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The following short story is based on characters created and/or copyrighted by Glenn Eichler, Susie Lewis Lynn, and MTV. All other characters were created and copyrighted by Roland Lowery.
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"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness."

-Friedrich Nietzsche
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by Roland 'Jim' Lowery
Brisk evening air snapped around Daria and Jane as they stepped out of the car and crossed the parking lot. Winter had not quite hit yet, but it was getting close and the weather around Boston seemed to be champing at the bit already.
The lobby of the movie theater, by comparison, was deliciously warm. Jane lifted the ear flaps on her hat while Daria doffed her gloves and stretched her fingers in the heated air. The steady influx of other customers forced them away from the doors, so they quickly made their way up to the lines leading to the tickets and concessions counter.
Seeing Daria continue to shiver under her emerald jacket, Jane reached over to put her arm around the shorter woman's shoulders. She rubbed her hand up and down on Daria's upper arm and was rewarded by Daria leaning slightly into her. Public displays of affection still weren't Daria's favorite thing in the world, but in the year they had been a couple, she had been gradually getting used to it and even enjoying them from time to time despite herself.
Considering the fact that it was helping her get warm was a definite point in favor of allowing the invasion of her personal space.
It was an opening night for a few new movies, so the lines were rather long despite it being one of the smaller theaters in the city. By the time they reached the counter, the two women were feeling quite ready for a sit down, but business had to be taken care of first.
"Two for The Ring," Jane said, pulling out her debit card.
The cashier tapped her screen and smiled brightly. "Any popcorn or soda for you tonight?"
Two large popcorns, two large drinks - an Ultra Cola for Jane, an Ultra Caffree for Daria - and two boxes of chocolate-covered raisins completed their order. The cashier grabbed their snacks, ran Jane's card, and handed over the tickets in what seemed like a single never-ending movement that spoke to how much time she had spent at the register.
Gathering up their purchases, Daria and Jane moved out of one line and immediately moved to the back of another. This one moved more swiftly, however, as an usher stood at the head of the main hallway, tore tickets, and directed people to their theater as quickly as he could while still remaining polite.
"Number 2, on your right," he said, tearing off the ends of the tickets Jane handed him with a quick snap and handing the larger portion back.
As they walked down the hall, the two women nudged each other and pointed at the posters of upcoming movies that lined the walls, chatting briefly about the ones they wanted to see. The corridor had a slight bend in it with a set of three stairs leading down to a lower level, which they hopped easily. A digital sign reading "2 - The Ring" was blinking just a little way around the corner.
The seats were divided into two sections - one in front, one in back - set in stadium seating formation. Only a few people had already filtered in, so Daria and Jane were able to snag their usual seats in the center of the first row in the back section. After they settled into their chairs, removed their jackets, and shifted their snacks into decent positions, Jane stretched her long legs out into the wide aisle between the sections and sighed with contentment.
"You know, I could have paid for my own stuff."
The raven-haired artist rolled her head to one side to fix Daria with a longsuffering eye. "I didn't hear you complaining when the ticket lady was gouging the hard earned money out of my account," she said with a lopsided grin.
"It would have been unspeakably rude of me to mention it then," Daria said, crossing her arms and pretending to be offended. "I could only mention it now, after there was no possible way for you to take back all the stuff you bought me."
"Is that right?" Jane asked. Before Daria could block her, she snaked an arm across the other woman's lap, snatched a handful of popcorn, and began to chew on it noisily.
"Cheater," said Daria. "You've got those quick painting muscles."
Jane laughed. It was those very painting muscles that had bought everything. Even though she was only a second semester student at the Boston Fine Arts College, she had accidentally and almost literally stumbled over someone willing to buy one of her paintings.
She had stopped by her regular coffee shop on the way to her first class of the day and was just heading out the door when a complete stranger had stepped right in her path and demanded to see the portfolio that she was carrying with her. She had been stunned at first, but the man had been so adamant that she had decided to just humor him quickly so she could be on her way without any further hassle.
He had quickly scanned through the several sheets of sketches in her sketchpad without showing much real interest, but then he had pulled the two canvases out of her bag and his face lit up immediately. After deliberating for a second, he had set one of them down and then demanded that she accept payment for the other. To back up the demand, he had pulled out a money clip filled with hundreds and brandished it at her like he was holding her at gunpoint.
The painting had been due that day, but the wad of money being thrust at her had simply been too much to pass up. He had rolled off three of the bills and handed them to her. She had gone on to class minus one painting and plus a powerful need for an excuse to extend the assignment's due date.
She figured it was a good trade in the end, considering that after paying off the month's bills and rent for the apartment she and Daria shared, there was enough for them to splurge on a few luxuries. Luxuries such as the newest horror movie to hit the theaters.
The seats slowly filled up at first, then suddenly people were coming in droves as the showtime began to approach. The seats on either side of the women had been among the first to get taken, naturally, one of the downsides in being in the coveted middle of the theater.
Rather than let the proximity of strangers put them out, Daria and Jane simply leaned in toward each other and laid their heads together. Jane wrapped her right arm around Daria and turned to give the brunette a quick kiss on top of her ear. Daria took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, a Mona Lisa smile appearing on her lips.
The overhead lights dimmed to half as the last batch of stragglers came in through the door and tried to find the few remaining open seats. A soft whirring noise came from the projection booth and was soon muffled by a window being closed. The screen jumped to life in a flash of the green preview screen.
Eventually the coming attractions were done, the overhead lights shut off completely, and the movie finally started.
Daria and Jane had decided on seeing The Ring since horror movies had pretty much become their go-to choice whenever they felt like checking out the cinema's latest. Though they tended to agree on certain other genres to varying degrees, horror was the only one that they both absolutely adored. Not because they found them scary in any fashion whatsoever, but because they both found them amusing as hell.
The big jump-scare when the girl's face turned disgustingly grey and deformed near the beginning, for instance, had Daria straining not to bust out laughing when Jane whispered a joke about complexion and how just a little blush could fix that right up, all in an uncanny impression of Quinn's nasal voice.
In order to continue trading jokes without bothering the people around them, they snuggled up even closer to each other until they were almost sharing the armrest as a seat. Jane's arm started to fall asleep after a while, but she was too comfortable otherwise to try and move it, so she simply suffered through the pins and needles in silence. Daria felt too warm up against her and smelled too good to let go.
As the movie ticked over the hour mark, the two women had gradually fallen silent. Jane actually jumped a little when she suddenly felt Daria's breath against her cheek.
"This movie is crap, isn't it?" Daria whispered.
"I dunno," she whispered back. "The tape itself was pretty cool. And I liked when she picked the fly off the screen. But yah. The rest is crap."
Expecting Daria to say something else, Jane turned her head back toward the screen and waited. But instead of Daria's voice, she felt a soft, wet tongue suddenly fill her ear.
A full body shiver hit her as Daria's tongue twirled over her ear canal then moved down to the lobe, which Daria then began to suckle and nibble lightly. Her breathing quickened and she leaned her head down slightly as Daria began to move around the outer edge of her ear, leaving small love bites the entire way. When the brunette reached the top, she pulled away and whispered four simple words.
"Bathroom. You. Me. Now."
Jane came close to automatically responding that she didn't need to go, but a kiss placed right on the edge of her jawline and another quick lick of her lobe cut her short. Whatever her girlfriend had in mind, it had nothing to do with the call of nature. At least, not that call of nature.
Daria stood and walked toward the door, letting her fingers trail slightly over the back of Jane's left hand as she passed by. Jane simply sat there stunned for a few moments before she nearly vaulted out of her seat to follow, shaking her numb right arm to get some feeling back into it.
Nothing suspicious here, she thought wildly as they stepped out of the theater. Just two ladies heading to the ladies' room. Like ya do. She smiled woodenly at an usher that was walking the opposite direction, paranoid thoughts that he could see the lust building on her face running through her head. It was all she could do to simply slow-trail Daria instead of just grabbing her up and rushing all the way down to the end of the hall.
Though the journey was just as short as it had been before, it felt to Jane like it was taking forever. Finally they passed the usher who had torn their tickets, turned right and then left into the women's restroom. A quick glance around showed that they were alone, much to Jane's relief. Daria walked all the way down to the last stall and slipped in, leaving the door open behind her for Jane to do the same.
Jane was pulled into a deep kiss and up against Daria's body the second she was inside and the door was shut. Their hands ran rampant across each other's backs and under their shirts, caressing everything that came into their grasp. After a minute of passionate tongue wrestling, Jane pulled back and smirked at Daria.
"Well now," she said, "this is new."
Daria tilted her head to one side, then gave the other woman a quick peck on the lips. "You keep whining that I should be more spontaneous and affectionate in public."
"I don't whine!" Jane said, mock offended.
"'Oh, Daria,'" the shorter woman said in even more of a monotone than usual, "'you never do anything romantic, you never do anything exciting, wah wah wah.' That's what you sound li-"
Jane leaned forward and shut her up with another kiss, which she ended by playfully flicking the tip of Daria's nose with her tongue. "Okay, Madame Crazytimes, now that you've got me where you want me, what kind of spontaneous, romantic thing are you gonna do?"
In response, Daria slid her hand around to the front of Jane's jeans and worked the button open. "I don't know if it's romantic," she said as she pulled down the zipper, "but a quickie is definitely spontaneous."
In one quick motion, she had Jane's pants and panties down around her ankles, then grabbed her by the hips and maneuvered her so she was leaning up against the wall. Taken completely by surprise, Jane wouldn't have been able to put up even the most feeble of defenses even if she'd wanted to. Before she could even get out a "Wait, what?" her knees had been pulled away from each other and her pussy was suddenly filled with a warmth that spread up into her stomach.
"Oh, sweet mother," she grunted heavily as Daria began to work magic on her clitoris, stroking her tongue across the button with such intensity that Jane's entire body shook with pleasure. Her hips bucked forward almost of their own accord, as if they themselves wanted as much surface of her pussy as possible to be available.
Daria took full advantage of this and began to run her tongue up and down the inner flaps, pausing for a moment to press it deeply into the hole in the middle before moving back up to suck gently on Jane's clit.
The sound of voices could suddenly be heard as two bubbly teenagers came into the restroom to stop in front of the mirrors and talk about the comedy they were watching while applying makeup. Not that Jane was entirely aware of all the audio cues giving this information, as she was too busy biting down on her lower lip and trying not to cry out or bang her fists against the wall. Daria had begun to twirl her tongue around softly, slowly, almost as if she was purposefully trying to make it hard for the other woman to stay quiet.
After what seemed like an eternity, the girls were gone and they were alone once again. Jane let her breath out in an explosive gasp that led to heavy panting as Daria reached up and under her shirt to claw fingernails lightly down her sides. Daria's hands continued down, across Jane's buttocks and along the backs of her legs. They fondled her tight runner's calves before stroking the skin all the way back up her inner thighs.
Then, as one hand softly rubbed her belly, Daria slipped a finger on the other up into Jane, causing the artist to suck air in through her teeth. Another finger and finally a third found their way inside and began to slowly slide in and out as Daria continued to lick her way to Jane's creamy center.
Sweat began to form on Jane's brow. She felt almost as if she was on fire. In an attempt to cool herself off a little, she pulled her shirt up to her collarbone, then grabbed her bra and pulled it up as well, stretching the elastic almost to its breaking point in her haste.
She pressed back as hard as she could against the wall and grabbed on to her own bare breasts as if her life depended on it. As Daria continued to send beautiful waves of ecstasy up through her body, she tweaked her own nipples until they were as hard as rocks.
The clacking footsteps of high heels on tile reached Jane's ears, causing her to chew on one of her own knuckles just to keep from screaming an obscenity. How many people are going to come in here, for fuck's sake?! she railed inside her own mind. Fortunately the new mystery guest finished her business somewhat quickly and left, and the second she did, Jane reached down and grabbed the back of Daria's head.
She couldn't take any more. She needed release and she needed it immediately, dammit, so she began to grind herself down onto Daria's face at a fever pitch. Daria, for her part, took this passively and put her tongue out as far as she could to help Jane along.
A low, intermittent whine escaped Jane's throat. Someone else might have come in for all she knew, but she didn't care. Worry about getting caught was suddenly the furthest thing from her mind. Her pussy nearly ached and her insides were coiling with tension. She pushed her hips out and laid her head back until it was the only thing still propped up against the wall. Thrust, thrust, thrust-
A scream of release tore its way out as the orgasm hit, pulsing all through her body and leaving every muscle pleasantly slack in between each glorious contraction.
When it finally finished, she tried to stand up straight but got tangled in her own jeans. Daria helpfully reached out and steadied her until she regained her footing then stood up as well, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Should . . . should I . . . ?" Jane panted, trying to point down with a suddenly weak arm.
Daria merely smiled her small smile and leaned in to wrap her arms around Jane's thin frame. Her clothes felt wonderful up against Jane's skin, and the smell of her filled the artist's nostrils just briefly before she opened the door and stepped out.
Jane watched after her stupidly, her orgasm-addled mind taking a few seconds to process everything. Eventually she pulled herself away from the wall, cleaned herself up, and stepped out herself just as Daria had finished wiping her own face off with a wet paper towel.
Once again, the brunette took the lead, walking out the door as Jane followed a couple of yards behind. The usher at the podium watched them carefully as they walked past, but Jane couldn't be sure that he had actually heard anything or if he was just trying to remember if he had already seen their tickets. Either way he turned his attention back away from them and let them pass uncontested.
Back in the theater, they settled into their seats as if nothing was amiss. Daria threaded her arm around Jane's and laid her head on the other woman's shoulder. Jane then put her head down on top of Daria's, and they stayed that way for the rest of the movie.
"So, what'd you think?"
Jane laughed, then shivered from the cold. "Same thing I thought before," she said. "You were right . . . it wasn't that great a movie."
"It had its moments," Daria said with a shrug. "But that wasn't what I was talking about."
Shaking her head, Jane opened the driver's side door on the car, sat down, then unlocked the passenger side. Once Daria was inside, Jane grabbed her by the coat lapel, pulled her over, and kissed her hard on the mouth.
"I think it was amazing . . . that you actually did something like that in public," she told Daria, a mischievous grin on her face. "Just what got into you, hmm? Did ya eat your Wheaties this morning or something?"
Daria chuckled. "It's just what good girlfriends are supposed to do, right?"
Jane looked over at her skeptically as she started the car so it could warm up. "Uh-huh," she said. "And since when do you care what 'good girlfriends' are supposed to do? Who are you and what have you done wi- . . . oh, no."
"Oh, yes," Daria said serenely. "You owe me now."
Slapping a palm across the steering wheel, Jane let out a sharp, good-natured laugh and said, "Oh, you manipulative, mercenary cow! I'll remember this!"
"I'm sure you will."
"Wha-! Not like that!"
"Whatever you have to tell yourself, Lane."
"Oooooh . . . you!" Jane said, shaking her fist. "One a'these days, Alice!"
Daria turned and laid back across Jane's lap. "You know you love me," she said.
Unable to suppress a smile, Jane ran a gloved hand across Daria's cheek. "I do," she said. "Thank you for loving me back."
Daria's eyes seemed to glow softly in the moonlight. "It's just what good girlfriends are supposed to do."
With the engine finally warmed, the car pulled out of the parking space, entered the highway traffic, and began the journey back home.
END
Roland 'Jim' Lowery

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March 08, 2011
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