It was late at night while you and Scaramouche were watching a movie together. It was a romance movie, about two hours long, and halfway between the movie you and him had already finished the snacks and drinks. He had said he would get more when the next scene came on, but about six scenes in he sat by your side in silence.

Finally deciding to do it yourself since it was obvious he wasn't going to do it, you stood up and stretched for a moment before taking a single step. A hand gently wraped around your own and pulled you back slightly, leading you to sit back down on his lap. He wraped his arms around your waist, his head buried into your neck.

Now, this was a bit shocking. Normally Scaramouche would just let you do whatever without interfering, but maybe the mood of the movie was setting him off to want to be a bit more touchy and personal with you.

"Come on, babe... You can last another thirty minutes, can't you?"