"Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen" Vaughn whispered as he threw pieces of popcorn into the hair of the woman a couple of rows infront of them "Fifteen. Sixteen- seriously, how is she not noticing?!"
"Because you throw like a girl, that's why." Sydney quipped, her head turning just a fraction towards him; her eyes were still glued the canvas screen before her, the flickers of light illuminating her face like some restless phantom. It had been two days since their date at Friscatti's, and the pair had taken advantage of their free Friday afternoon and gone to the cinema. They had agreed to choose the film that was showing nearest to their time of arrival, which on this occasion happened to be some blockbuster melodrama. "This is ridiculous" she tutted "there is no way he could defuse that- look! He couldn't possibly cut the yellow wire-it's a false lead, what he needs to find is the anti-static wire that runs through the plasma relay..." Vaughn eyed her, sucking on the straw of his coke.
"Well, if you don't like Hollywood's take on the spy world, why don't you go to the front of the theatre and do some nice round-house kicks and throw some punches and show everyone how its really done. Hey- if you like I could join you and we could do a little mock fight." She threw some popcorn at him trying not to laugh at the small actions that accompanied his teasing.
"Why the hell did we choose this?"
"Actually Bristow I think you'll find 'we' didn't choose it: you did"
"Ugh well, it sucks and I'm out of Milk Duds" she said pouting
"Oh-no. Don't be giving me that face Bristow. I'm outta popcorn but you don't hear me whining."
"That's because you threw it at everyone in a five row radius!"
"Minor detail" he said taking another sip "besides," he continued, "you have a nice cup of ice chips to get through yet" She looked down at the discarded drinks carton filled with the thin rectangular pieces of ice. She raised her eyebrow, an idea luxuriously creeping into her mind.
Worried about the silence sitting between the pair, Vaughn turned to her placing his lips milliseconds from her ear. "I'm sorry" he breathed, the warmth of his breath making her pleasantly shudder. She hated how he could so blatantly see the effects he had on her. She tried to ignore him, her eyes resting unfocused against the screen. He trailed his mouth downwards "What do you want to eat- are you still hungry?" she tried to emit some sort of logical, coherent response, but what tumbled from her lips was closer to a letter-less moan. She felt him smile against the softness of her neck "Tell me what you want Sydney" Vaughn whispered, pressing a kiss to her skin. She turned her head to him and they leant to kiss. At first their contact was gentle and shy, the soft flesh of their lips in tender contact; her actions were inviting, hungry for the velvet texture of his tongue. His eyes shot open realising why he could feel her smile against him. A sharp but refreshing coolness filled his mouth as she passed an ice-chip from her mouth to his. She quietly groaned as slowly and with care he passed it back, their tongues brushing momentarily. They continued this game she had created until the ice dissipated, melting into both of their mouths. They continued their kiss for several more minutes until a loud explosion jolted them from their actions. They tried to ignore the fact they had jumped from a pretend detonation from the film, the likes of which they were more than familiar with. They broke apart, watching the darkness seep from each other's eyes. They shared one small uncorrupted kiss and sat back to watch a few more minutes of the forgotten film. Sydney resting her head against Vaughn's shoulder- she liked that little flirtatious game they had played, making a mental note to use the teasingly cold substance more often. Vaughn tried to stifle the same grin he had had in the elevator of the Berlin sex club, Sydney's kinky and playful side emerging effortlessly. He loved it how she tried to act all wholesome and pure whenever they were together, as if any less than reputable thought were a thousand miles from her conscious. She was always failing to notice her own naughtier tendencies.
Sydney could feel a familiar heaviness return to her eyes, the pressure behind them alerting her of her own tiredness. She felt them falling hopelessly, not even trying to stop them. However she was quickly jolted from her premature slumber, a sensation that caused a response from every part of her. She shivered involuntarily, a cool ripple coursing through her; her core began to hum and she bit her lip, her attempt to pretend his actions were not affecting her were rendered useless. Vaughn trailed the corner of one of the ice-chips down her, following the contours as if an artist capturing an image of their model. He ran the stinging glass-like substance along her bottom lip slipping it inside her, his fingers lingering in her warmth. She sucked against them gently, if just for a second. He ran his thumb along her jaw and back to her lip applying pressure against it; Vaughn continued his trail down her neck, somehow managing to acquire another one of his frozen toys.
He watched as she writhed in silent gratification, leaving a wet, cool trail against her neck with the ice. Vaughn's fingers was travelling towards the neckline of her t-shirt; he ran the piece along the edge of the material quickly lifting it, throwing the piece down her back. Sydney jumped from her position, yelping loudly causing her to receive dirty glances from some of the other patrons. She fumbled about in vain as the cube melted leaving a small see-through patch on her back. She glared at Vaughn who was facing away from her slightly, his eyes on the screen; he bit his thumb distractedly seemingly completely oblivious to her stare. That was it, she thought as she cursed him under her breath. She added this to her list of events she needed to get him back for. She subconsciously rubbed her neck where the hickie had been, silently laughing at what her face must have been like when he pointed it out to her father.
Minutes later the lights of the theatre illuminated the couple in its cream coloured hue. They hadn't really been watching the closing moments of the film, and the gentle mummer of the small gathering around them jolted them from their thoughts. They grabbed their respective jackets from the seats either side of them, and Sydney slipping her bag over her head to rest diagonally across her body. Vaughn watched her get ready out stretching his hand; she accepted it coyly, the pair walking along the isle to the exit. They fumbled their way past some people still seated, stubbornly watching the credit as if the scrawl of white names clashing with the black of the screen was extremely interesting. The couple left the lobby of the building, the purple of the outside air a gentle surprise to them both. Sydney looked at her watch to confirm the time, as if somehow, the sky was wrong, cutting the day unnecessarily short.
Vaughn and Sydney walked slowly talking about how much they enjoyed the film, the connotations and suggestive implications seeping through their words. Something suddenly occurred to Vaughn and he stopped in between two of the hundreds of parked vehicles.
"Uh... do you remember where we parked?" he asked trying to be serious. Sydney was quiet for a second
"Are you serious?" she giggled
"Yeah" he laughed, "I have no idea where we are, I mean- we could have parked anywhere"
"Didn't you look at the letter?" he laughed at this
"Didn't you? Besides, they don't have letters Sydney, this is a cinema complex, not Disney Land"
"Whatever Goofy. The point is you lost the car"
"I did not, we did"
"Oh really?" she challenged
"Yes. Really" he said stepping up to her. She leant back against the red Ford behind her, letting him trap her between him and it. He placed his hands either side of her resting his palms against the cool of the glass. He brushed his nose against hers, teasing her with his gentle touch, Sydney however, stood her ground, not showing any exterior reaction to his movements. She closed his eyes as he began to kiss her neck once more, her head tilting, eyes closing, calling his name softly
"Vaughn..." she groaned into the night air; he made no verbal response to her half-hearted plea, instead he ran his hand along her thigh towards her hip pushing up her skirt as he went. "I-" a high pitched non-verbal utterance escaped her. She attacked his mouth with hers, her lips toying with his impatiently, desperate for him. His fingers ran a hungry path to her inner thigh, he pressed into the flimsy damp material of her panties -she bit down hard onto his lip as she had so many times before. Both were extremely aroused to the point of incoherency, as he slipped two fingers inside her, her body willingly accepting him. She moaned into him, her nails digging into his shoulder, secretly enjoying their interaction beingin such a public place. He felt her beginning to shiver due to the cold air wrapping itself around the both of them. He kissed her once, more lightly than before, placing the palms of his hands to her face. He stepped away from her, leaving her to rest against the car. Vaughn took a second to study the excited blush of her cheeks, and the way her eyes glistened for him. She smiled as did he, and he swiftly removed his sweater handing it to her.
"Vaughn I'm fine"
"I felt you shiver Syd. You're not. Put it on... please?"
"Vaughn, I told you. I'm fine. And how do you know it wasn't-"
"Different kind of shiver" he interrupted, pre-empting her argument. She smiled at him "That's not the same, I know what I feels like to have your body shake against me, and that wasn't it. You're cold" she sighed, lazily pulling it over her head.
"So now I'm all warm and cosy," she breathed "I believe we were... looking for your car" he stepped towards her once more placing his hands on her hips; she loved that about him- they way he could always lead her, without ever becoming forceful. She grabbed the buckle of his belt, yanking him towards her. Their eyes were connected as he lifted her allowing her to wrap her legs around his slender body. They leant to kiss as they backed up against car, the force of which causing a loud cry to emit from it. The alarm screeched at them, destroying the moment and making their ears scream in retaliation. The pair couldn't help but giggle- he watched her laugh in the silver illumination of the moon, the dark of the night's canvas sky making her glow. With care her untangled her legs from her waist, watching her stand gracefully. She looked at him quizzically, a smile still noticeable
"W-" she looked behind her "what?"
"You are so beautiful," he whispered shaking his head slightly. He could see her blush into the cold air around her, the soft white condensation of her breath clashing with it. He kissed her once more, one hand on her hip, the other in the roots of her dark hair.
"I love you" she said barely above a whisper
"I love you" he returned in equal volume
They heard distant voices shouting, wondering why their car was screaming bloody murder. The pair laughed once more, running away from the loud, irritating sound. It's monotony grew quieter as they continued to run, however after tripping over nothing in particular, Vaughn's ran into the hood of another car, ungracefully fell to the ground. Sydney's face was filled with worry; this disappeared seconds later however, as a deep laugh bubbled from her throat, coating the night sky with humour. He couldn't hep laugh at himself, and he laid his head back on the concrete ground.
"I found the car" he deadpanned causing her shake her head amusingly
"Only you" she laughed
"Tell me about it" Vaughn reached his hand upwards for help. He quickly took it, only to be pulled down on top of him. She giggled "Much better" he sighed
"That was too predictable"
"And yet she's still lying on the floor ladies and gentlemen"
"Vaughn" she sighed a laugh "we better get up before people begin to think I'm attacking you
"Oh yeah because that could happen" she gave him a look "ok, maybe it could, but I'm not the one stupid enough to fall for one of the oldest tricks in the book"
"Mean"
"Oh you love it"
"Shut up"
"Tease"
"Oh yeah. I'm the tease"
"Didn't see you complaining" she raised her eyebrow at his last comment. He'd got her there
"Touché" she whispered
"It always is" he replied kissing her gently