I've had a long, tiring day filled with meetings of idiotic banality and when the work is finally done, Donna drags me to a re-screening of an old movie.

I know it's old because it's in black and white and I go, complaining the whole way there, not because I don't want to go but because if I appear willing, she'll take it as a sign she can drag me anywhere, which of course, simply because she's Donna, she can.

I like to make her happy; I like to see her face split apart in that gorgeously wide grin - the one that shows her teeth. The toothy grin I've loved since the day I hired her.

But I don't want her knowing that otherwise she'll walk all over me, and really, who's the boss here?

Okay she is.

But I like to maintain the illusion that I'm in control. Until she smiles and then, well, I'm like a trained monkey.

So I go to the movie, but I still whine because I've had a bad day and it's what I do when I can't do anything sensible.

We wait in line and I complain. Granted, we're only waiting for three or four minutes but it gives me enough time to ramble on about the idiot Secretary I had to deal with that morning. Donna already knows the story because I threw a tantrum after my meeting that day, so she ignores me - something she's extremely good at - but I still mutter away until we get to the ticket window.

When the cashier tells me the price of two admissions I start another rant.

"How in God's name could it cost twice as much as a normal movie? They've already shown it, it's a repeat - it should be practically free!"

Donna rests her hand on my back and gives me a look.

"What?"

"Josh, close your eyes and take a deep breath okay?"

I do as I'm told, liking the feel of her fingers stroking my lower back. She slides her hand down over my ass, into the back pocket of my pants and takes out my wallet.

I don't complain about that because she had a little fondle while she was stealing from me and honestly, who would complain if the woman they were with had no issues with fondling? Okay, private fondling - public displays of affection make me a little uncomfortable because we've only been in a relationship for a few weeks. I have an irrational fear that the press will create something sordid out of something that's taken Donna and me ten years to start. She's no longer my assistant but scandalous sex stories sell newspapers.

She pays for the tickets with my money then slides the wallet into her purse, takes my hand and pulls me over to the concession stand where she proceeds to purchase what could possibly be the largest box of popcorn I've ever seen.

"I'm hungry," she claims defensively when I roll my eyes.

"I'll buy you dinner afterwards."

"Yes but I need something now. Soda too," she pouts.

I give in because she's pouting, "Since you're the one with my money, be my guest."

Donna grins happily, adds a bag of M&Ms to the order and pays, handing me the giant cup of soda to carry.

"You're gonna be up all night if you drink all this," I warn and she smiles.

"I promise not to disturb you."

"Oh that's very kind."

"I'm a very kind person," she shrugs and slides her fingers into my empty hand. "Come along, Josh."

I like it when she holds my hand so I follow willingly.

We hand over our tickets, enter the theater and look around for the best place to sit.

"There are some open seats down there," I wave my arm towards the front but Donna shakes her head.

"No, this way, come on." She leads me to a row of completely empty seats and I follow her in, shucking my jacket before I sit. She makes a grab for the bucket of popcorn and starts crunching away as the lights dim and the first trailer flickers onscreen. The theater is only half full and most of the patrons are distributed among the best seats in the center.

"Why did we have to sit all the way back here?" I whine. "In the corner! The movie's gonna look weird from this angle."

"Shh, Josh," Donna hisses. "I like the back."

"Don't shush me; there's no one near us!"

"I'm near you and I want to watch the trailers so shut up," she snaps, pinching my thigh with two very sharp fingers.

"Heeey, that hurt," I whine and she glares at me. "Stop frowning, Donna, I've had a long day. Be nice."

She frowns for a few more seconds then switches to a cheery smile. "Josh, you know these armrests lift up?"

"Do they?"

"Mmhmm," she pushes my hand off the armrest to lift and slot it into a groove between the seats. "See?"

"That's nice."

"Yep, this way," she slides across the seat, "we can snuggle."

"Snuggling sounds good," I agree, wrapping my arm around her shoulder. Donna shifts a little closer, crossing her legs; her right ankle curves against my shin bone and I feel the warmth of her thigh through my pants.

"Good yeah?" Her head rests in the crook of my neck, hair tickling my throat.

"Very good," I agree.

"Lean forward." I oblige and she slides her left arm between my back and the seat. "Lean back."

I lean back and her fingers start caressing my spine. "Comfortable?"

"Yes," she says happily, resting her right hand on my thigh. "Although now I can't reach the popcorn."

"Oh, right." I grab a handful of popcorn from the box and offer it to her.

"My mouth is up here."

"You expect me to feed you?" I ask softly.

"I could feed myself but then when I put my hand back on your thigh your pants will get greasy," she reasons.

"Good thinking."

"I thought so. Anytime you're ready."

Oh right. I feed her the popcorn and her lips close around my fingers, her tongue swiping the kernels into her mouth. She sucks gently and I focus my attention on the screen, greatly relieved when the trailers finish and I'm able to pull my hand from her mouth.

"The movie's starting, Donna," I whisper and she props her head against my shoulder.

"Popcorn's a little salty," she comments. "Can a have a drink?"

I rest the box on the empty seat next to me and hold the soda cup so she can take a sip.

"Thanks," she murmurs and as I return the cup to the holder the hand on my thigh starts to move in tiny circles.

"Donna," I say gently. "What are you doing?"

"I pinched you before," she answers. "I'm trying to make up for it."

"'Kay."

"Popcorn please."

"Right." I start feeding her again, alternating between the popcorn and the soda and every time my fingers are in her mouth she sucks them thoroughly, her tongue licking every trace of butter and salt off of my skin.

I concentrate on the movie, ignoring the softness of her tongue. I refuse to think about anything other than the psycho stalker and his hooded eyes.

He reminds me of the Secretary I was arguing with this morning. Creepy.

When the music swells and the victim is suddenly and violently attacked in the shower, Donna emits a tiny squeal, burying her face in my neck, her lips pressed to my skin.

I chuckle softly and squeeze her shoulder. "You don't like scary movies."

"I like some," she says defensively. "Just... tell me when it's over."

Her breath tickles my neck and I smile. "Sure."

She keeps her face hidden as the innocent victim is hacked to pieces and when it's over I rub her shoulder again and tell her she can look.

She shakes her head, her nose rubbing my jaw. "No, I like it here."

"You're gonna miss the movie," I point out sensibly.

"It's okay," she murmurs, "you watch it and tell me what happens."

"What are you gonna do?" I murmur back and she shrugs, and then nuzzles her head deeper into my neck. Her nose continues to rub against my jaw as her lips move over my skin. "Oh."

"Watch the movie," she commands.

I stare at the screen as her tongue traces my jaw; her hand still gently moving over the muscles in my thigh.

"What's happening?" she whispers into my ear, her teeth gently tugging on my earlobe.

"Um, well she's dead."

"Good." She works her way back down my jaw again, dropping tiny damp kisses over my chin. "Now what?"

"I can't see; your head is in the way."

"Sorry," she whispers. "I'll move down then."

"Um... okay."

Her right hand slides off my thigh, settles onto my chest and resumes stroking while her teeth bite softly at my throat. The hand on my back is scratching light circles through my shirt.

"You taste all salty," she whispers.

"That would be the popcorn you ate," I whisper back.

"Maybe." She starts biting down on my neck, tiny little nips with her teeth.

"Your head's still in my way."

"How far down do you want me to go?" she hisses and her hand brushes my lap.

I jump in fright, "Not that far."

"You sure?"

"Very, very sure," I nod emphatically.

"Okay then," she sighs, bringing her head back to rest on my shoulder. "What did I miss?"

"She's still dead."

"Right." Donna stops talking, but her right hand continues to lightly trace random patterns over my chest, her left hand is warm against my back and I rub my cheek over the top of her head.

She wriggles her body a little closer, pressing her thigh fully against mine, resting her head under my collarbone and she sighs softly.

The movie continues; it's not scary at all but Donna stays cuddled up and I breathe in the sweet fruity smell of her hair beneath my chin. Her right hand is idly roaming around my stomach, scratching gently at my shirt and her left hand is resting lightly in the small of my back.

She leans into me a little more and her hand slides down over my belt to rest at the top of my thigh. I try to focus on the movie as her fingers squeeze lightly.

"What are you doing?" I whisper.

"Hmm?"

"What are you doing?" I repeat as her hand slides back up - but only as far as my groin. She squeezes lightly again. "Donna?"

"Shh," she hushes. "I'm missing the movie."

"Then stop touching me."

"No." She punctuates her refusal by bunching my pants in her fist. It's a good thing my clothing is loose because if she keeps it up, I'll soon be up.

She keeps it up, her hand rolling around, massaging me through my pants. I stare resolutely at the movie screen. I am not going to get hard, I am not going to get hard, I am not going to get... Yeah I am. Damn it.

Donna's hand, having momentarily stilled when my cock blatantly ignored my mantra, is now fiddling with my zipper.

"Stop it," I mutter as her hand deftly opens my belt. "Donna."

Her hand keeps circling over the top of my pants. "Josh, can you lean forward for a second?"

"What?" The hand resting on my back pinches my skin through my shirt and I bounce forward; Donna, taking advantage of the motion, drags the zipper of my pants down and slips her hand inside the top of my boxers.

"Donna, stop it."

"No," Donna hisses, wrapping her fingers tightly around my erection. "Mine."

I snicker loudly. "Mine?"

"Yes, it's mine and I'm going to do what I like with it." To prove her point she squeezes again and I grunt in response. "See?"

"Donna..." I wheeze. "Not here."

"Why not?"

"Because!"

She pouts at me. "You're saying no?"

"Yes!"

"Why?" Inside my boxers, her fingers start stoking again; thumb massaging the head of my growing erection.

"Uh..."

Donna looks at me, smiling slyly as she drags my boxers down, "We're sitting at the back, there's no one near us."

"Yes but..." I trail off as both her hands squeeze.

"So be quiet," she orders.

My erection is now on display to anyone who might be passing. "Okay," I squeak as she squeezes again. "Just... um... be gentle?"

"Of course," she whispers. "Don't want to hurt you too much." She leans down to drop a light kiss on the tip of my cock and I grunt again. "See? Nice and gentle." Another soft kiss and she smiles, "Maybe some tongue..."

"Unh," I inhale sharply as her tongue swipes over the side of my cock.

"Maybe the other side now?"

"'Kay," I hiss as her tongue slides around.

She looks up at me again. "Josh, be quiet."

I clamp my lips together; Donna smiles widely and opening her mouth, wraps her own lips around the head of my cock. Her tongue starts swirling again and I close my eyes and try not to make any noise.

She's dropping tiny sucking kisses as she moves her head down then back up and when she reaches the top I shudder when I feel the soft sting of her teeth on my skin.

"Oh God!"

"Shhhh," she hisses, scraping her teeth over the underside of my cock. Her warm tongue soothes each graze and I can't help opening my eyes to look down at her.

"Oh GOD!" Her teeth bite harder and my arm flies out, knocking the popcorn box over. "Donna!" I whisper urgently.

"Mmm?" she hums and the vibrations in her throat accelerate me rapidly.

"Oh God I can't... Donna, you have to stop now!"

"Mmm" she hums her refusal and I grab the back of her neck.

"Stop. It. Now!" I command and she lifts her head to stare at me reproachfully.

"Why?"

"Why do you think?" I splutter.

"It's okay," she blinks her beautiful wide eyes at me and smiles before bending back over. Her hair sweeps over her face, obscuring it from view and my eyes close as her tongue sucks my cock back into her mouth.

"Oh... God," I whisper hoarsely as she starts moving faster, the wetness of her mouth, the firm pressure of her lips creating a vacuum and I know I'm not going to make it much longer.

Donna starts humming softly, both her hands tightly grip the base of my cock and start moving in tandem with her mouth and I lose it; my body stiffens and I come in her mouth, trying not to cry out as my hips jerk erratically and I dig my nails into the arm rest.

She keeps sucking and swallowing, and when her teeth lightly graze my erection again, I can't hold back a long groan; quick as a flash, her left arm flicks up and she slams her palm over my mouth. My hips surge upwards again and I bite into her skin, one hand clutches desperately at the arm rest, the other grasps the back of her head trying not to push her mouth further down onto my cock.

She keeps her lips wrapped around me as my orgasm subsides and I slump back in the chair when my body relaxes. Her blond hair is still spread across my lap, hiding her face and I tangle my fingers in it to push it away so I can see her.

In the muted light, she smiles up at me and continues the gentle licking, her teeth rasping softly along my skin, her mouth warm and tender. I stroke the curve of her ear and stare at her as she cleans me up with her tongue.

It's incredibly sexy watching her as she works her way from bottom to top, swirling her mouth around my flesh. I twist my fingers through her hair as she slows down and with a last, lingering kiss on the tip of my cock, she sits up and sighs.

"That's enough," she whispers, tucking her hair behind her ears. "I'm missing the movie." She reaches across me to grab the cup of soda and takes a long drink then looks at the mess of popcorn scattered over the floor. "I can't believe you spilled it," she says sadly.

"Sorry," I whisper. "I was um, kind of caught up in the moment and well..."

"You thought about yourself and not me."

"What? No!" I exclaim.

"I'm hungry, Josh," she complains. "And you've gone and spilled all the popcorn."

"I'll buy you dinner after the movie," I promise.

"You were going to anyway!"

"Oh. Right. Well, I can go get some more popcorn if you want?"

"Don't worry," she says quietly. "I'm actually a little full." She pats her stomach and smiles again, her mouth wide and toothy, lips still damp from my cock. I feel myself growing hard again and I shift uncomfortably in my seat.

"Um..."

"Twice in one night, Josh? You're an old man, there's no way."

"Tell him that," I look down awkwardly.

"I don't think so," she says sternly, eyes flicking to my lap. She reaches over, tucks my cock back into my boxer shorts and swiftly zips my pants up.

"Be careful!" I yelp.

"Shhhh!" she hisses, "I want to watch the movie."

"I thought you were scared."

"I lied."

I can't believe her. "Just to get into my pants?"

"Yep," she says smugly.

"You wanted me that much?"

Donna sighs happily, "Yep."

"Donna..." I begin, my voice all high pitched again. I hate that voice.

She looks over at me again, her eyebrows raised. "You're not going to say you love me just because I went down on you?"

"Uh. Noooo." Actually, I was going to say it. Not because she got me off, but because I do love her. Of course, now I can't say it because it would seem meaningless. Not that it is.

I love her but we've only been a couple for a few weeks and after ten years of friendship... it's just difficult for me to actually verbalize it. The first time I tell her can't be after I've just had an orgasm.

She takes another sip of soda. "Because if you're gonna say you love me, I think you should say it when I haven't just gone down on you right?"

It scares me stupid that she can read my mind and I shake my head. "Um... I was going to ask if you wanted me to... um..." I wave my hand towards her lap.

"Oh."

"Because it's only fair," I add.

She nods. "You're right."

"I'm right? You admit I'm actually right about something?" I clutch my chest in mock surprise and she smacks my arm.

"Shut up!"

"Make me!" I challenge and she gives me a dirty look in the flickering darkness.

"Once was enough," she says smugly.

I stare back at her. "This was all to shut me up from the beginning right? The snuggling, the popcorn feeding, the um..?"

"Going down on you? Yes it was."

I smile at her admiringly. "You're evil."

"Yep."

"Do you have any idea how much I want to..." I drape my arm back around her shoulder and let my fingers dance down her arm.

Her eyebrows rise in intrigue. "What?"

I lean over and brush my nose against her cheek, dropping a tiny kiss on her skin. "I wish I could fuck you right here. I wish I could pull up your skirt, sit you on my lap and fuck you until you scream my name." I nip her earlobe gently, run my tongue around the shell of her ear and she shivers.

"I wish I could feel you wrapped around my cock, riding slow, then fast, and then maybe slow again. Up and down, Donna. I wish I could bite the back of your neck and slide my fingers over your clit and make you come right in front of everyone."

I bite the very tip of the top of her ear with my teeth and she shudders. "And do you know what I'd do then?"

"Oh, God," she squeaks.

I taste her earlobe again, running my teeth along the bottom, following the curve to her jaw. "I'd keep going, Donna. I'd keep fucking you even as you were coming. I'd keep going, thrusting into you and I'd keep on rubbing your clit and I'd make you come again." I slide my left hand over her thigh and squeeze gently.

"And I'd wrap my arm around your hips and hold you down on my cock and how many times would you come before you begged me to stop?" I ask, slipping my hand up over her waist to slide into the open neck of her shirt.

"Josh," she bleats out. "Please?"

"Please what, Donna? You'd say please and I'd stop? Or please you want me to actually stop talking and start fucking?"

"Uhh," she hisses as my hand slips into her bra and captures an already hard nipple. I pinch it gently and her head lolls back against my forearm; she looks up at me pleadingly and I smile, twisting a little harder.

"I really never knew you had a thing for exhibitionism, Donna," I remark. "I have to say, I find it quite sexy. And I wish I could do all those things to you, right here, in front of everyone... but I just can't."

"Why not?" she whispers desperately.

"Well," I say sadly, blowing cool air onto the marks my teeth have left on her skin, "For one thing, you're wearing pants, not a skirt."

"Oh." Donna flicks her eyes down in disappointment and I nuzzle her jaw.

"And maybe it's just a little too public here. I mean, half the people in this theatre probably know us."

"It didn't stop me," she breathes a little unsteadily as I thumb her nipple again. "So, you know..."

"What?" Her head is lying heavily on my right forearm and I'm rapidly losing all feeling in it.

"You could maybe, like you said before... reciprocate?"

I tickle her ear with my hand, pushing her head closer to mine. "I could."

"I'd be really quiet," she insists. "I promise."

"You've never been quiet before, Donna," I smirk. "What makes you think you can be now?"

"I can be!" she says firmly, a hint of urgency in her voice.

I raise my eyebrows in skepticism, "No I don't think you can." I stroke her breast again and smile when she gasps. "See? You can't even keep quiet when I'm playing with your nipples."

"I promise I'll be quiet. I promise, Josh."

"God, you really are desperate," I snicker; she nods frantically and I blow in her ear again. "I want to taste you, Donna, but I can't."

"You can."

I shake my head regretfully. "If you were wearing a skirt, maybe... but not in jeans. There's no way I could get my head in there without suffocating."

"I could take my pants off," she offers quickly.

"Nooo, then you'd be naked and you don't know who's been sitting on your seat."

She glares reproachfully at me, "You just killed the mood, Josh."

"Did I now?" I muse thoughtfully and start flicking open the buttons on her shirt. "Can I challenge you on that?"

"Oh God, yes, please challenge me!" She unbuckles her belt and I swat her hands away before she can undo her jeans.

"You need to watch the movie and tell me what's happening."

"You didn't tell me what I missed when I was in your lap," she sulks.

"That's because I think I blacked out."

"I'm very good," she giggles quietly and I grin and quickly slide my hand back under her bra to cup her breast again.

"Watch the movie."

"Okay."

"I love bras that open in the front," I whisper. "One little flick..." I flick, "and hey presto! Breasts!"

"You're an idiot," Donna mutters softly.

"Watch the movie!"

"I am," she insists.

"Then shut up." I start to run my tongue over her breast as I slide my hand down her stomach to the buttons on her jeans. I have difficulty flipping them open with one hand and impatiently, she reaches down to help me.

I push her hands away when they're open and run my hand over the top of her panties before tucking my fingers under the waistband, pulling them down. Donna whimpers softly as I slip my hand through her soft curls and I grin when I feel how wet she is.

"I guess this isn't going to take long," I murmur and lean down to kiss the top curve of her breast. "You're so wet already; was that from what you did to me... or what I said I would do to you?" I take her nipple in my teeth and pull lightly and she whimpers again.

"Shh," I breathe, then dart my tongue out to taste her skin.

"Sorry."

I slide my hand deeper between her legs and curve my middle finger up inside her body; she immediately shivers when I rub lightly against the bump that she says always makes her feel like she wants to pee. "Do you like that?"

"Yesssss," she hisses and I drag my tongue over the top of her breast. I have to concentrate on her left one because I can't reach the right one but she seems to have solved the problem; she's twisting the nipple herself and I glance up at her face. Her eyes are glued to the screen, her lips parted slightly and I can hear her deep breathing when I press my face to her chest.

I can also hear her heart beat, the heavy pounding matching the thump of my own and I press my lips to her breast to feel the steady rhythm.

I increase the thrust of my finger inside Donna's body and add a second one, pressing the ball of my palm against her clit. She jumps and I push harder, rocking my hand back and forth, my teeth creating tiny little marks on her breast.

"Open your legs, Donna," I mumble and she quickly complies. "Little bit more...that's my girl." I increase the motion of my palm against her clit, alternating between hard and soft, thrusting my fingers in and out; her breathing deepens and I can hear her heart hammering in her chest.

"Joshhhh," she gasps loudly as her body tenses. "Josh!" I jerk my mouth away from her breast, use my right arm still around her shoulders to bring her head to mine and press my lips against hers.

I coax her mouth open with my tongue, vibrate my palm over her clit and catch her groan with a deep probing kiss. She arches her hips upwards to grind herself against my palm and her body shudders violently as she finally comes.

I keep kissing her, thrusting my tongue against hers, swallowing her noisy screams with my mouth; she's moaning in unison with the rocking of my hand between her legs, but each cry is getting fainter and fainter and soon she's simply kissing me.

Donna's an amazing kisser; I want to keep my mouth pressed against hers, our tongues tangled together but she pulls away and takes a deep steadying breath.

My fingers are still slowly stroking between her legs and she drops her head back onto my arm. I bend my elbow and push the hair back from her face and she twists her face towards me.

"Guess the mood wasn't broken after all," she whispers.

I nod. "Guess not."

"But maybe you want to remove your fingers from my panties before the movie ends."

I flick my eyes towards the movie screen. "There's a good half hour left," I estimate.

Donna giggles softly. "Give me a few minutes and you can do me again."

"Why do you get another go and I don't?" I ask, as I slide my hand out of her panties.

"Because," she murmurs, and sticks out her tongue at me. "I told you I could be quiet and I was."

"With my help," I splutter. "If I hadn't have kissed you, you would have screamed louder than the people being murdered in the movie."

"Like you wouldn't have kissed me anyway," she scoffs quietly.

She's right about that so I change the subject. "My fingers are all sticky."

"Deal with it," she grins.

I return her grin and lick my fingers clean; they taste of butter and salt from the popcorn and the sweet sour tanginess that I know is all her.

She watches silently and when I'm done she smiles again. "Guess you got to taste me after all."

"Not in the way I wanted," I mutter as she re-buttons her jeans and buckles her belt.

"No," she agrees. "But you're a lot more relaxed now so there'll be no more complaining for the rest of the night."

"But-"

"Shhhhhhhh," she hisses, nodding to the screen. "I need to know how the movie ends."

I give up. "Okay."

She smiles once more and resettles her head into the crook of my neck; her cheek is resting against my shoulder and I bend my elbow again to start stroking her hair. She sighs contentedly, the noise almost imperceptible over the sounds of the movie but I feel the rise and fall of her chest and the vibrating thud of her heartbeat. She's perfect, she's amazing, she's mine and I love her.

"Donna?"

"Shh."

"I just wanted to say-"

"SHH!"

"I love you," I whisper faintly and out of the corner of my eye I see a small smile flicker across her face as she raises a finger to her lips.