EroticReverie

Seline Starling

We bring popcorn, candies, and sodas into the small theatre room, sharing the long leather couch at the front, reclining our seats, with one in between us to hold our mountain of snacks, and it's just like old times for the next hour and half as we watch a comedy, both of us laughing at the same parts we always used to, holding our stomachs at the same time, repeating the famous quotes together. It's only ten oclock when Dalton tells me to pick another one. I pick the Notebook much to his dismay. 

"It's a good movie!" I argue as I start it. 

"It's not that I disagree...it's that you sob like a baby everytime." 

"So what! You're supposed to cry! It's sad!" I say tossing the controller onto the seat And Dalton starts to move the snacks to the other side of him, and slides into the seat, next to me and reclines it, throwing his arm over the back of my head along the couch. 

"Yeah, but I hate watching you cry. It's the fucking worst." he says, taking the remote and lifting it. Turning up the volume a little as I turn my head and look at him. 

"yeah...typical guy...cant handle a females tears" I tease and he looks down at me narrowing his eyes.

"I can handle tears ....I just dont like when my sunshine turns to rain." he says and I feel my heart and stomach both flutter. 

"I promise not to cry." I say and he laughs and I bite back a smile. "Okay I wont cry..A LOT" I say and he leans over kisses my head. 

"Cry all you want Little Star...as long as you let me hold you when you do." he whispers. 

"always" I whisper and then snuggle up to him, resting my head on his chest, his arm sliding off the back of the couch and around me.  I smile to myself, thinking about all the tears he'd wiped from my cheeks over the years, the anguish in his face whenever I cried. And I was a pretty emotional girl, so...it was often. Sometimes over little things, sometimes over bigger things. But he never treated any of my tears differently. Treated them all the same, as if he wanted to eliminate every possible thing on earth that could ever dare to make me cry. My mother couldnt calm me, neither could Daniel...it was only ever in Daltons arms, and soft hushes as he wiped my cheeks, that could ever bring me back to peace. 

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I bawl like a fucking baby. 

"alright, yep, c'mere " Dalton says as I wipe my cheeks with the sleeves of my hoodie, stammering over my words, questioning why they had to die like I always do everytime we watch it. He tugs me up and onto his lap as my emotions get the best of me.

"I know, I know" he says, stroking my hair, and pressing little "Shhh" noises into my hair as I break down. The movie gutted me, every single time. 

"it's s-so -s-sad" I choke on tears and Dalton hugs me and lets me soak his white t shirt with my tears. 

"I know" he says, gently stroking my arm through my hoodie, rubbing it up and down, pressing kisses into my hair. 

"w-why c-couldnt they j-just l-live , i dont know w-why they h-had to d-die" I hyperventilate.

"shhhh" Dalton says and I then kisses my forehead. "You gotta stop watching that movie sunshine" 

I shake myhead. "It's t-too good" I say and lift my head and wipe my cheeks with my sleeves and then my nose. 

I look up at him and he smiles softly. 

"You gonna be okay?" he asks , and its not in a teasing way, because he knows how deeply I feel for that movie.  I nod, swiping the tears still falling as I hiccup and nod. 

"Cmere sunshine" he says, tucking me back against him as I still sit sideways in his lap at let him cradle me to his chest, resting my head on his chest and sniffling. 

"I love you" he whispers and kisses the top of my head. "I love you so much, and I hate your tears, but I've missed them" 

"e-everyone needs a little r-rain" I sniffle and he chuckles, chest shaking.

"yeah, they do, dont they?" he says and then gently leans me back, so my head tilts and he looks at me. 

"always the cutest..even when you cry" he sighs, lifting his hand, gently swiping my cheek and leaning down and kissing it, my eyes closing. 

He kisses my other cheek, then my nose, then my forehead and then tucks my head back to his chest. 

"You wanna watch another one?" he asks and I nod, because I didnt want to go to bed, I didnt want to move from his lap or his arms. I didn't want to move from the comfort of my best friend , didnt want to put an end to tonight , even after so much happened and both our minds still needed time to process what we were doing, or if we were doing anything at all. But right now , I just wanted to sit here on Dalton's lap and pretend there weren't unanswered questions and feelings lingering between us. I wanted to sit here and just be the two peas in a pod that we've always been, have him wipe my tears, and laugh with me like we always used to. 

When Dalton chooses a horror flick next, I whimper as I sit back in my spot beside him, his arm still around me. 

"What's wrong, someone a scaredy cat?" he teases, nudging me and I place my hand on his chest, and slap him lightly. 

"You KNOW I am." I huff, but these were the rules of movie night. This was the order of things....we'd chosen one together...then my pick....then his.....we often only watched one at a time back when I was younger....but we took turns....always kept the rotation of how the movie was chosen. His weren't always scary picks, but when they were....I never slept well.....and I'd make him sleep on the floor in my room that night to protect me. He gladly did. Always putting himself on the floor between me and the door. 

"You're gonna have to sleep on my floor." I tell him and he chuckles softly.

"How about I just sleep next to you Little Star?" he whispers as the movie starts. 

I clutch his shirt, even the opening scene, sending chills up my fucking spine. And I nod.

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I jump about a million times, making him laugh each time, and pulling me close, I bury my face in his shirt, and he urges me to watch as I shake my head refusing to look until I deem it might be safe. I hated scary movies. Loathed them. I only ever watched them for him. My brave little sacrifice for all the things he always did for me. My way of showing him I could do things for him too, even if I didnt want to. 

"fuck, that was awful" I say, Dalton smiling at me as I shiver. 

"I'm going to put a doll that looks just like her in your bed" he says and I slap his chest.

"fuck you, that's not even funny! don't say that!" I squeak and he laughs, and then stands up and I immediately stand and crowd him, standing close. 

"Turn on the lights for me?" I whimper. 

"Of course Little Star" he says, leaning down, kissing the top of my head, knowing the drill. Hugging me tight to him as he walks over to the side of the wall, my eyes shut until I can see the brightness through my lids. 

"There you go" he says, rubbing my back. 

"I really hate when you choose scary movies." I huff. Still clinging to him and looking up at him. 

He smiles, reaching to my face, stroking my cheeks with his fingers and pushing stray hairs behind my ears. 

"Yeah, but I needed a reason to keep myself close to you tonight, ....so I could tell myself it was to keep you from being afraid...instead of what it really is" he says and blink up at him. 

"what is it really?" I ask. 

"That I want to know what it feels like to have you fall asleep in my arms." he says softly, stroking hair. 

"Are you going to stay with me..all night?" I ask, knowing that I used to wake up to him on my floor, my protector never leaving my side when I was terrified from the scary movies. 

"Do you want me to?" he asks and I nod. 

"yes" I answer, and he reaches down and lifts me, making me smile as I wrap my arms and legs around him. 

"hold on tight, while I grab the junk" he says and I laugh, giggling and squealing slightly as I wrap my legs tighter, arms around his neck, both of us laughing as he bends over with me hanging at his front, as he scoops of the tray of junk food and our empty soda cans, and I just bury my face in his neck as he walks. 

He walks us to the kitchen when I keep hanging on, watching him as he rinses the cans and tosses them, walking around the kitchen with me just holding onto him, as if I weigh nothing and present no obstacle for him as he puts the half-eaten junk food back in the pantry. 

"Can I say one little, small thing that might count as me not behaving?" I ask and he chuckles. 

"why do i have a feeling you're going to say it whether or not I allow it?" he says, shutting the pantry. 

I scoff. "rude, i would not" 

"alright, then no, you may not" he says.

"Hey!" I squeak and lift my head and scowl at him. 

"You're just saying no to test me!" I huff. 

"I'm saying no, cause I dont want another four hour hard on Sel." he says and I blink.

"Okay, well. YOU just said something that counts as not behaving so it's only fair if I get to say-" 

"Fuck just say it, im already half hard" he groans, and I gasp, my jaw dropping open. 

"Okay, see, now...you're REALLY not behaving" I say and he laughs. 

"you're clinging to me like a hot little pink ball of cotton candy, in your cute little sweats and hoodie, after scratching me with your nails all through the movie when you clutched my shirt or my arms , how can I not get fucking hard Sel?" he says and I just sit there, mouth wide looking at him. 

"okay, well it's YOUR fault i scratched you! it's your fault i look like a ball of cotton candy! I COULD have worn something tight and tiny...maybe TOMORROW night i'll wear a little nightie...nice and sheer Dalton...so you can see my-"

I yelp as he grabs my ass.

"you need to be quiet" he groans and then hoists me higher, jerking me upward and I gasp, my breath catching as he lifts me up and farrrrrr away from his cock , bringing my face higher than his as he looks up at me. 

"i dont think it's a good idea for me to sleep in your bed" he groans.

"you have to" I say and slip my hands behind his head into his hair. 

"i think i should take the floor, like i used to" he says, groaning and I shake my head. 

"No, because that's what you USED to do.....that's not how you're going to keep me safe at night now." I tell him and he licks his lips, looking at me and smile, gently squeezing his hair in my fingers. 

"Just for tonight" he groans, eyes closing as I gently tug his hair.

"What if im still scared tomorrow night?" I ask and he opens his eyes. 

"And the night after that...and the night after that" I whisper, grinning slightly. 

"Sel" he groans. 

I dip my face down, kissing his cheek, to his jaw and to his ear.

"Take me to bed Dalton, I want to fall asleep with you"