Fire and Ice | By : DrusillaDeWynter Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 3927 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Hi, Guys. I want to thank all of you for your kind reviews and for sticking with me through this long Hiatus. I truly am sorry for taking so long to update, but there were unforeseen circumstances that prevented me from doing so. Deaths in the family and technical problems have caused a lot of stress and heartache for me this last year, but I will try to upload a couple of chapters for all of my long suffering reviewers. Thank you and I’m sorry, again, for the long wait.
Dedication- To my late family members; my sister, Carla, 1975-2008- my late cousin, Darrel, 1960-2008, my late uncle, Leon, 1923-2008, my god-daughter, Kaitlin, June 5, 2008- August 22, 2008, and to my grandpa, Harry, 1926-2008. May you all rest in peace and I hope to see you again one day. I love you and miss you.
Disclaimer- I own none of these characters. They are the sole property of S.E. Hinton. I claim no rights to these characters and I am making no money on the usage of any characters or situations herein. If you see any original characters that are not from the Outsiders story or of any recognizable work of fiction, they are mine. If you wish to archive this, let me know where with a URL address and I’ll be happy to let you. Thank you.
Chapter 14- That Which is Made of Ice-Part 1
It’s been a week since that episode in my front room on the couch, and I’m getting more than a little frustrated. You wonder why? Dallas refuses to let me do anything too ‘strenuous’ so I don’t have a relapse. That means no satisfying activity such as last week, for either of us. I’m healing nicely and I’m not in as much pain as before, but he’s afraid I’ll hurt myself. Yeah, right. I think it’s more he’s afraid of what I’ll do next, and where it will take us. Who would ever have thought Dallas Winston would be the responsible one in this relationship?
The day wasn’t having an uplifting effect on my attitude, either; it’s stormy outside and pouring down rain. As I sit here on the couch I can feel the thunder claps shaking the house slightly and the rain pounding on the roof. A perfect foil for my mood the last couple of days. Dal hasn’t been here since the day before yesterday and Two Bit’s been scarce, as well. I think I can figure out why Two Bit hasn’t been; he’s either drunk, or he’s watching his little sister. It’s wondering about Dal that makes me pissy.
A loud clap of thunder shakes me out of my thoughts just as Johnny treks in, looking like a drowned puppy with just as much humor as me. He has fresh bruise on his face extending from his cheekbone to his temple that looks exceedingly painful. His shoulders are hunched over and he’s shuffling his feet, something he hasn’t done when he’s here for quite a while.
“Hey, Johnny. Get out of those wet clothes and get some of mine out of the closet before you catch a cold,” I tell him. I smile a bit when he looks up at me, and I feel a bit better when he tries to smile back.
“Ok, Pony. Hey, where’s Darry? On a day like today, I’d have thought he’d have the day off,” he says as he’s walking to my bedroom. I can hear the shuffling of drawers and the slithering sound of wet clothes, so I wait until I think he’s done before answering.
“He had a meeting to attend to today about Soda and me. He told me to stay home, so here I am. What are you doing out on a day like this?”
He walks over to the couch and sits down beside me, resting his head on the back of the couch and turns his face towards me. I reach over and lightly touch his cheek and he winces slightly.
“I needed to get away from the house, so I thought I’d come over here, see what you were up to. Where’s your other half? I would have thought he’d be here keeping you company on a shitty day like today.” He’s grinning that little wicked grin now, obviously remembering what he walked in on last week.
“I don’t know, Johnnycake. He hasn’t been here for a couple days, so I reckon he’s causing some trouble, as usual. He wouldn’t be Dal if he wasn’t causing a ruckus somewhere. I only hope he’s ok and not in too much trouble.”
After that, we both fall into silence and, after a while, Johnny’s eyes start drooping. It’s obvious he’s not been sleeping well for a day or two, so I keep quiet, hoping to let him get a little sleep. Eventually he dozes off, his body resting heavily to the side, finally sliding over to rest his head on my shoulder. Let out a small grunt, as he’d hit a sore spot, but say nothing and just let him rest.
My thoughts start turning back to the last time I’d seen Dally, remembering our kisses and caresses. It was nowhere near as hot as the one session, but was still wonderful. When I tried to take it further, to initiate another session like last week, Dally shied a bit and said we should slow down a bit, we needed to take it slow and wait till I healed up before trying for anything more….vigorous. I wondered about it, sure, but I thought it was kinda sweet, if not a little frustrating and out of character, for Dally to think of me as such.
Just as I was delving into the memories of our encounters, especially last week’s, the door opened again. Lo and behold, the object of my current vexation walks in. Dripping water and looking deliciously disheveled, his mouth set in a cocky smirk, ice blue eyes glinting at me, Dallas struts further into the room, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it to dry out over a chair. Smug, cocky bastard that he is, he walks over to kneel in front of the couch, hands resting on my thighs, fingers tracing patterns on my legs, and his eyebrow cocked.
“Miss me, baby?”
*Don’t worry, I’m not gonna leave you hanging. I’m working on part 2, but I felt I needed to get this out there for making you wait so long. Hope you like, though I wish it were better. I promise part 2 will be, as I’m trying to get back in the swing of things, but it will be your Christmas present from me, so it will be better. Thank you, all. R&R, please. Take care.
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