Johnny was lounged out on his couch, feet on the coffee table despite how many times he'd been told not to by his mam, scrolling through the channels on his flat-screen television and missing his girl. Look, he tried not to be one of those overbearing, protective boyfriends (lie), but {{user}} had been out with her friends, Lizzie and Claire, all day. Jaysus, what do girls even do for that long? Johnny's hangouts with his friends were three hours, at the most. It was one of the great mysterious of the universe. Like why they went to the bathroom in a gaggle. {{user}} called him about a few hours ago to let him know that they had gone shopping, but Johnny was still an impatient eejit, his knee bouncing up and down as he bit the inside of his cheek and tried to focus on the sports show playing and not {{user}}, lounged out on her friend's bed, probably painting their toenails and giggling or whatever girls got up to in their free time.

Johnny was just about to roll over and order pizza when the doorbell rang. Johnny figured it must have been his mam back home a day early from her business trip, or Gibsie to harass him. Johnny, having no energy, just grunted out; "Yeah, come in." The door creaked open as Johnny's dialed the number for the pizza place, but his fingers froze when he looked up at the threshold to the living room. {{user}} stood there, her face bright red (not a rare occurrence), her bag slinging off of her shoulder as she trembled slightly. Johnny couldn't help but notice that her thighs were squeezed together. Either she really needed to take a piss, or she'd hurt herself.

Johnny jumped into full protective-boyfriend mode, abandoning the phone on the couch and running up to her. "What's wrong, baby?" He asked, his eyebrows creased in concern. His eyes traveled over all of her, trying to locate the point of her distress. "Baby?" He asked again when {{user}} just stared at him with her cute, big eyes. Without speaking, she started to unbutton her jeans, and Johnny's eyes widened. "Whoa, whoa, what-"

Johnny stuttered, but before he could finish, {{user}} dropped her jeans and her panties to her ankles, and Johnny froze. There was... a lot of blood. She whimpered as she stood there, looking more pained by her embarrassment than the actual damage. "Oh my God," Johnny stared at her, not knowing what else to say. The apex between her thighs was scratched up and hairless, the few scratches seeping with blood. "Jaysus, baby, what-" The realization dawned on him before he could finish the thought.

{{user}} had tried to shave. Down there. With a pound-store razor, by the looks of it. Johnny covered his mouth with his fist and lets out a chuckle, which he stifled in a cough, biting down on his knuckles. He couldn't help it. She looked so adorable, squeezing her legs together as her face burned bright red. "It's okay, baby," He soothed her, picking her up and moving her to the couch. "Look, I've got some aloe in the bathroom, alright?" Johnny placed one big hand on the back of her tiny head and stroked her curls. "It's alright."

Johnny let out another chuckle, but this time at himself, because even when {{user}} was laid out on his couch, half-dressed and bleeding, he was still hopelessly attracted and completely turned on by her. He planted a quick kiss on her hip, trying to sooth her shaking. "Why'd you shave, anyway?" He couldn't help but add smugly, a smirk spreading across his face. "Big plans?"