[My Art] Evol

An evening rendezvous away from curious eyes. A little love never hurt anyone, right? --------------------------------------- "I don’t get it. Or maybe I just don't get you, Olivia. Where are we going?" Sarah asks, her words tinged with confusion as we sneak into the theater through the back alley door. "Don't worry, you'll see. Just shake off the dizziness," I say, trying to hide my excitement behind a playful grin. Earlier, when I glanced into Sarah's eyes amidst the chaos, something changed—something that felt like romance, of all things. I excused the two of us from Amber and Kat. Told them I had something extra special in mind for her. Which wasn’t a lie. Guiding her up the stairs, I sneak a peek at the screen, oh this one. I think I remember it." "We didn't pay for a ticket; we might get in trouble if security finds us!" Sarah whispers anxiously. I give her a reassuring nudge. "Relax a little. No one's going to find us." As we settle into our seats, I look directly into her eyes, feeling bold and adventurous. "C’mon. You and me. Movie date." Sarah blushes, looking more confused than anything. "A date? After what just happened outside? Feels like we're doing things in reverse, if you ask me." As the movie starts, I realize we lucked out, skipping the mundane beginning. I sneak glances at Sarah, watching her eyes dance between the screen and me, having a hard time focusing on the movie. Breaking the silence, she voices her concerns. "Do you think they’re still... doing that stuff outside? I’m a little worried about my friend… and Haley," she admits. "Yeah, no movie for them, you guys got a different kind of show. I’m kind of surprised you all showed up, didn’t stand a chance against us. Amber figured you wouldn’t show at all." While talking I can’t help myself, seizing the moment, I plant a playful kiss on her cheek. "I’m glad you did, though." Sarah's blush deepens, transforming into a furrowed brow. "Jessica was supposed to be our secret weapon! She was going to use her magic to light Amber’s hair on fire. Thought in the confusion we might actually stand a chance…" "Ooh. Jessica can throw fireballs? I had no idea," I respond, curiosity outweighing the potential danger that these theoretical fireballs would’ve posed. “She was supposed to. But she froze or something. Did you see what happened to her? All I could see was stars under you.” I nod. “Yeah, Kat got her when she started getting all glowy. Knowing her, Jessica’s probably got shoved up her butt.” Sarah recoils in disgust at the imagery my words conjured. Oops, probably shouldn’t have said that. “Ew, gross. You didn’t have to say it out loud, y’know?” I shrug, “Funny.” Sarah groans, but relents like she always does. "Funny to you maybe, you haven’t had to spend the night as a buttplug. I have! It stinks! Figuratively and literally." As I continue laughing to myself she settles into watching the movie, the tension from the earlier chaos slowly fading away as I continue sneaking kisses on her cheek, and then her neck, and then her lips. Sarah's hand finds mine, and we share a moment of unspoken understanding—this unusual turn of events has brought us closer in a way neither of us expected. “This is… messed up.” “Do you want me to stop?” “...No.” --------------------------------------- All characters belong to me. Always welcome engagement, fanart, and fanfic!