Something naughty. Beware. :)

Abbie and Crane found two seats on a back row that was completely empty. Three or four people sat near the front of the theater, but that was it. That was the crowd.

"Wasn't this film released last month, Leftenant?" Crane sipped his soda as movie advertisements and behind the scenes clips of upcoming films played.

"Yeah." Abbie ate some popcorn. "Which is why this month is best to see it. No crowd."

"Isn't it more exciting viewing with lots of people? You once told me that fans have watch parties for television shows like 'Scandal' and 'How to Get Away with Murder.' Doesn't the same apply for moving pictures?" His eyes met hers.

"It does, but I prefer coming to the movies when there are less people."

"What about the giddyness or spontaneity? You get to react with others and gush about the film afterwards."

Abbie didn't know why this was such a big deal to Crane. It was just a movie.

"What's this really about?" She squeezed his hand.

He sighed. "I don't know. Perhaps I want you to enjoy every moment possible while you still have the opportunity. As you know, our lives are not guaranteed. You deserve to be happy and have fun while you can, even if that means crossing items off your bucket list, as you call it."

She laughed. "I see your point. You know I want the same for you. What's on your bucket list?"

"I don't have one."

She lowered her eyebrows, chuckled. "There has to be something you want to do before you die. Again. I would love to go on a trip to an island or maybe go scubba diving, swim with sharks. You have to have at least one thing."

"Swimming with sharks would be the last adventure I put on it. That sounds rather ridiculous and dangerous."

She chewed more popcorn. "Yeah, well, life on the edge. But come on. One thing. I'll give you a moment to think."

"You're quite persistent, aren't you?" He smirked at her.

She kissed his cheek. "I'll wait."

His eyes flicked to the screen.

"It can be as boring or spontaneous as you want. It's yours, something for you."

He nodded. She snacked on more popcorn, waited for him to snap his fingers and turn to her with wide eyes.
He didn't. He shook off his coat, stood in front of her. She strained her neck to see the screen around him.

"Move, Crane. What are you doing?"
She put the popcorn in the chair next to her.

He bent to his knees. His fingers snuck up her thighs. He kissed her knee.

"What the hell are you doing?"

He unbuttoned her pants. "I'm mentally crossing this off my bucket list."

The lights dimmed. A trailer with a loud explosion filled her ears. She bit her lip as he unzipped her pants. His hands stopped around her waist.

"Would you mind permitting me to fulfill this one wish off my list?"

She lifted herself up, tugged on her pants and underwear. She scooted to the edge of her seat. He spread her legs as far as her pants around her ankles would allow. Another trailer played. It had slow dance music. Abbie leaned back, gasped once his mouth found her clit.

"Crane, maybe we shouldn't-ah." She covered her mouth with one hand while the other clenched the armchair. How was she not supposed to mutter cuss words when his tongue licked, his lips sucked, and his beard softly scrapped her sensitive folds.

"Damn it, Crane."

He chuckled; she locked her hands around the arm tighter. Shit. She pushed herself against him, but his hands held her waist. Oh, he really wanted to tease her.

"You little fucker." She quietly moaned when he sucked harder.

She wasn't even paying attention to the trailers. They sped by. She did hear them though: laughter, a scream, crying, a door slammed, a car started. Her focus was on the black ceiling above her. He stuck his tongue deeper, nudged it a bit harder, quicker. He tried to reach places she hadn't even thought possible. All of this wanted to make her scream. Luckily, no one paid them any mind.

She pushed him further into her. What was he trying to do to her? Her eyes shut. His tongue was magnificent. When she opened her eyes, she saw a couple walk in. They glanced at the chairs in front of the theater. Then they looked toward the back. They walked up the stairs. She tapped Crane's shoulder.

"Hurry up. A couple."

She wanted this to last longer. That damn couple ruined all the fun. He softly nipped her clit. She came as he removed his lips. Her breath paused in her belly; he shimmied her pants and underwear up as she throbbed and lifted herself again. The couple was almost at the top. He buttoned and zipped her pants. She thought she'd come again when she sat up in her seat. The couple halted at the top of the stairs when they saw Crane plop in his seat beside her. Abbie smiled at them. They smiled back, turned around, and went back downstairs. Crane laughed beside her.

"Fuck your bucket list." She reached for him through his pants, tightened her fingers around him. He grunted, pushed himself toward her.

He put his lips to her ear. "Fuck me instead, Leftenant."

She got to her knees