Miki/Misha - Last Row

I took my phone out of the pocket to check time, and goddamned thing slipped out and fell to the ground. Crap. I gotta stop being so clumsy, one day I’m going to break it. Admittedly, it’s a bit difficult – with only one hand, you don’t get a second chance at catching it. But it’s a weak excuse – how about not dropping it in the first place? I scowled, and sat down to pick it up – luckily, little bastard didn’t fall too far from me. Or from Misha. Nice. I lingered for a bit, looking at her legs. Beautiful. And a bit higher… Her skirt – a bit shorter than the school one. I could almost peek under it. Or maybe lift it a little? No one will notice, not even her…

“Miki! Green light, get up!”

Misha moved forward, not waiting for me. Welp. I’ll get another chance on the next traffic light. I quickly grabbed the phone, and stormed after her. Misha was already on the other side, impatiently tapping fingers on her tight. Her big, juicy tight. I cartoonishly licked my lips – and got Misha’s disappointed look in response – before finally catching up to her.

“Did you really try to look under my skirt in the middle of the street?” she asked wearily. Crap. There was no point in denying it now.

“Guilty as charged.” I smiled as wide as I could. “I mean, it was soooo close. I just wanted a tiny-whiny sneak peek of your butt. A glimpse!”

Misha looked at me menacingly. “You had what, whole yesterday’s evening to look at it? Was it not enough?!”

“Another view wouldn’t hurt.” I tried to give Misha my best puppy-eyed look, but it didn’t seem to work. “Okay, I’ll wait till the evening, I promise!”

“If you get a chance this time…” Misha smiled enigmatically, and turned away.

“What are you, a monster? Don’t deny me the only joy in life!”

Misha didn’t respond. Instead, she waved her hand towards an underground crossing.

“Let’s get through this one, and the theater should be right around the corner. Don’t drop anything.”

We squeezed through the crowd, and started making it down the steps. I clumsily tried to grab Misha’s hand, to no avail - she was too far. Dammit, I don’t know which turn to make here! I tried my best no to lose her pink drills in the sea of people, before we finally made it to the surface. Crowd thinned out, and I finally was able to catch up to her once again. This better not become a tradition.

“Why the hell are so many people out on the street today? It’s a weekend, go relax at home! Don’t interfere with MY free time!” I scolded the mob.

Misha chuckled at my remark. “Okay, we made it.”

Small local theater stared us right in the face. I whistled. “Welcome to civilization!”

Lobby wasn’t packed, but there were two sizeable lines – to ticket booth, and to snacks. With gestures only, I directed Misha to the first one, and went to pick us up some food. From my line, I met her eyes with mine – she winked at first, but then started staring at the ground. God damn, she’s cute when she’s shy!

I picked up big bucket of popcorn and a small cola – more than enough to get us through the movie – and dropped on a couch, waiting for my date to come by. And there she was, strolling down the lobby, nervously. Wait, what the hell was that?

“Do I see only one ticket?” I asked.

“Un, yeah…” Misha replied, her eyes at the floor.

“I’m sorry?” I was perplexed.

“I, uhh…”

Realization soon hit me. My poor, innocent Misha couldn’t pick up tickets for both of us. She was too shy to admit she was going out. I sighed loudly.

“So, if you want to sit on my face in your room, it’s all right. But when it comes to admitting that we’re on a date, you’re suddenly ashamed?”

Misha turned bright red. “Don’t talk so loudly!”

I rolled my eyes. Not that I was mad, it was just so weird. “What row/place did you get?”

“Last row, as you asked. Seat 15.”

I smiled. At least there’s something.

“Okay, wait here. I’ll grab another one.” I handled our snacks to Misha, and went in line – which, thank god, got significantly shorter. In just a couple minutes, I stared into seat picking screen. Phew, still one to the left of her.

“Last row, seat 16, please” I smiled to the girl behind the glass. Did I imagine things, or did she wink back at me? In any case, thanks, sister! I stormed off to already familiar couch – Misha was there salivating at our popcorn basket.

“Wait at least five minute, would ya?” I asked, plunging next to her. Misha looked offended at first, but quickly smiled back.

“I wasn’t thinking about nothing like that!” She took a look at her watch. “How long is the movie?”

“No idea.” I stared at my ticket, trying to find useful information. “Deadly Ninja III” – god, what a stupid name. And it’s the third instalment already?! Admittedly, first two were good – proper amount of blood and guts. Some funny jokes, too. Come to think of it, not the worst movie to go watch together with your girlfriend. If Misha gets scared, I will just shield her eyes. Ahh, there is the runtime – just over two hours. Passable.

“Two hours.” I proclaimed. “Will you be able to hold in the cola for that long?”

Misha blushed. “I think so.”

“If anything, you can pee in the popcorn basket after we finish it…”

“Miki!” Misha punched me in the arm, laughing. “What is wrong with you?”

“What? I already saw you pee - in the shower.”

“Misha’s face turned into a tomato. I chuckled. “Okay, sorry, I didn’t see nothing. And it doesn’t matter. Come on, let’s visit ladies room before it’s too late.”

I practically showed Misha into a bathroom stall, and went to wash my hand. So far so good – girls out in town, having fun by themselves. I noticed little girl staring at me washing my stump. Crap, I forgot about stuff like that. I forced a smile, and turned to her, waving – she grabbed her mom’s skirt. The woman looked at me in disgust. Nice going, lady. I suppressed my urges to show her a middle finger, and stormed out of the bathroom. Pricks.

Misha joined me in a minute. “Miki, what’s wrong? You’re scowling.”

I waived my foot. “Stubbed a toe, no big deal.”

Misha looked at me with concern. “Does it hurt?”

I forced a smile once again. “Not anymore!”

We squeezed in out seats. To the right of Misha was a couple, a guy and a girl in their early thirties. To the left of me, a boy our age – poor bastard’s face was half covered in acne. He awkwardly smiled, and I returned the gesture.

“Hi.” He mumbled.

“Hey there.” I plunged in my chair. “Interested in Deadly Ninja franchise too?”

His eyes lit up. “You too? I mean, yeah, I own both previous ones on DVD. Pretty hyped about this one!”

“Cool.” I made myself comfortable. “You also on a date?”

Poor guy visibly deflated. Oh, how cruel of me. I waited couple of seconds before turning to Misha – she was impatiently looking at her watch. Couple to the right of her was laughing loudly. I lowered my head to her ear.

“Magic of last row didn’t work out in our favor this time.” I whispered. “Place is packed to the brim.”

Misha gave me a worried look. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, you know… Just some privacy, maybe.”

Place was indeed full. Sunday, after all, what would you expect? I lowered my head once again.

“You know, people even manage to have sex at the last row in the movie theater.”

Misha gave me an mistrustful look. I continued.

“So, watch the couple to the right. If they start something indecent – cut them off!”

Misha chuckled nervously. “Who would get such an idea?”

“I don’t know. Us?”

Misha laughed. “Get out of here. Can’t we just watch a movie?”

I wanted to sneak in another sassy remark, but the lights went out. Movie was about to start, so I shut up and grabbed some popcorn.

I’m going to give them credit, it started strong right off the bat. Heads went flying, blood was looking good, and soundtrack, albeit generic, was good. I allowed myself to stretch my legs, and for a good half an hour just enjoy the film. Main character chased some bad guy across the roof, making impossible jumps – cool sequence to stuff your mouth to.

After a while though, I began to get bored. That goddamn necessary second part of the movie where everything goes to shit, and characters are at low point – who needs it? I turned to Misha once again.

“Anything fun happened to the right of you yet?”

Misha scowled. “Shh! And no.”

“What, nothing at all? He didn’t even try to show his hand down…”

Another loud “Shh!” from the row in front of us interrupted me. Fine. I lowered my voice even further.

“What do you think counts as having sex in a movie theater? Would that?” With those words, I lightly stroke Misha’s ear. She flinched, but didn’t resist.

“I don’t know. Definitely counts as sexual harassment, if you ask me.” She replied.

“Oh, you think so?” I lowered my hand, and it ended up on her knee. “What about this?”

My fingers started to move up her thigh. Finally, when it started to get dangerous, Misha pried my hand off her leg.

“For god’s sake, Miki!”

“Fine.” I threw my hand in the air. “My part is making an offer. You know where to find me if you change your mind.”

Thankfully, movie started to get back on track. Titular ninja managed to form a small team to go after a main villain. Question was, who’s gonna die first. I got some more popcorn, counting their chances of survival in my head.

Happy to report, I was right. MC’s best friend got impaled on some bad guy’s sword – just as I expected. No way would they kill the love interest, and the rest of their group was too insignificant. I gleefully rubbed my arm and stump together.

Right before the final battle, things started to get hot between two main characters. Uh oh, a mandatory bed scene. I grinned, and stared at Misha. She was promptly displeased.

“Why do they have to include that? And besides, he had such a strong bond with his best friend, why couldn’t he stay with him instead of this skank?”

I chuckled so hard I almost snorted. “Come on, Misha. Don’t expect too much out of these simplistic movies.”

Misha was adamant though. “This would be a good turn!”

Girl on the screen lost her bra, revealing an impressive chest.

“Nice jugs.” I commented.

“That I can’t deny.” Misha conceded.

Final fight was about to begin, but I didn’t care. With people’s eyes, glued to the screen, I decided to make my move. I leaned to Misha, and kissed her on the cheek. Wonder if guy to the left noticed? I kinda hope he did. Misha once again groaned, and received another kiss for that.

“Movie is almost over. Can’t you suppress your urges?”

“No.” I wrapped my hand around her. “Two hours is too much time.”

I felt that Misha didn’t want to resist herself. Finally, she turned her head, pressing her lips against mine.

“Now that’s better.” I whispered, before a long kiss.

Misha also extended her hand, and grabbed my head. For couple of minutes, I completely forgot we were in a movie theater, surrounded by the sea of people. Just her and me.

“Let’s get out?” She finally asked.

I feigned surprise. “What, you don’t care how it ends?”

Misha smiled. “I think I can figure it out.”

We started to make it to the entrance, to the displeasure of people around us. I deliberately stepped on some guy’s toe for not letting us pass for some time, pretending not to notice. Take that, chump! I pushed Misha forward, and we basically ran out of the hall into the lobby. This time, Misha decided to lead – she grabbed my hand, and stormed towards the bathroom. I gladly followed – thankfully, it was empty. I slammed the door, and ended up in Misha’s embrace. She pressed me against the counter, and for a while, just held me tight, while kissing me on the neck. I finally got my hand free, and snuck it down, between Misha’s thighs – she squeaked.

“God domn, you’re burning down there!” I proclaimed.

“Your fault.” She parried.

“You won’t last until we get home!”

Misha pouted. “Yes, I will.”

Squeaky door abruptly ended our exchange. Quickly, we both turned to mirror, acting like we were just fixing our makeup. God damn, that was smooth. Proud of my girl.

“Let’s head back?” I whispered to Misha.

“To movie? Or dorm?”

“The latter.”

Misha nodded. “I have to take a look at my homework anyway.”

We chuckled, and headed to the door.

In the lobby, we mixed with the same people who were in the theater – guess the movie ended after all.

“That was great! Especially the ending!” I heard a voice.

“Yeah, I also like the ending the most.” Misha whispered to me. We laughed, to some weird glances from people around us.

“Well, I don’t think it was the ending after all. Still, some unanswered questions. I think we should discuss the movie more properly – as soon as we get home. We can pick up right where we left off…” I winked to Misha.

“Oh, sure.” Misha nodded energetically. “There’s a lot I want to say.”

We walked out of the theater hand in hand. Well, hand in stump. Whatever.