“Spoil sport.” But I’m rewarded with a thigh squeeze and happily settle in as the lights go down and the movie begins.
Its not long before I realise that this is an older film and a saucy one at that. I had never seen Nine 1/2 weeks before and had mentioned it a few times to Seb over the years. I can’t believe he’s remembered but more importantly, I can’t believe we are going to watch this in here - together.
I feel his eyes flicker over me but I continue to watch the screen, as Kim Basinger makes her first appearance. The cheesy 80’s music filtering through the cinema surround sound is fabulously kitsch and I squish Seb’s hand in thanks. This is just what I wanted. Something really unusual and me and him - alone.
“You happy?”
“Very. I can’t believe you’ve arranged this. We were only talking about it the other night with Abby & Nathan.”
“Mmm hmmm, and I’m going to prove you wrong.” My confused frown is enough for him to continue his explanation. “…that porn, albeit soft porn has its place. It’s suggestive and provocative and will wet your appetite.”
Just watching his mouth say the word wet is enough to turn me on but I’m not about to give him the upper-hand and instead revert to pretend prudish Lulu. “Sshhh - you’re spoiling the movie.” I smirk at him, and brush a lock of hair back off my face. “There is no way that this type of film can turn me on. I’ve already told you that, Mr. Silver. I prefer the real thing.”
“We’ll see.” Then he leans in and whispers in my ear, his rough unshaven stubble, tickling my lobe and I shiver at the subtle touch. “I love a challenge Ms. Myers and you are most certainly that.”
We let our hands drop to link between us, his thumb stroking rhythmically up and down and I take one last look at his devastating profile before returning my focus to Kim’s journey through the streets of New York. It’s not long before she is in a China Town Deli, with Mickey Rourke making his presence known. His intensive smile is enough to catch Kim’s eye. We watch for a while, and I inch closer to the delicious man next to me, casually sipping his beer. I’m desperate to feel his leg against mine.
I love the seductive reggae music as they wander through the flea market, John catching sight of Lizzie, whilst she admires a scarf, and the fact that she is so happy to openly dance - be free. “She reminds me of you. Adorable, unaware of your sexiness and hot! And with a fuckable mouth!” Seb whispers suggestively in my ear.
I lick my lips to moisten my dry mouth, in the dark. The man was good with words. Rather like Mickey - intelligent and witty with a dark edge to him. The way he buys her the scarf is something Seb would do. In fact reminds me of the time he bought me Louboutin’s and then made me wear them for him. Twenty plus minutes into the script and their unmistakeable attraction is drawing me in, zinging every part of my body to life and making me restless next to my own tall dark lover. I can totally relate to Kim’s panic at just letting herself let go and allowing herself to get swallowed up in the maddening draw of such a seductive man.
Sebastian’s hand skims my neck, as his arm slides around me, once again. My spine tingles at the lightest of contact, just as I watch Kim blindfolded. Again I remember the tremble of fear as the mask was tied behind my head but at least I was able to see something. I’m not sure I’d like complete dependence upon a man in such a way. The clink of the ice in its glass is like I’m back in Room 22. I feel like I’m watching myself up there on the big screen with Seb toying with me. His fingers knead my shoulder, warm and firm. My nipples are erect at just the thought, pushing through my dress, aching and heavy. I wish he’d reach down and grab my breast.
I take a sip of my diet coke in it’s glass bottle, through the straw, catching the condensation running down the bottle with my tongue. I can feel Seb’s eyes upon me, his other hand on my knee. The heat emanating from him is comforting in the air-conditioned theatre, even though I’m already becoming hot and bothered. The sound of my own breath rings in my ears. Every slight movement is not enough, not nearly enough. Kim’s character is erotically charged, obsessed and can’t concentrate on her work. Her body needing to be touched continuously. She is me.
I hate that yet again the controlling alpha male that fills my waking thoughts and turbulent dreams, is right. This kind of movie is a turn-on when you’re with the person that turns you on; the only person who can turn you on and with whom you can be yourself.
Jumping, my eyes fasten on a figure making his way towards us, interrupting our private party for two. How dare he? He’s carrying a tray but after placing it on a side table at the edge of the sofa, he gives a quick polite nod to Sebastian, before scurrying away, as fast as his legs will carry him. The sense of relief is immense.