Wet Wishes

Flight Delay

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and again, requests are open!

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"Let's go to the restroom and make out," I voiced my thoughts. "Or maybe more?"

I was getting kind of tired of just sitting and staring at the overly decorative walls and carpets. Even the VIP private terminal has only so much to offer you if you're waiting for a flight that's been delayed.

I looked around, smiling slightly at the stewardess by the confectionery counter. There were around twelve people in the room, three of them were staff and two were me and my girlfriend. If anyone noticed who she was, they didn't let on.

"Sel... c'mon! The flight's going to take, like, 40 hours," I insisted upon receiving no answer, tapping my feet impatiently. It wasn't really 40 hours. It would take only about less than an hour. We'd already been here for over 2 hours. My carry-on bag shifted slightly next to me as I shook my leg. "I promise we'll be just a minute?"

"I said, yes? Let's go?" Selena looked at me, smiling. She set her phone aside and gave me another one of her angelic smiles. "You aren't listening."

"What? Really?" I stared back, lips parted. "I thought you—"

Selena shut me up by promptly kissing me, leaving me both breathless and slightly confused. She put on her shades and tied up her hair, flipping her hood back on. When she caught me staring, I joked, "Incognito mode activated."

LAX is a huge place with innumerable people perpetually milling about. We'd decided to fly commercial without bodyguards so covering up was probably the safest option. And even though this was the private terminal, if anyone were to identify Selena Gomez making out with her girlfriend in the restroom, it would be public knowledge within a matter of minutes. Apparently, famous people don't have privacy.

We each grabbed our cabin bags and tried to casually amble toward the restroom, as if we were about to do something illegal. Selena's grey rollaboard trailed behind her as I flanked her back. Nobody looked up from their business and the staff tried to look as politely uninterested as they could.

We had barely reached the restroom that Selena turned around and locked the door behind us. It was a surprisingly clean place with muted beige walls and a floor-to-ceiling mirror on one side of the wall. I didn't waste time lingering on our surroundings, only making sure there weren't any other people in there with us. Noticing none, I immediately pushed Selena against the door and attached our lips.

"Mm," Selena groaned as she felt my hands in her hair, letting her tied-up hair loose. She pulled away and glanced at me with an amused expression, her lips quirked upward. She took off her shades and dropped the cabin bags on a chair by the door. "You're enthusiastic today."

"I'm just bored," I shot back, grinning to match her smile. She didn't reply. Instead, she grabbed me by the back of my neck and reattached our lips; this time with me pressed up against the wall.

"Never gunna get bored of this," I mumbled against her lips, her hair tickling my neck.

"Really?" I could literally hear the amusement in her voice. "Bet you wouldn't ever be bored of this too, hm?"

"What..."

Selena pulled away again, the ghost of a smirk on her lips. She reached into her cabin bag and pulled out a thick pink thing made of what looked like silicone. It took me about ten seconds to figure out what it was. Its harness was made of cloth and leather so that's why it went undetected by the frisker.