her out to a movie. He figured it was the perfect setting considering the darkness of the theatre; No one would be able to see him and he wouldn’t risk his cover being blown.
“I love going to the movies,” she told him flirtatiously in the lobby as they bought snacks. Miles was struggling to focus on anything other than her slender legs, which were on full display thanks to the tight fitting pair of hot pants she was wearing. Miles was grateful for whoever had designed such a piece of clothing. He himself was wearing loose fitting dark denim jeans a tight fitting white t-shirt which showed off his impressively toned abs and arms. He particularly liked the contrast of his dark naval sleeve tattoo to a white t-shirt. He knew he’d worn the right outfit when he met Brea at the theatre and her eyes widened with approval and lust.
“Do you go to the movies very often?” Miles asked, trying not to think about the last time they were together. How she had straddled him right there in the tattoo parlor until he came. A strange expression flickered across Brea’s pretty features. It was a mixture of sadness and regret. But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced once again by her coy, flirty grin.
“Sometimes,” she placed a piece of popcorn between her pink glossed lips and Miles shuddered deliciously, thinking about where he hoped she’d be placing her full lips later on in the evening.
“What about you?” Brea tossed her hair over her shoulder as she asked the question. “You go to the movies much?”
The simple answer was no. Miles rarely went to the movies. He rarely read a book. The main passion in his life was music. He loved traveling around the country listening to local trash metal bands. But he wished he’d grown up going to the movies, whether it was on dates or with friends. He wished that his reading ability hadn’t been so swiftly squandered and that he could actually focus long enough to be able to read an entire book if he wanted to. The Reapers didn’t care about Miles reading ability, or lack there of, or his interest in movies. All they cared about was that he could handle himself in a fight and knew how to think quickly and on his feet when he got into a jam. But to Brea, Miles wanted to be more than that. He wanted to be interesting and suave. He wanted to be a man she could admire.
“I go now and then,” Miles replied vaguely.
“Sounds mysterious,” Brea mirrored his stride as they left the foyer and wandered around to their relevant screen.
As they sat down in the back row Miles was grateful to notice that there was no one else around. That was the beauty of a twenty five screen cinema – most showings on weeknights were always blissfully quiet. They settled down together and after some monotonous adverts and a few movie trailers the lights dimmed and the movie started.
Miles wanted to enjoy the movie. He’d chosen an action thriller which he’d hoped would be exciting enough to hold his attention. But it was no reflection on the movie that he struggled to follow what was happening. He couldn’t stop glancing at Brea’s bare legs which were so irresistibly close to his own. Looking up he traced the curve of her bosom beneath the flimsy t-shirt she was wearing. Clothes which he could remove in less than a minute. The thought of seeing her naked made his pulse race. And her scent. She smelt so sweetly of vanilla that each time he inhaled she flooded his senses. Groaning Miles tightened his hands against the arms of the theatre seat.
Brea must have noticed as she put down her tub of popcorn and turned towards him, her nose grazing his neck before she began to playfully pepper it with kisses. Miles groaned again, louder this time. As Brea kissed his neck her hands began to travel towards the zipper on his jeans. Miles leaned back, loving how sensual her kisses felt against his neck. He didn’t even care if she gave him a hickey
“I love going to the movies,” she told him flirtatiously in the lobby as they bought snacks. Miles was struggling to focus on anything other than her slender legs, which were on full display thanks to the tight fitting pair of hot pants she was wearing. Miles was grateful for whoever had designed such a piece of clothing. He himself was wearing loose fitting dark denim jeans a tight fitting white t-shirt which showed off his impressively toned abs and arms. He particularly liked the contrast of his dark naval sleeve tattoo to a white t-shirt. He knew he’d worn the right outfit when he met Brea at the theatre and her eyes widened with approval and lust.
“Do you go to the movies very often?” Miles asked, trying not to think about the last time they were together. How she had straddled him right there in the tattoo parlor until he came. A strange expression flickered across Brea’s pretty features. It was a mixture of sadness and regret. But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced once again by her coy, flirty grin.
“Sometimes,” she placed a piece of popcorn between her pink glossed lips and Miles shuddered deliciously, thinking about where he hoped she’d be placing her full lips later on in the evening.
“What about you?” Brea tossed her hair over her shoulder as she asked the question. “You go to the movies much?”
The simple answer was no. Miles rarely went to the movies. He rarely read a book. The main passion in his life was music. He loved traveling around the country listening to local trash metal bands. But he wished he’d grown up going to the movies, whether it was on dates or with friends. He wished that his reading ability hadn’t been so swiftly squandered and that he could actually focus long enough to be able to read an entire book if he wanted to. The Reapers didn’t care about Miles reading ability, or lack there of, or his interest in movies. All they cared about was that he could handle himself in a fight and knew how to think quickly and on his feet when he got into a jam. But to Brea, Miles wanted to be more than that. He wanted to be interesting and suave. He wanted to be a man she could admire.
“I go now and then,” Miles replied vaguely.
“Sounds mysterious,” Brea mirrored his stride as they left the foyer and wandered around to their relevant screen.
As they sat down in the back row Miles was grateful to notice that there was no one else around. That was the beauty of a twenty five screen cinema – most showings on weeknights were always blissfully quiet. They settled down together and after some monotonous adverts and a few movie trailers the lights dimmed and the movie started.
Miles wanted to enjoy the movie. He’d chosen an action thriller which he’d hoped would be exciting enough to hold his attention. But it was no reflection on the movie that he struggled to follow what was happening. He couldn’t stop glancing at Brea’s bare legs which were so irresistibly close to his own. Looking up he traced the curve of her bosom beneath the flimsy t-shirt she was wearing. Clothes which he could remove in less than a minute. The thought of seeing her naked made his pulse race. And her scent. She smelt so sweetly of vanilla that each time he inhaled she flooded his senses. Groaning Miles tightened his hands against the arms of the theatre seat.
Brea must have noticed as she put down her tub of popcorn and turned towards him, her nose grazing his neck before she began to playfully pepper it with kisses. Miles groaned again, louder this time. As Brea kissed his neck her hands began to travel towards the zipper on his jeans. Miles leaned back, loving how sensual her kisses felt against his neck. He didn’t even care if she gave him a hickey
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