~ The One I Need ~ Johlex Fanfiction ~

Charmed

His slender legs at the pace they were racing against the gravel was not working for my slow body. "Johnnie, please. You shot a guy to protect me yesterday, I think we can tell each other some secrets." He suddenly stops. "Not this kind." I grip my palm against his arm, then hold him back. "Please. Johnnie, you can tell me anything. You can trust me." His glossy blue eyes make my heart thud like a hammer against a washcloth. "Fine, Alex. I'll tell you when we get to your house." I glare at him in confusion, asking, "My house?" He comments, "Yep. You didn't think I was gonna expect you to just take me home, did you?"

Unknowing what to say, I just smile and step my way across the gravel and catch up to him. Johnnie clutches my wrist, leading down to my fingertips. Clutching on to my hand, he stops walking and holds my cheek. Kissing my opposite cheek, he leads his warm lips to mine, and we share a passionate kiss that felt like forever. His lips linger to mine like they're stuck together. He holds the back of my head to hold me properly, causing a cocktail of passion and curiousness ignite in my chest. I clutch on to his torso, as if I never wanted to leave his side.

Which I really didn't.

A small moan exits my mouth, causing Johnnie to slowly stop kissing me. He whispers gently, "What was that?" Stammering, I respond, "I, um... I don't know." His thumb lightly presses against my bottom lip, saying, "Do it again." I tuck a strand of my blue hair behind my ear, replying, "I don't think I even can." Pulling me closer to him, he grabs me by the waist with his right arm and cups my right cheek with his other hand. He questions, "What if I made you?" Before I have the chance to speak, he pushes his lips against mine, a soft touch being caressed by an earthy wind swirling around us. I stroke my hand into his soft, raven hair as he proceeds to hold me close. With one of my arms around his torso, I make another moaning sound into his mouth, obvious sign that turns him on is obvious.

"Good God, Alex." He lowers his hand to the small of my back and squeezes my side, causing me to gently giggle. I whisper, "Just because you're turning me on doesn't mean I don't have to get home." He nuzzles into my neck and slowly groans. "Fine." He tightly clutches my hand and I clutch back in response. 

After a long walk with our hands still attached, we finally find my small place. Warning him, I say, "I'm gonna have a little bit of explaining to do for my mom. She doesn't even know I've made a friend. And plus, I'm sorry if it's a little messy in there. My mom doesn't necessarily clean a lot." He gently holds my finger tips and comments, "I don't care if it's messy. I don't care if it looks like hell. I don't care as long as I'm with you." I smile and grab his hand, then lead him to my front porch. Slowly peeking in through the door, I don't see anyone in the livingroom. That's a good sign. We enter the house, Johnnie still attached to my hand. Without hesitation, I slowly pull Johnnie along with me along the hall to my bedroom. Everything is clean and organized, thank God. I throw my bag into a chair next to my bed and say to Johnnie, "This is my house. Enjoy." And then I slightly chuckle. We sit down on the bed and Johnnie kisses me again. He holds the back of my neck and whispers into my mouth, "God, you're so beautiful." I pause, gasping at his recent comment. "Say that again." He kisses my sore lips once more and repeats, "You're beautiful."

A flutter bursts into my chest, like a hummingbird thumping against a window. I smile and say, "You're the first guy that's ever said that to me." He chuckles, like he didn't believe me. "That can't be true. You've at least been complimented before." I nod and say, "I have, I just...haven't been called beautiful before." I chuckle quietly, feeling his hands lead down to my thin waist. He then gently laughs and says, "You've have...well, been with someone, haven't you?" Unknowning what to say, I just stammer and ask, "How do you mean?" He strokes a bit of his fringe back and comments, "Well, like, you've been in a relationship, haven't you? You were joking with me earlier, right?" I purse my lips and shake my head. "I was serious." 

"You've, at least, done...stuff, right?" I feel as if I know what he's talking about, but I don't. "What do you mean, Johnnie?" He puffs out a sigh from his lungs, rubs his face with one hand, and says, "Anything sexual."

I stutter, "Uh, well, um...no. No, I...I haven't. I haven't had sex or done anything...at all sexual, Johnnie. Great, now you think I'm a prude." I exhale a tired sigh and hold my head in the palms of my hands. "Wow...this hasn't happened before."

Slowly, I ask, "What hasn't happened before?" He turns his head towards me and responds, "Well, I guess you wouldn't call me a virgin since I've...well, you know, before. I've only been with two girls and...apparently they weren't virgins before we had sex." I let out an, "ahhh," in understanding. He proceeds saying, "There wasn't even anything emotional. It never meant anything. But Alex, I feel something with you. Something, like a spark. A meaningful spark. I'm not like any guy that would just say this to get into a girls pants. Believe me when I say I don't want to push you into anything you don't want to do. When our relationship gets to be something more, then it's your call." I smile as I hear his loving words. I slowly press my lips against his and close my eyes. He presses my right thigh with his left hand, making me shiver.

"I don't think you're a prude, by the way."