Quiet One

Movie Night*

a/n Here it is. The first smut chapter. ;) You have been warned. Read at your own discretion.

Bonus points if you can name what movie they are watching!

The coffee table was covered in empty takeaway containers, the remains of dinner. A bottle and two empty stemless wine glasses sat nearby. The only light in the room came from a small table lamp in the corner and the movie playing on the screen. Her head and back rested against his chest as they lounged on the couch watching the woman with the unnaturally red hair run through the city. His knee was bent creating a barrier that contained her on the couch snuggled between his legs. He had his arms around her waist, her fingers intertwined with his. The mood was relaxed and comfortable as if this wasn't the first time they had spent in each other's arms.

Phil stretched his leg back out, his bare foot came to rest against hers. The contact of skin-on-skin at a point unfamiliar with the touch sent a wave of warmth through MC's body. It was followed by tingly spikes rushing through her bloodstream.

It is just his foot, MC. Calm down!

He slowly slid his foot upward, playing with the hem of her jeans. Occasionally sliding the denim slightly higher above her ankle. She shifted slightly in his embrace but didn't remove her leg from his touch.

"How are you liking it?" he whispered softly.

The voice, so close to her ear, startled her slightly and all she could manage was, "Hm?"

"The movie. Are you enjoying it?"

Duh, MC! The movie. He is asking how you like the movie.

Turning her head to the side, she looked upward. His face was in shadow in the darkened room, lit by the colored light from the screen. The color changed as the scenes switched from reds to whites to blues. It highlighted his sharp cheekbones, the small ring piercing in his nose, and the fine lines of his lips.

Looking into the dark pools of his eyes, she found her voice, "I am really enjoying it. The idea that one small change allows for such different outcomes. And how you get to see flashes of someone's future life when she bumps into them is really cool. I love that idea! That you have small interactions with people every day and then never see the future they go on to live."

A pleasant smile graced his face. "I am glad you are enjoying it." His hand brushed gently against her face as he smoothed down her hair. His fingers wandered down the interweaved hair of her braid before giving it a playful tug when he reached the end.

The smile on her face made the apples of her cheeks rise and tint a light rose color. As the smile reached her eyes, it caused them to shimmer in the dim light. She turned into him more, scooting higher till their eyes were even. Her pupils, already large from the low lighting, dilated further.

His hands found a natural spot to rest on her hips as she turned to face him. There was a pause. Everything stopped and stood still. They shared breaths in the close distance between them. Phil was the first to move. Tilting his head to the side before taking her lower lip between his. He pulled at it briefly before letting go. As he returned for another kiss, his hand cradled the base of her neck, holding her firmly. This time her lips parted, encouraging him to open as well. She let him take control as his tongue found hers and their kisses deepened.

Pushing back gently on her hip, he slid her over his leg. Bending his knee to place his thigh snugly between her legs. She rubbed slightly against it as the credits began to roll on the screen in the background. The end of the movie, long forgotten.

"Do you want to stay the night?" Phil asked, pulling back from her mouth. In an effort not to sound too hasty, he continued, "It is late. But I can take you back to the apartment if that is what you want."