Love Charms (36 page)

Evan
lowered me to the ground and gave me one last peck on the lips before escaping
towards his duffel bag.  The others outside, caring little about our relaxed
safety, continued to pound on the glass doors.  I watched them, but I wasn't
scared anymore.  We were safe; Evan was safe.

Jonny
followed Evan to his bag.  For good measure, he grabbed the emergency release
for the sprinkler system in the foyer and pulled it, too.

Harsh,
sharp water like acidic knives sprayed onto the two in the foyer.  Evan
furrowed his brow, watching them scream in pain.  He didn't understand because
I never told him, but both Jonny and I did.  It hurt.  It hurt so badly that
I'd do anything to escape from the rain.  The two in the foyer felt the same. 
Tripping over each other, grasping at the outer door handle, they flung
themselves into the chill evening air.

Jonny
turned off the sprinklers and nodded for Evan to do what he needed to do.

The
two of them hovered over Evan's precious duffel bag.  Evan opened it, glancing
my way, hiding something from my view.  Enlightened, Jonny grinned.  The two of
them almost shook hands once more, but decided against it this time.

"I
think I can help you out," Jonny said.

* * *

Jonny
ushered us into one of the empty theatre rooms, using a flashlight to show us
the way.  Evan and I settled on a seat in the middle; not too close or too far
away from the screen.  We sat at the end near to center aisle.  Evan had
brought his bag with him and he kept it near him, protective.

"I'm
not sure how this is going to work," I said.

"It'll
work," Evan said.  "I promise."

Jonny
left to go fetch some part of Evan's plan.  Neither of them would tell me
anything about any of this.  I worried, though.  Was this alright?  We'd just
been attacked, chased into the theatre by the others, and now...

Now
I was cuddling up to Evan, holding onto his arm and laying my head on his
shoulder.  Daring, I tilted my face up and kissed beneath his chin.  Even more
daring, he looked down at me and kissed me full on.

"Evan,"
I said, playful.  "Do we really need a movie?"

"What?"
he asked, our lips never parting.

"Did
you ever go to the theatre as a teenager, on a date, and then by the end of the
movie you realized you hadn't watched any of it?"

I
snuck my hand in his lap, pressing against the crotch of his pants.  I couldn't
feel the heat of it, not yet, but Evan rewarded my efforts with a twitch and
throb from his hidden package.

"Sadie,"
he said, teasing me.  "What kind of first date is this?"

"I
missed you," I said.  "I was so worried, Evan.  What if you didn't
make it?  What if they caught you?  Please don't do anything like that
again."

Needy,
needing him, wanting to touch and feel him and keep him close, my hand massaged
at the constant, persistent throb coming from between his thighs now.  Evan
reached over my shoulder with one arm and pulled me close.  His other hand took
up a place on my left breast, squeezing and groping my chest over my shirt.

"You
don't have to worry," he said.  "I promise."

"You
say that, but..."

I
looped my hands into his pants and undid the button at the top.  Unzipping them
slowly, slower still, we started to...

"This
is the best I can do," Jonny said, coming into the theatre.  "It
should work, though."

Like
two kids caught making out in a car, Evan and I split away from each other. 
Frantic, he zipped up his pants and re-buttoned them and tried to act cool.  I
couldn't help but laugh.

"Cute,
you two.  Real cute.  You're lucky there's extenuating circumstances here or
I'd boot you two out."  Jonny flashed his flashlight at us, pretending to
be menacing.

"Sorry,"
Evan and I murmured.

"Eh,
what the hell do I care?  You're the two crazies who're going on a date at an
abandoned movie theatre at the end of the world.  If you want to have some fun,
go ahead.  Just wait until I'm gone, will you?"

Evan
nodded.  I nodded.  Jonny pulled a rolling cart up the short steps to our
seats.  It was the type of cart they kept in the lobby for special treats, like
candied apples during Halloween or special samples, pamphlets, or whatever.  It
stood about as high as the seatbacks of our theatre chairs and rolled on four
wheels, but seemed easy enough to handle and light enough that Jonny pulled it
up to us without issue.  Evan slipped away from me, bringing his bag with him,
and he and Jonny set up the cart alongside our seats.

"Here's
a spare flashlight," Jonny said.  "The batteries last forever, but
don't abuse it, alright?  There's a jumbo sized bucket of popcorn on the bottom
shelf of the cart, too.  If you need water or soda or something, we've got some
in the coolers, but they haven't worked for months so the stuff's going to be
warm.  Nothing I can do there."

"Thanks,"
Evan said.  "You're a good guy, Jonny.  I..."  He hesitated. 
"This is dumb, but I knew it.  I always knew this wasn't some kind of
zombie thing.  I mean, I guess it is, but you and Sadie, you both give me
hope.  I don't know if I can, but if I ever find a cure or figure something out
or..."

"Hey,"
Jonny said.  "Evan.  Look.  I appreciate the idea, I really do, but let's
not get overly sentimental here, you know?  And, really, there's something kind
of enticing about being the last movie usher in the world, isn't there?  It's
not actually exciting, but I like to pretend.  I don't mind this whole zombie
thing, even if I apparently have a pulse.  It's not the best ever, but, you
know how it is."

"Yeah,
well, thanks, still.  If you ever need anything, just ask, alright?"

"You
got it."

Jonny
trudged out of the theatre, his flashlight swishing back and forth as he walked
down the steps, leaving Evan and I alone.

Evan
clicked on the spare flashlight and went to work.  Opening his bag, he pulled
something out of it and set it up on top of the push cart.  I stared at him,
confused, pretty sure he was crazy.

"Is
that a laptop?" I asked.

Evan
grinned wide.  "Uh huh!"

"What,
how?"

"Everyone
always thought it was dumb," he said, "but I'm kind of an outdoors
geek.  I love hunting and all of that, but I never wanted to leave my laptop
too far behind.  Studying, playing games, whatever.  I just like having it
around just in case, you know?  So I bought a solar array and..."

"A
what?"

"A
solar array.  Uh... it's like a solar panel, but you can fold it up?  Bring it
around with you?  Put it anywhere.  I got one specifically for stuff like my
laptop, cell phone, whatever.  Keeps them charged pretty good when it's sunny
out, and it still works alright if it's cloudy.  And now?  It's pretty much a
godsend."

"So
you have a fully charged laptop is what you're telling me?" I asked. 
"Because you're a geek?"

Evan
nodded.  "Basically.  And movies."

I
laughed.  "You're so strange."

"
I'm
strange?"

"I
don't think I'm strange," I said.

"Fair
enough."  Evan turned on the laptop and let it power up, then shuffled
around in his bag.  "I've got a few DVDs," he said.  "I thought
maybe you'd like this one, though."  He held one up for me, shining the
flashlight on it.  "I saw the book on your bedside table the other day and
thought maybe you'd like it.  What do you think?  Want to watch this or
something else?"

He
held up a DVD with two people caught out in the rain, blue, cloudy skies
overhead.  The man's white shirt was soaked through and he had his hand around
the woman's back, pulling her in.  She held his face in her hands and their
noses touched.  They nearly kissed one another, so close together, passionate
and sensual.

"
The
Notebook
," I whispered.  "I love that movie.  It's so sad,
though.  But happy, too."

Evan
smiled and pressed a button on the laptop's DVD drive.  The computer whirred
and the drive opened.  "It's one of my favorites," he said. 
"Yeah, it's kind of sad at the end, but it's a good story."  He
opened the movie case, put the DVD into the drive, shut it, and let the
computer do the rest.

* * *

Evan
and I watched the movie.  We tried to watch the movie, at least.  I don't know
why but my hand kept inexplicably reaching for his crotch, though.  Also, our
faces randomly happened to look away from the laptop screen and towards each
other, too.  I couldn't eat much popcorn, myself, but Evan enjoyed it, and I
enjoyed the sweet taste of butter and salt it left on his lips.

I
grabbed for Evan's pants again, making no secret of what I was doing.  I
managed to release the button at the top before he gently pulled my hand away
and stopped me.

"Sadie,"
he said, sounding serious but smiling.  "We're supposed to be watching the
movie."

"I
don't want to watch the movie," I said.  "I want to kiss you."

So
warm and close; I loved the feel of Evan touching me.  Our lips together,
infused with passion, my hand in his crotch, his hand on my breasts, leaning
towards one another, moving into each other.

Evan
shook his head, no.  I pouted, reluctant, and looked back at the laptop
screen.  Evan grabbed a handful of popcorn and tossed it on the floor at my
feet.

"What
are you doing?" I asked, looking at him funny.

"Whoops! 
How did that happen?  I must have dropped it.  Let me clean that up."

I
didn't think anything of this at first.  Evan being Evan, silly and goofy, but
apparently that wasn't all Evan had planned for right now.  He got to his hands
and knees and crawled between my legs, picking up the scattered popcorn and
placing it into a pile off to the side.

Once
he finished that, he undid the button on
my
pants, slid the zipper down
before I realized it, then started pulling them down.  I helped him,
thoughtless, lifting my butt off the seat.  He peeled my pants down to my
ankles, pulled my shoes off, and brought my pants along with them.

"Um,"
I said, staring at him.  I sat in the theatre seat in only my shirt and
panties, with Evan kneeling between my legs.

He
glanced at the movie.  "This is my favorite part."

I
looked, too.  I didn't even remember what part we were at.  I still didn't
remember afterwards because as soon as I looked away, Evan slinked forward,
pulled my panties to the side, and buried his mouth in my crotch.

I
arched my back, gasping.  He moved so suddenly and swiftly and the hot, humid
feel of his lips and breath kissing against my exposed slit was something
altogether otherworldly.  I clutched at the armrests to my sides, tense, and
Evan lapped at my folds.

"You're
cool," he said, stopping for half a second before licking up and down
along the outer edge of my labia.  "And soft.  And sweet.  You're
beautiful, Sadie."

"Evan..." 
I both wanted and didn't want to speak.  My legs buckled, feet splaying out,
but my knees squeezed at his shoulders.

He
lapped at my folds, enjoying my taste.  I was excited before, enjoying our
kissing and fondling, but now I was wet.  My arousal coated Evan's tongue and
his lips and he licked at me like I was some sweet candy, some delicious movie
theatre treat.  I half-remembered we still had the chocolate Turtles in our
pockets.  Maybe they'd melted a little since we'd left them there for so long. 
I felt like I was melting a lot right about now.

I
reached out and grabbed Evan's hair with my fingers and pulled him closer to
me.  He obliged me readily and slipped his tongue up and down my slit, pushing
it slightly inside of me.  Licking at my inner depths, heating me with his
breath and his tongue and his lips and himself.  I yanked on his hair without
thinking, then I realized what I'd done and stopped.

"Sorry,
sorry!" I said, holding my hands up and away from his head.

Evan
laughed and looked up at me.  "Do it again.  It's alright.  I liked it. 
You're really excited, aren't you?"

I
nodded fast and put my hands back on his head.  Tentative and cautious, I
weaved his hair between my fingers, clenching and pulling at it.

Evan
stroked me with his warm, wet tongue, kindling my body and lighting me ablaze. 
I felt like an old-fashioned furnace, abandoned until the first ice of winter
caked the windows with frost but now filled to the brim with wood and being put
to good use.  My body felt so warm and tight, heat emanating from Evan's mouth
to my core and trailing into the rest of my being.

I
bit my lower lip painfully hard, almost to the breaking point, but I didn't
care.  I was close to another breaking point, too, and that one I cared about.

Lifting
my hips off the chair, I pushed against Evan's mouth.  Deftly, he slipped his
hands under my ass and pulled me closer to him.  I wriggled in the chair, hot
and undone, my body clenching and squeezing against him, ready to burst.