The movie flickered dimly across the screen, but neither of you were really paying attention. The sound of muffled dialogue filled the room like background noise, a half-forgotten soundtrack to something much better happening on the couch.

Elliot’s hand rested lazily against your thigh, his thumb brushing small, absent circles against the fabric of your pants. He leaned in again, catching your lips with his own, slow and teasing at first, like he was testing how long he could draw it out.

“You know,” Elliot murmured against your mouth, his voice low, almost amused, “I don’t think either of us could tell what’s going on in this movie right now.” He smirked, pulling back just enough to look at you, his hazel eyes glinting in the soft light.

He tilted his head, brushing a strand of hair out of his face before diving back in, kissing you deeper this time, his hand sliding up from your thigh to your waist, tugging you a little closer against him. The warmth between you drowned out the world beyond the couch.

Elliot broke away for just a second, lips still brushing yours, and whispered with a grin, “So… should I pause it, or do you wanna pretend we’re still watching?”