A/N: Hi, Bash here! This is my Valentine's Day entry...except Valentine's Day was a week ago but we'll ignore that. This story is certainly one of the more humorous stories and...adult-like. Believe it or not, This isn't actually the first story I've written like this. You'll understand when you read it. I'll continue talking and wasting your time below.

Summary: "Babe, I think we both know who's stronger here," I scowled at him. "Don't call me babe," I asserted, "How would you feel if I called you Jonathan?""Hot," Johnny's eyes lit up. I gave him a confused look to which he shrugged, "What? You call me Jonathan whenever we have-," I smacked his head once again before he could finish his sentence.

Rated T for Language and Sexual Content


Valentine's Day

February 14th 2011, 5:10PM

"Come on, Wendy," Johnny whined as he wrapped his arms around my waist. He nuzzled his face into my neck. I moaned in pleasure and though I loved the feeling of his hot body against my cold shoulder, I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. I slowly slipped my free hand onto his neck and rubbed it lightly. I heard him moan then I pushed his off and walked back to my unfinished painting.

I glanced at him and saw a look on his face that looked like a mix of annoyance and confuse. I made a small smile before turning back and continued my painting. I heard Johnny sigh from behind and the stool waddled when he sat on it. My smile extended as I peaceful did my oil painting.

The project was simple. Ms. Angela wanted us to paint our representation of life. My painting showed a garden with wilting leaves and flowers, stone paths on a bright, cloudy day with a couple strolling hand in hand. It was due on Monday. Unfortunately, Johnny was just being a pest.

"Is that us?" He whispered in my ear. I squeaked, surprise by his voice. I scowled once I heard him snicker. To shut him up, I smacked some black paint onto his face. The dark paint covered his cheek, some hair and his ear. This time, I was the one to snicker and he scowled. If only I was more careful I wouldn't have found myself pinned down, shrieking at him to stop. I saw the crazed glint in his eye and my eyes were filled with tears.

"Stop it! Please stop!" I screamed through breaths, trying to push him off but it was useless. Despite his lanky and skinny size, he was strong. All he did was laughed as his hands roamed around my body and coming to area where man shouldn't touch, "Not there! Johnny!" I finally had enough. With a leg, I kicked him hard between his legs. His breath stopped short, his hands left my body and almost animatedly, he fell down to his side before whining once again.

"My crotch! Now, I can't make any mini-Johnnies!" He droned, holding his crotch. I rolled my eyes as I stood up. I patted off imaginary dust off me, "Did you have to kick me? All I did was tickle you"

"You know I'm ticklish. Don't tickle me," I insisted. I crouched down and looked at him. I looked at him with curious green eyes to his intense blue eyes. I saw a little smile before I flicked his nose. He squinted and scowled.

"You know, girlfriends like you are called abusive," He teased, slowly sitting up. "You're lucky you have someone like me who's awesomely romantic,"

I raised an eyebrow, "I don't think being pinned down to the floor is exactly romantic" Johnny stood up slowly before flashing a pose, pulling his hair over his face with one hand on hip.

"Well, at least you got yourself a boyfriend with ridiculously handsome looks with great charm, excellent smile and amazing charm and…" He continued to praise himself. I ignored most of it and went back to my painting. While I painted, I counted the minutes before he noticed I wasn't listening. It was roughly seven minutes and forty-two seconds.

Johnny was a handsome college student with shaggy, fiery red hair, intense blue eyes and sun-kissed skin. I had dyed pink hair, green eyes and pale skin. Our mutual friends liked to call us, Red and Pinky as our couple name. We would promptly shout at them in anger.

"Aren't you listening?" He asked. I shook my head.

"Nope," I answered, popping the 'p.' I heard him mutter curse words before he sat down. I continued to paint while he listened to his iPod, strumming on his imaginary guitar. I was satisfied and before I knew it, I was done. I smiled but continued to add more detail just to annoy Johnny. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him ogle the picture. All that escaped from his lips was, 'wow.'

"No one's naked," I told him when I turned my head. He rolled his eyes. I wonder if he knew I was joking.

"I know that," he retorted before smiling. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek, glanced at the painting before turning back to me, "It's beautiful," I raised an eyebrow. This was not Johnny.

"What do you want from me?" I eyed him. His mouth gaped as if I accused him of something wrong. He pointed an accusing finger at me and his other hand was placed on his chest.

"How can you accuse me of such things?" he inquired rather loudly. He sounded hurt but I ignored this, "I do not want anything from you! That's just disgusting," I rolled my eyes.

"Stop whining," I told him, "I was just kidding," I put a dot of red paint on his nose. While he tried to rub it off, I put my art supplies back into place. I was almost done when Johnny called me.

"I can't get it off," he heard him say bluntly. I ignored him until I put all my things into place. I turned myself around to see him. When I looked up, I couldn't help but laugh. His whole nose was covered in red paint, he didn't look happy.

"You look like Rudolph!" I said between my short breaths. Once again, I regret to open my eyes because without me noticing, he took out one of my oil paint and threw a handful of it to me. Dark red paint that looked suspiciously like blood was on my face and clothes. He started a fit of snorts before bursting out. I scowled at him, taking out pink paint and throwing him a handful to him. His jaw dropped, staring at his designer clothes now covered in pink paint.

"This was Dolce & Gabbana!" He pointed at his jeans. I snickered and he scowled. He took a handful of blue paint and thus, our fight had begun.

All I can say is the words of a teenager, it was epic. Paint splattered on my walls, floor, our clothes and our faces but for a reason I shall not tell, we ended our fight on the floor.

I straddled him by his hips and pinned his hands. He gave a naughty smirk and a suggestive wink, "I always knew you were the type who goes on top but I never knew you were the-," he didn't finish his sentence since I smacked him on the head. He squinted.

"Domestic Abuse," he muttered under his breath. I rolled my eyes.

"You're just poignant because a girl's got you down," I mocked him. I wondered to myself if he knew what poignant meant.

He did nothing but lay on the floor with a raised eyebrow. My green eyes stared at his blue eyes, "Babe, I think we both know who's stronger here," I scowled at him.

"Don't call me babe," I asserted, "How would you feel if I called you Jonathan?"

"Hot," Johnny's eyes lit up. I gave him a confused look to which he shrugged, "What? You call me Jonathan whenever we have-," I smacked his head once again before he could finish his sentence.

"Ow!" he yelled. I shouldn't have done that because I found myself being lifted by hips and slammed onto the wall. I was pinned by Johnny. A menacing look was on his face, "Stop doing that! It hurts a lot!" His bulk hands were held me firmly by my waist. My legs couldn't move. They were pressed against the wall and Johnny's.

Johnny and I were eye-to-eye as he lifted me to his stature. He was a head taller than me and I could see the madness in his bright, blue eyes. We stayed like that for moments as he slowly calmed down. I never saw him so...hot and bothered. Without thinking, I grabbed a fistful of his hair and crashed my lips to his for a kiss.

His body stumbled, finding his balance before he pressed my back on the wall once again. I sense in confusion for only half a second but he didn't seem to mind. He gave in with a fiery, hot yet passionate kiss. I closed my eyes as I felt the sensual feeling of his hot breath. My back was against the wall but my legs were straddling his waist. He slipped his tongue into my mouth. Our tongue battled fiercely and he won. His tongue roamed my mouth and I moaned in pleasure. My fingers were tangled in his now messy red hair while his hand was on the back of my head while the other was on my hip, dangerously close to my buttocks. We both didn't seem to mind about the paint on our faces.

"Don't you think if this gets any further we should take it in bed?" I asked between kisses. He responded by sliding his hand under my shirt. I moaned when I felt his hot hand against my cold body.

"Shut up Wendy," Johnny commanded before he pushed us onto the floor. The fall was cushioned by Johnny's hand. He straddled me and my hands were pinned above my head by his free hand. Like a vampire, he started to suck on my neck and I moaned again when he touched a soft spot. I heard him snicker. His other hand roamed around my chest. He found a way to unhook my bra between my breasts. My hands were wrapped around his neck.

My relationship with Johnny was never stable. We couldn't stop fighting about anything and yet that was one of my favorite things about the relationship. It wouldn't be us if we were just perfectly loving and cheerful. That wouldn't be us. Our personalities clashed together head-to-head with pitchforks and knives. We were bitter enemies but the feeling overcame me. We abused each other verbally and at times, physically but I wasn't going to back out from it any day. Valentine's Day was never a special day for Johnny and I. We both agreed we would do the exact same things on Valentine's Day. This one was no different.


A/N: Did you read it? Was it good? Good now I can continue. Ew! Ew! Ew! That was going on my head when I wrote the some certain parts for obvious reasons. Honestly, This is really icky in my opinion. I'm never good at writing Romance stuff. My writing has always been horror or comfort. Romance was a backseat since at my age, I clearly don't need to think about my hormones.

Valentine's Day was inspired by my curiousity about couples in those type of abusive relationships. I wanted to take it light-hearted so instead of the angsty fiction stories in FictionPress, I decided to do the happy and eccentric side of the realtionship where both people knew but are quite satisfied with it. Johnny and Wendy are definitely one of the more 'physical' and amusing couples I've written about as both are different but you can't tell because this story is too short.

As for Valentine's Day itself, All I did was buy chocolate and giving it to my friends after school and the next day more chocolate. So to my friend reading this; I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! IT COST 10 BUCKS!

Anyway, I hope you had a lovely Valentine's Day and I would gladly read them in your reviews.

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