[steve might not care, but it's clear that nancy is mortified. she takes a sip of coke to brace herself, fiddling with the arm rest to try to raise it, and - failing that - gives up and just moves to slide into his lap.
[she feels a little guilty about the rush of relief when steve doesn't direct her back to her own seat. there's not a lot of time left in the movie, and the fight scene behind her is loud, so when she feels steve press against her, she just rolls her hips against his lap in turn.]
[she isn't stopping him. instead, she's just gently weaving her fingers into the hair right at the nape of his neck there, giving it an appreciative tug at the little kiss.
innocent enough, if one ignores the extremely subtle rock to her hips where she's pressed against him. she can't quite tell if the movie is about to roll credits or not, but she's greedily hoping to keep this for at least a little longer.]
[Steve has forgotten about the movie completely for all his focus is going right into Nancy. He makes a soft noise against her skin at the tug to his hair. She of all people knows that's a turn on for him, always has been. He continues to casually grind his hips against her since she hasn't made the attempt to stop him.
He drops a hand to press softly against her lower back to help keep her in place as he drags his lips against her warm skin.]
[that little noise has her breath catching harder in her own ears, and she can't quite resist giving his hair another gentle pull just as he grinds up against her.
she hesitates, then reaches for his chin to tip his face up so she can kiss him properly again. nancy reaches for his hand not bracing her back and slides it against her stomach and ribs, over her sweater, a silent request to be touched.]
[The second tug earns her another trust of his hips but this one is a bit rougher, a bit more needy. Steve is ready to meet her lips again with another deep kiss, tongue pressing past her lips.
Steve keeps to the rules that Nancy has set in place, so as she guides his hand in a silent plea to be touched he remains above the clothing as he gently cups one of her breasts.]
[the rules were fully arbitrary, anyway; nancy was just trying to respect steve's own hesitations, his misgivings about their strange arrangement. she sighs unconsciously into his mouth, a pleased little sound as her other hand tracks down his chest.]
[it's easy enough to give in to that same energy, to match rough kiss with rough kiss. by the time the credits begin to roll, both of her hands are cradling his cheeks, her breath coming short.
[Steve's free hand had dropped to ease up Nancy's form fitting sweater, eager to brush against the soft lace of her bra. He itched to slip his fingers past the smooth fabric but Nancy broken their heated kiss with a reminder.
[nancy moves her fingers from steve's face to cover his hand with her own, pushing it higher beneath her sweater for just a moment, before she drops it abruptly.]
[He mutters against her lips as he continues to kiss her in earnest. The hand resting up her sweater tenderly brushes up against the fabric of her bra, fingers brushing against the sensitive, soft skin. He presses a little more until Nancy's breast is free from the fabric, exposed under the warmth of her sweater.
He's got a bit more time, credits last a good bit thankfully. So he seizes the opportunity to live up her sweater enough so that he can dip his head down enough to take her soft breast into the warmth of his mouth.]
[nancy's voice catches in surprise, a shocked whisper as her fingers plunge into the hair at the back of his head. a pleasant thrill knifes through her as soon as his warm mouth closes around her nipple, but she's not pulling him away just yet. instead, she just rakes blunt nails against his scalp, goosebumps on her arms.]
[He gives a soft moan around her nipple, tongue flicking against the soft pink skin. If he wasn't hard already the sensation of Nancy's nails would have gotten the job done in seconds.
He continues to suck gently on her plump breast before finally pulling his head away at her soft plea. Nancy makes a solid point and they both couldn't afford being arrested in this kind of position.
So he carefully pulls her blouse back down and settles back against his seat.]
[she can feel her own flush after steve's little moan. she gives a reluctant groan of her own, scattering kisses against the side of his cheek as she grinds down against him hard a final time, before rolling back into her seat just as the lights flicker back on.
she's flushed, flustered, and she combs her fingers through his hair.]
[Jesus Christ this girl will be the damn death of him. He bucks up against her one last time, his hands holding her in place so that she can fully feel him.
[nancy would be hard pressed to even remember the title of the film at this point. she clears her throat and tries to smooth down her own hair as she stands, offering a hand to help him up.]
[He takes her offered hand softly before he pushes himself up to his feet. He has to take a moment to adjust himself, smooth out his own clothes as the theater clears out.]
[He resists the urges to capture her by the wrist and pull her back into for another kiss. Instead he tucks his hands within his pockets and moves to follow behind her.]
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[steve might not care, but it's clear that nancy is mortified. she takes a sip of coke to brace herself, fiddling with the arm rest to try to raise it, and - failing that - gives up and just moves to slide into his lap.
it's less noisy than leaning, she figures.]
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You're killing me here, Nance.
[He mutters softly against her ear as she settles herself along his lap.]
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Too much? I just thought it'd be easier.
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[He mutters against her lips between deep,needy kisses. This way he can actually press himself against her for a bit of much needed friction.]
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He bends his head down to press a light kiss against her neck.]
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innocent enough, if one ignores the extremely subtle rock to her hips where she's pressed against him. she can't quite tell if the movie is about to roll credits or not, but she's greedily hoping to keep this for at least a little longer.]
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He drops a hand to press softly against her lower back to help keep her in place as he drags his lips against her warm skin.]
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she hesitates, then reaches for his chin to tip his face up so she can kiss him properly again. nancy reaches for his hand not bracing her back and slides it against her stomach and ribs, over her sweater, a silent request to be touched.]
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Steve keeps to the rules that Nancy has set in place, so as she guides his hand in a silent plea to be touched he remains above the clothing as he gently cups one of her breasts.]
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Movie's almost over.
[murmured between hasty kissing.]
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[He's not stopping anytime soon unless told too. He's far too occupied with his lips on Nancy's and his hand giving the cupped breast a small squeeze.
His kisses are getting a little deeper, perhaps even a bit rougher as he gets lost in the moment.]
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she whispers against his mouth again-]
The lights are gonna come up soon.
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Right. The movie.]
That my cue to stop?
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Unless we want them to ban us from the theater.
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[He mutters against her lips as he continues to kiss her in earnest. The hand resting up her sweater tenderly brushes up against the fabric of her bra, fingers brushing against the sensitive, soft skin. He presses a little more until Nancy's breast is free from the fabric, exposed under the warmth of her sweater.
He's got a bit more time, credits last a good bit thankfully. So he seizes the opportunity to live up her sweater enough so that he can dip his head down enough to take her soft breast into the warmth of his mouth.]
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[nancy's voice catches in surprise, a shocked whisper as her fingers plunge into the hair at the back of his head. a pleasant thrill knifes through her as soon as his warm mouth closes around her nipple, but she's not pulling him away just yet. instead, she just rakes blunt nails against his scalp, goosebumps on her arms.]
We'll get arrested.
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He continues to suck gently on her plump breast before finally pulling his head away at her soft plea. Nancy makes a solid point and they both couldn't afford being arrested in this kind of position.
So he carefully pulls her blouse back down and settles back against his seat.]
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she's flushed, flustered, and she combs her fingers through his hair.]
Good movie.
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He wants to continue but]
Amazing movie.
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Good, um. Effects.
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Terrific fighting sequences.
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[she grins a little sheepishly, her eyes flicking briefly down to his lips, before she slips past him out of the aisle.]
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[He resists the urges to capture her by the wrist and pull her back into for another kiss. Instead he tucks his hands within his pockets and moves to follow behind her.]
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Well, um. Thanks for picking me up.
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