So, firstly, I'm sorry it's taken so long to update. It's been hard to find time to write. However, I fully intend to finish this story no matter how
long it takes because I love these two characters and think they deserve to be explored. I can't make any promises, but I'll update as regularly as I can. Secondly, I know this is a short chapter but I wanted to "date" scene to have a little chapter of it's own.

Plus, I wanted to get something out for you guys. So, here you go. Enjoy x

Their "date" wasn't exactly romantic, and certainly wouldn't live up to the standards of the idealistic girls of Rydell High, but that night would always have a special place in Rizzo's heart.

When the car pulled up, there was a moment of silence. It wasn't entirely uncomfortable, they both knew why they were at this particular spot- and it wasn't to watch whatever flick was playing tonight. After a minute or two, Rizzo turned her head to look at her companion for the night. Only, this wasn't just some random hook-up; whatever was about to transpire was much bigger than that, but in order to protect herself, she had to ignore the feeling niggling in her chest. It was telling her that there would be no going back from this, that, if this went south, Kenickie had the power to crush her already bruised heart.

Her eyes met his and she realised he had been staring at her. Not in a creepy way, more like he was admiring the view. Either way, it made her feel exposed, something she only really felt when he was around.

"What?" She muttered with a small smile to hide her nerves.

He hesitated before answering, "You look good in the moonlight." He admitted, making her blush ferociously.

His words ignited a spark inside of her and, suddenly, she couldn't wait any longer. She practically pounced on him and he gasped in surprise before her lips made contact with his.

The kiss was passionate, hungry, and impatient as if the tension that had been building had finally reached breaking point. There was also an air of clumsiness, not just in the kiss, but in his actions too. His hands roamed her body as though he had no idea where to place them, which, whilst endearing, was utterly confusing. It was common knowledge that Kenickie was a "chick-magnet" so why were his movements so inexperienced?

When the two clambered into the backseat, unwilling to let go of each other for more than a few seconds at a time, they were granted enough room to really get something going. As their hips knocked together, Kenickie moaned loudly, and as their actions became more frantic, the noises of appreciation became even louder.

Rizzo again questioned the greaser's experience in the bedroom, but then he began to suckle her neck in the most tantalising way and her brain clouded over, stopping her train of thought.

Her name- or surname- began to leave his lips and, for some reason, the desire for him to call her by her first name washed over her. If she was going to have this experience, she wanted to have it as herself, not as the person everybody thought she was. It was more personal that way.

"Could you call me by my first name?" That pesky vulnerability was gnawing at her again, but the request was out there now and there was no taking it back.

"Oh erm…" In his dazed state, he tried to remember whether she had ever told him her first name. She realised she hadn't.

"Betty." She offered and it felt oddly liberating when he began to moan the word into her skin.

"Betty. Betty" He moaned, the name rolling off his tongue.

Suddenly, Rizzo remembered they needed protection, and that wasn't something she just carried with her. "Have you got something?"

"Are you kidding?" He replied, moving into sitting position and fishing through the pocket of his leather jacket. He pulled the packet out of his pocket and smirked, "my 25-cent insurance policy."

"Big Spender." Rizzo teased, sucking and biting on his neck as he tore open the packet.

Then, he froze, and her entire body was filled with dread. "What?"

"It broke." His stunned voice replied as he stared at the condom in his hands which was, very much, broken.

"How could it break?" She answered, incredulously, hoping this was just some sort of joke, even though the evidence was right in front of her.

"I bought it when I was in the seventh grade." He admitted reluctantly, finally letting it drop from his hands. He rested back on the seat with resignation.

"Ohhh…"

The admission made everything so much clearer. Kenickie had this image of an experienced womaniser, and yet, this had to have been his first time with a girl- or at least, would have been.

This couldn't go any further, and they both knew that, but Rizzo was too far gone, and this felt too much like a missed opportunity for her to walk away now. Just one look at his handsome, perfectly sculpted, destroyed what little willpower she still had. So, letting go of all inhibitions, she put her arms back around his neck, "Oh, what the hell…"

Before they could properly pick things back up, something collided with the back of the car, forcing them to jump apart out of surprise.

The cause of the collision was Leo, leader of a group of hot-rods called "The Scorpions." Rizzo wasn't exactly sure what it was about, but she knew they had a fierce rivalry with the T-Birds. She just chalked it up to boys being boys, but she had to admit, something about Leo gave her the creeps.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Kenickie barked out of the window, fury replacing the lust that was on his face just a moment ago.

"It's a no parking zone, creep." Leo threw over his shoulder. His goal was obviously to get a rise out of the greaser, and it was definitely working.

"The whole place is a no parking zone, crater-face!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

With that, Leo reversed the car, again crashing into the back of Kenickie's already beat-up motor.

Although to anyone else, the car was just a hunk of junk, ready to fall apart at any moment, it meant so much to the blue-eyed boy beside her. Though Kenickie Murdoch didn't seem to care about a whole lot of things, there were three things she knew he cared about very deeply; his mother, his friends, and cars- in particular, this car.

So, it wasn't at all surprising that his already rising temper kicked up a gear at the clear disrespect for his prized possession.

"You're gonna pay for that!" He raged.

Rizzo knew Kenickie had a temper, but she had never seen him so revved up. His nostrils were flared, his breathing was heavy, and anger was seeping out of every pore in his body.

"I'll give you 75 cents for the whole car," Leo sneered, "including your chick."

Now it was Rizzo's turn to be angry. She wasn't just some cheap floozy; she was a sophisticated young woman and she was offended that anybody would see her as any less than that. The feeling didn't last long, arousal still swirled in the pit of her stomach and the heat between her legs hadn't died down any. With a quick look towards Kenickie she noticed the little interruption hadn't done much to lessen the bulge in his pants.

She ran her tongue over her upper lip and with a small smirk, murmured, "I don't know about you, but my motor is still running."

His eyes snapped to hers in surprise. He had been sure the mood had been ruined. After a moment, a slow smirk spread across his face, and his eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Yeah?"

She nodded in response. Then, taking the lapels of his jacket in her fists, she crashed her lips to his once again. As the kiss became more heated, their tongues sliding together as they melted into the passionate embrace. And, to Rizzo, the outside world had been completely forgotten. Nothing mattered more than this moment and she had a feeling nothing ever would.