After ten years of marriage, Friday night was still date night. It had been since they met in high school, James just 17, Hannah barely 16. They had dated for five years before James finally popped the question on one of their date nights.
He had taken her to their favorite movie theatre, trying to keep it casual despite the butterflies in his stomach. When the movie let out, they took the usual five-block stroll back to the parking spot they had always used. Halfway through the walk, in the middle of an intersection, James stopped, spun around, and pulled Hannah toward him. He gave her a soft, sweet kiss on the lips, then got down on his knee and proposed.
Tonight, the couple was celebrating the anniversary of that night the same way they always did, with a trip to the theatre. It had been a crisp, cool night when they first arrived, but the weather had turned on them during the movie. They huddled outside the theatre under the overhang, watching the rain pour relentlessly onto the pavement.
"This is ridiculous!" Hannah said, amused.
"What?" James screamed back at her. He couldn't hear a thing for the thunder of the rain on the roof.
"Haha, this is ridiculous!" she repeated.
"I know! How did this start so fast!"
James put his arm around her waist as they stood there, watching the rain. It plopped hard onto the ground, the drops splashing into the puddles that had already developed and spraying water on their ankles. They stayed for several minutes, until Hannah finally became restless.
"Can't we just make a run for it?" she asked him. "It's only a few blocks. God only knows when this is going to let up!"
James checked his watch. They both had to be up early for work the next morning.
"Yeah, why not?" he said, smiling. "It could be fun."
Hannah bent over to roll the cuffs of her pants up. She removed her rubber flip-flops; she didn't want to slip on the wet sidewalk.
"What about my purse?" she asked. Her purse was made of quilted material, and she knew the rain would soak through it quickly and ruin the entire contents.
James took off his sweatshirt and wrapped her purse in it. He took her by the hand and tugged her onto the sidewalk.
They ran down the street, hand-in-hand, stomping into puddles and laughing hysterically. By the time they reached the spot where James had proposed, they were drenched, as if they had jumped into the nearby bay. James stopped suddenly, doubling over with laughter.
"Come on, why did you stop?? I'm soaked!"
"Exactly! What's the point? We're already drenched, we might as well enjoy the walk."
"No!" Hannah said playfully. "This is silly, we have to get home! I promised Anna we'd be home by midnight."
"Oh, please. We pay her enough, we're never late and she loves our kids. She won't be upset if we take a little extra time tonight." James put his hands on Hannah's hips and pulled her toward him.
"Haha, stop!"
"Resistance is futile!"
James put his mouth toward her neck and made gobbling noises. Hannah laughed loudly.
"Ah, that tickles!"
James continued his attack, but slowly he calmed down, until his aggressive tickling had become slow, sensual kisses. Hannah's giggles of protest gave way to soft sighs. James lifted his head up and pressed his lips against Hannah's, kissing her passionately. They made-out in the street, exploring each other with their tongues as the rain continued to pour on top of them. Their hands wrapped around each other, their grips tightening to stretch their soaked t-shirts.
