Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♡︎clothes

A/N: Modern

I slipped on his black t-shirt and my grey sweatpants. I let the St. Christopher hang from my neck as I waited for him to return from the rumble.

As per tradition, I'd stay in my bedroom and wait for him to return and tell me all about his win with his necklace for luck. If anything happened, I'd have his necklace for safe-keeping.

I didn't know what to do, I was incredibly bored. I turned on my music and I played it softly waiting to hear the bedroom door open and see my bruise-battered boyfriend approach me and give me a kiss like he hadn't seen me in 4 years.

I put my hair in a side braid and let it fall down my shoulder and I sat against my head board and tapped along to the music as I smelled Dally's scent. I knew it was coming from the shirt and I cozied myself into it, remembering plenty of great memories of him wearing it.

I shut my eyes and escaped into the music when I feel somebody's lips on mine. I get startled but I realize who it was and I wrapped my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me as we kiss more rough instead of passionate.

I moved my arms away and Dally pulled away and smiled at me with bruises across his cheeks and cuts on his forehead.

"Oh, honey." I say, touching his wounds as light as a feather, "Did you win?"

"Baby, come on, you know that's a stupid question." He said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. I climbed onto his lap and put my hands on his shoulders and studied over his wounds. He put his hands on my hips and squeezed and I jumped a little. He was looking down my body smirking.

"Wearing my shirt I see," He said.

"You got a problem with it?" I respond, a smile creeping up my face.

"Mmm, not at all," He hummed. I connected my hands behind his neck as he continued to study my body before I moved off of him and walked to my desk. He threw his hands up and I spun my chair to look at him. He pouted his lip and rubbed his bruises and I giggled. I spun my chair to my computer and turned it on and went to Google.

He came up behind me and rested his head on the top of mine and rested his forearms on my shoulders.

"What are you looking for?" He said as I clicked multiple times to get to what I was looking for. I pulled up a wedding invitation template that I made and he moved his head to rest next to mine.

"How does this look?" I asked him and I saw him smiling from my peripheral vision.

"I think it looks great," He whispered and I smiled and turned off my computer. He pulled me out of my spinning chair and spun me around. Even though I was in my pajamas, I still felt like a million dollars.

"Damn girl, you got to start wearing my clothes more often." He said with a wide smile. I gave him a peck on the cheek and I pulled myself into bed and he took off his clothes and joined me.

"Damn boy, you got to stop wearing clothes more often." I said in a mocking tone and he squeezed me and pushed me closer to him.