This movie was dull as hell.
That the only thought Bill had as he sat on the couch with his girlfriend of 2 years whilist watching the most boring snoozefest he'd ever seen in his life.
Mabel was wearing a pink sweater, the one he liked the best, with the shooting star on it. Her hair was up and he though she looked cute.
Currently, the two were sitting on the couch, wearing big sweaters while cuddling and drinking hot coco. Bill was enjoying himself at first, but then she put on the flim he was now forced to experience.
He'd ask her to put something else on, but it seem like she was enjoying herself. If his Star was happy, so was he. So he decided to bear with it.
That proved to be much more difficult as the film progressed.
He shifted. There were other things they could be doing right now, because really, as much as he loved her, Bill reall just wanted to do anything but watch this flim.
He gingerly began to kiss her neck, pulling her closer. Mabel giggled a bit. "What're you doing?" she asked, her voice playful.
"Conveying how much I love you."
Mabel hummed. "Don't get too frisky back there. I'm watching a movie."
Bill grunted. "Mmmhmm…"
a few more minutes pass, and Bill found himself wondering if he could divert her attention from this flim and onto him instead.
Bill reached his hands under her sweater and moved them onto her hips, his fingers just barely under the eslastic of her sweatpants. His kissed her neck a bit mre roughly, and Mabel shifted, making a small noise.
"Hey, Shootting Star," he breathed heavily into her ear, "how about we go upstairs for little while…?" he kissed her neck again as he undid her hairtie, letting it fallover her shoulder. Oh yes. She looked much better like this.
Mabel made a sound which Bill swore was a muffled moan and he smirked.
Quickly, picked her up and carried her bridal-style up to their bedroom.
Tonight just got a lot more interesting.