I don't really want to see this movie, but I know you do, and because you're excited and asked me with that smile you know I can't say no to, we're sitting here in the back row, teasing each other and waiting for it to start. The theater is relatively empty, though there are a few people scattered here and there.
The room darkens, and I feel something fall down the front of my top - you're throwing sweet-tarts at me already. Dork. I dig it out and shove it down the front of your pants and laugh. You tell me it's okay, because I'm just going to have to find it later. I rest my hand on your crotch, rubbing softly every once in awhile, and I feel you get slightly hard. Something about that always makes me wet because I love to know you're turned on and I shift a little in my seat. The movie's starting and you put your arm around me - thank god for movie theaters with flip-up arm rests - I cuddle closer to you.