Disclaimer: I own neither of these characters, unfortunately, but I can mess around with them ;)
The movie was a complete and utter flop, half way in through the 2 and a half hour movie she was almost falling asleep and was decidedly bored. She began tracing patterns and shapes on the inside of her partners thigh, his slight change in positioning telling her she had his attention. She lifted her arm back and pushed the arm rest up, 'bloody thing' she thought 'always getting in the way.' She uncrossed her legs, aware of his eyes travelling down the length of them, and how much was displayed due to her above knee skirt riding up to mid-thigh. A quick glance showed his evident smirk as he knew she was watching him. A fight scene on the screen drew her attention away from her partner, but she soon focused back on what her partner was doing, especially as his long fingers were 'walking' up from her knee and under her skirt.
It was her turn to smirk as he discovered she wasn't wearing any underwear. She had been wearing her favourite black lace pair earlier, but he had taken them off of her and she hadn't been able to find them after their coupling. His fingers traced the length of her slit casually rubbing her clit as he found it. Her head lolled back as he applied more force before subtly shifting as thrusting her hips forwards trying to have his fingers entering her opening. Shifting forwards in his seat so his knees were at a ninety degree angle he lifted her onto his lap before settling back into his seat. Her back was resting against his chest with her legs splayed either side of his knees, her legs locking around his as he resumed his ministrations on her already swollen clit.
He plunged his long slim fingers deeply into her, curving them slightly so he could hit that one spot he knew would make her knees buckle and gasp in desire. His other hand covered her mouth dampening the groans and other sounds she made as he plunged his fingers into her pliant body. Her hips bucked and she writhed in his grasp, her breathing hot and heavy against his hand as he drew her to a peak. He thrust particularly hard inside her and she fell limp in his arms. He drew his sodden fingers out of her before wiping it on the handkerchief he carried around in his pocket.
He whispered into her ear and receiving a nod of assent carefully loosened the summer scarf from around her neck before tying it round her head. He loosened the scarf and placed it in her mouth settling it above her tongue as he re-tightened it. She knew she would have to be gagged; she was rather vocal from his ministrations.
She yelped into the scarf as he lifted her bottom up before unzipping his fly, whipping his cock out and plunging into her as deeply as he could. She rolled her hips with him inside her using the arm-rests he had pushed down to pull herself up before plunging back down onto him. They created a rhythm together her raising and rolling her hips in time to his thrusts.
She was so close, the sensations of his jeans against her bare ass and legs driving her insane as he continued to thrust into her, she came with a particularly loud groan, head thrown back as she revelled in the feelings. The flash-light on a mobile phone panned towards them as a concerned voice asked "Are you ok," her flushed face, heaving body and very obvious body position exposing what they had tried so hard to conceal.
Voice filled with humour, the person who had pointed the lights towards them mock-whispered "try over the seats next-time, the angle is better." She turned around, her attention back on the movie, she remembered the good old days.
