Movie Night

PYDIA DRABBLE

"No."

"What do you mean, 'no'?"

"Which part of 'no' is confusing you?"

"The part where you said no!"

This was a familiar scene on a regular Friday evening inside the old movie store of Beacon Hills; the store clerk behind the counter continued his business without looking in their direction. People milled about them, regulars who found themselves once more turning to the entertainment industry this weekend rather than going out, only the odd new person glancing at the couple curiously as their loud voices carried through the small building.

"Lydia darling I swear to you now with all of my cold, black heart…I refuse to watch that insufferable film with you one more time!" Peter was practically snarling and spitting, but Lydia was as calm as a cucumber on the outside, her figure standing with a sassy bend to her hip, one hand placed on it and her mouth set in a firm line.

"Oh? You find classic romance insufferable do you?"

"I'm a werewolf, I don't do romance. I only watched it the first time because you distracted me with your-" his eyes trailed down to her lips "feminine talents. However after the fifth time I can safely say that it won't work again."

Lydia's mouth twitched upward, she was almost amused… almost. If there was one thing she hated though was being told she couldn't have what she wanted, and Peter loved to make her work for it.

"I can withdraw all my 'talents' sweetheart, believe me."

Peter twitched "you wouldn't" he said, unconvincingly.

"Oh, I would. In fact I'm sure I could take these talents elsewhere, there are other men who will sit through a hundred showings of my favorite film just to enjoy the attentions of myself."

Peter regarded her for a moment, he knew she was bluffing but she was so darn good at it, two could play this little game. He bent slowly to her ear and said in a low and even voice "but they're all boys, and I know you prefer men Lydia."

She tried not to show the effect her body had on his proximity, her annoyance overriding her desire to press closer and sample his intoxicating presence. "Men who give me what I want, Peter, and I know what I want." She reached her hand out and pulled the DVD from the stand, pressing it firmly against his chest.

"You're going to be the death of me, woman" he growled.

She gave him a sweet smile and pecked him lightly on the mouth, lingering just long enough for him to crave more, yet short enough to keep his brain out of his pants. "I will always make it worth your while Peter, so get the damn movie."

He sauntered off, grumbling to himself and wishing not for the first time that he had fallen for a less complicated and stubborn woman than Lydia Martin. He slammed the film down onto the counter and stared the store clerk in the eyes, challenging him to say a word. "I'd like to rent The Notebook, please."