Avery got out chocolate syrup, strawberry syrup and whipped cream. Funny that she had all that and no ice cream. She drizzled the syrups and sprayed on the cream while he put up the ice cream and washed and dried the scoop. She presented him with the bowl, toasting him with a grin. Her finger dipped into the whipped cream. Before she could pop it in her mouth, Colby took it and licked the cream off.
Her eyes followed the movement of his tongue on her finger and felt the pressure of his lips as they closed around the length. Shuddering with delight, she repeated the swipe of cream. Colby licked her finger again, shuddering himself.
"If you keep doing that, Avery, I'm gonna end up licking whipped cream off more than your finger."
Her puzzled frown cleared as understanding dawned. Her eyebrows rose and she opened her mouth.
"And don't say yuck, please?"
"I wasn't going to," she admitted softly. "I was imagining...."
Colby couldn't find words. He felt as if all the air had left his lungs. Avery swished off, calling over her shoulder, "Come on. I've got a movie."
One luxury that Avery allowed herself, was a Netflix subscription. She couldn't afford to go to the movies, but she loved them. She kept a basic subscription and had something new every couple of days.
"What's up?"
Avery liked a good adventure film, but she also loved chick flicks. Colby hated the love stories, but watched them stoically. He knew why she liked them. Happy endings made her feel as if life really wasn't so bad. At least someone was living happily ever after, even if it wasn't her.
"Just wait." She settled on the couch.
Colby sat next to her, getting comfortable as she started the movie playing. Distinctive music began and he grinned. One thing they both loved—Eighties action films. This one was a favorite. They watched it every chance the got.
"Running Man," Colby smiled.
"Nothing like seeing Arnold Schwarzenegger in his tight spandex," Avery declared.
"Except for seeing the hot Latina in hers. What's her name?"
"Maria Conchita Alonso. Why can't you remember that?"
"I don't have to. You remember it for me." He settled more comfortably as the movie began.
They finished their ice cream and set their bowls beside them on the floor. Avery sat close, her head on Colby's shoulder. He put his arm around her, resting his head on hers. Soon, her soft, slow breathing told him she was asleep. Instead of bothering her, he let her sleep. He wanted to fondle her, but figured she'd wake up, angry with him for being a pervert. Instead, he enjoyed the movie until she woke about twenty minutes later.
"I always sleep during that part," Avery admitted, stretching. "I guess I find it boring."
Colby chuckled. She was telling the truth. She always dozed off and woke up in the same spots every time they watched it.
"Pause it? I need to pee." She hopped up, picking up their bowls.
"I'll get those. Go pee." He took their bowls to the kitchen and washed them while she went to the bathroom. "Want nachos?" he asked when she came out.
"Pretzels and beer," she declared.
"You got it!"
"I'll get the pretzels, you get the beer." She opened the bag and dumped some of the Snyder's honey mustard pretzels into a bowl.
Colby opened two IBC's and carried them into the living room. As soon as he was settled, she clicked the remote. They watched the rest of the movie while nibbling pretzels and sipping their root beer. Part of the Running Man ritual was to yell warnings at the screen, and groan when they were ignored. They both cheered when the unscrupulous host got his comeuppance.
Once the movie was over, Avery opened the DVD player and put it in the envelope. Colby cleaned up the dishes. When he came back, Avery had set up Call of Duty. She handed him a controller and they started playing.
Long into the night, they rushed around shooting enemies and blowing shit up. They both wore headphones because of the neighbors. When they won a particularly difficult objective, Colby whopped, picking Avery up. Usually, he spun her in a victory circle. This time, he kissed her as he swung her. Breathless and dizzy, he set her down. She smiled up at him.
"I like that. You should do that more often."
"Which? Spin you, kiss you or win?"
She nudged him with her elbow. "All three." She glanced at the time. "Speaking of three."
"Damn, is it really that late?"
"Yup. First dibs on the bathroom," she said.
"Go. I'll clean up."
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