Catching Red Eyes

We drove practically on top of the small aircraft. He put his car into park and handed the keys to an awaiting bodyguard, fully equipped with the stereotypical sunglasses and ear piece. I chuckled to myself as we walked up to the aircraft, hand in hand, as if it were the scene of a movie, but I was in pretty much pajamas instead of a dress and heels. Harry, of course, looked like a damn model as we stepped onto the plane.

Inside, there were four rows of two-seater seats. They were all a shade of beige with black accessories. It was small but felt spacious when I sat down opposite Harry. The last time I was on a plane was the red eye to London. I never enjoyed flying but I kept my eyes locked on Harry’s as the flight attendant made her way to us to make sure our seat belts were strapped and we were ready for takeoff.

I gripped the sides of my seat and shut my eyes as the plane started to turn down the runway. Harry, seeing my uneasiness, unbuckled his seat belt and switched his seat to sit next to me. My eyes shot open, thinking the seated flight attendant would scold him for moving, but she paid no mind as he quickly buckled himself back in. I felt his hand pry my death grip off the seat and interlaced his fingers in mine. I closed my eyes again as the roar of the engine rang in my ears. I counted my breaths as we ascended higher into the sky.

I waited until I heard the ping of the fasten seatbelt sign indicting it was safe to move around now to fully breath. I opened my eyes to slits and saw that Harry was watching me. A smile was playing on his lips as he unlocked his eyes with mine and looked out the window. He then turned towards the back of the cabin and motioned for the flight attendant.

“Love, would you like anything to drink or eat?”

“Is there any alcohol in this thing?” My thoughts went back to being on the red eye to London and drinking champagne with Marc. Harry laughed and told the attendant two of something I couldn’t hear. She came back with two glasses of clear liquid with bubbles. I quickly took a sip and settled into my seat. It was on the strong side but at this moment, I didn’t care.

“I know you’ve been on plane before, why the nerves now, love?”

I wasn’t really sure why exactly. It was probably from the fact that I was making a huge decision with little to no time to actually think about it. I knew I had no present obligations but the idea of just picking up and getting on a plane with nothing but the clothes on my back was a bit overwhelming. I didn’t want to tell Harry this because I didn’t want to hurt him which was what prompted this hasty decision.

“I-I’ve always been on big planes…this is so small. I never was the best flyer either. I had no time to prepare myself for this. I’ll be ok, really,” I said, taking another drink from the bubbly concoction. I was nervous about the small plane, but I think it was the other things that were taking over my nerves right now. Harry leaned in and brushed his lips over my ear and kissed under my ear.

“I can distract you if you want, love. You won’t have to do anything but sit still. ” His voice was low and was dripping with temptation. He continued to kiss my neck and it was helping to distract me but I wasn’t 100% sure I was going to be able to move from the seat let alone do much of anything else. “We can join that club I’ve heard about before.”

I laughed and explained the name and the meaning. “Harry, I think I’ll wait till my feet are safely on the ground.”

“Your feet won’t be on the ground, darling.”

The blood rushed to my cheeks even though we were the only passengers. I leaned into him more as he continued to kiss me. His hands were moving from my arms to my stomach. He ran his fingers across the top of stomach and he lightly grazed my breasts. I felt the familiar surge in my lower stomach pulling him in more. I gave him a warning look as I looked back to the flight attendant but the curtain was closed and she was nowhere to be found.

“Relax, love. No one will bother us,” he breathed into my neck.

I squeezed my lips together as his hands drifted down my stomach and he played with the waistband of my leggings. After teasing with the band while continuing to kiss my neck, he slipped his hands down the front of them and teased my center. He took his hand back out and licked his fingers before slipping them back inside my leggings. He shifted his body to sit up more, never breaking contact with my skin with his lips. I felt his fingers slowly glide in and out. I tensed my legs so that my toes were pointed into the floor of the cabin. I arched my back and neck to signal him to go deeper. He responded by moving faster and deeper. My eyes were pressed tightly closed as I allowed all my senses to focus on Harry. I began squirming in my seat and undid my seat belt, but Harry pulled it tighter. The restraint was glorious in my peak. I grabbed onto Harry’s hand as I felt myself coming undone a thousand miles in the air. Harry nuzzled into my neck and kissed me from my mouth to my jawline as I finally relaxed in my haze.

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