A/N : I should change the title of this fanfiction to "Squee Spree" or "Squee Madness" or something like that. Squee Ficathon just wouldn't quite do it justice. We've got more than 30 chapters in what, 2-3days? We're on a roll, baby! And oh, this is from me ;)
Derek balanced the popcorn in one hand and a large cup of coke in another as he waited for the feel of his wife's fingers sliding down his pocket to put his wallet back where it belonged. Addison slotted it in casually, giving it to light pats before taking the box of popcorn over from him. "Yeap, it's in." she said, settling down onto the cushioned seats of the cinema. They had chosen a seat right at the bar, right towards the far end, hoping that no one would seat around them. Being tall has an advantage, especially when it came to the cinema. You can seat anywhere without the fear of being blocked, but well, that's besides the point.
The lights around dimmed, Derek slotted the cup in the space between them as he reached out to shove a handful of sweet and salted popcorn into his mouth, crunching it noisily. When is it going to start? he wondered, stealing glances over to Addison. The range of lights from the screen danced upon her face, enhancing her bone structure now and then. Derek shifted in his seat, pulling the cup out from the slot and took a gulp from it. He leaned over, stretching an arm across Addison's seat as she leaned towards him, her head laid down on his shoulder.
Soon after, the lights darkened, the only source of light in the cinema was the one emitting out from the screen. Addison placed the popcorn box on his lap as she held it steady with one hand, occasionally delivering the bits of yellow and white snackballs into her mouth, chewing it silently as the movie rolled by on the large screen. She felt his fingers moved, drawing circles on her shoulder. Addison shifted her head, snuggling against the warmth of her husband's chest.
Before she knew it, the popcorn box was taken away from her hand, placed on one of the empty seats in front of them. Engrossed in the movie, she didn't mind. But something else had to grab her attention. Derek lifted up Addison's chin, diverting her gaze away from the movie and into her eyes. She looked to him for a moment before her brows creased into a frown.
"What?" she asked, keeping her voice low in the cinema. He smiled, pulling her body closer to his. "Nothing."
Minutes later, the same thing happened, only quite different. Derek had leaned forward, forcing himself on Addison's lips. Startled and annoyed, she pulled away with a glare. But instead of backing off, Derek leaned down again, this time, pressing his lips gently on hers, parting them slowly with her tongue. She kissed back, pulling away for a small friction of a second before leaning forward, locking their lips together. His arms moved down to her back as hers moved up his thigh as silently as possible, their lips working together to build up the lust within the both of them. She ran a hand through his thick hair as he pressed her body to his. With a freehand, Derek pulled up the armrest behind him and leaned back, his wife now positioned on top of him. She peeled off her jacket and looked down, a smile spread across her face as her eyes twinkle in the dark. She straddled him, her fingers sliding down his shirt to undo the buttons.
"You sure you want to do it here?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. Derek shrugged.
"We've got a little more than an hour. We have to hurry before the lights turn back on." he said. Addison's grin grew wider at that, then exposing her husband's bare chest, she placed her palms down onto them and leaned into him.
"Promise me we'll shower later." she teased. He grabbed her by her arms and yank her to him, kissing her desperately.
"Together." he said when he pulled away. "I promise."