Ah yes, my lovely reviewers. Thank you so much for egging me on; I was planning to make this a one-shot. And no, no more songfics. I didn't like the way it turned out at all. Ugh.
PG-13 for (wonderful) limey stuff.
From Steve's point of view, to Pony's. This one will be more descriptive. Booya.
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Why are you looking at me like that? Those hard, angry brown eyes on me. You're just glarin' like you always are. I know it. You wanna strangle me, but you can't. I'm thankful Sodapop's so close when I'm around you. I'd hate to see what you'd do to me when we're alone...
I hate you, you know that? I'm not what you think; but you don't care. Your head's too far up your ass to notice, or even think again. I don't tag along; I come because Soda wants me to. Because he loves me. I'm amazed you know what love is. If you got any worse, you'd be another Dallas Winston.
Maybe if I look into my book, I can block you out. Your presence makes me uneasy; like something terrible is gonna happen. So I ignore you. I focus on the printed letters before me, and Soda's chipper humming from the next room. You can't touch me, or hurt me while he's here.
But...
Why are you touching me? I thought the only time your skin would come in contact with mine was when your fist comes in contact with my body. But no...it's gentle. Your stroking my hair, feeling the red strands slide through your fingers. I can only stare in disbelief. What are you doing? Maybe I should go help Soda...
Grabbing me before I can move again, you're kissing me. Taking away my first one. I punch you hard, pushing against you, trying to escape. You're too strong; my mouth is invaded by your tongue. I want to squeal, but am afraid you'll hurt me. So I bite you, tasting your blood. I know your grinning; and my insides turn cold. I thought you wanted me dead.
You scoop me up, covering my mouth so I can't call to Soda for help. I always knew you were bad, Steve Randle; just not evil. Evil enough to take a boy's virginity away unwillingly.
You pin me, ripping apart my clothes. Tasting me, and I can't scream for help. I'm trapped beneath you; scared and afraid. But you don't hurt me at all. Why?... You're carressing my face and body, making me shiver. I can't help but let you do as you please...maybe you, and this act, will make forget about...him...
All I know is that you moaned my name every time. And that you made sure it didn't hurt.
Why?...Do you love me?...
Steve...
Make me forget...
About...him...everything...
Please...
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Yup. Probably not going any farther than this. And for all who are confused, the 'him' Pony is referring to is Johnny...and he's hoping Steve will make him forget Johnny by...uh...deflowering him.
Geez, that was corny.
I dunno. I'm just tired. Meep.
PG-13 for (wonderful) limey stuff.
From Steve's point of view, to Pony's. This one will be more descriptive. Booya.
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Why are you looking at me like that? Those hard, angry brown eyes on me. You're just glarin' like you always are. I know it. You wanna strangle me, but you can't. I'm thankful Sodapop's so close when I'm around you. I'd hate to see what you'd do to me when we're alone...
I hate you, you know that? I'm not what you think; but you don't care. Your head's too far up your ass to notice, or even think again. I don't tag along; I come because Soda wants me to. Because he loves me. I'm amazed you know what love is. If you got any worse, you'd be another Dallas Winston.
Maybe if I look into my book, I can block you out. Your presence makes me uneasy; like something terrible is gonna happen. So I ignore you. I focus on the printed letters before me, and Soda's chipper humming from the next room. You can't touch me, or hurt me while he's here.
But...
Why are you touching me? I thought the only time your skin would come in contact with mine was when your fist comes in contact with my body. But no...it's gentle. Your stroking my hair, feeling the red strands slide through your fingers. I can only stare in disbelief. What are you doing? Maybe I should go help Soda...
Grabbing me before I can move again, you're kissing me. Taking away my first one. I punch you hard, pushing against you, trying to escape. You're too strong; my mouth is invaded by your tongue. I want to squeal, but am afraid you'll hurt me. So I bite you, tasting your blood. I know your grinning; and my insides turn cold. I thought you wanted me dead.
You scoop me up, covering my mouth so I can't call to Soda for help. I always knew you were bad, Steve Randle; just not evil. Evil enough to take a boy's virginity away unwillingly.
You pin me, ripping apart my clothes. Tasting me, and I can't scream for help. I'm trapped beneath you; scared and afraid. But you don't hurt me at all. Why?... You're carressing my face and body, making me shiver. I can't help but let you do as you please...maybe you, and this act, will make forget about...him...
All I know is that you moaned my name every time. And that you made sure it didn't hurt.
Why?...Do you love me?...
Steve...
Make me forget...
About...him...everything...
Please...
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Yup. Probably not going any farther than this. And for all who are confused, the 'him' Pony is referring to is Johnny...and he's hoping Steve will make him forget Johnny by...uh...deflowering him.
Geez, that was corny.
I dunno. I'm just tired. Meep.