Beyoncé
Megan leans her head on my shoulder as the plane flies us to Atlanta, Georgia.
We've decided to relocate us to my Atlanta house to get away from Houston for a bit, so I could have this Wallace situation figured out with Megan states away and safe from him.
I don't care if I'm madly in love, I'd do this for anyone I'm cool with. I've seen enough death in my life to just let it potentially happen again, and sit still and scared.
She adjusts her blanket around her and I sneak a small kiss.
"Bey..."
"Shhh. We almost there."
"We in a private jet, Beyonce, why you whispering' so damn much?"
"I'm kinda paranoid." I make a face.
She shakes her head, "You? Scared?"
I bring the blanket over her face playfully.
"Babygirl, Getcho ass to sleep until we get there."
She laughs and grabs my neck, holding me right where she wants, we kiss for a while. After all it's just us on this plane with the flight attendants and the pilots and whatnot.
She hums into the kiss and almost continues it but I stop and pull away.
"Go to sleep." I say semi-sternly.
"Fine, Bey." She huffs and goes back to resting her head on my shoulder.
Her weight on my body is reassuring as the plane lands and turbulence is experienced. I hang onto her for dear fucking life, I'll never be able to live that shit down.
