The lights start dimming, and then the theater is filled with the too loud previews. You take a quick look around and realize that you picked an almost deserted film. A few people are scattered among the seats. Your hand moves over and takes hers, lacing your fingers together and resting on her leg. She smiles at you briefly, hesitantly, worry already there.
She hates scary movies. You're not fond of them either, but when you asked her to go with you, you reached over and played with a blonde lock. Your finger slid over the shell of her ear, and she breathed deeply as she gave you a scolding look with those blue eyes. She gave in.
And now as the credits start, you can feel her hand tighten on yours, just slightly. Your thumb strokes her palm, and you note that it's already sweaty. You can't help but smile, before clearing your throat and focusing on the large screen in front of you.
It doesn't take long before she's jumping and gasping at every twist and turn in the film. Her free hand is covering her face in a desperate attempt to block it out. You lick your lips and lean in. Your mouth is touching her earlobe as you speak, telling her that it's not the images that make a film jumpy, that the sound does it.
She turns her head to look at you before you decide to lean in and give her the softest of kisses. Another scream from the movie makes her jump and you feel her teeth against your bottom lip. She tries to pull back and apologize, but you grasp her face in your hand and kiss her again. Deeper, harder, and it works. She doesn't jump at the next scream.
Her lips part for you and you take advantage, sweeping inside. Your tongue runs across the roof of her mouth and she makes a little noise against you. It travels from her mouth to yours, swallowed whole, never escaping.
Her thigh is warm against your hand, and you're so glad that she wore a skirt tonight. You draw little patterns on the skin there, moving higher and higher. Somewhere in the back of your mind you can hear the terrified yelling of people in the movie, but then it's gone, and all you can hear is her breathing, and the sound of your kisses.
It doesn't take much to convince Spencer to see a horror movie anymore.