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Movie Night

Melissa Schemmenti X Reader

Summary: movie night with Melissa. A simple invite and several questions to interrupt the movie. What could go wrong?

Warnings: slight smut tease, slow burn

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Melissa and Johnson are whispering across the teachers lounge about their movie night to watch the new Avatar movie. Not at all keeping their secret plans from reaching the ears of anybody who was left in the room.

Which results in Barbara getting a regretful invite. You’ve heard the rumors that it is quite impossible to get through a movie with the refined woman and her millions of questions. You couldn’t imagine a 3+ hour long movie with cgi.

“Good luck with that, imma just see myself out.”

“What are you gonna do, hon? Girls night with Janine or boys night with Gregory?”

“Oh, I don’t think I was invited. And honestly, don’t think I wanna be. Sounds messy.”

“You could say that again.” Melissa snorts. “Have ya seen fire and ash yet?”

“No, it’s on my list though.”

“Don’t tell the others, I don’t want them to bug me for future invites. But would you wanna join us boring folk for a movie night? Can’t guarantee we’ll get through it all but we’re gonna try.”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to invite me, I don't wanna intrude.”

“Nah, I’m offering’. Plus imma need a buffer when these two keep interrupting.”

“Alright, umm…sure thanks. Can I bring anything?”

“Any snack you prefer, we’ve got wine and popcorn. My house at 7. See ya, kid.”

You pull up to her house in your yogas and a cream pull over. And now you're self conscious. Maybe you should have thrown some jeans on or dressed up a little. You contemplated turning around and bailing but the bigger part of you knows you’d never turn down the chance to be around Melissa.

You also enjoy when the trio includes you. Barbara is so wise and her one-liners crack you up. And Mr. Johnson, well, there’s no one-way to describe him. He’s an icon.

You knock on the door and hear Melissa shout from somewhere inside the house. “It’s unlocked!”

Not really comfortable about just walking into her home. After a deep breath you push the door open.

“In here, hon.” You follow the sound of her melodic voice noting the hint of raspiness at the volume used to carry through the rooms. You greet Barb and Mr. Johnson on your way through to the kitchen.

“Hi…umm I brought some hot Cheetos and dill pickle seasoning for the popcorn.”

“Interesting…I might have to try yours. I’m a sour cream & onion girl, myself.”

“That’s good, too. Can I help with anything?”

“Sure, wanna bring the toppings out and the glasses? I’ll be right behind ya with the wine and popcorn.”

“On it.” You line the glasses upside down between your fingers for the four of you in one hand. Then you proceed to wedge the chips beneath your elbow and the seasonings in your other hand.

“Hey guys! Have you guys seen this one yet?”

“Nope, was gonna watch it by myself but Melissa has been trying to get me in her home for a while now. I felt bad for her. So I caved…gotta let her down easy.”

You giggle at this but feign understanding. “Thats kind of you, Mr. Johnson. I’m sure she’ll be heartbroken but she’ll be able to move on.”

“Does it matter if I haven’t seen the first two?”

“Umm, I think it’s kinda self explanatory once you get into it. I haven’t seen it yet though. Just protecting territory and uniting differences against humans.”

Just then, Melissa walks in with a giant bowl of popcorn and 4 smaller bowls for individual preferences. And two bottles of wine. “Alright, any more questions or concerns before we start?”

Barb rattles off three more questions pertaining to the history and settings of the plot from the first two and Melissa finally hits play.

You are sat between Melissa and Barb on the couch and Mr. Johnson pulled up a chair to face the movie on the other side of Barbara. Claiming he didn’t want to give the redhead any ideas while sharing a couch with her. Which she just rolled her eyes.

An hour later you are only about 30 min into the movie from having to pause it for Barb to ask her questions.

“How about when you have a question you just google it on your phone.”

“I can take a hint.”

“It wasn’t a hint.”

You kept quiet as you tried to hide your smirk. However you did notice Melissa kept sneaking handfuls out of your bowl more often than her own. You were happy to keep refilling it for her as it rested in your lap.

30 min later you were growing tired finding it hard to get wrapped up in the suspense having to pause every couple minutes for Barb and Mr. Johnson to whisper about the fun facts behind the making of the movie.

Your head starts to loll and this did not go unnoticed by Melissa. As your head started drooping Melissa guided it to her shoulder.

“If youse too don’t pipe down over there I’m gonna go watch it upstairs and youse can finish your book report on the movie down here.”

The sheer irritation in her voice vibrated against your ears and you jolted up instantly blushing. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep and since you weren’t sure how much of the movie you actually missed you don’t know how long you were out.

“Shoot, sorry. I didn’t mean to use you as a human pillow. Didn’t even know I fell asleep.”

“Don’t worry, kid. Ya didn’t miss much except for how they used cgi to create the different creatures and the magic of green screening.”

“But how did they-“ Mr. Johnson started to ask Barb before Melissa threw in the towel.

“That’s it. I’m watching this upstairs. Y/n, you’re welcome to join but no questions.”

“In your room?” Before the blush was able to dissipate from your face from sleeping on her it rose back up with ferocity. You don’t think you’d survive being in her bedroom. Alone.

“Nah in Caleb’s room. Yes, mine. You comin’ or not?” She grabs a bottle of wine and the big bowl of popcorn since they’ve barely touched theirs. Too busy researching. She tops their bowls off and leaves the other bottle for them.

“Uh, sure.”

“Grab your chips and seasoning.” You noticed she left her sour cream & onion on the coffee table.

You follow her up to her room and she’s already pulling the movie up and setting the space up on the bed. She reaches for the hot Cheetos and you hand them to her but stay standing next to the bed.

“Ya just gonna stand there? I don’t bite.” She remarks before dumping some of the hot Cheetos into the big bowl of popcorn. “Unless you want me to.”

Your mouth falls open as she punctuates her claim with a wink and goes right back to mixing up the popcorn.

“Right. Yeah…I’ll sit. Sorry.”

Melissa holds out her hand for the dill pickle seasoning and sprinkles it graciously over the entire bowl. “You okay, hon?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just…never thought I’d be in your room. It’s very you.”

“You’ve thought about being in my room?”

“That’s not what I meant. I-“

“I’m just teasin’ ya. Relax, why dontchya.”

You sit criss crossed next to her and shake the bowl to mix it all together. “I’ll go back to where you fell asleep.”

“You don’t have to, I can fill in the blanks.”

“It’s fine, it’s probably only 10 minutes. We’ll still finish before them.” She presses play and scoots to rest against the headboard with the leg closest to you bent at the knee. Inadvertently, pressing the length of her shin along your quad.

Suddenly, you are wide awake. The drowsiness from earlier is just gone. There’s no way you’ll be able to focus on the movie now.

When a scene would get really intense her hand would clasp around your leg. After she would squeeze your muscle before pulling her hand away, oh so slowly.

As the credits rolled, your emotions were all over the place. From the rollercoaster of suspense in the movie and Melissa’s close proximity. “Geez, that was so good. I’m unwell.”

“You don’t clap at the end of movies do you?”

“No, I don’t clap. I’m not a bafoon.”

“Good. Otherwise I’d kick you out and never invite you back.”

“Wouldn’t want that, now would we.”

“No we wouldn’t. I’m glad you came.”

“Really?”

“Why is that so hard to believe?”

“I don’t know. Cause you’re…you. And I’m me.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” Was she offended or genuinely confused. You weren’t sure but were quick to make sure it wasn’t the former.

“I just mean you’re this hot, funny, wise, fiery Italian. I mean you’re a little intimidating but in the best of ways. Everyone looks up to you but you don’t minimize yourself for the sake of others. It’s bewitching.”

“Wow, hon. That was somethin’.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to just word vomit on you.”

“Don’t apologize. I’m flattered. So you think I’m hot?”

Shit. Did you say that out loud? To her? In her bedroom? It’s too late to take it back now. Not that you would.

“I have eyes.”

“Good to know.”

“More wine?” You offer to top the glasses off in order to change the subject.

“Might as well, I can hear the tv downstairs. They still have at least an hour left so probably another 2 hours at their rate.” She sucks her thumb into her mouth to remove the remaining seasoning and you beg yourself to tear your eyes away.

Excusing yourself to the bathroom to wash your hands and returning to top off both of your wine glasses. She had moved the bowl and snacks to the nightstand while you were away.

Crawling back on the bed her eyes drop to your chest seeing that the quarter zip that you left undone gapped open just a little.

She looks back up with a twinkle in her eye and passes one of the glasses back to you. “Cheers, hon.”

“Cheers, Ms. Schemmenti.”

Her eyes darken at the name and you swallow around a healthy gulp of wine. “So what else have you thought about?”

Your eyes go wide in fear. Trying to come up with something that won’t completely confess your feelings for the woman. “I’ve thought about if I’d ever be privy enough to taste your cooking?”

“Really? Well why don’t we go and raid the fridge. I’m sure I’ve got some leftovers from last night.”

You both head downstairs and see that they have the movie paused once again. “You guys are missing out on the experience of suspense every time you stop to look something up.”

“No spoilers, Melissa. You’re just mad I didn’t accept your invite to your room?”

“I didn’t invite you.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“Whatever.”

Melissa finds a Tupperware of pasta from her dinner the previous night. She heats it up in the microwave as you lean against the counter in anticipation. Once ready, she forks a bite full and blows on it. She lifts it up to your lips to feed you and you open your mouth on instinct.

Sucking the last of the dangling noodle through your lips, you hum in delight. You close your eyes to savour the taste. “My god! That’s delicious.”

When you open your eyes again Melissa’s eyes are trained on your lips. She raises her hand to swipe the sauce off your chin. “Tastes just the same, if not better, the next day.” And she smiles at your frozen state.

She takes a bite herself and you two share the leftovers in silence. Her feeding the both of you with the shared fork.

“Much better than I imagined, thank you.”

“I love cooking. Maybe I’ll have you over for dinner sometime and I can cook for you.”

“I’d love that.”

You both retreat back to her bedroom to let the other two finish the movie. Once in her room she shuts the door behind you and stares at the door. You turn to face her but her back is still to you.

“Melissa, is everything okay?”

“Yeah. There’s just something I wanna do but I’m not sure.”

“Melissa Schemmenti, unsure of something. Now that’s unheard of. What are you wanting to do?”

She finally turns around to face you. She takes one, two steps towards you. She looks between your eyes trying to ask but can’t find the words. But then they drop to your lips. And the question is asked.

You brush the hair out of her face and silently hoping she does what you think she wants to do. Hopefully it’s not just wishful thinking.

And finally she captures your lips with hers. It's tentative at first. Exploring. She pulls back after a few beats.

“Sorry. I think you’re hot, smart, and a complete mystery to me.”

She pulls you by the hand to the bed and you both presume your positions from earlier. “I’ve thought about that, too. Kissing you.”

“And?”

“Better than I imagined.”

“Me too.” She leans over you to hover above your lips. “I really wanna do it again.”

“What about Barb and Mr. Johnson?”

“They’re too busy.”

This time you lean up to kiss her. Threading your hands in her hair as it falls around your faces, you arch into her pushing your breast against hers. You both are now on your sides, pressed against each other.

Her hand splays out on your stomach and slides up underneath your pullover and when she reaches the under flesh of your breast she moans.

You hadn’t worn a bra underneath so there was in fact no barrier between her hand and you. Her hand palms your breast before stroking your nipple with her thumb.

You gasp in response and her tongue slides against yours. “Oh fuck.” You breathe into the air. She adjusts her hips to place her knee against your core. Your hand lands on her ass to pull her into you.

Your quad is now brushing up against her heat and the only thing you wish for now is that there weren’t any clothes separating you two.

Melissa pulls away once more. “Shit, hon. As much as I want to keep going. They are right down stairs.”

“I know.” You kiss her once more. Intending for a peck but turns into your lips sliding together and tracing the roof of her mouth with your tongue. You pull back again.

“I wish these walls weren’t so thin.” She laughs while resting her forehead against yours. “And no bra? Almost like you planned this.”

“Shut up. I did not.” You shove her shoulder as she rolls off of you. “But I’m grateful either way. I just hate bras and thought this was baggy enough to get away with it.”

“Yeah, I caught a glimpse when you bent over earlier but didn’t know you were so scandalous.” She says before pushing your top up and holds eye contact with you.

“I was not being scandalous!” You laugh before she sucks a nipple into her mouth. Your hand flies to the back of her head to keep her in place. “Oh Melissa, I-“

She releases it with a pop before pulling your top back down and kisses your lips. “Sorry, I’m done. Just wanted a taste.”

She settles against the headboard and starts another movie. She pulls you to lay your head in her lap as she plays with your hair.

“Y’know, I was a little nervous about coming tonight.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I didn’t want to embarrass myself. I wanted to be invited back.”

“Well I already invited you back for dinner.”

“So I take it I haven’t embarrassed myself too much?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“Good.”

You both turned to watch the movie before you fell asleep in her lap. She watched you sleep for another hour playing with your hair until the movie ended. She discreetly scooted down to lay on the pillows with your head on her chest to fall asleep.

When her alarm goes off she gently wakes you up. “Morning, hon. We need to get up.”

“Oh shoot. It’s morning already?”

“Yeah, got about 2 hours of sleep.”

“Shit.”

“I gotta go get the other two stanzos up off the couch.”

You both make your way downstairs to see they are still watching the final scene of Avatar. Melissa grabs the remote and pauses it.

“What are you doing?!” Barb exclaims in betrayal.

“Youse still haven’t finished it! And we gotta get ready for work! You and Y/n can borrow some clothes. Mr. J-“

“Never leave home without mine.”

“I’ll make some breakfast for everyone. Chop chop.”

“Need help with breakfast?” You offer up.

“I’d love some help, hon.”

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