She was angry, so so angry at you. She had planned for the movie and specifically asked you to book the tickets. You, as always, forgot. Which left both of you standing in front of the theatre, staring at a sold out sign. She was fuming at you. Her arms folded across her chest, her lips pursed and nostrils flaring, she stared at you then walked away towards the car. Even the sight of her bottom, shaped by her short, black dress, wasn’t enough to get you to stop sulking.
Driving away she was still shouting at you, her voice ringing annoyingly in your ears. You knew you fucked up, but this was making you angrier by the minute. And, as luck would have it, it started to rain all of a sudden. This irked her even more, as if somehow this was your fault too. You had enough. Her constant bickering was getting to you. Seeing that the rain was going to go on, you decided to stop the car at the side of the road. She was still mad at you. Her arms still folded across her chest, her breasts heaving up and down as she sat fuming there, not looking at you but straight ahead. And she started to shout again. About your carelessness, about this and that – but you didn’t hear the rest of it, or rather, you didn’t let her finish. She got you so mad, you grabbed her by her hands, pushed her against the glass window and just kissed her. Kissed her on her lips to shut her up. All your anger inside of you now starting to come out, as you pinned her hard up against the window, and kissed her like your lips wanted to eat her lips, to eat her up completely.