The front 10 0f 15 rows were full, occasional stragglers in 11 and 12, and Mary Jane happily spied a deserted section at the back of the room. Peter was taking her by hand down to 11, as close as he could get them whilst the pre features ran their course. She pulled on his arm and he stopped and turned, looking at her in the all-shadowing flashes of colour from the screen behind him.
She pouted at him, and had that sparkle in her deep green orbs that spelt trouble in the background of his mind, but humour her in the foreground. Walking backwards she kept her mischievous eye contact as they re-ascended to the 15th row, and scuffling down to the centre she found her seat to his left. The room was dark except for the vibrant flashes of the screen, slight illuminations casting shadows from every angle.
Peter stared flawlessly at the screen as MJ tried to concentrate. Damn, I left my popcorn out in the silent room she thought. Looking at him she could see he was lost in the start of the film, and she snuck away to retrieve her edibles. Whilst there she heard a commotion outside in the lobby, opening the door ever so slightly to be nosy she saw a small gang of men arguing with the blonde girl at the ticket desk. She could understand them ranting about how the movie wasn't sold out, presumably because they wanted tickets. Recognising the lead man at loggerheads as Kent she admired his tenacity, but the female employee was having none of it, and with a couple of well dressed but muscular guards making eye contact with some of Kent's friends they gave one last offensive gesture before striding off.
He always did know how to cause a scene, which was sometime amusing, other times infuriating. It depended upon which side you were on, his or theirs. Mary Jane often enjoyed the attention when he kicked off over a football tackle or something stupid, but when he went for Peter and left him with a bloodied nose she felt sick for being behind him. Speaking of Peter he must be wondering where she was. Collecting her lost popcorn she receded back to the cinema and towards her seat next to the intrigued audience member, her 'date' she thought. As she slide down the narrow gap to her seat he looked up at her and smiled, and she remembered why she had began to feel lonely away from him. It was only a short while but the all over glow that she felt around him began to fade none the less.
After 10 minutes she had nervously nibbled her food away, Peter every now and then taking the top few pieces to munch upon as he admired the various aspects of the cinematography she wouldn't really want to know about. She smirked and had an idea that was too amusing not to try at least once.
Peter heard a deep yawn, emanating from next to him. This bit is quite good he thought, look at the use of props to balance out the mise-en-scene, intriguing. Then he felt an arm drape around his shoulder, her arm, delicately resting over his neck. Breathing was becoming a luxury around her, the arm he could cope with, but her fingers where dancing over the top of his arm. His wet coat next to him he was adorned in the tight shirt his aunt had won for him, he felt a bit worried, not sure if he looked daft or not. Peter knew he wouldn't know fashion if it repeatedly introduced itself before biting him in the ass, and prayed his choice wasn't another 'victim' wardrobe choice.
Mary Jane was quickly becoming bored with seeing the pictures move, the voices drone on, it was background noise to the collapse of her restrains, the hammering of her heart against her ribs, reaching a deafening crescendo when the screen flashed adequately enough to let her take in Peter's coatless appearance. A second skin of black fibres dragged her ability to think straight kicking and screaming down the isle to places unknown, her hand was playfully dancing over his tense shoulders, and then up to the base of his neck. She registered that this member of the audience had now closed his eyes, ministrations such as these simple tickling strokes causing him to do such. Knowing that she had him melting to her nature took its course, with a helping hand from MJ's own female desire to know she had a fair amount of influence over the man she wanted.
Her soft finger ran up and down his neck as she continued to watch his face drift into a pleasurable daze, a drunken like state of absent minded addiction to her touch, her scent dripping into his brain like a relaxant. Slipping as close as she could to him in her chair a single slender finger traced the out line of his ear and she even heard the sharp intake of air as he drifted further away from reality.
"Mary…" he murmured, his eyes opening. She topped and heard the approach of the people from outside, the two guards and the blonde girl entered quietly and took seats in front and to the left of the two, Mary Jane's possessive side spitting fiery venom at the small wink thee ticket girl gave to Peter. She couldn't tell what reaction it had on him, he had 'deer in the headlights' syndrome, like being caught doing something really embarrassing. She was now officially in a mood, a small silly and selfish one, but still a huff was on her. Crossing her arms and trying to get back into the movie she hadn't really been into in the first place she started to wonder how Peter had heard the three workers coming in his state, at all in fact over the bass of the soundtrack.. It was intriguing, annoying but still intriguing.
She would just have to try and cheer herself up by think further ahead in her plot, the next destination of the night.
>>>Thank you for the reviews, your too kind! (But by all means don't stop!) Kent might appear again, depends on my mood. I am planning another fic, which will be of a more serious note, and I might leave what I had planned for him for that. See how it goes eh? Back in a bit!
