bad. Nope, it wasn't bad at all. When he pulled away ever-so-slightly so his forehead was resting against hers, he was panting heavily. Whether it was from the kiss or something else, he didn't really know. All he could manage to ask was, "Where to?" If you asked him, which he would rather prefer, the painstakingly made bed or the wall, he wouldn't even care right now.

He wouldn't even object if she said the floor. Really.

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CREDIT !? ;; JADE !? @ caution 2-0

[DELILAH MARY BROWN]

I BELIEVE THAT LOVERS SHOULD BE DIED TOGETHER
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Truthfully, Delilah did care about what people thought of her. Maybe too much. Too bad people were forever talking about her. Really, she kind of brought it upon herself. For someone who prided herself upon thinking before she acted, even small little acts, she made a whole fuck load of mistakes, and did some pretty questionable things. Like, oh, every guy she'd ever dated. They were pretty mother fucking questionable...except maybe Dallas. Not the maybe. And then there were the things she did like breaking peoples arms, yeah, that usually got people talking. Especially when she decided it would be funny to sign their cast "corteusy of Delilah". A lot of people probably thought she liked being talked about, because she did so many things that were so easy to talk about...but she really didn't like it, not when she was only getting negative attention. Okay, she'd admit it...when she and Dallas first started dating, she'd loved hearing people talk about it, just because it made the whole thing feel more real. But other rumors? like her being pregnant with his kids, or them being engaged, or the two of them and Ace doing a threesome? Yeah, not so much, thanks.

So needless to say she was extremely happy that the rumors were all starting to die down. Every now and then she'd overhear someone say something about her being pregnant, but she'd just shoot them a glare and try her hardest to ignore them. They were just lucky she was well medicated these days, and didn't jab a pen in their throat, or something along those lines. Despite what people may have said about her she really wasn't going soft...her self control was just amazing lately. She blamed Dallas, really. Either that or the new medication she was on. Either way she was doing a lot better in the fact that only a year ago she would have at least given someone talking about her in a voice so loud she could actually hear it a black eye. At least. And now? Now she just ignored it, said they weren't worth her time, and complained about it to anyone who would listen. Mostly Dallas. The only reason people talked about her was probably because they figured she didn't care what people thought...or they had no lives...or they liked to think that just because they knew some things about her they were best friends. Who didn't want to be best friends with Delilah Brown? Oh, yeah...everybody.

Of course now that she was dating Dallas her exes somehow kept magically popping up out of fucking nowhere. Or maybe she was just paranoid. Either way she somehow ended up talking to Clayton more than she had in the last year since she and Dallas had started dating. And of course instead of doing the responsible thing and ignoring him she just egged him on, and why? Because she was Delilah, and ignoring him would pretty much be like losing in her mind. Not to mention the fact that she secretly loved seeing him get pissed off or annoyed at her. She always had, really, especially when they'd been in a relationship. Which just kind of proved how fucking fucked up their entire relationship had been. She had to admit, she liked him a lot better than most of her ex boyfriends. Like the big one who said she was worth nothing more than a good fuck (which was kind of a compliment, really), or her first boyfriend who had been three years older than her, or even the one boyfriend of hers who'd tried to force sex upon her until Delilah had, quite literally, paralized the kid. I'd say poor kid...only he'd kind of brought it upon himself. He was just lucky she hadn't chopped his penis off, or something.

Yes, Dallas was much better than any of those assholes...and even if he did fuck up she wouldn't hurt him, or anything. Because he was different. He tried so fucking hard for her, even though in all truth she loved him even when he didn't try. But she did love him more when he tried, and she couldn't help but smile a bit as he told her about yelling at the florist, and how hard it was to get the candles. Yes, he was the best boyfriend on earth. She wouldn't need to hurt him...or ever think about chopping his penis off, hopefully. Unless he fucked her so much he wore her out, or something, then she might threaten to just for the fun of it. "Well your hard work paid off, it's great." She said, smiling in encouragment as his smile turned into a sheepish one. God he was adorable...and sexy...and hot...and every other such adjective in the book. "But I don't mind ruining the bed so much...it's for a good cause. Because after, I can make it."

Of course that was part of the reason she'd even agreed to sex with him. She could do anything for him after...something she'd always wanted to be able to do. Just to do something for him...anything. He did everything for her, this entire room was proof of that, but he'd never let her do anything. Even something as simple as fix his hair when it was messy, or help him straighten his tie, even though he pretty much epic failed at both in her opinion. Of course Delilah was a perfectionist, so she thought anything done by anyone else was done wrong.

As he groaned she couldn't help but feel a little cocky about this whole arrangement, no pun intended. If she could make him groan just by kissing him...well, they had to have some kind of sexual chemistry, right? yeah, of course. Of course the second he felt his hands around her waist, lifting her into the air, his lips never leaving hers, she felt something else. Want. How could she have no realized how badly she wanted this? She probably wanted it just as badly as he had, and yet she'd tried to put it off as long as she could. Well it was happening now...that much she was sure of. As he pulled away she was both grateful and annoyed. Grateful because she was starting to run out of breath, annoyed because she wasn't done kissing him yet, damn it. Oh well...she was sure she'd get to kiss him again. "Bed." She said simply, breathing just as heavily as him. Really, she couldn't care less about if they ruined the sheets anymore. She just needed him in every way possible.

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[mimi]

OH BABY GIRL JUST RELAX
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If you asked Dallas why any sane and well -- perfectly straight boy would wait for an entire year for a girl who obviously felt nothing but friendship for him then, finally get together with her and have to hide it from everyone, give up his smoking habit for her, go celibate and wait until she said yes, buy overpriced coffee and drink it with a straight face, and then spend a year's worth of saved money for one night with her, he'd probably just stare at you for a few seconds and then comment about how the boy was an idiot. But then again, we're talking about him and Delilah in the first place, and of course, he wasn't going to call himself an idiot. Other people probably would though. If there was one thing to call or define him, it was definitely, hands down, without a doubt ... pussy-whipped. Oh yes, he was so whipped for her.

Of course he wouldn't admit that aloud but that was just it, wasn't it? He'd literally do anything for her. Sure, you can also say that he was trying too hard to impress her but if you think about it, what in the hell did he need to impress her for? He already had her. But then again, since her ex-boyfriends were all suddenly starting to pop up like fucking daisies or something, he needed to remind her just who she was supposed to be dating. It wasn't that he didn't trust her. It was hardly even that. It was that he didn't trust any of them and their hands. Especially their dicks. The point is, he wanted to be the guy who, although was the first who told her he loved her, would also prove it to her a million times over. So that -- knock on wood -- if they ever broke up, she would at least know that he loved her. And he always would. Perhaps too much, but really. When was too much literally just too much, because he honestly felt as though she didn't believe him half the time. Hence all of this.

And the worst part was, there was like, a gargantuan possibility that she could start having feelings for any one of them again. He hated the constant fear and feeling that one of these days, she'd grow tired of him; grow tired of how overprotective he was of her, grow tired of him basically doing everything and anything for her, grow tired of him being such a jealous boyfriend if someone gave her as much as a double-take ... it was all possible. She got all annoyed with him whenever he mentioned his stupid obsession with Megan Fox but really, Megan Fox? Dallas had just about as much shot with her as he had a shot winning the lottery tonight. Not going to happen. And besides, she was nothing compared to Delilah, but of course, he didn't want to sound cheesy again so he didn't really tell her that when they were bickering about it. And there was another thing that worried him.

What if they became like one of those couples that were so good in bed but when they got outside it, all they did was bicker and argue? What if the only thing they got along with was sex? As much as appealing it might have sounded for Dallas, if this had been him more than a year ago and had this been a different girl he cared nothing about, it wasn't appealing at all for him now. In fact, it was the last fucking thing he wanted because that was probably how she was with Claydoh and the rest of those douche bags. Sure, call him insecure or whatever. Maybe he was. But he didn't really care. The last thing he wanted was for Delilah to get some kind of epiphany that she didn't want him anymore.

At the mention of her newfound privilege to do things for him now, he inwardly winced. There was another thing he would do for her -- promising her that he would let her do things for him. The thing was, Dallas never let anyone do anything for him, not even tie his shoelaces or open a fucking door for him. As long as he could do it, he couldn't see why anyone else had to. And now, he was promising her that she can basically do anything she wanted for him. And knowing Delilah, it was literally going to be anything. "Really, Del? You sure you wouldn't be too tired after? Or at least you'll be too preoccupied to think of fixing the bed? Because I can make you be preoccupied." He teased her. See, he was calming down already. He can tease her with innuendos now. She was still his Ritalin.

When she had breathlessly said bed, he couldn't help but flash her a sly smile and carried her to the bed, setting her down so he was hovering above her. He didn't even care that in just a matter of seconds, they had already messed up what he had worked oh-so hard to fix for an hour and a half. For a moment, he stayed that way, simply gazing down at her. He was really going to do this, wasn't he? He was really going to take this plunge with his best friend. Oh wait, she wasn't just his best friend anymore. She was his girlfriend. She was his. On that note, he leaned down and kissed her again, much more possessively this time ... like a reminder that those other ex-boyfriends of hers, those girls that kept flirting with him or that she kept accusing him of liking, they didn't mean a thing to him. He was definitely hers and as far as he was concerned, she was his.

With that, he pulled away slightly, breathing even heavier than he was awhile ago and with his nose, he nudged her hair aside so he could gain access to the side of her neck. He kissed her hungrily there, making sure to leave a mark.

His.

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LYRICS !? ;; new edition by cobra starship
CREDIT !? ;; JADE !? @ caution 2-0

[DELILAH MARY BROWN]

I BELIEVE THAT LOVERS SHOULD BE DIED TOGETHER
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Delilah was not a girl who had many sexual fetishes. She didn't like to talk dirty, she wasn't into that crazy bondage shit, hearing people talk about that weird roleplaying where you made up some whole story to go with the sex...yeah, all of that just disgusted her. Interspecies Erotica? No thanks. Even though she'd never found a guy that she liked like she did Dallas, to Delilah sex was about two things. Number one being procreation, something she wasn't interested in...and probably never would be. Number two, though, was a connection. Even though she hadn't really liked any of the guys she'd been with, in her mind sex gave people an sort of connection, even if they didn't want it to. Okay, she was probably reading far too much into such a simple thing. Just like she'd read far too much into all her relationships, which was always her downfall. But whatever, it made more sense than sex just being about a bunch of creepy positions and some moaning, right? Why else would people like Ace actually get addicted to it? As far as Delilah was concerned it wasn't the sex they got addicted to...just the feeling of having a connection, of actually being intimate with someone. Or maybe she was just slightly insane, you know, either one.

But Delilah did have sort of an unhealthy obsession with Dallas' chest. or his entire torso really. Even when they'd just been friends there was no denying that Dallas had a pretty fantastic body...then again, Delilah had always liked skinny guys. Too many muscles were just...disgusting. Yet another reason she'd been glad when the overly-large guy broke up with her. But no matter how much Delilah hated people who had weird sexual fetishes, like feet and shit, there wasn't really anything wrong with liking your boyfriends torso, right? It was just...perfect. Completely not her fault in the least that she was more excited at the prospect of getting to see his chest than actually having sex with him. It was his fault if anything, for being so godlike.

Of course being Delilah, and being a bit of a hypocrit, if Dallas professed an obsession with her chest she'd probably freak out at him and call him a creep, but that's Delilah for you. And that was also probably one of the many reasons lots of people nursed a disliking for the poor girl. Not that she could blame them at all, really. She knew she was a huge bitch half the time, she honestly didn't know why Dallas and Ace put up with her, or anyone else for that matter. Okay, she knew why everyone else did...many people were afraid of her. And Dallas and Ace probably secretly were as well. Haha, okay, not likely. Ace was too much of a caveman to actually know when it was best to be afraid...that was actually how they'd become such close friends if she could remember correctly. She'd been a bitch to him for no reason, and he'd just kept making jokes. Idiot. And then there was Dallas...who she couldn't be mean to if her life depended on it. Not really mean anyway...she teased him a lot, but at the end of the day...they were best friends. Kind of. Now they were even more.

Really though, if there was one thing she wasn't nervous about, it was becoming one of those couples who just had sex all the time. Mainly because she wouldn't allow it...but also because, as far as she was concerned, they loved each other way too much to do nothing but have sex. Even if sex was one way of connecting there were still a million other ones. And come on, the two spent all day just talking online half the time. There's no way you can go from that to just constant sex, it didn't even make sense. That was completely impossible. No, thoughts like that hadn't even crossed her mind once. She and Dallas had been too close before the relationship for it to turn into a sex based one. No matter how much sexual chemistry they ended up having.

There was no doubt in her mind that Dallas was calming down when he started making his little sexual jokes. Ones that would have been highly annoying coming out of anyone's mouth, but were actually kind of funny when they came out of his. Because he was Dallas, and by the time both of them were dead she would have made every exception in her little unwritten rulebook for him. One of these days she really would have to write a rulebook, just so it was less confusing when she started talking about it. "Why would I be tired?" She replied, with a look of mock confusation. "I'm only fucking you, remember? Not Claydoh. And before you freak out, that's obviously a joke."

[/b][/color]Yes, that was definitely a joke. While she may have dated some of her previous boyfriends for their skills in bed, Clayton was not one of them. The two of them had never had many sparks...not even half as many as she and Dallas had when they were just kissing.

It was definitely a shame to have to ruin the most beautiful bed she'd ever seen, but instead of saying something about it she decided to keep her mouth shut. Mainly because having sex up against a wall didn't seem romantic...even though she wouldn't really mind doing it some other time. She really just wanted their first time to be special, and if that meant fucking him in a bed of rose petals, so be it. As he set her down, hovering above her, it was then that her nerves started to really kick in, and the butterflies which had been visiting earlier decided to take a second trip to her stomach. And it didn't help that for a moment he just stared down at her, and she had nothing to do but stare back and wonder if he was having second thoughts...and if she should be too. Luckily just as she was about to say something his lips were on hers again, pushing out all the thoughts, and calming her down completely. Enough so she forgot her worries from only moments before, and instead just wound her fingers through his hair, kissing him as though she was going to die in five minutes. It was as her hands started creeping away from his hair, and down to his stomach that she felt his lips leave hers, and couldn't help but frown a bit...until his lips were suddenly against her neck, which of course made her breathing uneven, especially as she let her hands creep up under his shirt, doing what she'd wanted to do for what felt like forever. What she really wanted was to rip his shirt off, but he seemed pretty busy, and she wasn't going to complain...at least not until she realized that the bastard was trying to give her a hickey. Just as she was about to yell at him, like she would any of her previous boyfriends, she relaxed and remembered that is was Dallas. If he wanted to mark her he could...because if she was anyone's, anyone's at all, she was his. So instead of yelling at him about the mark she knew would be there in the morning she just continued letting her fingers wander around under his shirt, making noises of approval every now and again.
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[mimi]

OH BABY GIRL JUST RELAX
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Like, oh I don't know, every single male on the face of this planet, Dallas liked sex. It was fun, he enjoyed it, girls enjoyed it when they were with him, and it made everything more interesting. As much as he enjoyed sex like the next person, he wasn't addicted to it like Ace was, or like the rest of the crazy sex addicts were here. Personally, that was just creepy but whatever. The thing was, unlike what Delilah probably thought, he so can survive without sex. She seemed to think that he wouldn’t last long with this whole celibacy thing but he actually could. Okay, so maybe he badgered her about it too much and always insinuated things with her, but he was joking. Unlike the rest of the crazies in this school, he could still function properly in society without having to fuck every single thing that moved and had boobs. And contrary to popular belief, he wasn’t some sicko who had like, weird kinky fantasies of role playing and creepy bondage shit. Honestly, that stuff was just disturbing. Besides, he didn’t need all that shit for things to be more exciting. Ha.

Admittedly though, he always had a thing for Delilah’s chuboobas. Yeah, yeah, say that he’s such a guy. You couldn’t really blame him though. Back when he, Delilah and Ace still had Friday Night Game Nights, Dallas had the oh-so brilliant idea of playing Twister – just because he was a lot taller than the both of them, and he’d definitely win for sure – and Delilah had the even more oh-so brilliant idea of wearing a shirt that well, didn’t leave much to imagination for someone as tall as he was … if you catch my drift. Trust her to pick the perfect time to wear a shirt like that – just when he had every opportunity and excuse to look down it. In conclusion, that was the least fun game of Twister he had ever played because back then, he was still playing the I’m-Strictly-Only-Your-Best-Friend-and-I’m-“Dating”-Someone-Else card. Oh, and he lost too. Right after he had bragged to them that he was the master of Twister or something. Oh, and since she pretty much shoved her boobs into his face – of course, it wasn’t her fault or anything, and she probably didn’t mean to – he pretty much had an obsession with them now. Yeah, yeah, yeah … Dallas Wells is a creep. But you try playing Twister for an hour and trying your hardest not to look down some girl’s shirt and at her – cough – perfect assets.

Of course, the mere fact that he could so look down Delilah’s shirt now without it being such a crime didn’t get past him … not that he ever did look down at it. Because he didn’t. Really. He didn’t like giving her opportunities to call him a perv and start dislocating his arm or something. But the point is, all those things that used to be restricted before wasn’t so restricted anymore. Take holding hands for example. He remembered being such a loser and thinking that her friendly hand-holding was a sign that she felt the same way. And though she wasn’t big on the public displays of affection, the fact that he could hold it now as someone more than just her best friend, it was good enough for him. Some people always assumed that people liked sex because it was all about the orgasms, all about the interesting positions and whatever. For Dallas, it was the fact that he could be with someone intimately … which technically, holding hands gave him but it wasn’t like hand sex or something – ewww. But it was that feeling of connection and intimacy that he got from it. But don’t think it was that way with all the other girls he slept with. For them, it was just fucking. Plain and simple. It was only with Delilah that he wanted some sort of connection and intimacy with.

He wanted quite a lot of things from her, to be honest. Secretly – okay, not really secretly since he badgered her about it, too – he wanted to have a family with her. He wanted to marry her and have five Latino babies with her. Of course even though she talked to him about it, it was pretty clear that she didn’t want any of things and Dallas being Dallas, was perfectly happy with just growing old with her. And right about now, he wanted her to pretty much stop bringing up Claydoh. He didn’t bother hiding his sudden dislike of the topic and made a face. Talk about a minor buzzkill. “Perfect timing to make one your hilarious jokes, Del,” he sarcastically said, rolling his eyes at her. Really, her timing was impeccable for jokes like that. Not. “Too bad I like you too much to stay annoyed at you.” He actually loved her too much, but he wasn’t going to be mushy right about now. The rose petals pretty much did the job of being mushy and he couldn’t help but inwardly winced when he thought about them. Despite the fact that she did say they were perfect, he still thought they were overkill.

As he gazed down at her for a few moments, he couldn’t help but wonder if she was having second thoughts about this. He sure as hell wasn’t – he was so fucking close – but there was still the nagging thought that after this night, things were going to change for them completely. They used to be just the cliché best friends-now-dating but now they were like, the cliché best friends-now-dating-and-fucking-each-other. Which, whether he liked to admit it or not, did sound appealing, but wasn’t necessarily better. The nagging possibility that the only time they’d have chemistry was in the bedroom was still there, though there was also the fact that he could talk to Delilah for hours and not get tired of it. What couple was like that? Uh, no one but them. When she started to kiss him back however, the nagging thought disappeared completely, especially when she started running her fingers through his hair. He deepened the dizzying kiss between them, completely ignoring his need for air until he felt her fingers slip out of his hair. He pulled away, about to breathlessly ask her why when he let out an involuntary shudder as he felt her hands slip up his shirt. He momentarily stopped what he was doing to let out a groan, his eyelids tightly flitting shut. “Fuck, Delilah…” He had always teased her for her obsession with his torso but hell, this would be his undoing. He was sure of it. “Slow down a second.”

He couldn’t help but smugly smirk against her neck when he heard her moaning her approval every now and then. She’d probably give him hell if she saw it in the mirror tomorrow morning, but she certainly wasn’t complaining now. When he was happy with it, he pressed a chaste kiss on the hickey that now sharply contrasted with her pale complexion and flashing a grin at her, remarked, “Very sexy,”

And very much his.

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NOTES !? ;; <333
STATUS !? ;; finished
TAGGED !? ;; delilah
WORDS !? ;; 1540
LYRICS !? ;; new edition by cobra starship
CREDIT !? ;; JADE !? @ caution 2-0

[DELILAH MARY BROWN]

I BELIEVE THAT LOVERS SHOULD BE DIED TOGETHER
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Despite what some people said about her, mostly people who either disliked her or were jealous, Delilah was fucking smart as they come. She wasn't one of those stupid, bitchy girls with blonde hair and some kind of evil cackle, and who's favorite thing to do was paint their nails. No, she was nothing like that. She had tons of smarts as well as good looks (and yes, she knew she was good looking, thanks), add it all together with her slight evil streak and you have yourself Delilah, pretty much the queen bitch of the world. So of course when you added all that together, and got Delilah, you also got some evil mastermind plans. Like the time she'd lured that freaky Alex kid into actually thinking she'd fuck him if he beat her in a fight, and instead broke his arm and sent his short wanna-be emo ass packing. Or the time she and Ace and Dallas had decided to play twister and Delilah had put on her most revealing shirt. And not because she was some slutty hoe who was trying to seduce her best friends, oh god no, she just knew for a fact that guys only thought with one head - and it wasn't the one that sat on their shoulders. Dallas had a clear advantage at the game with his height, even Ace was taller than her...and it was perfectly within the rules to flaunt around your boobs to try and distract the people you were playing with. There was nothing about it in the rulebook, as much as Dallas did like to say she was cheating.

That was another thing about Delilah, though. Even if she did fight dirty she always fought fair. She never broken the rules of games, she always just found loopholes in the rule book of life...the rulebook that she pretty much wrote, mind you, or at least the one she was always adding rules to. As much as people liked to call her unfair, she was quick to prove them wrong. She literally had the rules to monopoly memorized, which she totally used to her advantage when she used to make Ace and Dallas play monopoly with her. Mind you, the only people it was actually fun to play with was Dallas and Ace. Somehow when you put the three of them and a boring board game together it equaled hours of fun. Be it Ace making his caveman grunts and trying to break the rules, or Dallas and Delilah actually fighting over the rules, it was secretly her preferred way to spend a Saturday night. Much better than watching Ace and Dallas get drunk and start going through her underwear drawer, and play with her bra's. Ah, those were the good old days. As much as her life was fucking amazing of late, she'd always be slightly nostalgic for the days when she and Dallas were best friends, Ace slept with anything in a skirt, and she...wasn't softening up.

Because there was no denying that she was going soft. Maybe not totally soft, definitely not totally soft, but she was definitely not as hard as she had been not that long ago. And it was all Dallas's fault, Dallas and his I Love You's, and talking about marriages, and saying he wouldn't ever leave her...which girl wouldn't soften up for that? Add it to his amazing body, his sense of humor, the fact that he could speak spanish, the fact that he could sing...not as good at her, mind you, but pretty well...pretty much everything about him was perfect for her, how could she have not realized it before? Dallas was exactly what she'd been looking for in all those guys she'd dated. He had all the qualities she'd put on a list of her perfect guy. Of course he also had quirks, but that was a good thing. If he was overly perfect she wouldn't be able to take it. Especially considering the fact that Delilah herself was the furthest you could get from perfect, with her slight mental issues, her temper, and her very un-funny jokes.

Speaking of un-funny jokes, it seemed Dallas wasn't amused by her latest one. Not surprising...it had been pretty stupid of her to bring up that fucktard on what she hoped was going to be the most amazing night of her life. But of course, just like with all her other hilarious jokes, she couldn't have kept it to herself. Luckily for Delilah she was just so ridiculously charming that Dallas would forgive her, and love her anyway...as always. She knew she could probably do anything and he'd forgive her. Short of, maybe, killing Ruby, who she kind of knew he had some weird sort of soft spot for. Which annoyed her, but also made Delilah try her hardest to tolerate her, mostly because she wasn't that bad...if not for the fact that Delilah was paranoid about she and Dallas secretly being in love she might have even tried to be actual friends with her or something. But as it was she just put up with her, talked to her...maybe had a few moments were the two felt like friends. "Someday you're just going to have to admit my jokes are funny." She said, smiling sweetly, in a way almost nobody ever got to see. Anyone other than Dallas, of course...her Dallas. He was hers, she was his. How long it would be like this she didn't know, but she was kind of hoping forever...and he did promise her forever. He also promised her five Latino babies, but she'd rather just stick with the forever thing. And her cat and red couch, of course. For some reason the idea of the two of them living in some beat up apartment, living off mac n cheese, and constantly fighting over money just sounded so romantic to her.

Everything about their relationship was completely cliche...which was probably why they got so mushy all the time. First of all, the fact that they were best friends who just happened to fall in love. Yeah, that happened in every lame movie on earth. But Delilah liked to think it was different with them...even if it was slightly cliche, well...there was just something subtly different about their entire relationship, something that no movie or television show could try to recreate. Or maybe she was just imagining things, or something. Either way, the second completely cliche thing was the way they always fought...and then a second later they were back to being best friends. Not only was it extremely cliche...but was probably going to mean lots of rough, angry sex. But she wasn't going to think about that then...not when she was in the middle of kind of starting to have amazing non-angry sex. A smirk couldn't help but find it's way to her face as he groaned when her fingers began roaming from his stomach to his chest, then back down again. "You really want me to slow down?" She questioned in what she liked to think of as a seductive voice, as she stopped moving her hands and let them rest on his chest, her thumbs moving in small circles. "I can stop if you want." Not that she'd really be willing to stop...she was just teasing him...kind of.

With any other guy, she really would have given him hell for marking her like that. But with Dallas she didn't care so much...maybe because with all her exes she'd been ashamed to be with them, even just a little bit, but with Dallas she wanted the world to know. Mostly so they knew to stay away from him...fucking bitches, stalking him. But that was another thing that was on the list of things she wasn't going to think about at this particular moment in time. Still, she couldn't help but roll her eyes as he called it sexy. "Yes, hickies are incredibly sexy...in a trashy redneck kind of way." She said, quite sarcastically, before tugging at his shirt and smiling at him. "Please don't make me beg. Just take it off."

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LYRICS ! a perfect sonnet by bright eyes
NOTES ! wheeeee

[mimi]

OH BABY GIRL JUST RELAX
i'll take your breath away
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If there was something Dallas didn't like at all, it was rules. Rules and too much of them. Sure, they promoted peace and order and all that shit, and it prevented things from spinning out of control but they were just so fucking restricting. There was a reason why Dallas hardly attended class -- not only because it was ridiculously boring -- but also because there were just too many rules he didn't like. Like how he had to be quiet while there was a lecture, or how he wasn't allowed to talk to the person next to him in class, or how he wasn't supposed to interrupt the teacher. And then now, Delilah had all these set of rules that Dallas was sure he had never heard of in his life. Like how he wasn't allowed to talk about Megan Fox because Isabelle Darcy looked like her. Or how he was only allowed to say another girl was hot if the guy she was dating was around and... something. It didn't really make any sense to Dallas, so he just agreed to whatever she was saying to make her stop.

He was pretty sure that half of the rules Delilah told him -- if not half, probably all -- were made-up. And that rule book of hers wasn't even written and it was all in her head. He usually didn't bother arguing with her about her made-up rules because he didn't understand half of them and that was just the way he was -- doing everything she wanted and that included agreeing to some rule that didn't make any sense. He never told her how her made-up rules annoyed him -- especially when they had their game nights and she would make a completely new rule just so she'd have a better edge over him. And the thing was, he didn't really have the attention span to really listen to her and understand what she was even saying in the first place, so he just agreed. Of course, he'd argue with her at first -- while Ace acted like a caveman and tried to cheat while they were both too busy arguing -- and he'd eventually just give up.

He wasn't going to deny that he missed those old days of the three of them being best friends. Playing stupid games with them on Saturday nights like monopoly and twister, or getting so smashed with Ace in Delilah's room and going through her underwear drawer and playing with her bras. When everything was uncomplicated between him and Delilah because that kiss hadn't happened yet, Dallas was perfectly happy with sleeping with random girls who threw themselves at him, Delilah dating one jackass after the next and Ace fucking everything that moved. But at the same time, he had never been happier than he was now with Delilah. Sure, they had their occasional -- okay, not really occasionally; more of frequent -- bickering, but that was just who they were. They weren't the same old cliche best-friends-turned-romantic-item thing like in those movies. They were mushy one second and then arguing the next. And frankly, if you asked him which he would rather have -- what they used to have or being with Delilah now, he'd pick being with Delilah. Hands down.

Of course, he still missed their lame Friday Night Game Nights. Or their Get Smashed Saturdays -- weren't his made-up names just so clever? -- which was why he was considering talking to her about them. Not right now. Le duh. He had other things in mind ... that really didn't include talking, mind you. Tee hee. She smiled at him sweetly -- the kind of smile he was sure no one else got except him and he couldn't help but grin smugly. He wouldn't mind seeing that smile on her face -- just for him of course -- for oh, I don't know, ever. He did promise her forever and he meant it, whether she wanted to believe him or not. And those insanely adorable Latino babies -- if she'd change her mind about them, but he highly doubted it. He also promised her a beat up red couch, a cat and a snake. And a decent wedding. Frankly, he had no idea how he was going to get her any of things but he was going to. Somehow.

She was probably smirking right now, now that she know how much she really affected him. How was it even possible that she could make him feel that much on fire -- forget how cheesy that just sounded, there was no other way to describe it -- and all she had done was slip her hands underneath his shirt? Which wasn't really fair by the way because he hadn't gone further than give her a nice and rather noticeable hickey. Ha. If that wasn't a sign that all those assholes who kept hitting on her should back off, he didn't know what was. He let out another low groan when her hands stopped and she spoke to him in that incerdibly sexy voice of hers. "Don't fucking stop ..." He warned her. "You are such a tease sometimes."

"Yes, but you're not trashy or a redneck. You're just mine." He told her matter-of-factly with a small smile on his face. The smile only grew at the next thing she said. "Oh, I don't know. I rather like you begging ... it's sexy..." He couldn't help but laugh loudly at her afterthought. His lips and tongue moved to the other side of her neck, busying himself with the sensitive flesh there. "You sure about that? Because that would mean I have to walk out of here shirtless. And I heard you don't like to share." His hands drifted down to rest on her hips, lifting the edge of her shirt up just a little so he could trail his fingers lightly there, but not really moving up."Besides, I think you've been a little unfair so far. You've been having all the fun."

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NOTES !? ;; <333
STATUS !? ;; finished
TAGGED !? ;; delilah
WORDS !? ;; 1333
LYRICS !? ;; new edition by cobra starship
CREDIT !? ;; JADE !? @ caution 2-0

[DELILAH MARY BROWN]

I BELIEVE THAT LOVERS SHOULD BE DIED TOGETHER
thrown into the water in the worst of weather !

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Most people on earth didn't really aim to please Delilah, they just aimed to make her shut up, or leave them alone. For example, when she decided to be her normal bitchy self, people usually just went along with whatever she was saying, so she'd stop going on about the topic. Or when she was pressing one of her many made up rules on people, they tended to just smile and nod, to make her shut the hell up...Dallas included. But, really, other than just agreeing with her rules to make her shut up (and it was pretty obvious that's why he did it), he aimed to please her. That much was obvious in the way he'd bring her ice cream whenever she asked, or walk half way across the school just to hug her, or sit on her uncomfortable chair when her bed was made, or even agree to her getting a fucking pet snake, when and if the two of hem ever actually got married. Not to mention the fact that he'd said he wanted to give her a nice wedding, which was just absurd. Wasn't she the one who was supposed to be pressing some huge production, and telling him to make something of himself so they could have money to have a million kids and be perfect? And instead he was the one doing it. Promising her forever, telling her they were going to get married, that he'd never marry anyone else, even hinting about moving in.

Why was it that, to add to all the insanity of their little relationship, the roles had to be completely reversed? Not that she was complaining in any way. She liked that Dallas was always telling her how someday they'd get married and have a pinball machine, her red couch, and some kind of zoo...and maybe five Latino babies. Even though she told him on repeat that she wasn't going to have kids, ever, she couldn't help but entertain the thought of maybe having a family with Dallas one day...maybe not five of them...but maybe one kid wouldn't be so bad. When she was old, and it wouldn't matter so much if she died. Really, she wasn't even as nervous about that as the prospect of fucking some poor kid's life up like her own parents had hers, and like Dallas's had his. As much as she claimed to hate kids, and even kind of did, she didn't want to ruin anyone's life. Definitely not someone who was she and Dallas combined. Something that...belonged to them, and could be a product of their love. Their connection that they shared. Who wouldn't want that?

Oh, right, Delilah didn't want that. Or so she kept telling herself, and Dallas, and everyone. The truth was...all she needed was time. Not that she'd admit it or anything. But in, say, eight years or so? Maybe her mind would be changed. If she and Dallas were even really together then, that is...no matter how many times he promised her forever, she just couldn't believe it. She wanted to. She wanted to believe that he could really be happy with her forever, and never even want to leave her...but it wasn't that easy. How do you go from fucking random girls, often, and many, to just having sex with one person? Then again, Ace was doing it...or at least as far as she knew. Ace wasn't telling her much lately. Probably because he thought he was getting kicked out of the threesome, or something.

Which was definitely not going to happen. How could there even be a Delilah and Dallas if there wasn't a tubby only a few steps behind? Sure...now Dallas and Delilah were together, they had a special connection, something neither of them would have with Ace, ever...but so what? She still considered them a threesome, considered them both her absolute best friends...the only difference was that now Dallas was her absolute best boyfriend. And only boyfriend, of course. The very thought of cheating on Dallas seemed revolting...mostly because other guys disgusted her now that she was with the most perfect one. No matter how much she did like to tell Allison that her boyfriend was a hunk, and no matter how true it was, he was an asshole. Just like every other guy on earth who wasn't her Dallas. Yes, her Dallas. I'd suggest not trying to convince her of anything different.

A tease was not something Delilah was exactly called often...even though it was kind of true. Especially when it came to she and Dallas. It just came naturally to her, like yelling at pathetic girls who even gave Dallas a second glance, or eating poptarts every morning at Five AM, just when she was waking up. Even though talking dirty wasn't her thing, not at fucking all, she could tease a guy until he pretty much exploded...literally. Luckily for Dallas she wasn't really interested in making him explode, so when he told her not to stop, and even called her a tease, she laughed and continued with what she'd been doing. There was no denying that he liked it, especially when he groaned like that. Of course she found it highly amusing how doing such small things could make him react in such ways...but not entirely surprising. He'd been waiting pretty much a fucking year for this. It had all been like one huge, year long drum roll...and now the music was starting.

"I am yours." She agreed, loving the way it sounded. She hadn't exactly said it in so many words, she realized, but both of them knew it was completely true anyway. She was his, he was hers, life was good. At what he said next, though, he got an eye roll. Of course he liked her to beg...he couldn't just give her what she wanted. Okay, that wasn't fair. He gave her everything she wanted. Everything except removing his fucking shirt. "I'm not going to beg." She warned him, shivering in a good way as his lips found their way to the other side of her neck. She had a feeling soon enough he'd be ripping his shirt off like the hulk...which might not be a good idea, considering he was right. She didn't like to share...not Dallas. No, she couldn't share Dallas. The very thought would drive her crazy. Just as she was about to say as much, only in a less corny and clingy way, she felt his fingers on her waist, earning another shiver from her. "Fine, have your fun." She said, a smirk forming on her face. "Do whatever you want with me. I'm yours."

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OUTFIT ! click
LYRICS ! a perfect sonnet by bright eyes
NOTES ! wheeeee

[mimi]

OH BABY GIRL JUST RELAX
i'll take your breath away
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Come to think of it, Dallas had always been a little more possessive than he should be. Especially on things that he knew were rightfully his. He supposed it stemmed from a childhood wherein he didn't have much so when it came to the things that he actually owned, he was very protective over them. Which probably explained why he was so overly-protective with Delilah. Even way back when they were just best friends and nothing more, he didn't bother hiding his dislike for any of her douchey exes. It wasn't as though he was already harboring any feelings for her then, it was simply because he didn't think any of those assholes were worthy of his best friend -- in or out of bed. Of course, even though he had expressed his dislike for them, it wasn't as though Delilah listened to him anyway, so he usually just made his point across to the douche bags themselves. So he nearly edned up in the ER that one time, but whatever. He got his point across. Or at least he liked to think he did.

So when he started harboring more-than-just-best-friend feelings for Delilah, his friendly protectiveness over her escalated into something entirely different. It wasn't just her douchey ex-boyfriends that he hated. He hated every single boy who gave her in as much as a second glance, not only because she didn't deserve them, but because he always thought that she was his. Not in the creepy, stalker-ish kind of way, definitely not. It was more of ... he felt they belonged together. And they really did. How could they not when they just balanced each other out perfectly? Dallas was impulsive, Delilah was not. He wasn't much of a planner, and she definitely was. He was an all-around nice guy, she was a bitch to everyone just because she wanted to be. He wanted a family, she wanted a zoo.

He wasn't going to lie; it was a little disappointing that Delilah didn't want a family, but he sort of understood why. She hated kids and she probably felt that she would be a horrible mother. Personally, Dallas thought she'd be an amazing mother, she just didn't know it yet. It was funny how in this overly-cliche relationship of theirs, it was him pushing for all sorts of commitment-based ideas and shit. Traditionally, it was supposed to be her who was pushing for a decent wedding, for a pinball machine, for five cute Latino babies. And yet it was him. But there, at least they were breaking that cliche of best-friends-turned-lovers. Don't get him wrong though -- he didn't want all of that now. They had just started dating. He certainly wasn't going to push for marriage and kids with her when he didn't even have any means as to how to provide for them.

Truthfully, he didn't even know why he was constantly talking about it with her. She probably thought he was going to propose as soon as she turned eighteen and he had graduated from this place. And he wasn't going to. Really. He supposed it was just the possessive side of him showing again. Like, he wasn't exactly telling her straight that he wanted her for the rest of his life, but he was sort of implying it, really. Marriage and kids pretty much screamed the rest of anyone's life and well, Dallas didn't really see himself with anyone else now. So even if there came a time that she would somehow decide that she didn't want him, at least he wasn't really going to regret not telling her that he wanted her forever. Because he did. All the time ... which probably annoyed the shit out of her, but whatever.

Really though, at her words, he couldn't help but hiss her name into her ear. If there were people who were turned on by sick, dirty phrases and whatever, Dallas was turned on by this. Hell, it wasn't even close to being remotely dirty but just her telling him that she was his and his alone -- it pretty much single-handedly made his pants a whole lot tighter than it already was ... if you catch my drift. "Good. It better stay that way, too," he told her, unable to hide a sly smile when she warned him she wasn't going to beg. "Sure, you aren't." She probably wasn't going to, but hell, he wanted her to. And because he wanted her to, he wasn't going to take off his shirt anytime soon. We'll see who's a fucking tease now. He smirked when he felt her shiver beneath him, hissing an expletive when she arched up slightly against him.

It was then that he decided there needed to be less clothing between them. At her words that he could basically do anything to her and then repeating that she was his ... he captured her lips again for another searing kiss, this time more possessively. When he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers, he was panting and with shaking fingers, he began to unbutton her shirt, letting his lips wetly trail down the side of her neck. He honestly wasn't trying to be a tease, but fuck ... he was having trouble unbuttoning it. "Why the hell did you wear this...?" He complained, desperate to have at least one clothing item of hers off. He finally managed to have the last button off, only to find she was wearing some sort of black top thing underneath. He couldn't help but make a face. "You're really not going to make this easy for me, are you?"

Knowing Delilah, she probably wasn't. Hence why he wasn't going to take his shirt off until she begged. Which she will. He was sure of it.

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NOTES !? ;; <333
STATUS !? ;; finished
TAGGED !? ;; delilah
WORDS !? ;; 1297
LYRICS !? ;; new edition by cobra starship
CREDIT !? ;; JADE !? @ caution 2-0