Getaway Ch 9: Movie Night

Charlaine Harris owns almost everything. I own the rest.

To be fair to Joss Whedon, BTVS the movie did not follow his script, and the powers that be turned his vision into a piece of shit. The movie is really terrible, but sort of funny to watch in the spirit of really bad movies that you can make fun of. Thankfully Joss decided to try again and had the artistic freedom to bring Buffy and the rest of the BTVS universe to life. I love Joss Whedon and think he is a genius and have watched almost everything he’s ever had his hand in. I just had to say this before slaughtering the movie.

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Movie Night

When we arrived back at our room, I undressed and pulled on a soft nightgown, getting ready to settle down for the night.

I grabbed the remote to choose the first movie we would watch. The titles available were easily the most comprehensive list of vampire themed movies I had ever seen. Scrolling through them, I stopped on “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” and knowing how horrid the movie was I selected it and flopped on the bed getting ready for an hour and a half of terrible dialogue and worse acting.

Eric joined me on the bed, with only his pants on, and said, “Is this like the TV show that I watched at your house?” He seemed excited, and then his face fell as I started laughing.

“No, this is terrible. You have to clear your mind and think of this as something else all together. Don’t expect it to have clever and campy dialogue, this has got to be one of the worst movies of all times, so hold onto your hat because it’s starting!!” I stifled my laughing and glanced at him. He was puzzled. Why would I choose such an awful movie? Because it was ridiculously funny.

Eric sat and stared at the screen for a while without saying anything. He looked confused, then disgusted. “Why are their ears so pointy? Is that what people think of vampires?”

“Hey, this movie came out before ya’ll did, how were they supposed to know?” I had my eyes glued to the TV, snorting in laughter occasionally at the helpless blonde cheerleader training to kill vamps in a graveyard.

Despite his resistance to the movie, he laughed at the scene where Lothos made his first appearance. “Nice sidekick” he scoffed.

The big dance scene brought an even bigger laugh from him as the vampires stood at the broken windows showing their fangs and waggling their tongues around. Buffy fought, she was enthralled, then she wasn’t, then Lothos was dead and she danced with the scrunched forehead guy. All I could do is laugh and shake my head.

When it was over, Eric said, “If only we could get you a dress like Buffy’s, that was very…fluffy.” Then he grabbed me and added dramatically, “You are my destiny, I will make you mine.” I rolled off the bed as fast as I could and he chased me around the room (not making much of an effort to catch me, obviously). “You are the chosen blonde girl. I am a depraved vampire. Now you must stake me!” He said smiling, eyes twinkling with laughter. He caught my wrists and held them over my head.

“Gag me with a spoon, like eeew. I might break a nail!” I said in my best valley girl impersonation. He stared at me deeply, enthralling me. I twisted out of his grasp and he said, “Now I’m going to have to kill you, a lot!” and tackled me onto the bed. We were both laughing and rolling back and forth at the silliness that had just taken us over.

That ended when he leaned over me and kissed me, his hand trailing up my leg. He pushed the edge of my nightgown up and cocked an eyebrow when he discovered I wasn’t wearing panties. He pushed a finger into me and reached to touch the spot he had grazed earlier in the shower. I twisted my body towards him and almost climbed out of my skin as he stroked me fast and hard. I came within seconds. He didn’t stop, he just slowed down for a few seconds then picked up the pace again. I reached up and gnawed on his shoulder and came again. I don’t know what he was doing to me, but it was like a never-ending orgasm loop! Fingering me over and over, fast and slow, fast and slow bringing a tremor of orgasm through me every time. I was writhing on the bed under him, pushing myself against him. His eyes never left my face, watching with shear satisfaction at the unrestrained pleasure coursing over me. I was feeling lightheaded, sure that at any moment I would pass out. My fingernails dug into his chest as I came again, drawing a little blood and a sharp gasp from him. I leaned my face forward and licked the drops of blood from the tiny wounds on his chest, he grunted. Finally he slowed his finger movements and pulled his finger out and rubbed my clit lazily, sending another orgasm through me.

“It’s like lightening striking fifteen times.” He said, a relaxed smile on his face. He had been counting. “I think that’s a record. Who knew you could be so orgasmic?”

“Who knew I had an orgasm button inside me? This is definitely one of those situations where I wish I could save orgasms for later. I also wish I could borrow your hand all day every day, although I would never get anything done again!” I said, still breathless. I looked down at his pants and noticed the large wet spot near the zipper, then looked at his face.

Totally unashamed, he adjusted himself in his pants and said, “Just another casualty of you, Lover.” He kissed me tenderly. Adoration, amazement, love, desire, need.

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