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All I know	By : CorkyKeller Category: 1 through F > Dallas 362 Views: 960 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The only character I own all rights to is Butterfly Cullen. All other characters and Dallas 362 are owned by Scott Caan's brilliant mind. I do not profit in any way from writing this with the sole exception of maturing my writing. Please critique

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Chapter Six

Rusty nudged her softly, glancing at his watch every other nudge. She always was a heavy sleeper and alcohol consumption, he assumed only made her an even heavier sleeper. Sighing, he nudged her harder.

�B, wake up.� Finally she slowly opened her eyes, squinting at the bright light that shone through the window behind the TV.

�What the fuck?� she whined, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes only slightly.

�Come on.� He said whipping the covers off of her.

�WHAT THE FUCK RUSTY?!� She screamed jerking the covers back around her, shivering slightly. �I�m sleepin�, damn it.� she spat, closing her eyes and making herself comfortable again.

�I have to go see Bob and I told my mom I wouldn�t leave you alone in the house.� He said purposely leaving out the �with Dallas� that was part of his promise. She groaned and stirred before answering with her eyes still closed.

�You left me here yesterday and I�m a big girl, I said. If I have to say it again, I swear to God I�m gonna scream. Christ.� He sighed, looking back towards the hallway. �Just go. I�m gonna go to the store anyway.� She sighed before stirring again, turning to face away from him and the sun which still beamed through the window. He rolled his eyes and stood up from the couch still looking down at her.

�Fine. I�ll be back in an hour.� He said, looking at his watch again. She waved him off and he sighed again before moving towards the door, looking back to Dallas� closed door and then back to Butterfly on the couch before he left. Seconds later, she fell back into a deep sleep, sighing contently as she began to dream again.

Dallas groaned once, rolling over in bed to drape his arm over the empty space in the bed next to him. Running his hand over the cold sheets, his eyes opened slowly and he squinted, lifting his hand to pinch the top of his nose. The headaches never got better and he flexed his hand to rub his eyes before he took one of the pillows on his bed and hugged it close, knowing it was a pillow but holding it as if it were her. He sighed deeply into the fluff and attempted to go back to sleep only to be distracted with thoughts of her, dancing, grinding, bending�and then he felt it, the familiar tug between his thighs that woke up him completely. His eyes still closed he rolled so that he was lying on top of the pillow he held, his groin thrusting softly against the mattress below him. A moan escaped his lips as his cock came to life, moving its way out of his still unfastened jeans and he thrust a bit harder, fucking her in his mind. Pushing himself into her warm sensuous body, feeling her soft tits against the hard plain of his bare chest, her warm cavity pulling at him, bringing him to the edge.

�Fuck Butterfly� he muttered softly, rolling his hips hard into the mattress, wanting her, feeling her, needing her. The friction did the trick and he was humping like an animal, his climax getting closer by the second. A few more hard thrusts and he was gone, biting down on the pillow he clutched as his cock twitched and oozed his cream over the bed and his stomach. He came down, finally and rolled onto his back, sighing softly. Slowly he stood and poked his head out the door of his room, making sure the coast was clear before making his way to the bathroom. He leaned heavily on the sink, looking at his reflection in the mirror he took another breath before turning on the water and splashing some on his face. He turned off the sink, and moved towards the toilet, standing over it and holding his now flaccid penis as he relieved himself for the morning. He shook off and zipped up his jeans turning to use a towel to wipe his cream coated stomach before he flushed the toilet and exited the bathroom, walking into the living room searching for one thing. He looked at the coffee table in front of the couch, noticing the pack of cigarettes and walked over to take one out of the pack. As he neared the table he heard a soft moan and looked down to see a sleeping Butterfly snuggled on the couch.

�Shit� he whispered as he leaned over to take the cigarette while trying his best not to make a sound. He nearly succeeded before his toe leaned into the remote control and the TV turned on, blasting the sound of the morning news into the once silent living room. She grunted and sat up angrily, glaring up at him through sleepy hung over eyes.

�You and Rusty are a fuckin pair, you know that?� she asked throwing the covers off of her body and moving her feet to the carpet.

�Sorry, I was trying not wake you� he said almost incoherently, trying not to look at her but failing miserably as he noticed what a perfect view he had of her cleavage.

�You didn�t do a very good job.� She sighed rubbing her eyes again roughly before running her hands through her tasseled hair.

�Where�s Rusty?� he asked trying to change the subject but still staring down her shirt.

�He went out.� She replied, standing up and nearly walking into him as she tried to get to the bathroom. �Move!� she exclaimed pushing past him and stomping to the bathroom. He watched her walk away, her perfectly toned ass swaying from side to side as she walked. Once she�d disappeared into the bathroom, he sat on the couch, looking down at the pillow she�d used. His pillow. Glancing back towards the bathroom door, he brought the pillow up to his nose and inhaled her scent, his heart picking up speed as her aroma filled his nostrils. The toilet flushed and he shoved the pillow back onto the couch and sat back, pretending to watch the news. She stalked back to the couch and sat next to him, reaching for the pack that still lay on the table and taking a cigarette for herself. She tossed the pack back on the table, placed the cigarette in her mouth and looked around for the lighter, finally realizing that Dallas had it in his hand and his cigarette was held in the other hand. �Are you gonna light that or just admire it?� she asked sarcastically, the cigarette bouncing in her mouth. He snapped out of his charade and lit his smoke before offering to light hers. She looked up at his eyes and leaned in, letting the tip her cigarette touch the flame. She took a drag and sat back, crossing her legs and looking at the TV. �What the hell are you watching?� she asked looking around for the remote. He picked it up off the floor and switched the channel casually.

�I don�t know, it was on.� He muttered flipping through the channels and finally settling on Tom and Jerry. They didn�t have money for cable but he was grateful everyday that they had the cartoon channel. Despite his rough and tough demeanor, one thing that was a little less than �manly� about him was that he loved Saturday morning cartoons.

�Oh shit, Tom and Jerry!� she said with excitement, bringing her knees up to her chest, settling in more comfortably. He looked at her and let a half smile creep onto his face. God could she be more adorable? he thought. She felt his gaze and looked back at him. �What are you lookin� at?� she asked in a slightly harsh tone that he recognized as the �New Yorker attitude� that everyone always referred to. Looking back to the TV he sighed heavily And sexy. They sat in silence, watching the show and smoking their cigarettes before she spoke during a commercial break. �So how long you known Rusty?�

�Since we were 16, you would�ve been what? Ten?� he asked looking back at her.

�Aren�t you Mr. Fuckin Mathematician��she retorted with a smile. He chuckled and took another drag from his smoke before putting it out in the ash tray.

�How long has it been since you�ve seen him?� he asked softly.

�Fifteen years.� She replied looking down at her hands.

�And how are you related again? I mean I know he�s your cousin��

�His mom and my mom were sisters� she answered.

�Were?� He asked arching an eyebrow. She paused before answering him.

�My mom�s dead.� She replied plainly, no emotion in her tone. He winced a little.

�Sorry.�

�Why you sorry?� she asked �You didn�t kill her, did you?� she added trying to lighten the mood however she could. He gave a half smile and shook his head softly.

�No, I just meant�never mind.� He said bringing his attention back to the TV. �My mom died when I was a kid too.� He said after a short moment. She looked back at him.

�How did she die?� she asked softly.

�My dad beat her up a lot.� He began still focusing on the TV, unsure about revealing this much about himself to her. �The last time he did she didn�t make it.� She scooted closer to him and put her hand on his knee. He looked down at where her hand touched him and then back at her, drowning in her eyes.

�I�m sorry.� She replied sincerely. He felt vulnerable for the first time in years and it left him speechless. �Hey, you know somethin�?� she asked, noticing that he felt uncomfortable.

�What�s that?� he asked in a whisper.

�I was gonna go to the store and get some shit to make breakfast. You want to show me to one?� she asked in a friendly tone. He smiled and nodded.

�Yeah, let me get a shirt and some shoes and we�ll go.�

�Alright, I�ll get some clothes on� she replied standing and padding over to Rusty�s room. He stood after her, walking down the hall to his room and shutting the door behind him. He leaned against the door letting his head fall back on it as his eyes close and he took a couple of breaths before going to his dresser to look for a shirt that he thought would make him look sexy to her. What the fuck is wrong with me? He thought as he noticed his insecurity; he usually had no trouble at all getting a girl to find him charming. He shrugged off the feeling as he continued his search. His eyes fell on a cotton vest that he pulled over his head and smoothed out before he grabbed his boots and went out to the living room. He heard her fumbling in Rusty�s room and fought the urge to sneak a peak, trying desperately to remember Rusty�s warning. She�s off limits he repeated to himself as he had the night before. She came out of Rusty�s room wearing the same denim shorts she�d worn last night and an olive green wife beater that read �Dank Nugs�. He looked her over once, sighing as he stood and made his way to the front door which he opened for her, standing aside so she could walk through it first. �And they say chivalry�s dead� she commented with a smile as she walked out followed by him. He locked the door behind him and jogged to the car where he opened the passenger door for her too. She looked at him, a smile on her face, before she shook her head gently and slid into the car. He closed the door for her and strode to the drivers side, getting in and closing the door.

�There�s a store on Santa Monica� he said turning the key in the ignition and the car roared to life, planning on purposely taking the long way to their destination. She nodded, keeping her gaze out the window as they drove down Sunset Blvd to Holloway Dr before he made a right and then another sharp right onto Santa Monica Blvd where she spotted the store right on the corner of the street. He parallel parked along the side walk and put the car in park as she opened her door and got out, slamming it shut, putting her hands into her back pockets and turning back to see if he was out the car yet. His hand subconsciously went to the small of her back as he guided her into the store and he could swear she leaned slightly into his touch. �So what were you gonna make?� he asked unsure of which aisle he should lead her to.

�I don�t know, maybe an omelet or something. You like omelets?� she asked looking back at him. He shrugged.

�Yeah, sure. Come on.� He replied walking towards the back of the small convenient store where the dairy products were. She followed behind him letting her eyes roam his body; from his shaved head, down his back where she could see muscles flexing with his walk even with his vest shirt covering it, her eyes trailed lower and noticed his well toned buttocks that sat perched above two strong legs. Smiling to her herself and her findings she snapped her gaze back up when he suddenly stopped walking and leaned over to get a carton of eggs. �What else?� he asked handing her the carton.

�Toast?� she suggested. He nodded and walked down the aisle on his left grabbing a loaf of bread as he passed by them but not stopping. She followed, her brows furrowing until she noticed what he was going for. �Glad to know I�m not the only one who likes ketchup on eggs.� He smiled back at her and suddenly thought of something, walking back to the dairy section. �Jesus, you�re makin me dizzy, over here.� She said as he passed her.
�Stay there� he called back and she watched him jog away, sighing as a half smile crept onto her face. He came back with butter, cheese and a medium sized carton of Orange Juice.

�Good call� she said as he neared her. He smiled and led her to the checkout counter. She went for her pocket book and he stopped her, retrieving his wallet from his back pocket.

�Since you�re cooking it, I�ll pay for it.� He said handing the cashier a ten dollar bill. She nodded slowly.

�Aint gonna argue with that.� She replied taking the bagged up groceries and walking out with him to the car. The ride home was just as silent as the ride to the store and before she knew it, he was pulling into the driveway. They took the groceries into the house and she began perusing around the kitchen, looking for a pan to make their breakfast.

�Here� he said leaning down to open the cupboard in front of her legs, feeling his member stir at his close proximity to her treasure. She gasped silently, when his arm brushed her leg and he slowly stood, handing her the small pan he�d taken out. She licked her lips and put her hand over his looking up into his ocean eyes, silently thanking him. �Fuck� he muttered under his breath. She took it as the opportunity to step closer to him, her soft breast barely touching his chest. He cleared his throat and stepped away from her, creating some distance before he turned and put the groceries into the refrigerator, all but the eggs, cheese and the loaf of bread. Letting out a breath, he turned to face her. �Can I help?� he asked, lifting his shoulders and then dropping them in a soft, casual shrug. She looked back at him after cracking the first egg into a bowl she�d retrieved in the cupboard above her head.

�Sure� she replied cracking another egg into the bowl. �Why don�t you make the toast?� she offered nodding towards the loaf of bread that lay on the counter next to the stove. He nodded, looking down at her firm globes and taking a step closer to her; her back inches away from his chest; he leaned over and took the loaf before moving to stand next to her. He took out four pieces and put them in the toaster, then brushed the crumbs of bread from his hands. He looked over at her, turning to lean on the counter.

�Maybe I should wait until you�re done with the eggs to toast them?� he asked looking at her brilliant hair that fell over her shoulders. She turned her head and smiled.

�Yeah, it won�t be long. Hand me some cheese?� she replied. He went to the refrigerator and got the cheese out, opening the pack and handing her two slices. �Cut em up for me?� she asked, he glanced down at the slices and nodded putting the pack back into the refrigerator and returning to his position next to her, he tore the plastic off the cheese and began to break them into thin slices, handing them to her one by one. �Thanks� she said pouring the contents of the bowl into the already hot pan. �You got a spatula?�

�Yeah.� He replied, opening the drawer in front of him and handing the spatula to her. She took it thankfully and began to work the omelet with ease. He watched her, reveling in how sexy she looked cooking and thought about what it would be like to wake up every morning to the smell of her cooking�for him�for them both. A smile teased his mouth and his tongue came out to pass over his bottom lip. She could feel his stare and smiled.

�Why do you keep looking at me?� she asked not taking her eyes from the omelet in the pan. He shrugged.

�I�m just not used to having a woman in the house, I guess.� he replied. Her smile spread on her face at his words as a slow blush teased her features. A woman in the house she thought, it had been a long time since anyone had made her feel like a woman, let alone called her one. She sighed at the memory of the last person who had and looked at him, the smile slowly morphing into a slight pout.

�You wanna get me some plates?� she asked, trying to change the subject. His brows furrowed in slight confusion but he grabbed two plates out the cupboard next to his head and set them on the counter. She held the pan over one of the plates and let the omelet fall on it, turning back to pour the other couple of eggs into the frying pan for the other omelet. He automatically began breaking the other slice of cheese, handing her each strand as he broke it off.

�What�s wrong?� he asked noticing the pout and instinctively moving a little closer to her.

She shook her head. �Why don�t you start the toast, I�m almost done with this one.� She said flipping the omelet over in the pan. He kept his eyes on her as his hand reached for the toaster and he pulled the lever down; the bread disappearing into the apparatus. He sighed realizing she wasn�t going to answer him and went to refrigerator again to fetch the Orange Juice. He turned to face her, leaning back on the refrigerator, the carton of juice in his hands. She put the second omelet on the empty plate, shut off the stove and put the frying pan on the far burner, turning back to grab the two plates and putting them on the table that was in the adjacent room. Walking back into the kitchen as the four pieces of toast popped up from the toaster, she grabbed all four pieces and took them to the table. He sauntered to the cupboard and took out two glasses, following her. She turned and nearly ran into him.

�Sorry� he said handing her the glasses, which she took from him, and leaning past her to put the carton on the table. She was so close he could feel her body heat and his heart quickened as his groin stirred in a familiar way. She let out an exhale and looked up to meet his eyes, loving how close he was and she subconsciously arched her back slightly. �You want butter?� he asked softly looking above her head, unable to hold her gaze without feeling his cock fill with blood. She nodded slowly.

�Yeah� she replied letting it come out in a sultry sigh. His breath caught in his throat and he turned to go back into the kitchen. She heard him open the refrigerator, then a drawer and, reaching behind her, she put the glasses on the table before turning back; keeping her place in front of the table, waiting for him. He walked back to the table and froze in the doorway; the case of butter and two sets of utensils in his hand. She was looking at him with a hunger that made him want to take her right there on the table. She crooked her finger and beckoned him over to her. Without thought he obeyed her and moved to stand in front of her again, the butter and utensils still in his hand. She took the objects in his hands and tossed them behind her on the table before bringing her hands to his waist, pulling him closer. His hands came up to her hips and held her away from him.

�Look� he began, hating Rusty in that moment. �I can�t...we can�t�� he sighed. Her lustful look quickly turned into a glare of anger and she pushed him away, moving to take a seat at the table. He mentally kicked himself in the face and sat in the chair next to her, picking up one of the forks and digging aimlessly into his eggs. �It�s not that I don�t want to� he tried to explain, knowing the glare she�d given him was that of anger from being rejected. �I just�I promised Rusty I wouldn�t�try anything with you.� He admitted not intentionally wanting to throw Rusty under the bus but needing her to know that he wanted her, he just couldn�t have her. She glanced up at him as she took a bite of toast.

�You always do what Rusty tells you to?� she asked opening the juice and pouring herself a glass.

�Actually no� he chuckled, regretting that he�d said it right after it flew out of his mouth. There was no way he could deny her now. She looked up at him and shrugged.

�Then why start now?� she asked sharply. The moment was clearly lost, and her irritation was apparent in her tone. It was his turn to shrug.

�It�s a whole thing.� He replied simply.

�Whatever the fuck that means.� She said as she ate her omelet. He sighed, his bulge still pushing against his jeans as he reached for the carton of juice and poured himself a glass. He opened the butter and shifted in his seat, trying to relieve the pressure in his pants.

�So why�d you move?� he asked as casually as he could muster after a long moment of silence. She shrugged her shoulders.

�I needed something new.� He nodded knowingly.

�What about your dad?� he asked. She arched an eyebrow.

�What about my dad?� she spat.

�Isn�t he bummed that you�re so far away now?� he asked innocently.

�I doubt it considering he ran off first.� She replied. �What about your dad? He still around?� He took a breath, not really sure if he wanted to share anymore than he already had. He never talked about his past with anyone, not even Rusty, but the other half of him didn�t want to upset her�yet again.

�No� he answered simply.

�They�re like an appendix.� She said concentrating on her food. He looked up, confusion on his chiseled face.

�What?�

�Fathers� she replied. �Like an appendix. If you�ve got one and it works, it helps but if you don�t got one, it won�t kill you, ya know?� He gave her a half smile and nodded.

�Yeah you�re right� he said, growing more comfortable now that the tension between them had eased a bit. Suddenly, he heard the door unlock and Rusty walked in with a coffee cup in his hand, looking down the hallway before noticing they were in the other room.

�Hey� he greeted them, noticing the food on the table for the first time. �You cooked?� he asked Butterfly who nodded with a smile.

�Yeah you want one?� she asked starting to get up from the table.

�Nah, I ate something earlier with Bob.� He replied as he reached for a piece of toast.

�How�s it goin� with that?� she asked. That being that his mother arranged for him to see her new boyfriend, who was a therapist. She couldn't really blame her Aunt for being worried about him. From what she'd heard, he and Dallas were constantly in and out of bar fights and jail. She was a little worried about him too, but never expressed an opinion.
�Ah, it�s alright, you know.� He replied curtly, not wanting to get into too much detail about it in front of Dallas.

�What�s alright?� Dallas asked, grinning at his best friend.

�Nothing Fat Ass.� He replied smiling back. �So I guess you went to the store.� He directed towards Butterfly.

�Yeah�um..�Fat Ass� took me� she said chuckling as Rusty laughed. Dallas looked back at her, the grin quickly disappearing from his face before he poked her side.

�Who you callin� �Fat Ass� huh?� he teased, reveling in her returning giggle, his smile creeping back onto his face. Rusty�s eyes narrowed slightly but smiled with Dallas as the feeling of pure trust in his best friend washed over him. He was relieved that he finally felt he could truly trust Dallas with his younger cousin and he laughed along with them.
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