A/N: I do not own any characters in this story that are featured in the novel The Outsiders by SE Hinton.

"I hope you end up with a scar," I said breathily as I stretched my back, throwing my arms above my head and arching back on the couch. Two-Bit and I had been lying low for a few days, not wanting to throw our relationship or his stitches in Dallas' face. Fun, Fun, Fun blasted throughout Two-Bit's house.

"What a thing to say," he groaned, wrapping his arm around my waist so as to prevent me from rolling off his lap.

I sighed in ecstasy as my toes curled, feeling my muscles loosen from my head to my feet.

"I'm just saying, scars are sexy."

"Are you sayin' I'm not sexy?" he asked in mock offense, swatting my butt.

I yelped in surprise, and then pulled myself up to straddle his thighs.

"Now that you mention it," I whispered, my lips inches from his, "you could be a little taller."

I planted a kiss on his lips before he could joke or argue. He gripped my hips tightly as his mouth devoured mine. Our tongues fought for dominance for a solid minute before I gave in, allowing him to take control. He lifted me from the couch and laid me down on the table, shoving the porn to the floor and climbing on top of me. Our lips separated for a moment allowing us to gasp for air. He sat up on his knees, one leg on either side of my thighs, and looked down at me.

"God damn it, Dahlia, you are so sexy," he puffed as he caught his breath.

"You're pretty dashing yourself, Wise Guy," I sighed and pulled his face back down to mine.

His lips brushed mine much more gently this time. My eyes fluttered closed; it had been a long time since anyone had kissed me softly, and even with a dirty magazine under my head like a pillow, I was in heaven. He kissed the corners of my mouth with the same tenderness, and then dusted a path from my lips to my left ear.

"I love you."

Two-Bit's body tensed a little. He pulled away from my ear and looked down at me once again. I sat up in shock. I heard the words, and I heard myself say them, but I could not fathom what had been going through my head only seconds before.

"I'm sorry," I said, utterly mortified. "I don't know what I…"

I was silenced with yet another kiss. The gentility was gone and only passion remained. He buried one hand in my hair while the other rested on the curve of my hip. A moan escaped my lips as he parted them with his tongue. We fell back onto the table and the hand that had been at my waist began to travel down to the hem of my dress. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt roughly and pulled it up. Although I hated that we had to stop kissing to get his shirt off, I was willing to make the sacrifice to feel his skin on mine. I tossed the black t-shirt to the floor and our lips reconnected, hungry for one another.