Johnny wasn't sure how you came into his life. If anyone asked, it was like you just appeared and made yourself at home. In your defense, he'd never asked you to leave. It felt natural to have you around.
Your routine was simple. Get up, go to work, come home, make dinner for the two of you while chatting shit about your day while Johnny sat on the counter, and shower while he cleaned the kitchen. When Johnny was deployed, you would sometimes send him voice notes while you cooked. Something he could listen to if he ever had a moment.
He always made a moment for you.
"Listening to your sweet thing at home again?" Kyle teases as he watches Johnny hold his phone close to his ear. He didn't want to miss a single word.
"Not mine." Johnny insists quietly. "They don't belong to me, I mean." Kyle rolls his eyes with a playful scoff and light kick to his friends ankle.
"Not like that. But the two of you have been going steady for what, three years now?" Johnny pauses your voice memo since Kyle was interrupting, giving him a curious look.
"We aren't going steady... Just good friends, good enough to be roommates." Kyle's eyebrows raise in disbelief, and Johnny shrugs. "We're good friends."
"We don't cuddle. Or share meals unless necessary." Johnny rolls his eyes at that. "I'm serious, mate. You haven't asked em out?"
"Don't want to." Johnny shrugs. "I like what I have with them just fine." Kyle could tell Johnny was getting irritated by the conversation, so he dropped the subject. Johnny was uncharacteristically quiet when he got home, wrapping his arms around your shoulders when you stirred the soup for dinner.
"What's gotten you so clingy, huh?" You ask genuinely, rubbing the arms wrapped loosely around your neck.
"Are we together?" You look up at him, forehead slightly bumping his chin. "Like, are you looking for someone else, or do you just want to be with me?"
"I love you, Johnny. So much, but... I dunno, I don't want to kiss you." Johnny gasps in fake indignation and let's you go.
"Oh! That's how it is, Bonnie?" He drapes himself over the counter, making you laugh as you lower the heat on the stove. "You'd never subject yourself to kissing my ugly mug?"
"Never in a million years." You tease through chuckles as you cover the soup to simmer. "We're partners. Just, I dunno, we only cuddle and drink tea together instead of having sex." Johnny looks at you with a small smile, the idea settled nicely in his chest.
"So, you don't want to kiss me, but you want to watch movies with me for the rest of your life?"
"Yeah. I do." You pull his arm gently until he wraps them around you again. "I want to watch movies with you for the rest of my life."
