Here's 14! - Scitah
Hours later, Sally awoke to a slight ache in her arm, seeing as she never stopped running her hands through his hair, "Ow…" and as soon as she spoke, that headache flicked at the back of her head. "Shit…"
Johnny yawned, "Hmm? What's wrong?" he asked sleepily.
"My arm hurts, and so does my head…" she groaned, rolling away from Johnny just enough to grab a pillow and place it over her head to shut out the morning light.
Johnny chuckled, "All ya' had was wine an' ya got a hangover?" he teased.
She scoffed, "That wasn't just any wine! And the only drinks I've had in over a year is that cheap bear you tend to get! That wine was aged and extremely expensive… Strong even for true Italians who drink with lunch and dinner." she argued from below the pillow.
"Fuck! I wanna try it then!" he grinned.
Grabbing another pillow, seeing as how there were so damned many, Sally threw it over her shoulder at Johnny, "Shuddup!" she practically whined.
Johnny chuckled, "Huffy aren't we?" he asked and grabbed her around the waist and tugged her back to him.
She squealed lightly, "What are you doing?! It's so damned bright and my head hurts!" she groaned.
"Pickin' on ya" he grinned and kissed her again.
She sighed then buried her head under the closest pillow, "Fuck off… Unless you wanna go get me aspirin and some B12."
He slid his hand down her bck to her ass and grinned, "Aw, no, I don't think so."
She growled, "I will hurt you." she snarled lightly, in too much pain to really snarl.
"Aw" he sighed and kissed her, "Now you go t'sleep" he said.
She waved absently back at him, head under a mountain of fluffy pillows. A muffled response as she quickly lulled herself back to sleep, practically leaving Johnny to poke through her room.
Johnny, however, was too much of a bum to bother with getting up he was really warm under the blankets with her and he was ridiculously happy having her still naked pulled up to his chest.
A good two and a half hours later, Sally awoke, pain nearly gone. It was just a dull buzz behind her eyes. She un piled herself and glanced around groggily. "Mm." then stretched.
"Morning" Johnny drawled from where he lay next to her.
She glanced back at him, "I'm surprised you're not downstairs… Scarffing food…" she glanced down, "You're not even dressed… You just laid there the whole time?" she asked, surprised.
He bobbed his head, "I was damn happy" he said.
She grinned at him, "You're such a weirdo…" with a yawn, she sat up and glanced around then frowned and pulled a button off of her arm, leaving an indent, "Uh… I think this is yours… Sorry 'bout your shirt." she tried not to smile, but ended up grinning again.
Johnny took it, "Damn." he said, "Well, not like I care, but you gotta explain it t'Mom." he laughed, "I hated that shirt."
She chuckled, "I'm gonna take a shower, then we'll go to breakfast… Or lunch, which ever it is." and got up, no shame as the sheet fell away from her.
Johnny eyed her up, "Why don't ya jus' stand there and lemme look at ya'?"
Sally turned, hands on her hips, hair poofed and fluffed from sleep and sex, "Lemme know when you're done, hm? I'm not a statue."
Johnny grinned and stared at her a little longer before climbing up and lacing his fingers at the small of her back, arms around her waist, "I got an idea" he said.
She smiled down at him, hands finding his shoulders, "And that would be what? Walk around naked? Join a nudist colony?" she chuckled.
Johnny shook his head, "No. That be awful, no one's allowed t'see ya this way but me." he grinned, "No, no, my idea is we should take that shower together."
She laughed, "Oh? Are we actually gonna shower or will it be just shag in the water?"
"...I dunno." he answered honestly, "I guess I can try to control myself.."
She laughed, "Alright… Come on." she stepped back, pulling him from the bed and towards her own bathroom… Which she was highly grateful for.
After getting out of the shower Johnny tugged on his underwear and pants from the night before. Refusing anything of Dillan's.
He leaned against the door waiting for her to finish pulling clothes on. Girls wore too many clothes, he thought.
Pulling on a pair of jeans and a long sleeved white shirt, Sally readjusted her sports bra, hating underwire bras entirely, then throwing on some new gym shoes, she tied her hair back and looked at Johnny, "No shirt?" she smirked.
"Do I need one?" he sighed.
"Dillan's gonna throw a fit if you don't wear a shirt… You know it." She then shrugged as she walked over, placing her palms against his chest, "Either way, I really don't mind. But it's up to you if you want an ear full."
Johnny groaned, "But my only shirt was thoroughly destroyed last night!" he huffed.
She grinned, "I know. Just because a shirt had buttons doesn't mean it needs to always be buttoned when worn."
"I hate that shirt." he mumbled but picked it up and slid it on- remarkably two of the buttons on bottom had stayed on and that covered his stomach and part of his chest.
"If I weren't hungry, I'd destroy those two buttons right now." Sally said huskily, but moved to the door and unlocked it, "Come on."
Johnny laughed, "Oh, gee, thanks." he said following after her.
She walked backwards with a laugh, "What? I'm just bein' honest!" she called with a shrug.
"I know…" he said, "But then I'd look like some short-haired version of Fabio."
Sally made a face, "Ew… Fabio's gross looking. I like you better! I swear! If you start t'look like Fabio, we're done." she smirked, "Either that or a paper bag with holes in it."
His eyes widened, "You don't like Fabio?!" he gasped.
"Hell no. Men shouldn't have long hair… And his face is funny… He's just…" she shuddered.
Johnny thought a moment, "I dunno. I never thought about him, actually, Lola liked him though but said she didn' like his hair."
Sally chuckled, "Why? Because his looks better than hers?" and she turned to go down the stairs.
He shrugged, "I dunno.." he said and followed after her, "I got mad if she brought it up."
Releasing another chuckle, Sally shook her head, "Yeah… No need to worry… Not into them kinda boys… Err… Older men." she frowned.
Johnny chuckled too and hugged her from behind, "Okay." he said.
Smiling back at Johnny, Sally nodded, "Good."
Dillan cleared his throat, "I see you two had a fun night… All chatty and smiles and touching." Dillan grumbled, trying not to freak out.
Mary walked up, clinging to Dillan as if they were married or dating, "Oh, Dillan. Leave them alone! Lunch is getting cold."
Johnny grinned, "Well, I see my mom all over you, wha's the matter?" he asked.
Mary blushed lightly, "That's none of your business, Johnny. We won't ask about your… uh… Time with Sally, so don't ask us about it."
"No, no. I want to know. You aren't planning on getting Sally pregnant before the wedding, are you?" Dillan nearly growled.
Sally rolled her eyes and looked to Mary who did the exact same thing.
Johnny gave him a look, "Well, I'm not planning on it!" he said, "But things happen, Dillan,"
Dillan went to speak when Sally sighed loudly, "Alright! Have a pissing match when Momma and I are NOT around… Alright? I'm starving, You both are bringing my head ache back, and all I wanna do is eat some good food. Can we do that, please? Can't you two just get along, now?"
Johnny looked back at her, "Yup. No problem." he said keeping a hold on her hand and tugging her into the kitchen.
Dillan scoffed, "Fine by me. Come along, dear."
Mary and Sally sighed again, taking a seat across from one another, chatting almost instantly.
Johnny plopped next to Sally and had his arm around her waist.
Part of him, the natural male part that pre-dated civilization, back when you fought for your women, just wanted to piss off Dillan.
And he knew he was doing a good job at it!
Dillan grimaced , taking the seat at the head of the table, practically next to Mary, and gently held her hand, quirking a brow at Johnny.
Mary and Sally totally ignored the two guys, talking avidly, mostly about the pending wedding.
Johnny gave him an annoyed look but didn't say anything. He'd lose if he got too angry.
Instead he contented himself with making it obvious (to any male in the area) what was on his mind as his eyes trailed down and up her body- remembering last night.
Dillan ground his teeth together before slapping his hand on the table and leaving the room.
Sally and Mary blinked, then glanced at Johnny.
"Johnny? What did you do?" Mary asked, before standing and running after Dillan.
Sally sighed as food was served, but then ate quietly, almost inhaling the food.
Johnny didn't care if anyone was mad at him. If he didn't think Sally would bite his face off and mutilate him for the silent war they'd had he'd probably jump up and sing 'I won! I won!' because he had.
Sitting back after scarfing her food, Sally smiled in content, "Oh, thank God for food! That was fantastic." she wasn't really talking to any one.
Johnny nuzzled her neck affectionately, "Most women worry about waist lines." he told her knowing she was so active it hardly mattered.
"Most women aren't me." she laughed, shying away, "Stop that! It tickles."
"But I liiiike it!" he drawled and nipped at her collar bone, smirking .
She laughed until a throat cleared, "No more of this nonsense in my house! None!"
It was Dillan, of course, and he didn't look very pleased.
Mary was standing behind him shaking her head at Johnny. "I can't believe you were so rude to Dillan in his own home, Johnny!"
Johnny frowned, "Aw, why not?" he asked looking back at them.
He wasn't BEING rude, if Dillan couldn't handle group male dynamics, it was his fault, not Johnny's.
Of course, there was no way he'd say that to his mother- she'd probably hit him, but arguing with Dillan was another matter.
"This is my house! If you don't like it, you can get out!" Dillan growled.
"Dillan. Come on?" Sally groaned. "That's just not fair."
"Yeah? Well life isn't fair, Sally." Dillan stated.
"He doesn't want you with Mary, what the fuck's it matter?! You both don't like each other, so what!? That's no reason to get all uppity!" Sally argued.
Johnny sighed, "Okay, okay, I'll be nice." he said, looking at Dillan, "If you stop flirtin' with my mother."
Mary scoffed, "Oh, no. I don't think so! Johnny, don't you dare assume you can interfere with my love life! How dare you!" she hollered.
"I think you should leave, Johnny." Dillan said, and as soon as the words left his mouth, Sally's chair skid across the tile floor and fell to the side as she stood up.
"If you kick him out, I'm leaving too! And we have no where to go! No fucking where!" she shouted angrily.
"Your LOVE LIFE?!" Johnny shouted at Mary, "YOU PROMISED!!" he yelled at her, "YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T DO THIS!!" he motioned at Dillan.
Fuck male dynamics!
That was it he was pissed off and he didn't care right now he was so mad. How could she take this bastard's side over HIM!? Her SON!
Dillan frowned, "Don't you yell at your mother like that!"
"I don't want to be alone forever, Johnny! And you want me to be like that? Alone, unloved in the way that every woman needs?!" Mary shouted back at Johnny.
Sally shook her head, "Johnny? We have to go. We're not wanted here, any more…" she said, glaring at Dillan.
"What?" both Dillan and Mary forgot about Johnny a moment and looked to her.
Johnny looked back at Sally, "Sure." he said and grabbed her hand.
He was surging with anger- worse than when he saw Lola with Algie. Much worse.
He'd never wanted to fight someone- let alone kill a person- as much as he wanted to harm Dillan right now.
"Wait, wait! Sally? You can't leave, I forbid it!" Dillan shouted, trying to regain control of the situation.
Sally yanked her hand from Johnny as Dillan followed them, only to spin and punch Dillan in the jaw, knocking him to the ground.
"Dillan!" Mary shouted, rushing to Dillan's side, cradling his head before glaring at Sally, "What the hell is wrong with you two?!"
Sally shook her head remorsefully before dragging Johnny upstairs to grab her things and her money.
Johnny was breathing heavily, shaking with the anger, he looked at her and forced a smile, "Nice punch." he said.
She forced a smile, "Thanks." she threw on her new letterman jacket, since the old one was burned and unable to be cleaned. "Let's get the hell out of here…"
Rushing down the stairs, she ignored Mary shouting for them to wait and the sight of Dillan still on the ground, a few hired hands tending to him.
Johnny left with her, gripping her hand in his as they walked together.
"Where we gonna go?" he asked.
Sally frowned. "I don't know… I got a bit of money… We could get an apartment… Or, we could apologize to the guys and see if they're feeling up to forgiving us?" she shrugged.
"What about Eva?" he asked her.
Sally shook her head, "You wanna walk into the kitchen and see him and Vance experimenting?"
Johnny paled visibly, "No... not really.."
"So… Apartment or apologize…" she sighed, glancing down, "I'm good with either."
"...Let's try the apartment." he said, "I don' feel like gettin' another earful t'day.."
Sally nodded, "Same here." and lead the way to a decent apartment.