#ghostbusters 3

It was the summer after you and Ray’s senior year of high school, you’d been together for 3 years.

You were both gearing up to move in together and start your undergraduate degrees at Columbia in a few months!

Your parents had been kind of hounding you about not getting out of the house more lately.

“Honey, we just think you should be out enjoying your youth!” “Yes, dear, especially since you and Ray will be so busy starting in the fall!

So, Ray’s suggested solution was to go to the drive-in instead of having one of your usual at-home dates.

The two of you packed up in the beat up pickup he got from his dad, armed with a blanket and a bunch of snacks you got at the town general store.

When you got to the drive-in, it was kind of packed. So, the two of you parked closer to the back where the cars were more spaced out.

You immediately get comfy, toeing off your sneakers and scooting across the bench-style front seat to tuck yourself into this side.

In return, he puts his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer.

When the title-card of the movie flashes on the screen, you groan to yourself.

Ugh, a rerun. And not a good one at that.

You really should have looked at the board coming in to see what was playing before you paid to get in.

You preoccupied yourself with snacks for the first thirty minutes.

You’d toss a peanut M&M in your mouth and see if you could eat the chocolate coating without cracking the peanut in the middle.

You’d also turn to Ray every once in a while to offer him whatever candy it was that you were eating.

He liked when you fed him little bits of snacks. He wasn’t sure why, but it felt very domestic to him.

Ray could see the look on your face. You were bored out of your mind.

He couldn’t blame you, honestly, he wasn’t a fan of what was playing either.

You looked so sweet, though, he thought. Even when you were cringing at the film’s awful script-writing and overt use of cliches.

He didn’t realize the fact he’d been staring, a warmth simmering deep in his chest, until he realized your tongue was running across the tips of your fingers.

You’d gotten melted chocolate all over them from the chocolate cookie dough pieces you were eating.

Ray couldn’t help himself. You looked so beautiful.

He bent to the crook of your neck, pressing a feather-light kiss to the hollow of your throat.

But one turned to two which turned to three.

“Ray, baby, what are you doing,” you giggled. Each kiss sent lightning down your spine.

You weren’t about to stop him, you loved it.

It was dark and this movie was boring and he smelled so good.

“You know what,” he smiled against your neck. He knew you weren’t naïve and that you would know what was up almost instantly.

And indeed did you know.

You fold the lid up on the candy and set it on the dash in front of you to get it out of the way, making room for anything that may happen.

Your fingers intertwine into his brown locks and you hear a muffled sigh when you give the smallest of tugs.

Honestly, it’s maybe about five minutes later that you end up in his lap.

Your chest is pressed tight to his in an effort to avoid accidentally hitting the car horn and drawing attention to the two of you.

Though it was dark, and there was the hint of a thrill at the possibility of being caught, you didn’t want to tempt fate.

Ray can’t get enough of you. The taste of chocolate lingering on your tongue, the way you’re whimpering praises as you roll your body against his.

You were breathtaking.

The two of you grew more wanting for each other with every kiss you shared.

“Are your parents home,” you asked against his lips.

He didn’t even part from you, he just make some “mm-mnh” noise to tell you they weren’t.

“Wanna get out of here, then?”

He nods and you immediately clamber off of him so he can drive you two back to his house.