A soft touch, with the lips, my rosy ones with a touch of lip balm to keep the dry from the cold winter at bay, and her sexy red ones, deep like passionate blood. Heart pounding, the touch transitions into a tentative exploration.
The touch becomes a full contact as we open our mouths as if from a common accord for a duet. Our tongues peek out, passionate as we explore something we have always done, but without the shift in emotions of today, without that acknowledgement of our emotions like earlier.
Our exploration, far from being hesitant, finally devolves into a full-blown exchange after a pause, one deep and without reservation.
While still holding onto each other on the armrest that can only pretend not to exist, my other hand goes to Emmie's cheek to hold her and pull her deeper, to keep her locked in this tango of entangled emotions expressed physically.
Covering the side of her neck too, I feel her pulse through her carotid, strong and fast, deep and excited. The excitement climbs, not just mine, but hers too.
Emmie raises her free hand to hold onto my left arm as if to anchor herself, to hold onto something that will keep her on the ground as her mind flies.
The movie doesn't matter to us anymore, if it has really ever mattered, that is. Having set the atmosphere, it has already done its job.
The high backs of our seats cast their concealing shadow over us, keeping our explosion of passion hidden. Moreover, it has not become an afterthought only for us. Around us, other couples are also exploring the tastes of each other's tongues, and like us, they have stopped caring about being discovered, being seen, or even being discreet.
The atmosphere of the theater has shifted at some point. Slowly, the heat climbs, not becoming burning with the raw lust of an orgy, but with the subtle, slow burning fire of romance. The ones who did not come for anything other than the movie, couples or not, can only be swept up or endure.
However, those considerations are far from me, afterthoughts whispered by my subconscious, as my conscious focuses on Emmie's lips, on her hand which pushes my hand down, makes it pass the opening of her jacket, and plunge into the hidden dark world inside. She makes my hand slide over her warm and smooth skin, until the boobtube she has inside, and into which she makes me plunge straight.
My heart leaps up at the contact I have become used to, but which is different today, here and now. Emmie keeps my hand where she has led it, making it unable to come out. But I don't feel like coming out either. While feeling her weight on my wrist, I feel her softness in my hand, and her perkiness at the tip of my fingers.
My left hand gains an agility greater than usual that makes it flexibly take hold of the soft flesh, and knead it into different shapes without changing position.
"Hah~ Hah~ Hah~ Hah~"
Emmie's temperature climbs up, and she exhales restrained warm moans into my mouth, bringing my own heat up, as my nipples harden inside my dark blue bra.
Her saliva keeps my mouth from becoming dry. Emmie pries her left hand out of my right hand. I only distractedly resist, before I move my freed hand to her waist, while she makes her left hand climb over my body, from my abdomen to my chest where she lets it rest.
My breath stalls in anticipation, and she pulls my tongue to her as she closes her hand over by breast. She cradles it, and starts fondling it with the same passion I'm treating her chest with.
My lower abdomen doesn't twitch. Instead, I feel a tingle through my whole body.
I don't know how long we have kissed for. I only know that when the movie has reached somewhere I can't find a simple thread through which to understand it, we separate, with our lips glistening in their swollen form, and return to leaning back into our seats, hand in hand on the armrest, closer to each other, with our breaths hurried, and our hearts pounding.
Looking around, other couples have also calmed down and were holding hands. When I glance to the side, a young man a few years older than us nods at me with a smile while holding the hand of his girlfriend. The latter leans forward to see what her boyfriend is looking at. She raises her eyebrows in surprise when she sees Emmie and I, then also nods at me, a beaming smile on her face.
I also beam at her, because her thoughts are totally different from her boyfriend's.
'What a pity, what a waste. They will be very beautiful after growing up, but they are wasting resources by being lesbians.'
'Wow! They are so good together! I admire their courage. It's good to be young.'
I erase the first thought out of my mind, and I cling onto the second one to keep myself happy, no, to make myself happier.
I tighten my hold on Emmie's hand, and she does the same after a glance, and a smile. I feel something melt away inside her, as her smile becomes brighter, and she scoots over, holds onto my arm, and leans her head onto my shoulder.
That sadness, I remember it. It is the same one I felt that day after I met Helene downstairs their building, the same one that weighed on her the next day, like a lump in the throat. And now happiness has melted that lump.
I can't describe how warm that makes me in my chest. I let myself melt into my seat and place my head over hers.
With my arm nestled in the soft embrace of her chest, my heart settles into quiet comfort as I watch the rest of the movie I don't understand, and which I don't try to understand.