Boom!
Cra – ack!
Boom! Boom! Cra – ack!
I stare up at the darkening sky in dismay. I knew it! I damn well knew it! I
told him this would happen, but did he pay any mind to my words of wisdom?
Oh no! He just kissed me and told me to live dangerously, and like the love-besotted fool
that I am, I caved and went with him.
My plan for our rare day off had been to spend all day in bed with my lover.
Lots of snuggling and other not so innocent activities going on until the wee
hours of tomorrow morning. Why didn't we stick to my plan?!
But we didn't, and now we're running like madmen for cover from one of the worst
storms I've ever seen. It's not just wet, either, it's cold, the blasted wind not
helping matters, and within seconds, we're both thoroughly drenched.
Not that it seems to slow Vin down in the slightest. He's laughing, damn
him, like this is some kind of grand adventure. I growl low, but just before I really let him
have it, he grabs my wrist and tugs me into the lobby of a nearby building. After I
shake the water from my eyes, I look around and groan. We're in a movie cineplex. The
last place I wanted to be on our day off.
But Vin has already bounced – the man has clearly been spending too much time
with JD lately – over to the ticket counter, and I know we're going to be here awhile.
Shaking my head in defeat, I settle for glaring at the back of his head while he talks
animatedly to the bored-looking girl behind the counter. Well, she was bored-looking
until Vin walked over. Then she perked right up, and I don't have to be within hearing
distance to know they're flirting. The slightly predatory look in her eyes gives them
away.
I see green, and it's all I can do to keep myself from dragging Vin away from the
shameless tart. I just barely manage it. I know it's stupid to act like this. Vin has proven
time and again that it's me he's devoted to. He was the one to first admit to
this love of ours – to himself, to me, to anyone who cared to ask. Hiding what we feel for
each other was never part of Vin's plan, and that alone should convince me as to how
committed he is to us.
But . . . he's young and talented and so good-looking and he's got his whole life
ahead of him. What the hell he's doing with me is something I'll never understand. No
matter how many times the dear man has tried to explain it to me. I shiver from more
than cold and wrap my arms tighter around my chest.
Just when I'm about to lose myself in one of my black, insecure moods, Vin turns
back to me. My hands fall loosely to my sides, and I momentarily forget how to breathe.
He's still as bedraggled as a drowned cat, what with his hair all plastered to his skull and
his rumpled clothing clinging wetly to his body and all. There's a growing puddle on the
tile at his feet, too . . . and he's simply the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. Because
his eyes are fixed softly on mine, and the small, secretive smile shaping his mouth is one
he reserves for me only. It's an "I love you" without words, and that one simple gesture
is all it takes to banish the shadows of self-doubt back to where they belong.
For now, anyway.
Suddenly uncaring of who may be watching, I reach out for him. Vin is in my arms
so quickly that I stumble back a few steps from the impact, my embrace tightening
instinctively to keep us both on our feet. Vin wriggles a bit, making himself more
comfortable against me, and I can't help but grin at his brazenness. Feeling a bit brazen
myself, I take his mouth in a kiss that leaves no doubt as to the nature of our relationship.
He returns the kiss with interest then slips out of my arms as quickly as he got into them
while I'm so pleasantly distracted.
Laughing delightedly, Vin waves our tickets at me with one hand and jabs the thumb
of the other towards the theatre our show is playing in. I accept his challenge and mock
lunge for him, my fingers barely grazing his sleeve before he bolts in the directions of
Theatre 4. I shake my head in fond amusement and follow after him a bit more slowly. I
don't know what's gotten into my lover today, but I sure as hell intend to enjoy it for all
it's worth.
Vin is waiting for me outside the door and asks me to shut my eyes. I'm not sure I
trust that look of mischief on his face, but when it's replaced by the puppy-dog look – he
really needs to stop spending so much time with JD – I know I'm beat. I
reluctantly close my eyes and let myself be led into the theatre.
The show is already playing, but I'm concentrating too hard on not falling over to
place the movie. We don't go very far inside before Vin directs me to sit. Only after
we've both settled down does he let me open my eyes.
I automatically squint in the direction of the screen, and I don't know whether to
laugh or strangle him. I had made the mistake of drunkenly confessing to Buck one night
that I had liked "The Goonies" while growing up. To be honest, I had enjoyed that film
immensely, especially the character of Data, with all his gadgets and devices. Since my
confession, however, Vin and the others had mercilessly bombarded me with every 80s
flick from "The Breakfast Club" to "Mannequin." And now my lover, my better half, the
light of my life, has somehow managed to find a theatre playing "Bill and Ted's
Excellent Adventure."
In the middle of a thunderstorm.
When I could be home in a nice, warm, dry, bed.
I smell a set-up. And once I figure out who was all
involved, heads will roll.
I turn my head to glare a promise of retribution at
Vin only to find him busy lifting the armrest that
separates our two seats. He shoots me a cheeky grin
as he kicks off his sopping shoes and socks and curls
his legs up underneath himself comfortably. Then he
casually lifts my arm and puts it over his shoulder
and snuggles into my side for all the world like we're
on our couch back home. I would protest, but it is
nice, in a squishy kind of way, and he is
effectively keeping that half of my body warm.
What the hell. There's only a handful of other patrons watching this dreadful film,
we're in the back row, and nobody is paying us any mind. I slip out of my own footwear
and scrunch down into my seat. Pulling Vin close enough that he's practically
sprawled across my lap, I sigh in satisfaction and settle in to watch the movie.
We get through another ten minutes peaceably before Vin puts Phase II of his
nefarious scheme into action. It starts out innocently, a simple, light stroking up
and down the arm I've hooked around his waist. It then progresses over my arm to my
chest, his wicked, wicked fingers teasing sensitive flesh puckered from more than cold by
now. I have to clamp my jaw down hard over a moan when his hand moves lower to
graze softly against my belly. There might not be many people in the theatre with us, but
I'm a rather vocal person in these kinds of situations, and I have no desire to become the
feature presentation. Vin laughs low against my throat and presses nibbling little
kisses along the tense muscles of my neck.
He continues on like that for the rest of the movie. It's a good thing I really don't
give a damn about Bill and Ted's adventure because despite the fact that I stare straight at
the screen the entire time, my attention is firmly focused on the torment that Vin showers
upon me. I don't dare make a move to stop him because if I do, I won't be able to keep
my hands off him. Which would defeat the all of the anti-peep show sentiments I have.
And he knows it, too. Oooh, when I get the little devil home . . . erk, oh God, please,
Vin, mercy, please . . .
No! Where are you going? Oh. The lights have come up. I guess that means the show
is over, and we have to leave now. Only I'm not too sure I can actually get up at this
point, he's got me so bothered. Well, at the very least, I'm not cold anymore.
Groaning, I somehow manage to get my shoes and socks back on and take the hand
he extends to lever myself to my feet. The motion brings my body flush against his, and I
feel a telltale hardness pressing against my hip. Hmph. It's nice to know that I'm not the
only one affected by the imp's actions.
For which he will suffer . . .
We leave the theatre and walk straight into cloudless sunshine. It would figure.
As we clear the doors, Vin leans in close and whispers into my ear, "So, you ready
for that bed yet?" He halfway down the block before my brain translates exactly what it is
he said.
Arrrgh! I'm going to kill him! They'll never find his sneaky, conniving corpse when
I'm through with him!
The End
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