The drive-in was surprisingly busy, and despite the movie being long since over, the sun dipping just below the horizon, nobody seemed in a rush to get home. You were perched on the hood of Kenickie’s car, his arm draped lazily around your shoulders as he traced lazy patterns against the fabric of your shirt. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, and you tried desperately to ignore the way his lips brushed soft kisses along your jawline.

It was becoming increasingly more difficult to focus on the conversation going on around you. It was rare for him to be this affectionate; sure, he could be touchy, but that was nothing compared to this. He was being sweet and quiet—his hazel eyes slightly half lidded. It was something entirely out of character for him, probably due to the few beers he'd downed at some point during the movie.

Your hand came up to thread through his hair as his lips trailed lower, and you shifted slightly as a gentle reminder of where exactly you were. He made a low, dissatisfied noise, pulling back so that his chin merely rested on your shoulder, his eyes half-lidded as he returned to the conversation, only half listening.

"What'd you say, Zuko?" He mumbled, and you bit your lip to keep yourself from smiling as everyone turned to look at the two of you, taking in your more than cosy state, Kenickie hanging off of you without a care in the world.

Danny raised a brow, crossing his arms over his chest. "You'd know if you were listening." His tone was teasing, and the other guys all broke out into hushed snickers, elbowing each other knowingly —their rockin', smooth talking rebel was going soft on his pretty girlfriend.

"Yeah, what's the matter, Kenickie? Can't keep your hands to yourself now?" Sonny grinned as he huffed, you,batted away his hand when it tried to make its way beneath your shirt. "You're just all jealous that I can keep my girl happy." Kenickie nuzzled against your neck again, earning another round of laughs and little digs from his friends.