Shaw slumped back into the cushy movie theater seat, glaring up at the screen. In front of her, a black-and-white movie played in French. She'd agreed to hang out with Root over Thanksgiving break and now she was starting to regret it.
Root was running late and Shaw was the only person in the theater. Before the film started, the pimple-faced teenager assigned to start the movie had walked in and looked surprised that someone was actually there. He'd mumbled something about wanting to go home early and then disappeared again.
That had been fifteen minutes ago and Shaw was thinking about going home early herself. Spreading her legs, she adjusted the pack and play she'd put on in the bathroom earlier. It had been weird to bring a backpack that only had a water bottle and a dildo, but she'd done it, wearing her favorite Rodeoh underwear. The only reason she'd accepted the "date" invitation was because she wanted to fuck Root in a theatre, and now Root wasn't here.
Shaw pushed the base of the dildo against herself. Even from the awkward angle that came from it being tucked away, the pressure felt good against her clit. The base was right against her skin, silky and firm. Licking her lips, she rocked the base against herself, deciding that even if Root stood her up, she'd get something done in this theater.
The sound of the outer door slamming shut made her sit up quickly and move her arms to the armrests. Root appeared at the bottom of the movie theater stairs. The seats blocked most of her body, but Shaw noticed that her hair was tied back in a ponytail, strands loose from running. She spotted Shaw in the back and hurried up the stairs.
As she got closer, Shaw could see that she was wearing a dress again. Relieved, Shaw pressed the base of her pack and play against herself again, the sight of Root's bare legs turning her on. Frowning, Shaw sat forward.
"It's freezing out," Shaw said as Root started down their row. "Where are your leggings?"
"They ripped," Root answered as she got closer. She dropped into the seat beside Shaw and pushed her hair from her face. "My job grabbed me with his gross, bloody hands and ripped them." She shrugged and smiled at Shaw. "I'll just buy new ones. I can afford it."
She chuckled and settled into her seat, putting her feet up on the back of the chair in front of her. Shaw ran her eyes over the length of long, soft legs, and put her hand on Root's thigh. It was cold, goosebumps brushing against Shaw's palm, and she squeezed.
"Hey," Root said, frowning slightly. She slapped Shaw's hand away. "We're here to watch a movie. Keep your hands to yourself."
"What?" Shaw put her hand on Root's thigh again. "You seriously wanted to watch this?"
Root raised a delicate eyebrow and moved Shaw's hand away. "Yes, Sameen. I happen to enjoy classic movies and culture. You should watch, too. Maybe you'd learn something."
Shaw rolled her eyes and dropped back into her chair. If all they did was watch a movie, then this really was just a date. Root turned to the screen, focusing on that instead of on Shaw. Over the past weeks, Shaw had actually started to think of Root as her friend, and she certainly liked having sex with her, but she had no interest in being a girlfriend.
If Root had wanted a real date, she should have said so. That way Shaw could have said no. Now, they were sitting next to each other in a classic movie theater, just…spending time together. Shaw wasn't going to do that.
"Root, I wore a-"
Root hushed her. "Yes, you look nice. Now, watch the movie."
Frowning, Shaw crossed her arms. She didn't look any different than usual. Jeans and a t-shirt wasn't exactly "nice," but Root wasn't paying any attention to that. As annoyed as she was at being tricked into going on a date, she was more annoyed that Root was planning to ignore her the whole time.
Deciding to get Root's attention another way, Shaw uncrossed her arms again, slumping in her seat and spreading her legs. She reached for her pack and play again, pressing the base of the strap-on against her clit. Lifting her hips to get a better angle, she ground herself against it, moaning over-dramatically.
A quiet gasp slipped from Root's lips, but she kept her eyes fixed on the screen. Shaw just looked at Root's long, lean legs and bucked her hips faster. Root was so close to her, but, for the moment, untouchable. The tease made Shaw wet and she groaned again.
Needing more control, Shaw opened her pants. She pulled out the thick, purple dildo, stroking it from base to tip. As she pulled her hand back down, she squeezed, using the motion the press it into herself. Getting into a rhythm, she closed her eyes, feeling Root's warmth next to her and picturing herself fucking Root.
The motion of the base against her clit felt amazing and Shaw slid her other hand under her shirt to squeeze her breast over her bra. It wasn't enough. Quickly pushing her bra up, Shaw cupped her breast, pinching her nipple and moaning loudly.
A hand covered hers on the dildo and Shaw opened her eyes to see Root staring at her with dark eyes. She smirked and dropped her hand. Immediately, Root took over, stroking the dildo quickly, eyes glued to Shaw's face as she moaned.
After a moment, Root took her hand away to lift the armrest between them. She climbed onto Shaw's lap, sitting on her thighs, knees resting on the chairs beside them. Taking the dildo in her hand again, she pressed it down into Shaw.
"Did you wear this for me?" Root whispered, dipping her face down to Shaw's. "You want to fuck me in a movie theater?"
Shaw nodded as she stretched her head up to press a kiss to Root's lips. "I know you've been thinking about it." She rested her hands on Root's thighs, sliding them up and under her skirt. "You've wanted me to use a strap-on since we met."
Root groaned into Shaw's mouth. "I've wanted you inside me since the first time I saw you."
She stroked the dildo between them, making sure to push the base against Shaw. Staring up at Root, Shaw moved her hands further under Root's dress, grateful that it wasn't too tight to reach under. Root lifted her hips slightly, making sure her dress wasn't tucked under her. She dipped her head to kiss Shaw.
Shaw ran her hands up Root's ribcage, digging her fingertips in and drinking in Root's moans. Root's mouth was eager against her own, nipping at Shaw's lips, tongues sliding against each other. When Shaw pushed up Root's bra, and covered her breasts with her hands, Root moaned loudly, mouth dropping open.
"How do you always feel so good?" Root asked, breathless. "Your hands drive me crazy."
Squeezing Root's breasts, Shaw tore her mouth away from Root and latched onto her neck. Root's hand on the dildo was distracting Shaw, pulling her focus to her own body and away from Root's. As she sank her teeth into Root's neck, Shaw pulled her hand away from the dildo and guided it to her breast.
She wanted Root's hands on her, too. "Touch me," she mumbled into Root's neck. "Touch me while I fuck you."
Immediately, both of Root's hands were inside Shaw's shirt, on her chest. Shaw sucked in a sharp breath and gave Root's breasts one last squeeze before dropping her hands between them. She pushed aside Root's underwear with one hand and stroked her with the other.
Root was already wet and Shaw was starting to think that she always was. Every time they hooked-up, Shaw found Root dripping at the first touch. It was great, Shaw thought, pushing two fingers inside Root. She never had to wait.
Long fingers scratched down Shaw's breasts as Root started to ride Shaw's fingers. Root's head dropped back and Shaw had to grab her as she leaned away. Her back arched into Shaw as she moved her hands behind her, grabbing Shaw's knees. She moved her hips rhythmically on Shaw's fingers.
"Fuck," Shaw grunted. She pulled her fingers out, earning a whimper from Root. "You're too much."
Shaw reached into the front pocket of her jeans, trying to pull out the small packet of lube she'd tucked away. As she did, Root unbuttoned the front of her dress. The buttons had blended in to the dress, but as she undid them, more and more of her chest was revealed until Shaw could see her belly button.
"I knew we'd end up like this," Root said, smirking. She quickly unclasped the front of her bra, revealing her small breasts. "We always do."
"Is that a bad thing?" Shaw asked. She ripped the lube open with her teeth. "Are you getting bored of me already?"
Root ran her hands over her chest, dragging her nails across her nipples. "Not yet. We'll see how this goes."
Growling, Shaw dripped lube from the packet onto the dlido and used a hand to spread it over the whole length. She watched Root touch her chest, neck and chest flushed, and stroked the dildo. Her breath quickened as she felt the base against herself.
Pulling herself together, Shaw took her hand away and wiped it on her jeans. Reaching into her other front pocket, she pulled out her switchblade, opening it with a sharp flick of her wrist. Root's hands still on her chest, staring down at the knife with guarded eyes.
"Is this when you kill me?" she asked.
Shaw snorted, rolling her eyes. "I'd fuck you before I killed you, obviously."
She lifted Root's skirt, handing Root the hem. When it was out of the way, she dragged the edge of the knife up the inside of Root's thigh. Above her, Root's breath caught, her thigh muscles twitching against the cold metal. Root's hands tightened around the hem of her dress, balling it up in white fingers.
Reaching Root's underwear, Shaw pulled it away from her skin with her free hand. She slid the knife under it and cut it, giving herself easy access. Closing the knife, she tucked it back into her pocket and grabbed Root's hips.
Guiding Root over the dildo, Shaw looked up at her, taking in Root's open mouth and lidded eyes. Root reached down to steady the dildo and took it inside her with one smooth motion. The movement pushed it against Shaw again and they both groaned at once.
Root ground herself down on the dildo, moaning as Shaw dug her fingers into her hips. She dropped her head to kiss Shaw, her hands pushing under Shaw's shirt to squeeze her breasts as she moved. Shaw swallowed Root's whimpers, grinning against her mouth.
She loved the sounds Root was making and the way her hips moved helplessly. Running her hands up Root's sides, Shaw cupped Root's breasts, brushing her fingers over hard nipples. Root's face dropped to Shaw's neck and she places sloppy kisses on the soft skin.
Shaw dropped her hands again, gripping Root's butt and using her arms to control her rhythm. Their movements drove the base of the dildo into Shaw, making her breath quicken. She wanted to let Root use her, wanted to come from Root riding her.
"You feel so good," Root breathed. "I love the way you feel inside of me."
She gasped, leaning back and putting her hands back on Shaw's knees, using them as leverage. Shaw took in the way Root's dress hung open over her chest, breasts bared to the cool movie theater air. Her neck and collarbones flushed, turning the deep red they always did during sex.
Leaning forward, Shaw took one of Root's nipples in her teeth, biting harder and harder until Root groaned in pain. She liked the way Root fucked, the way she only cared about the way she felt and what Shaw was doing to her. Shaw bucked her hips, thrusting deeper into Root and making her cry out.
Root's hands came up to wrap around Shaw's ponytail. She yanked it down, pulling Shaw's head back so she was looking up at Root. They kissed again, breathlessly and desperately.
As much as she was enjoying the way Root rode her, Shaw wanted more control. It was tempting to just let Root ride her, take what she wanted, but Shaw was getting bored of sitting still. She needed to be the one moving, the one actively making Root whimper. Shifting her grip on Root, Shaw stood from the chair, muscles straining as she moved Root with her.
Root gasped, quickly wrapping her arms around Shaw's neck. Her heels pressed into Shaw's back as she bounced herself on the dildo, not willing to stop moving, even as their positions changed. Shaw grinned and used her grip to slam Root against her.
She took a couple steps forward and rested Root on the top of a seat in the next row. Root spread her legs, wrapping one around Shaw's waist and stretching the other to brace herself against the seat they'd just vacated. Root kept her hands on Shaw's shoulders to hold herself up and Shaw moved her hands to hold Root's waist, keeping her still.
Slowly, Shaw pulled herself out of Root, watching the length of the dildo appear. She slammed it back into Root, staring at Root's face and grinning as Root cried out. Shaw started a bruising rhythm, her hips hitting against Root's every time she thrusted.
Root panted in rhythm to Shaw's thrusts, tiny gasps escaping from her open mouth. She bit her lip, eyes glued to Shaw's. Shaw crushed their mouths together, wrapping her arms around Root's back, pressing their bodies together as she thrusted.
Root pushed her chest into Shaw's, her hands clawing at the back of Shaw's neck as they kissed. Shaw sucked in air through her nose, feeling sweat start to gather on the small of her back. Being this close to Root was intoxicating and addictive. Shaw slammed her hips into Root a few more times before pulling away.
"Turn over," she ordered, yanking Root off the seat and spinning her around. "Over."
She pushed Root's back, grinning when Root happily threw herself over the seat, spreading her legs and stretching her arms to grip the armrests in front of her. Shaw tugged her pants down to her knees to get more skin-to-skin contact. Getting impatient, Root looked over her shoulder at Shaw, lips swollen and red from their kissing.
Shaw stepped forward, lifting Root's skirt and easily sliding back inside her. Shoving her hips forward, she pushed Root's into the hard back of the movie theater chair, earning her a sharp gasp. Shaw fisted her hand in Root's hair, tugging her head up, and using her grip as leverage.
She grunted as she fucked Root, the base of the dildo hitting her in a way that felt amazing. Under her, Root's groans grew louder, and she lifted herself up, grabbing the top of the seat and moving her body in time to Shaw's thrusts. Raising an arm, she reached over her shoulder to clutch at Shaw's head.
"Fuck," Root gasped, her breathing quickening. "You feel so good."
"Yeah?" Shaw grunting, dropping her hold on Root's hair to reach into the front of Root's open dress and cover her breasts with her hands. She squeezed. "Tell me you like it."
Root moaned, her eyes screwing shut. "I like it so much."
"Do you want to come?"
"Yes," Root gasped. Her head dropped forward, hair falling around her face. "Fuck."
Shaw started sliding her her hand down Root's stomach, over the front of her dress. "Ask nicely," she breathed, gathering the skirt in one hand and reaching between Root's legs with the other. She kept up the rhythm of her hips. "Do you want to come, Root? Ask nicely."
"Please," Root begged, grabbing Shaw's wrist and trying to force her hand further between her legs. "Please, let me come."
Shaw gave in, strong fingers stroking Root's clit in tight circles as she slammed into her. It only took a second to make Root come, her moan getting strangled in her throat and her grip on Shaw's wrist tightening painfully.
Shaw kept thrusting, her own stomach growing warm and the feeling of the base pushing against her clit. Root's grip relaxed and she took a few deep breaths, broken up by Shaw's hips hitting against her. She pushed backwards, making Shaw stumble back.
Turning, Root dropped to her knees, tugging down the harness. She spread Shaw's legs as best she could and leaned forward, wrapping her lips around Shaw's clit. Shaw felt unsteady on her feet, tired from thrusting and holding Root up. Groaning, Shaw tangled her hands in Root's hair to help keep her balance and stared down at the large dark eyes looking up at her.
Seeing Root on her knees like this always made Shaw feel powerful, and she bucked her hips against Root's willing mouth, holding Root in place. As she started to feel her whole body start to melt, Shaw reached forward to grab the back of the seat in front of her, taking some weight off her legs. Her other hand held Root's mouth in place. She moaned as Root's hands came up under her shirt to press against Shaw's stomach.
"You're so fucking hot," Shaw grunted, grinding herself onto Root's mouth. "I'm so close."
Root groaned into Shaw, pressing her tongue hard against her. Shaw gasped as her orgasm swept through her. Her whole body shook, hands clenching tightly into thick hair, hard enough to make Root gasp in pain and pull her mouth away. Shaw dropped back into the seat behind her, pants digging into her knees, and took a deep breath.
Pushing her hair from her face, Root grinned, looking smug and satisfied. She sat back on her heels and wiped her face. Shaw just watched lazily, leaning back in her chair. Root was still flush, a sheen of sweat spread across her chest.
"Well," Root said, brushing her hands on her dress, "I think it's safe to say that our 'thing' is public sex."
Shaw snorted. "I guess so."
She noticed a strand of Root's hair standing at an odd angle and reached out to smooth it down. Tucking it behind, Root's ear, she looked down at Root's face. She wanted to kiss her, not for sex, but just because she wanted to. The casual feeling scared her, and she just sat back instead.
"Ready to go?" Shaw asked her, pulling the dildo from her harness. She leaned forward to pull her bag out from under her seat.
Root pouted as she watched Shaw tuck the dildo away. "You know, I really wanted to see this movie."
"Too bad," Shaw chuckled. She zipped her bag shut and looked up at Root, taking in her slumped shoulders and disappointed frown. Shaw rolled her eyes. "Fine. We can download it or something and watch it in my room."
Perking up, Root grinned. She stood, buttoning her dress up quickly. "Let's go!"
Shaw sighed, but she stood up, slinging her bag over her shoulder. "I'm going to need something as payment," she said, only half-joking.
She started to zip up her pants, but Root's hands stopped her. Shaw watched as Root very slowly zipped her pants up. Their eyes met and Shaw swallowed as she saw the dangerous look in Root's eyes. A grin slowly made its way across Root's face.
"Oh," she breathed, fingers deftly buttoning the top of Shaw's pants, "you'll get a reward."
She winked and started down the aisle, heading for the exit. Shaw brushed her hair back with her hands and followed after her. It was going to be a long night.