Neither one of them was able to truly focus on the now beginning movie, glancing at each other was far more interesting than the long list of opening credits that scrolled across the large silver screen. Emmalin bit her lip as she watched Jeremy shrug of his thin dark blue jacket. The soldier turned his head to glance at her, catching her staring. The seventeen year old looked away, embarrassed to be caught in the act of watching him.
She could feel the warmth radiating from his body, like warm fluent waves of sunshine. The brunette resisted the desire to tear up the armrest separating them and throw herself against that warm body, a body that she knew was fantastically muscled and perfect for cuddling. The Army Brat promised her mother she would behave, Claudia Joy had insisted that Emmalin not do anything she wouldn't do herself. But would her mother really frown upon a small bout of purely innocent cuddling? It wasn't like she was going to let him hit second or anything, so she decided that cuddling on a first date was perfectly lady-like.
Emmalin gently lifted the hard, solid armrest regaining the Army Private's attention in the process. Gingerly she scooted closer to that lavish body heat of his. The seventeen year old gently snuggled into his chest, her legs resting neatly across her seat.
"I'm not much of a cuddler, baby. Guess I could make an exception for you though." Jeremy's deep voice whispered against the shell of her ear, he gently pulled her into his lap wrapping his arms securely around her waist. The darkness of the movie theatre shrouding the couple from any eyes that might be prying, but the light from the screen made them risible to each other.
"Mmmh. Baby?" Emmalin giggled softly, trying not to disrupt the other movie goers. She sweetly kissed his cheek. Her hands running up his chest, feeling the familiar muscles move beneath her fingertips. She loved the feeling of his arms around her, protecting her.
"You don't like it?" Jeremy asked, stroking her rose-colored cheek.
"I do, you've just never called me baby before is all." Emmalin smiled, leaving a soft trail of kisses down Private Sherwood's neck. His arms tightened around her, pulling her soft body flush against his chest. She felt so safe in his arms, neither uncomfortable with this new closeness.
"You're freezing, baby." He whispered, pulling his discarded jacket loosely over the girl's shoulders. His hands tangled themselves through her chocolate tresses.
"Warm me up, Jeremy." Her soft lips brushing his lovingly. Emmalin deeply inhaled his masculine sandalwood smell, he was intoxicating. The Army Brat had never done drugs but she imagined it must be something like this, a deep never ceasing need.
"Take the hair thing off." The nineteen year old smirked, resisting the heavy urge for lip contact. He stroked her cheek softly. Emmalin assumed the 'hair thing' he was referring to was her headband, she quietly slide it off, releasing her bangs. His hand immediately went up to tangle in the shiny hair, now free of the plastic holder.
"Kiss me. I know you want to. Who care's how old I am?" Her full rosy lips claimed his again.
"What would your mom say?" He chuckled, kissing her smooth forehead. He buried himself in her hair, breathing in her sweet lavender scent. He gently laid a kiss across her cheek. She told him kissing her on the lips didn't count, he personally thought they did but he was willing to follow her train of thinking on this matter.
"That both of your hands better stay where she can see them, Private." Emmalin laughed, giving the best impersonation of her mother that she could. She wished he'd kiss her. None of her past boyfriend's hesitated to kiss her like this, she hesitated to let them though. All the times her ex-boyfriends tried to touch her had been uncomfortable and sometimes just downright unpleasant. Jeremy didn't make her uncomfortable, all of his touches left scorching trails of sparks on her, like lightening dancing lightly across the Army Brat's skin. The light feel of his lips against her cheek or forehead felt like fiery embers, but in a pleasant way, leaving her breathless.
"And she'd let me kiss her under age daughter?" He teased.
"If it made her under age daughter really happy."
"And the General?"
"Well…we…we just won't tell him. Mom and I would just 'forget' to mention that part."
"How many guys have you kissed, baby?" He asked, dark brown eyes with green and gold flecks looked down into her amber ones. She seemed so innocent, he figured that all her experience with the opposite sex was pretty limited. It honestly didn't matter to him who Emmalin had kissed in the past but he wondered why she wasn't all that experienced, she was a pretty girl and boys generally liked to kiss pretty girls.
"Umm…promise to not poke fun? And you have tell me how many girls you've kissed?" Emmalin blushed, knowing that he'd kissed at least three times as many people as she had. She hated to come off as the little innocent goody-too shoes.
"Promise…and I have no idea, I stopped counting." He chuckled, pulling her head to rest under his chin.
Biting her lip and blushing she said, "Two…who was your first." She wrapped her arms around his neck, stroking his dark buzz cut gently with one dainty hand.
"Two? I was in kindergarten and her name was Maria, she didn't speak English but she liked boys a lot." Jeremy said, kissing the brunette's forehead.
"Kindergarten?" Emmalin giggled, kissing up the soldier's jaw. She began to leave a dark hickey against the Army Private's skin, she'd left one on him before and it was her first. The Army Brat knew he liked her little touches. Jeremy didn't mind her exploring him, he was slow to taking all the emotional affection she offered but he now accepted that as much as the physical. Emmalin had been a great comfort to him after his suicide attempt, an emotional companion. She frequently soothed him, and he'd never had that kind of relationship with anyone before, Jeremy normally hated being comforted. It made him feel coddled and babied, something he surely inherited from his father.
"Yeah. You've had more than two boyfriends right? And you didn't let them kiss you?" He kissed her forehead. The soldier quickly relaxed when her arms wrapped around his torso, easing all tension in his body.
"Mmm-huh. I didn't like them touching me. I didn't like the two who kissed me touching me either. It made me uncomfortable." Emmalin admitted, stroking Jeremy's hair softly, kissing his forehead. It had never occurred to either before now but it dawned on them that to all onlookers they probably seemed extremely intimate. And in a way they sort of were.
"And I don't make you uncomfortable, baby?" Grinning he twirled dark strands around his finger gently.
"No. You make me feel safe. I like how strong you are." Emmalin blushed, burying herself deeper into Jeremy's chest, gripping his broad shoulders.
"Your last boyfriend was a soldier, he must've been strong too." Private Sherwood raised a brow at her confession, smoothing the hair from her forehead.
"Logan was an asshole. And I never had romantic feelings for him, there just wasn't sparks." She frowned, Logan was only a tool to forget Jeremy way back when. She didn't think she could be with her dead sister's ex-boyfriend.
"Why run away with him, baby?" He kissed her softly on the cheek.
"I didn't want to move. I never liked him that way though. He was my penpal and friend, but he just…wasn't special to me. I loved him but I wasn't in love with him." Emmalin quoted the words Jeremy had previously used to describe her sister. All Logan Atwater would ever hope to be to her was a dear friend.
"You almost married him."
"He threatened to leave me on the side of the road. And then he left me stranded miles from home in a hotel room in Dillon, once he realized marrying me would ruin his military career. I never would've gone through with it… I liked you before him…and during him." She reluctantly disclosed the last part, not sure if that was the type of thing she should be telling the object of her affection.
"You liked me then? Why didn't you ever say anything?" He chuckled, surprised by her lighthearted confession. She hinted before that she'd had feeling for him for a long time, but he hadn't realized it had been that long.
"You give me sparks. And what was I supposed to say? I broke down at your bedside if you recall and that was sorta my giant profound announcement."
"And you'd let me kiss you?"
"I'd even let you tongue me."
"Mmmh. Baby likes tongue, huh?" Jeremy teased, hiking his jacket tighter around Emmalin.
"Baby would like your tongue. Didn't like Logan's all that much." Emmalin laughed, kissing the corner of his mouth.
"I'm not supposed to kiss you." He traced her full bottom lip with his rough, calloused thumb.
"It's just a kiss, it's not like you're stealing my virginity or anything." Emmalin left another purple hickey on the soldier's collar. She was liking all the newfound touches he had allowed her in the month they'd been seeing each other.
"Kissing is sex for the lips."
"Then what's frenching?"
"Really naughty tongue sex."
"You make it sound dirty."
"I would almost be taking your tongue's virginity, and Mama Holden wouldn't like that."
"She'd understand. She let me go out with you, she can't just expect you not to kiss me."
"I've never waited so long to kiss a girlfriend, or a girl in general…it's kinda driving me insane." He'd never specified their relationship before, Jeremy and Emmalin had been seeing each other monogamously but had never declared anything. She knew him well enough to know that he was basically asking her to go to be his girlfriend.
"Oh, I'm your girlfriend now, huh? Then kiss me."
"You wanna go steady? I guess I could kiss then. I'm old enough to go to war and old enough to (illegally) drink, so I really can't be faulted for kissing my girlfriend." She nodded eagerly, pleased that he was finally asking her.
Jeremy leaned in close to Emmalin and left a feather soft kiss against her smooth, full lips, lingering only seconds before pulling away. It was the first time he had ever really kissed the Army Brat, and it was as amazing as they both had always assumed it would be. He was sick of fighting the urge to kiss her, so he caved. He was learning that a little self-indulgence was okay, emotionally and physically. Kissing had never been so breathtaking before, no girl had ever had this kind of toll on him.
"There. That was technically molesting you." smirked Jeremy.
"Mmm. Assault me some more." Emmalin replied, her lips inches from his. She leaned in and kissed him, pleased when she felt him respond. Gently she felt his tongue trace her bottom lip, asking for entrance to her wet cavern. The seventeen year old quickly obliged, feeling his smooth tongue dance with hers. She was still relatively new to kissing but he gently guided her with his tongue, swiftly showing her the ropes to their fervent kissing. Jeremy's warm tongue tangled with her's, their kiss getting more heated until he pulled away ,both of them in need of air.
"I'm sick of pushing you away. Not kissing you was getting too hard." The soldier whispered inches away from Emmalin's now faintly bruised lips.
"You're a great kisser. And you can do some really, really fun things with that tongue." Emmalin smiled, her hand cupping his cheek. Happiness evident through her eyes.
"Never had a girl walk away unhappy…yet."
"Best kiss I've ever had, but don't let that go to your head, because before you, I'd never had anything too good."
The lights of the movie theatre flickered on, illuminating the previously dark room. The teens looked up at the screen to see the end credits, they had missed the whole movie. Emmalin slid her arms into the sleeves of Jeremy's jacket as they stood, tugging the zipper up to compensate for the now missing body heat she had been absorbing from the soldier.
"I just spent fifteen buck to kiss you in a dark room." He chuckled, gripping her hand as they walked down illuminated hall, out of the theatre.
"I still think it was pretty worth it. Now we can go back and kiss in your in dark truck." Emmalin giggled, kissing his jaw.
Emmalin tugged him by the elbow into the parking lot, where she was determined to finish their long-awaited make-out session. Jeremy, ever the gentleman, was more than willing to oblige.