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took a deep breath. She'd been dreading this flight but it turned out that she was perfectly fine. Hardly nervous at all anymore.
The plane hadn't done any of those sickening lurches she despised. No bumps at all actually.
So why were her hands clenched into fists?
She took a deep breath and relaxed them. She glanced up and caught Nick staring at her.
Again.
He had a thoughtful expression on his face. As if he were contemplating something. Something enjoyable.
She frowned. She had a sudden feeling that whatever he was thinking about included her as a participant. And very little clothes. No clothes at all in fact. A funny warm feeling pooled in her stomach at the thought.
She stared at her glass of mineral water on the side table. It was rattling, shaking around on the table. And then it spilled.
The intercom came on with a soft tone.
"Please be seated. We've got some turbulence up ahead. Could be severe, so please use your safety harnesses."
The plane gave a sickening lurch to the right and she stifled a scream. Nick was beside her in an instant, sitting close beside her on the sofa.
"There there, it's alright. Let me help you."
She nodded shakily as he slid the harness into place. It wasn't a normal seat belt, because of the unusual seating. It held you entire torso against the couch but you could still move around a bit. Nick's hands were business like as he fitted it over her. Until he accidentally brushed her chest. His hand froze, the back of it against her suddenly hardening nipple.
Oh god.
That felt good.
Their eyes met and she saw his were dark with desire. She swallowed nervously and moved away from his hand slightly. Just then the plane seemed to lift up and slam downward, dropping sharply. She gasped and Nick went flying, right onto her lap.
His torso was pressed into hers sending waves of electricity through her. His head had somehow landed over her shoulder, his face pressed into her neck. One leg was between hers.
"Mr. Falcon!"
"I'm alright. Christ- hold on-"
His hands were all over her as he tried to right himself. She was locked into place so she couldn't do much about it. But if she was honest with herself, it was taking her mind off the shaking plane.
Plus it felt good. Really good.
He grinned at her sheepishly as he settled back into the seat beside her. He slid into his harness and held out his hand. She stared at it for a moment and then grabbed it.
"That's it. Just lean back and close your eyes. It will be over soon love."
"Don't call me that."
He squeezed her hand and laughed.
"I'm sure it won't be turbulent for the entire ten hours to London."
"Ten hours?" she squeaked and sat up sharply. Well, as far as the harness would allow her. The plane was rattling side to side, slamming them into each other repeatedly.
"Well, it could be only eight or nine, depending on tail winds."
She moaned and leaned back again, closing her eyes.
"Are you nauseous?"
"No. I- just don't like being jostled so much-"
He squeezed her hand again.
"Or heights."
He laughed.
"Or confined
The plane hadn't done any of those sickening lurches she despised. No bumps at all actually.
So why were her hands clenched into fists?
She took a deep breath and relaxed them. She glanced up and caught Nick staring at her.
Again.
He had a thoughtful expression on his face. As if he were contemplating something. Something enjoyable.
She frowned. She had a sudden feeling that whatever he was thinking about included her as a participant. And very little clothes. No clothes at all in fact. A funny warm feeling pooled in her stomach at the thought.
She stared at her glass of mineral water on the side table. It was rattling, shaking around on the table. And then it spilled.
The intercom came on with a soft tone.
"Please be seated. We've got some turbulence up ahead. Could be severe, so please use your safety harnesses."
The plane gave a sickening lurch to the right and she stifled a scream. Nick was beside her in an instant, sitting close beside her on the sofa.
"There there, it's alright. Let me help you."
She nodded shakily as he slid the harness into place. It wasn't a normal seat belt, because of the unusual seating. It held you entire torso against the couch but you could still move around a bit. Nick's hands were business like as he fitted it over her. Until he accidentally brushed her chest. His hand froze, the back of it against her suddenly hardening nipple.
Oh god.
That felt good.
Their eyes met and she saw his were dark with desire. She swallowed nervously and moved away from his hand slightly. Just then the plane seemed to lift up and slam downward, dropping sharply. She gasped and Nick went flying, right onto her lap.
His torso was pressed into hers sending waves of electricity through her. His head had somehow landed over her shoulder, his face pressed into her neck. One leg was between hers.
"Mr. Falcon!"
"I'm alright. Christ- hold on-"
His hands were all over her as he tried to right himself. She was locked into place so she couldn't do much about it. But if she was honest with herself, it was taking her mind off the shaking plane.
Plus it felt good. Really good.
He grinned at her sheepishly as he settled back into the seat beside her. He slid into his harness and held out his hand. She stared at it for a moment and then grabbed it.
"That's it. Just lean back and close your eyes. It will be over soon love."
"Don't call me that."
He squeezed her hand and laughed.
"I'm sure it won't be turbulent for the entire ten hours to London."
"Ten hours?" she squeaked and sat up sharply. Well, as far as the harness would allow her. The plane was rattling side to side, slamming them into each other repeatedly.
"Well, it could be only eight or nine, depending on tail winds."
She moaned and leaned back again, closing her eyes.
"Are you nauseous?"
"No. I- just don't like being jostled so much-"
He squeezed her hand again.
"Or heights."
He laughed.
"Or confined
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