A Date with Rhiannon

“Rhiannon,” I hissed. “No.”

“Why not?” she whispered back.

I’d had a feeling that this might be a bad idea. As soon as Rhia had heard that Tori and I had a ‘date,’ she’d been scheming. First, she wanted to know if I was free on Tuesday night. I wasn’t - that was the night I had to do a bunch of D&D prep for both the games I was running, since my free time in the past week had gotten chewed up by Elyse’s solo session and going cycling with Tori. But Rhia had cajoled me into squeezing that prep into the last few nooks and crannies I had on Sunday and Monday, and ‘booked me’ Tuesday night.

In some ways, I was a little surprised she had come up with more of a plan than the last time she’d come over. So I was happy.

In other ways, I could see the future, and I knew she would try this.

The Moon-Lite Drive-in was old. It had been old when me, Mel and the rest of our crew had occasionally visited it when we were in college. The good thing about it was that they had barely raised the prices over the years compared to most movie theatres - fifteen dollars a car was a steal, especially for Double Features. The bad things also had to do with a lack of keeping up with the times - the bathroom facilities had become so decrepit they didn’t even bother trying to renovate, they just got porta-potties in, and the snack shop was in the same building as the old facilities so you were probably taking a risk if you bought anything that hadn’t been vacuum sealed off site.

I wasn’t actually worried about the facilities or the cost. I wasn’t even worried by the fact that Rhia had picked a couple of movies I didn’t care one lick about.

My worry, which was currently being proven right, was that Rhia was more interested in the non-movie-watching activities that people got up to at the Moon-Lite.

“Because,” I said, pulling her hands out of my pants and raising them to the top of my Jeep's windshield. “We’re not fucking here.”

“No one’s watching,” she whispered, grinning at me in the dark.

Maybe, maybe, if we hadn’t come out here with the doors off and the top down on my Wrangler, I would have entertained the thought of something. But we were exposed as fuck, and I’d already felt a little dodgy about making out with her, let alone any clothes coming off.

“It would only take one person to see your pretty, pale ass and take exception to the public indecency,” I said, holding both her hands where they were with one of mine, stroking her cheek lightly with the other and brushing my thumb over her lips. “And I’m all for making you come, sweetie, but you getting off here isn’t worth a night in jail. Especially not when I own my own damn house to do that in.”

She sighed in that dramatic way that only a young person can sigh, as if to say their elder ‘just wouldn’t understand’ as if we hadn’t all been their age and dealt with those exact sorts of feelings before.

“Don’t make me put you over my knee, Rhia,” I threatened her, smirking as I let my voice drop into a low, gravelly tone.

“You gonna spank me, or finger me, if you’ve got my ass in the air like that?” she smirked right back.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” I chuckled, and leaned in and kissed her throat. She moaned at that, breathing deeply, and I’d let go of her hands so she ran them through my hair.

“Fuck, Shane,” she crooned.

“We could be,” I chuckled. “But you wanted to see these movies.”

“I don’t want to see these movies, I thought you picked them,” she said.

“You suggested this date,” I scoffed, pulling back from her neck.

“Well, I didn’t pick the screen,” she said.

“The other screen is showing a couple of kids' movies,” I pointed out. “I assumed you at least wanted to watch the movies that aren’t for thirteen and under.”

She fished for words and knew that I’d caught her. The plan the entire time was to maybe do something dangerous with risky, semi-public sex, not watch the movie. Which, thinking about it, was a pretty fucking classic move that her mother would have pulled back at her age, too.

“Rhia, sweetie,” I said. “Have you had enough of this date and want to go back to my place?”

“That depends,” Rhia said, smirking a little as she stood up and stepped over me, then plopped back down into the passenger seat. “Can we stop for slushies on the way back? Now that I saw them in the snack shop, I kinda crave one, but I was scared the ones in there had a dead rat floating in the machine or something.”

I snorted and chuckled, quickly starting my car as we both strapped in. “There’s a gas station on the way,” I said. “But no getting blue flavour. I don’t want to see a blue tongue coming out of that mouth and licking any part of me.”

“What if I pretend to be a Star Trek alien with blue lips and a blue tongue?” she asked.

“.... Damn it, that’s actually pretty good,” I laughed.

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