A/N: This is the first multi-chapter fic i've written in a while, so please bear with me here. Chapters will vary in length, there will be smut later on, and there are mature themes in this first chapter. Also this is from Johnnie's point of view. That's about it. Later lovelies.
Thinking back it, we were living out the biggest cliché ever; Ponygirl and I were strolling down the street when it started to pour. My house was the closest sanctuary from the rain we could think of, so we went there.
I took my jacket off and put it over our heads as we ran. She was right close up against me, laughing and trying to protect the hair she was so proud of. She grew it out longer than most the other girls did and spent what felt like hours on it everyday making it look perfect. I, on the other hand, just greased mine back without a care. By the time we reached the porch of my shabby house, we were both soaked through to the bone, mostly me, though- I sacrificed my place under the jacket so that Pony's hair didn't get ruined.
We were still giggling as we went inside. Thankfully, my parents weren't home.
"Oh, Pony, your hair…" I had said as we stood in the doorway. It was stringy and wet- I still remember how it clung to the sides of her face. She touched it, then laughed.
"Don't worry, it's only hair," She giggled. "It'll dry."
I still felt awful for ruining her perfect little curls, but I suppose there wasn't much I could have done. I dumped my soaked jacket on the floor and together we went down the hall to my room. I had told Pony that I had some dry clothes that might fit her. The rain sounded so loud drumming on the tin roof.
I remember shuffling through my dresser, trying to find something that would fit Ponygirl as she sat on my bed. I turned around at the worst time- or perfect, depending on how you looked at it.
I stared at her while she was taking her shirt off.
My eyes lingered firstly on the smooth skin of her slightly chubby stomach, then on her round breasts covered by her bra. My face heated up dramatically as I clenched the t-shirt in my hands, knuckles going white. She dropped her shirt aside and stood. She stepped out of her skirt as well and just… She smiled at me. Coyly. Almost like she was daring me to do something. Glory, I remember wishing I could just shed my shyness and whisk her away. Months upon months of stealing shy glances at her and thinking sinful things really beginning to build up. I thought I was gonna explode.
She didn't call me out on staring or anything, she just kept on smiling.
"You're gonna catch your death of cold if you stay in those wet clothes, Johnniecake."
I knew what she was implying long before the words left her mouth. I guess her and I thought more alike than what I gave her credit for, not that I was complaining- that was the last thing on my mind as I dropped the t-shirt and she lead me over to the bed.
I didn't know what to expect that first time and, honestly, I don't think Ponygirl did either. Our touches were light strokes over bare flesh, our kisses constantly broken by unsure giggles. Every feeling was new and exciting, by the end of it we had worn ourselves out. I could still taste Pony on my lips even as we laid side by side, sweaty and spent. My fingers were cramped and I think she left a hickey on my neck. We'd have some explaining to do later, that was for sure, but at the time it didn't matter. It was just us in the world.
Once we caught our breaths, still laying naked under the flimsy sheet on my bed, I remember Ponygirl rolling over, her cheek propped up in her palm. She had a rosy glow about her. Her hair was still clinging to the sides of her face, but for a different reason now.
"I guess this means we're together now, don't it?"
Blushing, I nodded my head, then stole a shy kiss. Her lips were damp and sweet tasting.
"Yeah I… I reckon it does."
XxXxX
That whole evening followed by our desperate scramble to put our clothes back on when I heard my parents come home all flashed through my mind as I sat there in Dallas Winston's car, breathing in smoky air, and staring him right in the shifty eyes.
He blew out a puff of smoke from the corner of his mouth. He repeated himself.
"Who did you say you were datin'?"
I panicked. My heart was racing in my ears, I had never felt so scared in my life. Ponygirl and I agreed that she would tell Soda and I would tell Dally about our little… Relationship. We figured we might as well, we'd been together for a few months now. I just… I just never accounted on it being this horrifying having to face the one guy who I saw as a brother. I felt like I was going to be sick.
I just wanted this to be over with, so I said the first name that came to mind- and it wasn't Pony's.
