Taking back Sunday

"Not unless you want me to kick your ass." Law couldn't believe this had actually gone so well.  Not only was Dallas listening, but he wanted it too. The man even seemed to be making an effort not to screw it up. "Its really pretty simple. Your horny? My room is down the hall. Your drunk? I smoke on the porch. You need anything and i'll fucking find you, Dallas."

"Alright, just checking." Dallas chuckled, kissing Law once more just because he couldn't seem to keep his lips off of him. "I'm kind of a fuck up, I need rules to follow." He smirked, reaching out to trail a finger over one of Law's tattoos. "I've always liked tattoos." He murmured softly, smiling fondly as he glanced over them all.

"Yeah, I noticed that about you."  Law could only run his claws through the mans hair, teeth nipping at Dallas's lip every time they kissed. His eyes followed Dallas's gaze as the man picked through his tattoos. "But I didn't know you had a thing for tattoos. That must be a perk of our new item thing, oui."  He enjoyed knowing more than just what Dallas hated.

Dallas paused for a moment, as if too busy examining the man's artwork before he grinned lightly.
"Hey, I guess you do have a thing for bowlegged bastards after all." He wiggled his brows and he realized this was the happiest he'd been in years. Maybe this would be a good thing.