Ain't No Rest for the Wicked (Syl/greasers/FINISH)

[yolanda7h]

When he was talking to Darry, he saw Sylvia pucker her lips in the corner of his eye. He looked at her with a mischievous smirk.

"Don't do anything stupid," he heard Darry said as if that would keep Dal from doing whatever the hell he wanted, when he wanted. Though he wasn't gonna burn the place down or anything like that while the Curtis' were away. He's crashed here a lot of times so there was an unspoken respect between him and Darry. But it went without saying that Dal was glad Darry got the heck out.

When the door closed, Dal put the soda can on the table next to the couch as Sylvia said, “I’m thinkin’ that ‘stupid’ would be anything involvin’ fucking up his couch. But maybe you don’t hafta worry too much about that since you probably like the clean stuff best anyway. The cuddling’s your favorite part, right?"

"Yeah. It could be my favorite as long as its followed by somethin else," he said plainly, removing his arm from around her.

“I don’t have a problem with the rough stuff.”

He grinned back. "I knew you wouldn't." He messed with her hair a bit, moving some of it behind her ear. "You look like you're the kinda of girl who wouldn't but...I don't believe you. You just seem like you're bluffin." He leaned in and started teasing her neck with his lips, looking up for a second. "I'm pretty good at calling somebody's bluff." He grinned mischievously before playfully tackling her so that she was laying on the couch, Dal on top of her. "I really don't think you're that type of girl." He teased.

[sylvia]

With the beginning of a smirk on her face, Sylvia wrapped one arm around the back of Dally’s neck. She didn’t say anything, instead opting to brush a piece of his hair away from his forehead. Moving that hand back behind her head, she let her lips gently graze along his jaw.

She had no idea what the hell she was doing, but that wasn't a new occurance. Sylvia never was one for planning, especially if it involved a whole lot of thinking. After all, if she’d done the logical thing and waited to see him again whenever, she obviously wouldn’t have found herself in some random-ass house underneath some guy with a record longer than almost anyone she’d ever met before. But maybe the crimes were just his way of compensating for his deep love of cuddling.

Or maybe he really was the kind of guy she looked for: bold, able to hold his own, independent, reckless, and sometimes a bit stupid.

Finally, she responded.

“Didn’t anybody ever teach you you’re not s’posed to judge a book by its cover? You gotta find out what’s on the inside first.” She let her grin fall away, looking up with as little expression as she could. Though unintentional, she knew how her words sounded. Not that she really gave a shit.

She took a few seconds to watch him, almost calculating, as if she was making a decision. “You know, I wouldn’t mind showin’ you, but…” She paused, moving her other arm away from his neck, bringing it to rest next to the other hand behind her head. Smugly, she finished, “You should’ve offered me the drink, Winston.”

[yolanda7h]

"Didn’t anybody ever teach you you’re not s’posed to judge a book by its cover? You gotta find out what’s on the inside first.”

Dally met Sylvia's unreadable expression with a dangerously mischievous one. There was only one thing on his mind right now and Dal was willing to bet that Sylvia knew all too well what it was. She was one of those girls that teased, for sure. Dal kind of liked that. Especially with a girl like Sylvia who had some spunk to her. "You wanna show me what's inside. Mm?" He mumbled in his usual low voice, leaning closer, ready to kiss her but she started talking. Needless to say, Dally was just about ready to quit talking.

"You know, I wouldn’t mind showin’ you, but…you should’ve offered me the drink, Winston.”

Dally paused and smirked. "Yeah? You want really a drink?" He leaned closer to her, his lips barely away from hers. "Yeah, I bet you do." He dove in for the kiss, and it was forward and intense- one that matched Dally's personality. Her lips were soft and moist, and it only made Dal want another taste but he pulled away, thinking this was just way too good of an opportunity to pass up. Dal was confident this chick had the hots for him anyway. Why not mess with her a bit?

He looked down at her when he broke the kiss, his expression also unreadable. "I'm gonna go get you that drink."

He got up off her and the couch and went to the kitchen sink and quickly put tap water in a plastic cup. "You want ice? Yeah. I'll get you some ice." He opened the freezer on top of the fridge and grabbed a few cubes of ice and dropped it in the cup. "Make it cold, right?"

He walked coolly over to her on the couch. "Here you--" He pretended to lose hold of the cup and the contents of it spilled right over her head and all over her shirt. "Ah damn. Now you're all wet." He grinned, stifling a laugh but not doing a good job of it.

Dal had to admit, even though she might walk out on him at this second (the rain wouldn't stop her since she was already wet), he really liked the view from where he was standing. Sylvia soaking wet was definitely a good combination. Dal was also amused to see if this chick would take offense and really walk out, which wouldn't be at all surprising, or if she'd fight fire with fire somehow.

Needless to say, Dally was very amused by her. Playing around with her was definitely not like playing around with other girls.

"Can I get you anything?...like a towel or somethin?" He teased.

[sylvia]

As soon as Sylvia felt Dally’s lips on hers, she clutched his shirt tightly in both her hands. Naturally, she’d been expecting something like that to happen since she’d first arrived. It never hurt when things went the way she wanted, even if it wasn’t in the conventional way. Hell, that made it all the better.

Then, before she was expecting it (and much earlier than she liked), he was off of her and walking around for a water or whatever the hell she’d asked for—she didn’t really care what it was. If she had to choose between making out and drinking a fucking water, she sure wouldn’t pick the drink. Not even if it was a beer or something.

She sat up, scowling at Dally’s back until he was out of her sight. The whole time he was in the kitchen, he mumbled some shit, trying to be a smartass right back, she assumed. But it wasn’t like she didn’t deserve it. Or enjoy it.

Narrowing her eyes, Sylvia watched Dallas cautiously as he returned
with her drink. She wouldn’t put it past him to—

The instant she felt the freezing water on her skin, Sylvia jumped up, swearing. After wiping some running mascara away from her face, she crossed her arms over her middle. “What the fuck?” she muttered, straightening up to her full height. Sure to hit him in the face with some water, she shook her head.

“Ah damn. Now you’re all wet,” Dally said, grinning like he’d accomplished something. In his world, he probably did. Most people aim to go to college and shit, but his only apparent goal for himself was probably to get laid. He wasn’t doing a very good job.

Still, something resembling a smile crept across her face as she said, “I gotta say, your flirtin’ skills could use a little work.”

She waited a few seconds, meeting his eyes coolly before stepping closer to him. “And you…” she began, starting to circle around him. She got up on the balls of her feet, placing her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. Pushing herself up against his back, she brought her lips close to his ear and murmured, “You were just about to get laid too.”

Whether there was any truth to that statement, Sylvia couldn’t say.

Abruptly, she snatched the keys out of his back pocket, jingling them by his head for a brief second before hurrying out the door and off the porch.

[yolanda7h]

“I gotta say, you’re flirtin’ skills could use a little work.”

"Who needs flirtin' when I got a hot girl soakin' wet right in front of me?" he said shamelessly with a grin. He watched her as she circled him, her shirt was clinging to her body just right, her hair stringy and wet. She was something else. He felt her against him from behind as she said, “And you…you were just about to get laid too.”

"Mmm, so were you." He said teasingly. "Still can, now that you're warmed up and -" Suddenly he felt her take his car keys from out of his pocket, hearing them by his ear and reflexively he spun around. He tried to grab her but she was already out the door. "Hey! Get back here!" Dally sprinted after her, actually quite surprised that she didn't walk out in a huff. She was actually being fun - and that was a change. She wouldn't get away with taking his car keys though. For sure.

Dal burst out the door and on to the porch, seeing her run down the stairs and Dal ran after her. It was pouring out there, and he was getting drenched. He didn't care though as he jumped off three stairs to catch up to her. He ran, grabbed her arm and yanked her close to him.

"You're not as fast as I thought," He said, jokingly, knowing that could be misconstrued many ways. "Now that you got me out here in the rain, are you gonna make me chase after you or somethin? You might not be fast but you're a tease." He grinned and tried prying his keys away from her hand.

[sylvia]

(OOC: Thank you to Alex who helped me find another word for cuddling when thesaurus.com just gave me weird words like "petting". << )

Sylvia heard the front door slam against the house behind her and she hoped that Dally hadn’t done anything to fuck up the door or the house or she’d never get invited back. But then again, the chances of that happening were already slim, so what the hell.

Out of nowhere, she felt his hand reach out, spinning her around to face him. She placed an even smirk on her face, cocking her head to the side slightly as he spoke.

You’re not as fast as I thought. Now that you got me out here in the rain, are you gonna make me chase after you or something? You might not be fast but you’re a tease.”

“A tease?” She raised an eyebrow, clinging to the keys. “Nah. I just thought it was gettin’ a little too hot ‘n’ heavy for you to handle. Y’know, going straight to the makin’ out without any kind of snuggling first and all. I was thinkin’ you might not make it.”

With a lopsided grin, she continued, “I decided you could use a cold shower or somethin’. So I brought you out here.”

She let her eyes dip down, taking note of the places where rain was beginning to soak through his shirt. She glanced up at the sky, leaning closer. “Cold enough?”

[yolanda7h]

The girl closed her fist around the keys, so Dal let her go as she started talking about snuggling and stuff like that. Dal had to admit to himself though that he was having a real good time with her. And she was a real looker too. Seeing her really wet like this didn't hurt the eyes, that's for sure. She had the curves in the right places yet slim, long legs making her look like one of those swimsuit models. That shirt clinging to her body made her chest really...stand out, and she was just an all around hot girl.

“I decided you could use a cold shower or somethin’. So I brought you out here.”

"Yeah, yeah. Give me my keys, wiseass." He said bluntly, with a slight grin. He was about to grab her wrist and try to pry the keys away again but saw her gaze go upwards. He followed her gaze for a moment, the rain falling on his face heavily. In a couple hours, the sun would set, despite being pretty dark out already because of the storm. He knew that Pony and Johnny would look at the sunsets but Dal didn't see the point in it. He looked back down Sylvia and wiped his hand over the length of his face to remove access water - his narrow eyes squinting. He wondered if Sylvia was like them, maybe she saw something in that kind of stuff. He'd make she was teased for it. Come on, what was so special about it?

“Cold enough?”

"Yeah. Doesn't have to be though." He looked at her mischievously. He finally grabbed her wrist and pryed his keys away. He put his keys in his back pocket with out letting go of her wrist. He nodded over to the side of the house. "Come on," With his hand still holding her wrist, he started jogging over to the narrow alley between the Curtis house and the house next door. Then, he lightly backed her against the outside wall of the Curtis house, his hands holding her slim waist. His dark eyes gazed at her for a moment - his expression somewhat cold, but he was clearly admiring her.

"You got me out here - thought you might wanna do somethin' while we're out here." he said, his voice low, deep, and suggestive. "Got any ideas?" Dally knew she knew exactly what was on his mind.

[sylvia]

Sylvia let Dally pull her along without too much hassle. After all, she wasn’t complaining.

“You got me out here-thought you might wanna do somethin’ while we’re out here. Got any ideas?”

Sylvia returned his gaze with interest, leaning back against the wall. “We could play one of those games we were talkin’ about earlier,” she began smoothly. “But then again, I’m trainin’ to become a nun. And nuns aren’t s’posed to have fun and shit, are they?” She shrugged. “Hell, I’ve never been one for rules.”

Sucking in a deep breath, she wiped away some of the water that was dripping down his neck. She knew this wasn’t what he had in mind, but she couldn’t resist. “Since your bluffin’ detector seems to be doin’ pretty shitty today, I wanna try mine out. Good enough for you?”

She tightly grasped his shirt in both hands, pushing herself back up against the wall. “You said you didn’t remember me much from the party? Bluff.” She gently kissed his cheek.

“You wouldn’t be willin’ to get off your ass and get a chick you liked a drink if it’d get you laid? Bluff.” She moved her head down to gently brush her lips just below his mouth.

With the ghost of a smirk on her face, she breathily finished, “You think I’m sexy?” She let her eyes flit to the side, stopping. She brought her gaze back up to look at him. “…Too undeniable for even you to bluff.”

Barely moving at all, she lightly kissed him, pausing so their lips were barely touching. “So how do you think I’ll do in nun school?”

[yolanda7h]

"We could play one of those games we were talkin’ about earlier,”

He grinned a bit. "We could,"

“But then again, I’m trainin’ to become a nun. And nuns aren’t s’posed to have fun and shit, are they? Hell, I’ve never been one for rules.”

"Mmm hmm," Dally said, barely responding and he started leaning closer to her, ready to cut the talking short but Sylvia wasn't done with him yet. She teased him with her lips, claiming to call his bluff. As she did, he moved a hand behind her neck, moving closer to her against the wall.

“You wouldn’t be willin’ to get off your ass and get a chick you liked a drink if it’d get you laid? Bluff."

Dal smirked a bit at that, since he did get her the stupid drink. He just preferred to see the drink all over her. He was really liking the fact that he made that decision too.

Soon Sylvia kissed him, and before Dal could even move to deepen it, she pulled away. Such a tease. He was really gonna have fun with her, for sure.

“So how do you think I’ll do in nun school?”

Dally gave a bit of a grin. "Pretty damn shitty," he mumbled before meeting his lips with hers again, deepening the kiss with his hands cupping her face. The rain continued to pour and Dally pressed her up against the wall, gradually moving his hands to grab on to her waist, groping her torso over her wet clothes. The taste of her lips was addicting, and as each kiss gradually intensified, Dally's hands found the bare skin of her waist, moving her shirt up a bit. His body pressed against hers and at the moment, he really didn't care about anything else except for the way she felt up against him. And Dal was sure she was enjoying this as much as he was.

[sylvia]

(OOC: Prepare for failure. Though my lovely friend Jen did help, so there is hope. Jen knows her make-out scenes XD.)

”Pretty damn shitty.”

Sylvia let her jaw drop in mock shock. She would’ve liked to give him a few tips on making his way to a girl’s heart, including the special note, “Pissing on a chick’s dream will not get you laid,” but fortunately for him, she didn’t really have a whole lot of dreams for him to piss on in the first place. She preferred to just take things as they came and end up wherever she did.

At that moment, it just so happened that she ended up pressed against the Curtis house, making out with Dallas Winston. She smirked into his lips for a brief second before returning his kiss, matching his intensity. She wasn’t one to be outdone, after all.

As his hands grabbed her waist, Sylvia made a low noise in the back of her throat. Automatically, she felt her hands beginning to play with the edge of Dally’s shirt. His cool fingers found her bare skin and she involuntarily shivered at his touch.

Almost defensively, she paused to look up at him, raising her eyebrow. “‘S rainin’,” she said, as if challenging him to call bullshit.

Without waiting for a response, she added, “I wonder if you’d be cold too.” Somewhat smugly, she started to lift his shirt, letting her fingers just brush along his skin. “Bet you would. Takin’ off clothes’ll do that to a person.”

[yolanda7h]

Dally really did like the look she gave him before he kissed her. As much of a smartass as she was, he liked her sense of humor. She didn't take his shit, and nothing seemed to get to her. To Dal, that was pretty sexy. She already looked like one of those swimsuit models, but she was also tough. He had to hand it to the girl. She knew how to get him to want her. He felt her match his own intensity and that only made him want to take things up a notch...because he also liked that sound she made when he touched her waist. The girl was hot, no matter what she did.

But then she paused - the last thing Dal wanted her to do - just to say that it was raining.

A smirk tugged at his lips. "So what?" he said while immediately leaning towards her again to continue the kissing.

“I wonder if you’d be cold too. Bet you would. Takin’ off clothes’ll do that to a person.”

She felt her hands lift his shirt and Dal's smirk turned into a mischievous grin. "I don't mind findin' out." Dal took the end of his shirt and helped her take it off. Yes, it was fuckin cold. But did Dal care? Not a bit. When the shirt was off and thrown on the ground, Dal quickly stroked her face, brushing the very wet and heavy strands of hair out of the way, before moving forward into another kiss - gradually intensifying it, quicker this time. The rain and the cold really didn't matter when he had a hot chick making out with him against the wall.

[eastsidesunset]

There were never many cars on the road at this time of day, and I heard the roar of Darry's old pickup truck from two blocks away. I winced a little as the unnecessary honk split the quiet of the night, then ran quickly over to the truck and climbed into the seat next to Darry. "Thanks," I told him, ignoring the seatbelt and shaking the water out of my hair. It had been getting real cold with the wind blowing the icy rain all over the place, and I was grateful for the ride.

Still... I wondered with apprehension in the pit of my stomach, is it really a good idea to go home? I doubted Dal and the girl had left, especially in this weather. And I definitely wasn't in the mood to walk in on something. Again. I sighed, running a hand through my hair and looking out the rain-streaked window. There wasn't much to see, just a bunch of vague shapes and dark shadows that I would never have recognised if I hadn't lived here all my life. It wasn't a happy thought. One day, I'll get out, I promised myself. If it was the last thing I did, I had to leave this place made of nothing but dead ends and go somewhere. Do something halfway decent with the rest of my life.

A couple minutes later Darry had parked the car and we were jogging towards the cover of the front steps, heads ducked. It was dark enough that I almost didn't see Dally and the girl in the alleyway between our house and the one beside it... almost. Pretend you didn't see anything, pretend you didn't see anything, I repeated the mantra again and again in my head. I was so determined to pretend that I dashed into the house as fast as I could like it was a safety zone and ran towards the room I shared with Soda, yelling something like "Be right back" in Darry's direction.

Yeah, right, I thought even as I said it, I won't be back until they're gone. Then I shut the door as quickly as I could without slamming it and collapsed on to the bed, breathing hard. Whatever happened now wasn't gonna be my business anymore.

[darry]

It didn't take long for Darry to find Pony. He'd been walking down the street on his way home a few blocks away. The silent ride home didn't take long, either, but it was plenty of time for Dally and Sylvia to... make the house explode, or something. Once they got there, got out of the car, and Darry spotted Sylvia and Dallas, he seriously regretted leaving. The two of them were pressed up against the side of the house, engrossed in a make-out session in the pouring rain. And Dally was missing his shirt.

"Be right back," Pony called, and hurried inside to get changed as Darry tried to figure out what to say. He wouldn't be surprised if they were making out right out front in the rain partly because he'd told him not to do anything stupid. This wasn't what he meant when he'd said that.

"Y'know, when I said to take it somewhere other than my couch, I didn't mean just right outside," Darry said. "Don't y'all have houses, too?"

[sylvia]

Sylvia didn’t know just how long she was going to stay out there with Dallas, but she guessed that it would’ve been a lot longer if they’d continued uninterrupted. Still, with a fair amount of effort, she managed to unglue herself from Dally at the sound of the front door slamming, followed by a muffled voice saying that he’d be right back from somewhere inside the house. She hoped the guy didn’t come back or she’d have to start watching her mouth again.

A different voice spoke up shortly after. “Y’know, when I said take it somewhere other than my couch, I didn’t mean just right outside. Don’t y’all have houses, too?”

Because she was in a much better mood than she’d been in before the two brothers left, she tried to look past Dally to beam at Big Curtis. In as serious a tone as she could muster, she said, “Well now that you mention it, I was thinkin’ of movin’ in. How’d you like to have a sister?”

She paused for a few seconds as if she seriously hoped he'd consider it, and then continued. “If this makin’ out deal is gonna stop you from lettin’ me become your roommate, I hafta tell you that your friend here told me that this is where I’d find ‘im. So don’t go blamin’ me. I’m…” She trailed off, locking her gaze back on Dallas, despite the fact that her words were still intended for Curtis. “…Innocent,” she finished curtly.

With that, she leaned down as best she could, conscious that she was still pressed against Dally, and picked his shirt up from its place on the ground. She returned back to her full height and pushed it into his chest with a gruff, “Here."

[yolanda7h]

Dally heard Ponyboy slam the door to the hous and Darry saying some smart ass remark. He just didn't bother to acknowledge it, but Sylvia pulled away. "What? I ain't hear nothin'" Dally said, glib, as he leaned forward to continue making out. But Sylvia was already looking past Dal at Darry, talking with him. At that point, Dally backed off a bit. "Jesus Christ," he mumbled with a frustrated sigh and turned around.

“Well now that you mention it, I was thinkin’ of movin’ in. How’d you like to have a sister?”

Dally cracked a grin and laughed a bit. "Yeah, I bet she'd be good at keepin Soda and Pony in line, what do ya say, man?" He joked, slapping Darry on the back. To what Sylvia said next, Dallas locked eyes with her when she made that "innocent" comment. His face buckled as he stifled a laugh. Like hell she was innocent.

"Don't start believin your own bullshit, Sylvia. It ain't good for ya."

“Here." She shoved the shirt at his chest and Dally caught it.

"Thanks, gonna need it." He took both ends of the shirt and started twirling it around so it twisted. "...'cause I really don't like bein' interrupted, Darry," He then let go of one end and hit Darry's leg with the soaking wet shirt, playfully. Barely being able to keep a straight face, he twisted the the shirt around again. "Ya know, I've known ya for so long and you won't let me and Sylvia here use your couch? I'm kinda offended, Dar'," He glanced at Sylvia, a mischievous and playful grin on his face. He turned to Darry and faked as if he was going to run after him a couple times before launching at him for real, whipping the shirt at him.