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"I told you we should've left earlier," Field said as they rounded the corner. The golden-furred harvest mouse shoved his sleek smartphone back into his blue jeans. Twelve noon. On the dot. "We barely made it!" His whiskers twitched.

"We're right on time," Adelaide countered calmly, dipping her shoulders and slipping out of her winter jacket. December and January had been much warmer than normal with hardly any snowfall until today. They were supposed to get three to four inches by nightfall. It was a good thing bats didn't go into torpor anymore, or she'd be quite confused! "Besides, they never start when they say they do."

"I want to see the previews," he insisted.

"These aren't the previews. See?" She gestured at the big, glowing screen before them. Her velvety wing-membranes glistened with the remnants of melted snowflakes, bony struts making it seem like she had elaborate kites for limbs. "They're the ads _before_the previews. Relax." She proceeded to remove her violet toboggan cap next, shoving it inside her jacket.

"Mm. Stop being reasonable," Field mumbled.

Adelaide giggled. "One of us has to be."

"Well, we-" He chittered! "Careful!"

"You don't need them indoors," she said, removing the mouse's 'ear-mittens,' the coverings that protected his large, fur-less ears from winter frostbite. "Or this." She yanked off his tail-sock.

"Eek!"

"So sensitive," she observed playfully. "Now, you take your accessories, and I'll take the popcorn and soda."

He nodded, removing his own coat and forest-green wool cap, and they juggled all the items, performing an elaborate hand-off. Field shoved his adornments into his coat pockets, tucking the balled-up bundle under an arm. When they were done, he smiled, took a deep breath, and looked around.

He loved going to the movies! There was something magically special and romantic about it. There was ... wait a minute. He blinked. "There's no one here! We have the theater to ourselves?"

"Awesome," Adelaide said.

"I've never been to a 'private showing' before."

"It's noon on a snowy weekday. What did you expect?" the bubblegum-furred bat asked. Her soft pelt was all kinds of candy-pink depending on how the light hit it.

"It's a popular movie, though. It's breaking box office records and everything." They were seeing the new space blockbuster, the one with all the wars in space. The mouse tilted his pointy-muzzled head and stage-whispered, "Though I still think Star Trek is way-"

"I thought you didn't like crowds? 'It's the best time to go,' you said."

"I don't. And it is," he admitted, straightening his posture.

"Then what's the problem?"

"Nothing, I guess ... " He tapered off, giving her a funny look.

"What?" Adelaide quirked a carnation-colored brow. Then she grinned, showing plenty of fang. Pearly-white fangs, glistening with saliva and mischief. "You think I'm going to take advantage of being alone in a movie theater? With you? Is that it?" The bat placed a wing-arm over her heart theatrically. "Me?"

Field looked aside with genuine shyness. "You've, uh ... sorta threatened to in the past," was all he said. His ears blushed a shade of rose. "More than threatened, actually!" He looked back at her, making eye contact. Her irises were plum-purple compared to his sky-blues. How often have we made love outdoors? How often has she seduced me in public places? It's one of her kinks.

"Oh?" she said, feigning innocence.

_ "There was that restaurant one time? Oh, and who could forget the library ... " The mouse faltered, eyes darting. "Like, four times now?" _Or was it five? Or six?

"I work there. I have a key," she defended lightly. "It's not like I take you there just to screw you. But," she allowed, "if I happen to go in for stock-taking and you_happen_ to be with me and we happen to lose a few items of clothing and-"

"What about the-"

"I followed through on all this?" she interrupted, inching closer to him. "As I recall, you were a very willing accomplice. Each time," she emphasized. "And you love fooling around away from home."

"In the countryside, in nature," he qualified. "Where no one can catch us." Living in a rural, agrarian area, it was easy to find places to frolic. Pinning the bat against a chalky sycamore tree trunk as a warm rain drizzled around them. Laying on the bank of a creek in broad, breezy daylight. Rocking atop an old, wooden hay wagon parked in a darkened field under a crescent moon. Is it getting hot in here? I already took off my coat ...

"Who's to say a library isn't an extension of nature? It was built by furs, and we're nothing but animals with car keys," she argued.

"That's semantics." The mouse made a face.

"Big word," she murred. "Looks like taking you to the library is paying off in more ways than one."

He squirmed in place, biting back a smile. "Adelaide ... "

"You said you wanted to go to town, today. Your exact words."

"That's ... heh! That's not what I meant."

"Admit it, Field." Her eyes sparkled with love and mirth. "You like stepping outside the box. You make a show of kicking and screaming, but you usually enjoy the little 'adventures' I lead you on. And you_do_ like to be led." She stared him down. "Correct?"

He mumbled.

"Mm?" She lifted his chin with her wing.

"Yes," he said a little louder. The heat in his ears had spread to his cheeks now. "But it's like you want to get caught, sometimes."

"Risk is part of the fun," she said huskily.

"But-"

"We haven't," she stressed, "gotten caught. And we won't! You have ears the size of dinner plates. I can hear frequencies most can't. It's literally impossible to sneak up on us, even when we're distracted."

He couldn't deny that. They both had excellent hearing. "I just-"

"Stop worrying, mousey. Seriously." She backed away, looking around the theater herself. It was a nice one. Digital projector, stadium seating. And their matinee tickets combined with Tuesday discount pricing had amounted to eight dollars each, not including snacks. She nodded her approval. "I'm here to see a movie." She glanced over her shoulder. "If you ask me, you're the one who wants to canoodle beneath the glow of the silver screen."

"Me?" His eyes widened cutely.

"You brought it up."

"Well, that's ... yes, but ... " He grumbled squeakily. "Mm."

The bat grinned. She loved egging him on. Field liked to wear a conservative, conventional veneer, but he was perpetually horny underneath. So was she, of course. But when push came to shove, she had more willpower than the repressed rodent.

The key to getting an uptight submissive like Field cave to her schemes was, firstly, to fluster him. Fluster him so much that the only way to calm him down was to 'un-fluster' him through physical means. Second, make him think that whatever she wanted to do was actually _his_idea all along. This would circumnavigate any mental blocks he had. "You like romance. And movies. And romantic movies? Combine them all and what do you get? Sex in a movie-"

"Adelaide." His whiskers twitched, blue eyes darting. "Not so loud." I don't want that. Do I? I'm a shy, well-behaved mouse! Why would I want to do something so wild and crazy? But then he remembered all those times in the library. On the study tables, 'studying' the Kama Sutra. _Mm-h._But, no! He shook himself back to sanity.

A library after hours was one thing. But this was a movie theater! A sacred place where furs communed to watch stories of ... of ... the mouse glanced at the screen. The first preview had started. His pupils dilated. A scantily-clad female skunk and a muscular feline were becoming _very_well-acquainted, indeed.

"Field."

"What? Hmm? Where?" He jerked, blushing beneath his fur.

The bat giggled. "You were saying? Oh, I forgot." She nodded at the screen. "You like to watch the previews."

"Right. No! I was, um ... I was, uh ... " He swallowed. What was I saying? His eyes darted back to the screen, briefly. The skunk and cat were fully-clothed, now. He lost interest and looked back to his mate. "You're an extrovert. An exhibitionist. You can't deny that."

"Never have."

"And I love that about you. You're everything I'm not."

"Go on," she said, enjoying the flattery.

"But let's not get ourselves banned from this theater, okay? It's the closest one to home!" If twelve miles is close.

"How about we sit down before the lights completely dim?"

"You have sonar. You can 'see' in the dark."

"And before the movie starts?" Adelaide insisted, making no promises. "We've been standing here for five minutes." Though, truth be told, she did have notions of making love in here as soon as she'd realized they were alone. She was already plotting it. It was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Field gestured to the aisle of stairs. "Ladies first."

Adelaide went ahead of him, making certain to sway her hips and stubby-tailed rump in an obvious way. Leaning her head down, she also stuck out her long, dexterous bat-tongue and used it to flick a few pieces of popcorn into her pink maw as they walked.

"Are you sticking your tongue over all the popcorn?" Field demanded. "You do that every time."

"Don't tell me you're afraid of my germs. This tongue has touched just about every part of your body before, including some parts inside it."

The mouse blushed deeply. He had no retort for that.

"If you must know, I'm multi-tasking." She crunched and chewed, flicking another piece into the air and snapping her around it.

"More like showing off," he observed.

Adelaide stopped and wondered, "Why doesn't popcorn at home smell or taste this good?"

"Whatever the reason, I'm sure it's not too healthy," the slender mouse replied. "Probably some trade secret behind it."

"It's popcorn, not the Rosetta Stone."

"Where should we sit? Right here?" The butterscotch mouse inched into the row they were stopped at. His long, fleshy tail drifted about.

"No," Adelaide said. "Up there."

Field followed the direction of her wing-arm. "The back row? Why? We'll be further away from the screen."

"It's a forty-foot screen, Field. It'll still be plenty big. Besides, the ushers never go up there. They always walk through the front."

"And why would that matter?"

"I just want to enjoy the show without interruptions."

"The show, huh?" the mouse echoed suspiciously, starting to twitch. Is she being purposely vague so she can later say she wasn't lying about her intentions? Or is she-

"Come on." She continued their ascent.

Field sighed and followed her obediently, all the way to the top/back row, whereupon they shuffled into the exact center.

"Just in time, see? The previews have just started. We haven't missed the movie."

"I still like arriving to places early," he whispered. "It gives you a cushion in case something goes wrong." Traffic, lines, whatnot.

"I never worry about it."

"Well, I do."

"I know. I've been mated to you for ten years. And you don't have to whisper. We're alone, remember?"

"Oh. Right." He wriggled in his seat, trying to get more comfortable. His voice shifted to a normal decibel level. "I've always felt a cinema is like-"

"Cinema? Are you British?"

"I'd call it the 'pictures' if I was British. Haven't you learned anything from those British sitcoms I watch?"

"They're so dry."

"I've always felt the movies," he continued, emphasizing the word for her benefit, "are like an artistic church or something. Like a museum of moving images. Hushed tones are required."

"I think it's probably the dim lighting that does it. If it were bright in here, you'd feel comfortable talking louder. It's all psychological. Also, you're a hopeless romantic."

"Maybe." He smiled shyly, nibbling on a few bits of popcorn. "So, you can analyze me that well? I'm like a cliché-ridden film? Full of tropes and predictable plotlines?"

"Nothing wrong with a little corn," she teased, grabbing the tub of popcorn.

"I'm not corny. And I'm allergic to cheese. So, what does that leave?" Field took a dainty sip from their shared drink. "This is a small? It's the size of my head! I can't drink all this ... "

"And you shouldn't. Mouses and sugar," she reminded.

"Maybe that's what I am: sweet."

She gave him a lingering look. "I'll trade you the soda for the popcorn."

They swapped their treats.

"Mm, this preview looks awful," Adelaide commented. "I mean, all these movies with aliens invading Earth? They're all the same. The hero, always male, is normally divorced or at odds with his kids. At the end, they reconcile through his heroics. He would_sacrifice himself but some has-been takes his place as an act of personal redemption. And the aliens have no plan other than straight-up invade. Wouldn't it work better if they befriended us and got access to everything and _then turned on us? Like, show some subtlety."

"They wouldn't stand a chance against the Dominion," Field agreed with geeky insistence. "But big-budget movie enemies need to be single-minded so they'll cause explosions."

"Oh, right. The explosions." Adelaide took a sip of soda. "Wouldn't it be great if one of these films was about a mother of four kicking alien tail?"

"Would the aliens even have tails? Or fur?"

"Fleshy creatures with no fur?" Adelaide scrunched up her face. "Sounds like something from a horror movie."

"So, a stay-at-home mom as the protagonist. How does she fight? One baby strapped to each arm?" Field quipped.

"Well, they don't need to be physically attached to her."

"No, but that would make it more impressive."

"They could be toted around by a nanny who also serves as a wise-cracking sidekick with a dark past," Adelaide decided.

"Possibly."

"Also, I wonder if the aliens realize we're destroying the environment and using up all the resources ourselves. There's not gonna be anything left for them to harvest. Suckers!" she chittered at the screen. The bat sprawled back in her seat and shook her head. She wasn't really worked up about any of this, of course. She just found it fun to play the 'Peanut Gallery' during trailers. And, since there was no one around to shush them, she was getting more into it than usual.

"It looked harmless to me. I don't want to see it," Field quickly added, "but it'll do well."

"What makes you say that?"

"It's a sequel."

"Ah. Yeah, you're right." Adelaide bent her legs and pressed her foot-paws against the empty seat in front of them. The space invasion preview ended and another began. Because this was a big movie, there were a lot of trailers attached to maximize on the potential eyeballs.

"I suppose you'd rather watch that sex comedy with the skunk?" Field said.

The bat looked at him and chuckled. "Major Oscar contender, I'm sure. I like erotica, but ... yeah, that seems more like 'trashy dime novel' material." She paused. "Are there Oscars for porn?" she wondered.

"Is that a rhetorical question?"

"No, I'm serious."

"Use your phone," he said, blushing in the ears.

"You're the movie expert," she insisted.

The mouse shrugged. "Maybe? I think so. I don't remember what they're called, and I certainly don't know how they're judged." Or what all the categories are called ...

"And the 'Giant Golden Phallus' for Best On-Screen Orgasm goes to-"

"Yeah, but how would you judge that?" the mouse asked. "Loudness? Facial expressions? Stamina? It's all subjective."

"I assume the voters are fucking all the other voters, so they'd be qualified to tell who's good at what."

"Heh." Field shook his head. "I suppose ... mm, look, you're making me miss what this trailer's about! I'm completely lost."

"So is that coyote. He's waking up in a desert."

"It's either a crime movie or about furs having hangovers," the mouse guessed.

"At least it has good cinematography."

Field tilted his head. "Maybe it's about furs getting hungover artistically. 'Writer's Block 3: The Empty Pages'."

Adelaide giggled, reaching over to the mouse.

He saw the gesture and met her halfway, wrapping his paw around her long, grabby thumb, the main digit extending from her strut-like wing-tip. Bats didn't have 'traditional' paws, but they'd evolved to make do.

"You finally seem relaxed," she observed.

"You know me: I'm never at ease until I've acclimated." And he wasn't the quickest to acclimate.

"Or until you stop thinking. You should turn that mind off more."

"So, you want me for my body, not my mind? I see how it is." His buckteeth jutted out.

She winked at him. "Obviously. Hope that's okay."

Feeling emboldened, the mouse leaned in and kissed his mate on the lips. Soft, simple, and sweet.

"Careful, mousey. You know what happens when flame touches kindling," the bat breathed.

"So, who's the flame and who's the kindling?"

Before she could respond, a trumpet sounded. Fanfare! Finally! The theme song to the feature presentation.

They both leaned back in their seats to watch.

Field tossed some more popcorn into his golden, whiskery muzzle, eyes wide and unblinking as they stared forward. A panoramic vista of space, shining stars, scrolling text dumping exposition at them. It was all there!

After a while, Adelaide reached over and took the popcorn out of his lap.

Minutes passed.

Field heard rustling coming from beside him. The mouse turned his head. Adelaide had spread her jacket over her lap. Why, he had no idea. Maybe she was using it to catch any popcorn she dropped. He shook his head and focused on the action on-screen. And there was plenty of action. Ships firing on each other, crash-landings, chases through hot deserts. I can't believe none of these characters are getting tired. This guy been running the entire movie so far! Must be-

Without warning, Adelaide left her seat and slid onto Field's lap.

He squeaked in confusion.

"You don't mind, do you?" she cooed.

"Um. Well, you're ... kinda blocking my view," he complained with an airy grunt. "This isn't exactly our living room sofa."

She wiggled and writhed in place. "Any better?"

"Not really." He shook his head. "Maybe you should ... " His words fell apart. She was no longer wiggling. She was outright grinding against his jeans, his loins in particular. It felt ... oh, that feels good ...

There was an awakening in his sheath. She could feel it.

His eyes snapped open. "You can't be serious!"

"Oh, come on, Field," she whined. "We spent so much time talking about it! And you got so relaxed and comfortable just now."

"You don't have pants on, do you?" he whispered.

"I do, too." She paused. "They're just around my ankles." Another pause as she gave a few dainty kicks. "Well, now they're on the floor, so I guess you're right."

He swallowed and peered around to the front of her. "That's why you have that jacket in your lap. As cover!"

"I'm just a bit chilly," she defended, unable to keep the amusement out of her voice.

"Are you sure that's the adjective you're looking for?"

"You saying I'm hot?"

Field smiled in spite of himself.

"Say it, mousey."

"You're just trying to fluster me."

"You're always flustered." She arched, pressing down against his hips again.

"Ah-h ... "

"I know that sigh. It's the 'I'm fully erect' sigh."

"W-what? I don't have a sigh for that." Do I? But he couldn't deny he was. And that his jeans were feeling increasingly restrictive.

"Say it."

"Say what, again?" The movie, this conversation, his penis. I suck at multi-tasking!

"The adjective that best describes me."

He sighed heavily, breathing on the back of her neck. Her bright-pink fur, so warm and feminine, beyond perfect. "You're hot."

"Mm-h?"

"Like a shooting star. Or like the goddess Nike, winged and wondrous, confident and victorious. I fall to my knees before you because your heat makes me melt. I lose cohesion around you, but you mold me, shape me into something better."

"That's so passionate," she said dreamily.

"You just like being flattered," he told her warmly.

"And you like flattering me." She paused for breath. "I wish I could get you naked." She reached for his tail and reeled it in. That prehensile tail, which he could wriggle into her sex ... or any other orifice. The way it segued into his slightly-toned, slender figure, the warm stretches of golden fur. Those ears. The way he blushed. That cock. The way her tongue could slide around it like a snake. "I'm so horny, Field." She tugged on that tail.

"I ... I can't get naked," he insisted nervously.

"I'll settle for your pants," she relented, sucking on his tail-tip. "Mm. Slide 'em down."

He hesitated.

"That wasn't a suggestion," she said as sweetly as possible, releasing his tail and shifting about on his lap to better make eye contact. She was clearly the dominant partner in this mate-ship, and Field the submissive one. Of course, there was no written contract that specified this. Those were simply the instinctual, animal roles they'd slotted into. And as an exhibitionist, she'd fantasized about having sex in a movie theater for years. They might never get another chance! She wasn't keen on missing it. "Don't make me pull rank, mousey," she warned.

Blinking, he quickly began fumbling with his belt. _ _

"So well-trained," she murred happily.

He blushed, lowering his voice. And his pants. "Yeah, well, last time you 'pulled rank,' I wound up sleeping on the couch." Last summer, for two nights. Alone. With no sex.His whiskers twitched. Of course, they'd made up spectacularly on the third night, resolving the situation to both their satisfactions. All's well that ends well!

He wondered, in retrospect, if she'd exiled him from the bedroom for the sole purpose of having the makeup sex. _I wouldn't put it past her. _

"You were being stubborn," she insisted.

"You were being crazy!" He paused. "Sorta like now ... "

"I'm nudging you hard, mousey, cause I want to do this. Here, now, off the cuff. I can feel my adrenaline surging, and the way it mixes with my arousal? The combination is better than any drug or alcohol. It's intoxicating. Haven't you felt that before?"

He dipped his chin, bashfully.

"I want more of it. But I obviously can't ... and wouldn't want to," she stressed, "do it without you. I need your help. And you will help me, because you're such a good ... " She began to drawl her words. "Submissive boy," she breathed, blowing into one of his ears. "Aren't you?"

He shivered helplessly, as much from the words as the breath.

"You like that?"

"Y-yes ... "

"Then, as your treat for cooperation, I'll give you ear-sex tonight." Her wily tongue skirted the rims of his lobes. "I'll do both ears. How's that sound?"

"R-really?" he stammered excitedly, sucking air. She toyed with his ears quite often, but all-out ear-sex? That was a delicate act. It required time and finesse. That tongue!

"Would I lie to my mate?"

"No."

"And would I force him to do anything he didn't have a desire, obvious or hidden, to do?" she asked him. "Would I ever go through with something I felt would hurt him?"

"No," he said again, very softly.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes," he vowed.

"Then, come on, mousey." She grinned. "Let's fuck."

Fully, finally convinced, he nodded and licked his lips. Belt undone, he popped open the button to his jeans and yanked the zipper down. And then said, "But the movie?" He'd actually been enjoying it. It was surprisingly good! "We're gonna miss the-"

"Movie's not going anywhere. We're not going anywhere. If anything, we're only enhancing our theatrical experience."

"Hmm." Well, when she put it like that. He wriggled and lifted, sliding his pants and boxer-briefs toward his knees. His penis bobbled out, stiff and beading pre at the tip. He squeaked shyly before working his clothes down his shins and allowing them to collect around his foot-paws.

She opened her pink-furred legs widely, no longer sitting in his lap as much as straddling him a la reverse cowgirl. Field slumped back in his chair with a dazed expression as his sensitive member, and especially the tip, slid through the soft, thick fur that surrounded her hot, fleshy vulva.

"Field?"

"Mm?"

"Hold your cock in place for me until I can surround it."

"Right," he breathed, unable to stop panting. His throat was slightly dry. He impulsively reached for the soda with one paw, taking a sugary sip, while the other paw wrapped around his own essence and angled it perpendicular his body and directly at hers.

Coinciding with this, a character on the screen activated a lightsaber.

Field huffed, the unintentional parallel not lost on him.

Adelaide, without ceremony, lowered herself upon her mate. Not slowly, not gently. She slammed him to an immediate hilt.

Field bit back a squeak! Her pussy, as always, was divine. Hot as Hades, wet as a rainforest, smooth as silk. It feels better every time, like I belong there. His fleshy organ sang with sensitivity. And the thick, tufted fur on her loins was so soft against his fingers, which had uncurled from his cock now that her vagina had taken 'hold' of it. He poked his paw about for a moment before lifting it, wrapping his arm around her belly.

"Mm-h," she sighed, eyes closing. While average in length, he was thick. Nicely thick. Her walls snugged flush with his flesh, hugging the contours of his rod. She swore she could feel it pulsing with blood. Having him inside her made her nipples hard. "Wish I could take off this shirt," she whispered back to him. But that would be a bit too risky.

He fumbled with the soda, ice cubes sloshing together as he managed to get it back in the cup holder. "Your breasts," he replied knowingly, seeing them in his mind's eye. He had them memorized. The heft, the curve, the way the pink of her nipples was darker than the pink of her fur. He grinded upward, finishing, "They're _so_beautiful. Mm-f." He groped them through her clothes. "I want to suckle on them, play with them ... " His voice dropped off, replaced by labored breathing. His penis and ears were diverting blood from his brain. Things were getting increasingly hazy.

"My mousey," the bat breathed, voice laced with lust.

His hips lifted her body by a few inches. He groaned and then sank back into his seat, huge rodent balls snug to her vulva. Fur against flesh, flesh against muscle. So much texture to their connection. He felt his sex absorbing the heat of hers. All this while they were fully-clothed from the hips upward, sitting in a chair in a public space.

"Oh, Adelaide," he whispered against her neck, beginning to mouth on it. "That ... you feel so_good." It wasn't a very original or sophisticated thing to say, but it was genuine. It was the truth. _And then some!

"So do you," she sighed happily, lifting herself a few inches before dropping back down. Rise and fall, rise and fall! There was such delight in the repetition, the hot, tingling rhythm. She bounced faster. Until, suddenly, she didn't.

The cushioned seat creaked beneath their combined, settling weight.

Adelaide took him to a hilt again, but this time she didn't bounce. She grinded downward, against him, without lifting. Side to side, in slow, clockwise formations. She enveloped his cock and steered it about like a joystick. An apt name under the circumstances. At the same time, she reached a wing-tip down to her clitoris and began to rub on it.

Field felt his whiskers go stiff. And then numb. He was panting uncontrollably, trying not to move, trying not to make any overly-loud noises. It was hard to be inconspicuous when you were this aroused. But he was managing it somehow. _I hope ... _

The bat switched to a counter-clockwise grind, clitoris buzzing. Her own sweeping, shell-like ears tilted every which direction as a spaceship fight broke out onscreen, laser blasts and collisions, engine noises and droid whistles. The sound effects drowned out the lewd slicks and squishes their genitals were making.

The overall cacophony matched what she felt. Frantic, furious delirium as she topped her mouse. The sensations were building, cascading into each other until she could barely tell them apart. She only knew they were all good. Very, very good.

And the fact that they were in the elevated back row of a 150-seat movie theater? It made everything sharper, somehow. More heightened. Anyone could come around the corner at any second. If she moaned, would it be drowned out by the surround sound coming from the speakers on the walls? Would her expression be visible in the glow of the silver screen? Would she, in the throes, be more noticeable to a pair of eyes than the gigantic moving images?

She felt so alive!

She felt ... she ...

"I'm ... I'm gonna cum," she told Field bluntly, struggling to breathe. Her eyes began to roll back.

"N-nhhg, n-no, no, wait," he managed.

"You'll ... you'll catch up with me eventually, mousey." She knew he wasn't ready. They normally tried to synchronize, but, "Sorry, I just ... I can't hold-"

"But someone's coming!"

"Yeah, me!" she chittered brusquely.

"No, that's ... the usher!" he squeaked, covering her pink, batty muzzle with a paw. His big, dishy ears were arched and swiveling atop his golden head. He'd heard the left-side doors at the rear of the room open a few seconds ago. They were no longer alone in the theater. Luckily, those doors were on 'floor level,' hidden by the wall that comprised the stairs. The usher had yet to emerge from around the corner yet.

Adelaide began to suckle on Field's fingers feverishly.

"Mm-f. Those are to k-keep you quiet, not ... mm ... " Cheeks burning beneath his fur, he quickly pulled his paw away and gave her the soda cup instead. "Suck on that," he said, flooded with anxiety. We're going to get caught, we're going to get caught, we're going to get caught ...

She did so, eagerly. She saw his ropy tail out of the corner of her eye. Taking her muzzle off the soda straw, she eyed it.

Field saw and whipped it out of sight, grabbing the popcorn bucket and nibbling on a few pieces. He stared at the screen. Stay calm. Normal. You're just enjoying the film. Enjoying. Oh, yeah ... yeah. I'm enjoying it. He tried to get up to date, but he'd been distracted for an entire scene now. What did I miss? Something about a resistance movement. A meeting. Star-charts. Guh! We're gonna have to see this a second time. With an actual audience ... with ... oh, God, her pussy!

Adelaide, eyes hooded and slobbering down the straw, was the first to spot the usher. He walked in wearing one of the theater's maroon-red employee vests. A buck, looked like. Or maybe a caribou? A moose? He had antlers, anyway. It was hard to specify in the dark. He was carrying a glowing orange 'torchlight,' which he swung at his sides as he walked up to the screen and then cut across the room beneath it glancing upward through theater.

The bat's breasts began to heave beneath her shirt.

The buck-thing stopped.

He looked straight at them.

At being spotted, Adelaide instantly came.

A shockwave spread through her, as if she'd been struck by an asteroid. A tsunami of ecstasy rose up and rushed to her extremities and back again, leveling every rational thought in its path. Every nerve tingled. Her clitoris was on fire. She would've flapped her wing-arms madly, would've moaned and chittered and echo-burst like a wild animal. She would've. And wanted to! More than anything!

But Field was squeezing her from behind and breathing down her neck, anchoring her to reality, praying that she wouldn't give them away. Why is he just standing down there?! Go away, go away! The bat's pussy was clenching on his cock, vigorously, thoroughly. She was milking him for seed he wasn't yet giving, soaking his big, furry balls with her juices. His toes curled. His tail furled aside. He needed to thrust! Into her! He needed just a little more friction to get past the edge. His glans was the epitome of sensitivity. Just one thrust. Just ... please, just one, just ...

But he didn't move. Well, okay, he twitched. But he was a mouse. He couldn't not twitch!

Adelaide didn't move, though. She was honestly paralyzed with pleasure.

They just watched the movie.

The buck, finally content that everything checked out, or maybe having been distracted by the film itself, continued his rounds. He circled to the other side of the theater. He paused once more, as if he'd noticed something, or maybe smelled something? But then his hoof-feet clopped toward the opposite rear door from which he'd entered.

Field waited until he heard it click open and shut and even a few seconds longer than that (because you never knew) before gasping out. "Ah-h! Oh, God!" He drove his hips upward, grinding against the bat's sopping, puffy pussy, lewdly, hotly, messily. There was nothing civil about it. He needed release!

Adelaide bounced in place, satisfied but still turned on enough to welcome more. Always more. She felt a second wind. She lazily hunched forward and then rose up and arched her spine as Field seemed to hit some perfect spot inside her. Her muzzle opened. Air escaped. She rubbed at her clit again, having a second orgasm and perhaps a third before Field had his first and only.

The mouse's cock tingled and twitched. He sank into their shared seat, eyes squeezing shut. "Ah-h ... ah," he breathed, trying to keep as quiet as possible. Trying. He tried! But he'd always been more vocal than Adelaide during sex. 'It's always the quiet ones that squeak loudest,' she'd often tease him. "Ah-n!" He couldn't hold it back. His cock violently jerked, and he came. He painted her silken depths with thick, creamy white. His whole body trembled. Each ejaculation was a shock to his system.

A ship onscreen exploded in a brilliant white fireball!

Field related very much to that ship.

Adelaide, nearly drunk with afterglow, waited a few seconds before stuttering, "Y-you okay ... mousey?"

He nodded wordlessly, pink, sniffy nose flaring, whiskers wildly a-twitch. Even sitting still, his whole body was reeling. He swallowed, then licked his lips before randomly taking another sip of soda.

"You sure?" she pressed, leaning back against him. "I want to hear you say it."

He hugged her tightly. "Yes ... I'm fine."

She couldn't keep the smirk off her pink, batty muzzle. "Now you see why I wanted to do this?"

Even if he did, even if that was, theoretically, one of the most intense orgasms he could remember, and even if his knees were still shaking, he wasn't about to validate it. If I say I liked it, she'll want to do it again. Maybe not here. But somewhere. Someday. When I least expect it. Surprise public sex! "We almost got caught," was all he said.

"I know," she murred, nuzzling back against him.

Field blinked and shook his head incredulously. They were opposites, for sure. He'd always known that. And as they got older, it only became more pronounced. But, good Lord, was he attracted to her. He returned the nuzzles.

They leaned back and watched the movie for about five, ten minutes, their minds trying to fill in the gaps for what they'd missed. Then, finally, Adelaide got out of his lap and returned to the seat beside him. She pulled her panties back up, then her pants. "Aren't you going to get dressed?"

"Mm?" the mouse went, giving her a blank look.

She grinned and pointed to his sticky loins. His golden fur was matted. His mouse-hood had retreated back into his fuzzy sheath.

"Oh. Uh, yeah. Right ... " He cleared his throat and snapped out of his revelry, pulling his clothes back on.

"Popcorn?" she offered, casually.

Blushing hysterically, he took it and began scarfing it down. He'd worked up quite an appetite!

"Thank you, Field, for doing that," she finally said, the flicker of light from the screen playing off her face. It made her seem so ethereal. "I know it was a bit extreme for your tastes."

"You said it yourself. I'm the submissive one. You know how to push my buttons."

"True, but I'm still grateful when you indulge me."

"Maybe it wasn't my, uh, preferred cup of tea," he admitted, "but ... " He exhaled. We'll always have this memory to share. This story. That's worth something. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't have fun," he finally admitted, dimples appearing on his cheeks. They disappeared just as quickly, though. "Besides, we can make love my boring, vanilla ways any day."

"The way you like to make love isn't boring. Or vanilla," she assured, brushing a wing-tip against his chest. "Please, don't ever say that."

"You're so much more colorful than me," he whispered.

"I'm pink. You're gold. I think we're both pretty colorful."

"You know what I mean. I just worry after ten years I've started to get stale. I figured that's why you keep pushing me into trying all these new things. Because you're trying to spice me up. Because I'm ... maybe I'm not as interesting anymore ... "

"I want you to try them because I enjoy your company. I enjoy sharing things with you." Her voice was sweet and gentle. "Especially intimate things. You've never bored me in the bedroom yet. Or," she allowed, looking around the empty theater, "out of it." She looked back to him. "As long as you keep being yourself, I don't see how you ever can."

He dipped his chin, collecting himself before giving her the most endearingly submissive look. His eyes glistened. "I love you, Adelaide."

"I love you, too," she whispered. "Very much." She reached up with a wingtip and teased one of his ears, as if reminding him of the prize he had coming later.

Field gulped.

But, in the meantime, there was still a good hour of movie left!

"Did you enjoy the show?" the ticket taker, a raccoon, asked from behind his roped-off stand as the mouse and bat filed out of the theater.

"Four stars," Adelaide replied enthusiastically, adjusting her jacket around her shoulders. "It was very satisfying!" A strange grin crept onto her muzzle. "Especially the climax."

"What, uh ... what she said," the mouse agreed shyly, avoiding eye contact as he secured his ear-mittens and tail sock and scurried out the door with her into the fluffy, swirling snow.

"Awesome! Well, have a good-" They were already gone! He sighed, swishing his ringtail. "Guess they're in a hurry to get home before the snow accumulates," the raccoon went. He then blinked and sniffed the air. Hmm. Is that ... ? No, you're imagining it."Man, I really need to get laid," he muttered, plastering a smile on his masked face as the next customer came along. _ _