And before Du could say a word, his lips crashed into yours, tongue wanting in.
Du gave in, fingers running through his hair. He pushes Du up against the wall, and puts his hands up your shirt, running his hands along your body. He began to suck on your neck. Du needed him bad. Du reached down and undid the gürtel of his pants, then slipping them down with ease. He rips off your hemd, shirt and throws it across the store room. Du pull off his DX shirt, as he undos the button of your jeans.
All of a sudden, your on the cold, hard floor of the storeroom, with Steve hovering over you. He runs his tongue down your stomach, until he reaches your panties.
He looks up at Du and grins as he slide them off.
And lets that tongue do the work.
“Excuse me?” Du say, eyebrows raised.
“I think-“
“No I heard what Du said.”
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“Hey, do y’all want to go play football?” Darry asked the gang.
Everyone’s saying yeah, but Du say, “No.”
“Why not?” Ponyboy asked.
“Darry think’s I’m awful at football, so I’m not going to play.” Du say in a joking tone.
“Well she does,” Darry smiles.
“It really hurts,” Du sniffle.
“Well fine, I’ll stay back with you.” He says, plopping on the couch Weiter to you.
“You know, it really hurt my feelings.”
“I sagte I was sorry.”
“But it still hurts.”
“Well fine, let me make it up to you.”
He leans over and kisses you.
