STILL | NH |

TWENTY SEVEN

Niall

My fingers have not stopped their incessant movement ever since Rigby and I both got off of that fucking plane, it's like my mind is possessed and I can't sit still.

Never in my fucking life did I ever think that the most insatiable girl I had ever met would get me off in an airplane bathroom. Literally never, although, I am definitely not complaining. 

I hated that when the steward asked if I would trade seats with someone, I said yes immediately. When the woman with the dark eyes and swollen belly stood behind him, there was no way that you couldn't have told me not to switch seats.

I figured I would be able to read a little bit, relax and just enjoy the flight. Reading was something that my busy schedule didn't seem to allow me to do very often, so when the opportunity would arise to partake in the relaxing activity, I would.

Only, usually when the opportunity would arise, a siren with a perfect ass didn't drop a note in my lap to meet them in the bathroom.

She's gonna fucking kill me.

Opening the bathroom door she looked like she was about to change her mind, I could practically see her overthinking, although when I lifted her up and placed her on the almost non existent counter — the whimper that escaped her told a completely different story.

Don't even get me started on her mouth.

That fucking mouth.

Looking down at her on her knees with me in her mouth was something I had been praying to be able to experience, the act of something so sinful that only the devil himself could have answered that prayer for me.

There's no way the people on that plane didn't know what we did and truth be told I don't think either one of us really gave a shit. I wanted to bend her over and sink into her, feel her warm walls clench around me, I wanted everyone on that fucking plane to know she was mine.

Because I switched seats, I exited the plane before Rigby did so when my feet took me to the end of the walkway, I leaned against the wall to wait for her. Seeing her just walk up the small tunnel, knowing that of all the people she could be searching for, she would be searching for me made my chest tighten in ways that I wouldn't be able to explain even on my best days.

When she asked me about Harry meeting to pick us up, she looked so confused at the news that we would be taking an Uber instead, making me want to kiss away the furrow in her brows until she never had another thought that could bring those lines between her iridescent green eyes again.

That just brings me back to where I am now, standing in the elevator of my building as Rigby stands next to me with her arm leaning across the handle of her suitcase as she looks through her phone, her delicious bottom lip pulled between her teeth.

"Ready?" My voice brings her out of her daze, smiling at me as we walk out of the elevator and down the hallway. "Come on."

Following me through my front door, Rigby maneuvers her stuff to sit near the entryway before excusing herself to the bathroom while I rolled my suitcase all the way back to my bedroom, knowing that I'd have to unpack everything before my brain would even contemplate letting me get any sleep that night.

I could hear her come out of the bathroom, heading in towards the kitchen as I unzipped my bag.

"Hey, Rigs?" Calling out to her, I could hear her feet shuffling back down the hallway until she popped her head into my room, a soft hum leaving her lips as she looked at me.