It came to Luna’s attention, that she was very possibly enjoying the proximity between herself and her boyfriend a little more than she was enjoying the film. What could she say? It was nice, it was comforting. But, being the girl, too far wrapped up in her own innocence, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of something hoot through her veins. Disappointment with herself? No, no- that wasn’t it. But, she felt like her parents wouldn’t approve of this, her putting her emotions before her passions. The situation just felt so right that she couldn’t help it. She’d seen West Side Story countless times, she knew the plot by memory. Her attention could be diverted for just a few seconds.
When the storm of questions came, Luna simply reacted by looking up towards Mark again, and smiling. He was completely and utterly oblivious, which was rather adorable. “Most of the characters are gangsters, including them. Yes, that’s Spanish- the Sharks are from Puerto Rico. New York, that’s where the West Side is, late fifties, early sixties. If you don’t catch on, I’ll always explain it to you,” she answered in rapid-fire succession. There was no possible way she could get annoyed with the fact that he was rather lost. In addition to her seemingly endless patience, sometimes you just had to make sacrifices for the ones you loved. Wait. Stop everything. Had she used the word “love”? No, no, no, no, no. It was far too early for that. Four days was far too early. But, simply, it felt right saying it, hearing the words echo even if it only was inside of her mind.
Suddenly, in the middle of a song of course, an realization popped into Luna’s mind. It was a little on the risqué side, (mind you, this is in her own parameters) but it seemed worth it, inside her own mind. Yet again, the thought of parents looking down upon her zipped through her head. She never took risks, so… maybe, just maybe, it was just fine for her to take one. Even if it was a small one. “I’ll make you a little proposition,” she whispered, trying not to interrupt the movie too much, “every time you say something correct about the movie, I’ll give you a kiss.” She was hoping it worked, for the sake of West Side Story, of course.
As scenes faded seamlessly, Luna sat up in his arms a bit. Oh, Tonight. It was her favorite song in the movie, to say the least. That just proved how much of a hopeless romantic she was. I saw you and the world went away. It made her think of someone, to say the least. Quickly, she glanced to her side again. The possibility of love became a bit more clear in that very moment. Not now, but someday. Very possibly with him.
“Oh. I think I’m less confused now.” He said when she explained everything to him. He kept his attention on the screen, trying to catch up with the movie. Mark smirked at her words, he liked the proposal. “Oh, I like that.” He said. “Can I cheat? … we’re not playing yet so…” he said before he pulled her closer to him, kissing her. He smiled down at her, realizing how close they were, she was almost in his lap. But he didn’t mind at all… for some weird reason. He kissed her cheek before nodding, keeping his eyes on the screen for now.
“Okay so, so far. The Jets and the Sharks are gangs. They hate each other. West Side is a part of New York. The Jets are led by Riff and the Sharks by Bernardo. Tony is Riff’s best friend… and he’s in love with Maria, Bernardo’s younger sister.” He kept watching the screen, “They met at a dance.” He looked down at her, smiled at her, looking into her eyes… feeling this quite strange feel in his stomach. It was NOT the butterflies… dammit. What the fuck was he feeling? And how could he even allow his body feel such thing… knowing how innocent she was… But that innocence… made him want her.
Then he remembered the play. “How are you feeling for the Chicago play? I can’t wait to see you on stage. You’re going to look gorgeous… And I’ll make sure to bring my foam finger, Luna’s #1 Fan.” He said before he kissed the tip of her nose. Then the sudden thought of her being dressed as Sally. He felt a sudden shiver going down his spine, the thought… turned him on. When he felt what was going on inside his pants, he opened his legs, making sure the fabric would stretch, not showing… it. He blushed, but hoped she wouldn’t notice… she’d probably be scared. “Can I get my kisses now?” He said, before clearing his throat.