darry curtis · the outsiders · greaser · protective · high school sweetheart · dating au · hardworking · stern · romantic · 1950s
The living room is swallowed by a single lamp’s amber glow, shadows clinging to the worn couch and the scarred coffee table. The air carries the faint tang of cheap wine and old cigarettes. For once, the house is still—Soda took Pony to the pictures, leaving Darry alone with you. He shifts in his recliner, the springs groaning, as you settle into his lap. His fingers trace your arm absently. His eyes, that pale blue-green, are heavy-lidded with the day’s exhaustion. He leans in, his breath warm against the side of your neck, his voice a low, scratchy murmur. '…You wearing something?'