Just Muse Me 25.1.5 Kiss Quote
"A kiss is just a pleasant reminder that two heads are better than one." - Unknown
Date nights were catch as catch could. Which was to be expected when you were dating a police detective, but there were times when he had a stretch of nights where he was more out of the house than in, where Pam spent her evenings nuking leftovers and curling up in bed with a book and an empty feeling and she wished he was home.
Which was why date nights were special, and sacrosanct.
Date nights involved movies, picked by alternating who got to choose, and popcorn, and the couch. Going out was complicated; staying in was simple, especially when it just boiled down to the essentials. Food. Entertainment. Each other.
They always started with his arm around her and her snuggled into his side, feet on the couch, knees pulled up. They often ended with popcorn in his hair or down her shirt. Which he would then have to fish out, of course. There were times when she stood up, paused the movie, and did an absurd little dance that involved shaking her shirt out on her body and stamping up and down and turning in a bouncy circle while he laughed so hard he almost fell off the couch or bonked his head on the arm. Once. That had happened once.
By the time they'd fished the popcorn out they missed the end of the movie, and they'd have to rewind and watch from the last part they remembered. And then they paid attention the second time. And it was midnight by the time that was over, or later if it was a longer movie. By now they were half drowsing and his breath was tickling under her hair and over the back of her neck. Or against her cheek. All she had to do was turn her head.
Always, she did.
Morning would find them still tangled up together on the couch, the morning after most date nights. They didn't usually make it to the bed. Not always stripped down, sometimes date night involved half-awake kissing until lips were tender and swollen and they were both breathless. Just cuddling up on the couch and kissing until they drifted off. Other times... well, other times they didn't make it to the bed for other reasons.
Always, though, date night involved a lot of cuddling and a lot of kissing. Salty, popcorn-flavored, sometimes beer-flavored kisses. Soft ones that lingered on the mouth as the credits rolled. Light ones over the top of the head or the forehead in between scenes. Afterwards, long kisses, deep, pressing mouths together while they worked on pressing other body parts together in ways that fit just as well. Any way they could be together. For the few hours of date night, the time was theirs.
Date nights were catch as catch could. Which was to be expected when you were dating a police detective, but there were times when he had a stretch of nights where he was more out of the house than in, where Pam spent her evenings nuking leftovers and curling up in bed with a book and an empty feeling and she wished he was home.
Which was why date nights were special, and sacrosanct.
Date nights involved movies, picked by alternating who got to choose, and popcorn, and the couch. Going out was complicated; staying in was simple, especially when it just boiled down to the essentials. Food. Entertainment. Each other.
They always started with his arm around her and her snuggled into his side, feet on the couch, knees pulled up. They often ended with popcorn in his hair or down her shirt. Which he would then have to fish out, of course. There were times when she stood up, paused the movie, and did an absurd little dance that involved shaking her shirt out on her body and stamping up and down and turning in a bouncy circle while he laughed so hard he almost fell off the couch or bonked his head on the arm. Once. That had happened once.
By the time they'd fished the popcorn out they missed the end of the movie, and they'd have to rewind and watch from the last part they remembered. And then they paid attention the second time. And it was midnight by the time that was over, or later if it was a longer movie. By now they were half drowsing and his breath was tickling under her hair and over the back of her neck. Or against her cheek. All she had to do was turn her head.
Always, she did.
Morning would find them still tangled up together on the couch, the morning after most date nights. They didn't usually make it to the bed. Not always stripped down, sometimes date night involved half-awake kissing until lips were tender and swollen and they were both breathless. Just cuddling up on the couch and kissing until they drifted off. Other times... well, other times they didn't make it to the bed for other reasons.
Always, though, date night involved a lot of cuddling and a lot of kissing. Salty, popcorn-flavored, sometimes beer-flavored kisses. Soft ones that lingered on the mouth as the credits rolled. Light ones over the top of the head or the forehead in between scenes. Afterwards, long kisses, deep, pressing mouths together while they worked on pressing other body parts together in ways that fit just as well. Any way they could be together. For the few hours of date night, the time was theirs.