Watching a movie together

"Why don't we do something low-key, like watch a movie?" he suggests. "Do you have any good historical movies?"

That perks me right up. I have tons of historical movies that I never get a chance to watch because Sarah thinks they are too slow and boring. "Yeah that sounds awesome!" I say quickly, before remembering that there is a third party to ask. Sarah had just finished her cleaning and sat down at the table. "If Sarah is cool with it, of course."

"You seem so excited, I can't say no at this point," she says jokingly.

"Sweet! I'll go pick one out!" It doesn't take long for me to grab a multiple hour long film on Napoleon that I've wanted to watch for a long time. I see Sarah roll her eyes when I grab it, since she's always turned me down every time I tried to watch it with her, but she has a little smile on her face that shows me that she isn't serious. "I hope you don't mind that we are using your bed," I remark to Mr. Robinson as we sit down. Sarah brings over a bowl of popcorn that she made and places it on the coffee table in front of us.

"Not at all. It's your apartment after all." I sit down on the edge of the couch, my normal spot, and Sarah sits down next to me, cuddling up to me. I'm a bit surprised when our guest sits right next to her, considering how much room is left on the other end of the couch, but when Sarah doesn't object, I shrug it off.

When the movie starts, I can barely keep my mouth shut talking about various aspects of the movie and the history it's based on. Sarah doesn't say much and doesn't seem too keen on paying attention to the movie, but her sweet smile whenever I say something is evidence enough that she loves me and is getting joy out of my clear enthusiam.

"A bit cold in here, isn't it?" remarks Mr. Robinson an hour or so into the movie.

I grin sheepishly. "Yeah, sorry, we keep the heat low in the night to save some money on our electric bill. I can turn it up if you want," I offer. When I look over, I see that he isn't the only one affected by the cold. Sarah's nipples are almost poking their way out of her shirt. She never wears a bra at home, and apparently she didn't think to change that habit when you have your visitor.

I meet Mr. Robinson's eyes, almost as if he, too, was staring at her chest. "Wouldn't dream of it, kid. It's just us here. Let's just use my blanket to stay warm, eh?" He picks his blanket up off the floor and drapes it over the three of you. I chuckle to myself at the sight we must make. A young couple in their early twenties sharing a blanket with a man pushing seventy. "Much better."

I do have to admit, it's a lot warmer, and it is very cozy to cuddle with Sarah under the blanket. As the movie continues on, I speak less and less, getting wrapped up in the movie itself. I find myself leaning forward to catch every detail and I just catch snippets of a whispered conversation Sarah is having with Mr. Robinson. 'No way, I'm not doing that!' I hear Sarah whisper and then a few exchanges later I hear 'If you don't, I'll tell him,' from Mr. Robinson. They keep whispering, then I catch, 'Fine. Just keep quiet,' from Sarah. They must be talking about the dishes from earlier. I almost laugh, did she really think I'd be mad that Sarah did the dishes when I told her I would do them. Seriously, this girl is too sweet.

A few minutes later, I spot the blanket moving out of the corner of my eye. It's moving right over where Mr. Robinson is sitting in a rhythmic up and down motion. For a crazy second, I almost think he is jerking off! But then I notice that both of his hands are visible outside the blanket. He must just have restless leg syndrome or something like that. I don't dwell on it. The movie is far too interesting. I can still hear the rustling of the blankets, of course but I don't pay any attention to it. The next time I think about it is when I hear the pace increase, accompanied by a small groan from Mr. Robinson. At his age, he must be wracked by all sorts of aches and pains, and I slightly wince when he groans again, louder. Poor guy. Sarah must be thinking the same thing because her body tenses up. She really hates seeing anyone in pain, even one of her former bullies. Luckily for him, the movie reaches it's climax not too much longer after that.

Yawning, I stand up. "Wow, that was awesome!"

"It really was," grins Mr. Robinson, oddly looking at my girlfriend when he says it. She shoots back a disgusted look. Guess she really didn't like the film. Weirdly, she is still sitting down, her hands underneath the blanket. I tilt my head, "Ready to go to bed?"

"Uhhh, yeah. Just, uh, think I got some butter on my hand." She takes a quick breath, and brings her hand up to her mouth and licks up the remaining butter, gulping it down with a swallow.

I laugh at her. "Really Sarah? Never heard of a napkin huh?"

Mr. Robinson is also laughing. "She must really love the taste, that's all."

I'm still chuckling when I bring her back into the bedroom. When the door is closed, I pull her in for a kiss, but she backs away. "Wait! Let me brush my teeth. I, uh, have a stuck kernel!" Before I can tell her that I don't care, she rushes off to the bathroom and begins ferociously scrubbing her teeth.

I look at my phone and realize just how late it is. "Shoot! I have work tomorrow," I groan. "And about four hours left to sleep."

Sarah returns with a frown on her face. "I know. You need your sleep. Goodnight." She gives me a gentle kiss on the cheek as we cuddle into bed together and fall asleep in each others' arms.