Caged Bird | ✔

Chapter Thirty Four

''I don't think anyone actually likes this movie'' I admit shoving a handful of popcorn into my mouth

''What makes you think that?'' William asks, looking to me from his spot on the couch

I shrug, and look to the screen again, where the worldly infamous female lead, descends the stairs with the slightest look of fascination on her face as she looks at the man at the bottom of the staircase momentarily, before he catches her stare and meets her gaze levelly

''I mean maybe when this movie originally came out, for its time, it was astounding and brave, whilst still having the perfect amount of angst, passion and tinge of forbidden romance, - and I'd give it that as well; the fact that it aged well over the years, but that doesn't mean it makes it a good movie'' I reason

''you just described a good film'' he remarks in response

I purse my lips, eyes never leaving the screen, as the red haired female heroine introduces the blonde young man to her fiancée

''don't get me wrong, I don't hate the movie, - I just think that when people say they like this movie they don't actually mean it in the sense that it's the best piece of cinematography they have laid their eyes on. but because saying that is a safe answer, one where you wouldn't face any backlash for making that proclamation, because so much people have claimed to like the movie and have said it's a good movie,- therefore resulting in it having become a fact; that the titanic is a good movie, even if that is untrue''

William listens intently, but says nothing in response

I look to him, but quickly look away again; his face never betraying him, never giving away even the slightest bit of emotion

''what is your favorite movie?'' I ask, causing him to break his gaze away from the screen to momentarily to look at me

He knows my favorite movie, it's only fair I learn his

''The titanic'' he responds coyly

I roll my eyes and fall back into my seat, but I see the smile quirk onto his lips

The famous scene where Jack and Rose get hot and heavy in the back of an old car, and the car windows steam up slowly from the heat of the acts they are performing inside the car.

I feel a little liquid heat begin to form in my stomach, my body's reminder of my own desire.

In my lifetime, I have seen no shortage of films and tv shows much more graphic than this one, yet in the recent past whenever I would watch a movie with even the slightest bit of sexual tension, or the most PG 13 sex scene, my body would act against my better judgment

Truthfully It has been the longest I had gone without sex since high school, and as much as I wouldn't like to admit it, even to my own brain, I have thought of doing things with William

It is not unheard of for people to do things with their captors, yet I would like to believe I'm better than that, so whenever those thoughts arrive, I push them as far out of my brain as I possibly can.

What kind of perverted fuck are you?

''I need to use the bathroom'' I announce.

William nods in my general direction, and I take that as my cue to walk slowly towards the bathroom. I have not needed to ask to use the bathroom in quite some time, but I had been doing it for long enough that it had become sort of a habit.

Informing him of what I'm about to do before I do it, comes as close to me not outright 3asking him to do something, yet seems to give him the same satisfaction of me asking him