"I'm telling you, there's a Japanese man in the scene." Peggy argued as she pulled her jacket on.

"No, there isn't, Peggy. I saw the movie a few days ago."

"You're wrong."

"I'm wrong? So I didn't see the movie?"

"You just don't remember what you saw." She smiled sweetly.

"Where's today's paper?" He asked, looking around the office before finding what he was looking for on the end table.

"Why?"

"We are going to the movies and I am going to prove you wrong."

"Half of that is correct." She grinned, putting the files she intended to take home down and grabbing just her purse.

"Five o'clock. We can get there in time for a seat close to the front."

"You want to sit close to the screen?"

"That's right. Because if we sit in the back…" He moved a bit closer to her, his hands resting on her hips beneath her jacket. "In the dark. Without a chaperone." He moved closer still, pushing her against the closed door. "I may not be able to control myself."

He moved close, as if he was about to kiss her. Just hovering above her lips and holding her gaze. It seemed as if the moment stretched out forever, neither daring to take a breath before Ted pulled back slightly with a smile.

"You're a tease, Ted Chaough." She murmured, before her hand found the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

This had been the routine for the past two weeks. Ever since Ted appeared in her office door one night and quietly admitted that he was speaking to a divorce attorney.

They hadn't slept together, just flirting and teasing, kissing rather fervently, heavy petting. They were working up to making love. Ted insisted on courting, keeping things old fashioned. He was in love and didn't want to rush things.

Even sitting close to the screen they couldn't manage to behave themselves.

It started out innocently enough. Peggy startled at a moment in the movie and instinctively grasped Ted's knee. Then she couldn't be bothered to move it away, instead slowly walking her fingers up his leg. Slowly grazing across his thigh, coming to a halt when she reached her target. She could hear Ted gasp softly, trying not to cry out at his surprise.

Turn about was fair game. He had been teasing her for weeks intentionally… months unintentionally.

She smiled, listening as his breathing became short and his body stiffened under her attentions. He tried with all his might to sit still but the moment her hand disappeared beneath the fabric of his trousers he had to squirm further down into the seat. She could feel the heat from his body through his boxers, bringing him closer and closer to release.

"Peggy." He managed in a soft whisper. Heeding his whimper, she slipped between the last barrier between her hand and his bare flesh.

She ventured a glimpse at his face and had to fight a grin when she saw how his eyes had been watching her the entire time. Like in her office earlier, he held her gaze, refusing to look away until her soft fingers managed to find just the right spot to trigger his climax. His eyes shut as he bit down on his hand, trying to keep as quiet as possible.

Her motions slowed, calming him down before removing her hand. With a simple smile, she rested her head on his shoulder as he refastened his fly.

"See, I was right." She whispered.

Ted was confused for a moment, blissed out on the experience she just gave him. Looking towards the screen he suddenly remembered the reason why they had come to the movies to begin with. Sure enough, there was the Japanese man.

"You were right." He smiled, pressing a kiss to her temple. "What do you win?"

"Maybe you've got an idea. We can discuss it back at your apartment?"

The lights came up far too soon for their liking and then came Megan and Don.

Peggy offered an excuse of a date and disappeared outside of the theatre, walking the block towards Ted's car. He followed shortly, the two quiet for the ride to his apartment.

"Do you think they believed us?" Peggy asked, breaking the silence.

"Don didn't seem to care, Megan seemed suspicious." Ted shrugged, hanging up their jackets as she settled onto the sofa. His apartment was small, two bedrooms so there was space for his sons when they came for the weekends. "It doesn't matter, we aren't doing anything wrong."

"I know." She nodded, relaxing as Ted took the seat next to her and pulled her feet into his lap.

"Now. I believe there was a matter of your reward for being right. Unless that knowledge is enough for you?" He smiled, his hands starting their journey up her legs.

"I think I'd like to see what you have in mind for a reward." Her laughter was Ted's new favorite sound.