Dark Getaway

Mile High

I knew that this whole experience must have been playing on his mind, the amount of fuel on board this huge metal vessel, encasing us 40,000 feet in the air, wasn't even remotely normal for him.  So as the plane taxied towards the runway, I began running the pad of my thumb into his palm.  He shut his eyes and steadied his breathing, resting his head back into the chair.  

 

"So you've never really flown before?"  Turning again to him.  I've got to distract him.  Opening his eyes and glancing at me, "I've never had the need, nor desire to.  That is, until you played your wicked little hand during our interview."  I chuckled at the flashback of that fateful afternoon.  "If I remember correctly, it was you who bought up the aeroplane scenario, I merely asked the questions."  His eyes seemed to light up at the mention of the fantasy he had told me, his lips tugged up at one side into the most mischievous smile I had ever seen.  "I am so glad I did," he countered.

 

The plane made its last manoeuvre, before settling itself at the beginning of the strip.  The engine sprang to life and powered us down the bumpy tarmac.  "Tell me again why I couldn't have just got us there some other way?"  Corin's voice was almost drowned out by the roar of the engine.  Still clutching his hand, I leant in close, brushing my breast against his forearm.  I placed my lips close to his ear, "Because then we wouldn't be joining that special club you mentioned," I whispered, pulling back just in time to see a lustful haze cloud his eyes.

 

My hand had wandered from the arm rest onto his chest, his heart was pounding just as hard as mine was.  I smoothed my hand down towards his abs, revelling in the feel and the abundance of pure, hard muscle that was waiting for me.  I couldn't help but notice his growing desire as my palm travelled lower still, just as I reached the waistband of his jeans a feminine voice called out from the back of the plane, "Is everything alright down there?"  The voice got nearer.  "The seat belt sign has gone off and usually passengers are desperate to get up and have a walk around."

 

"Yes, we are perfectly good here," Corin cleared his throat as he unbuckled himself.  Turning towards me he held out his hand, "Shall we?  We have yet to see the rest of this aircraft."  Taking a deep breath, and releasing it just as slowly I realised just how close we had been.  I took his hand as he pulled me up to stand against his side, peering up at him through my lashes, I eventually managed to speak, "I can't wait."  The flight attendant informed us our bags were already in the bedroom and that we should call her if we needed anything; otherwise, we wouldn't be seeing her, before she busied herself way to the tail end of the plane.

 

Taking off my shoes, I felt the thick cream carpet pressing in between my toes as I caught up with Corin, who had headed straight to the bar/kitchen dining area.  "Here, let me."  I took the bottle of whiskey out of his hand and continued to pour him a double measure, helping myself to a vodka and redbull.  Strong arms wrapped around my waist as he pulled me gently into his body.  "Thank you my dear, for the welcomed distraction," he murmured, as he nuzzled his way from my ear to my jaw line.  Turning in his arms, bringing my own arms up and around his neck.  "It was my pleasure, but to be honest," my hands had wandered to the hair at the nape of his neck and began stroking, "You are doing marvellously well for a first time flier, surrounded by all this."  Waving my hands around, knowing he would understand that I meant not only the technology but the potential danger the poison could cause to him and his people.

 

"Let's go explore!"  I raised my eyebrows and smiled at him in jest, trying to ease his fears.  He slipped his arm around my waist as I tucked my fingers into the belt loop of his jeans as we began to make our way through the extravagant and elegant jet.  Corin had shown me the living space, which had a rather comfy looking black leather sofa positioned on one side, with a large flat screen TV set up on the other, complete with surround sound.  Tucked away in the corner was a selection of books and a docking station for an iPod.  The kitchen area we already knew had been fully stocked for our journey with snacks, drinks and a choice of meals.  The bathroom was the second best area, it had an actual bathtub with jacuzzi mode and a separate shower.  It felt like we were in a hotel, not in a machine that was nearly 8 miles above the ground.