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We step onto the airplane, and everyone, well not everyone but a lot of people. We don't know how many Russians are hiding so we came over prepared, or underprepared.
I and Lorenzo step into the private area, "this is going to be amazing, or terrible." I say while sitting in one of the two seats, "it's going to be fine love." He places a hand on my thigh, "so, you know I'm not fucking you on this plane right, you did that last night, and the night before that, and every night since we got married."
"That's what you say now," I laugh at his words, "you don't give up do you, Lorenzo? We need to go over the plan." I say before a flight attendant opens the curtains, "can I get you guys anything?" She asks politely, "No, and knock next time." Enzo snaps, "Be nice to her." I say before hitting him in the chest, "No thank you Ma'am and can you please knock next time?" He asks sarcastically, "Of course, sorry." She closes the curtain back.
"That wasn't so hard now was it?" I ask, "It really was, you looked stressed, want me to relax you?" He asks, "dirty, dirty boy, I'm fine I just have a headache." "I know a cure for a headache." He whispers in my ear, "and I know that your cure for a headache is the reason we will get killed if we don't go over the plan," my voice slowly raises.
"If we go over the plan we have to go talk to them, I am bound to be very, very mean if I'm not relaxed." He whispers in my ear, the intercom comes on going over safety and all that bullshit. When it goes off, "we have the rest of our lives to have sex, we only have one chance to kill the Russians, all of them so can we please go over the plan?"
"Calm down, the Russian's bullets suck, they aren't expecting us and the flight is like fifteen hours, we have plenty of time, breath." He says calmly, "Im fine." I begin pinching my skin like I always do when I get scared, nervous, sad, or mad. "Angel, breath." He picks up my jaw so I'm looking at him, his eyes filled with lust.
"Thanks, fifteen hours?" I ask, I hate planes, I ride them only when necessary but fifteen hours may kill me. "Yes, fifteen or sixteen." My eyes unintentionally fill with tears, "what's wrong love?" He asks brushing his thumb over my cheek, "I hate planes, like a lot but I'm fine."
"You didn't think it was important to mention?" He asks, "No I'm fine." A tear drops from my eyes, "Your not fine, your crying." He points out, "I'm fine." "Why do you do that, keep saying you're fine when you aren't? It's me, talk to me, Elora." He caresses my lip with his thumb.
"I'd rather not," I whisper before kissing him. He pushes me back into my seat, "Don't use me as a distraction." He says, "well I could use a distraction, what do you want from me?" "I want you to talk to me." "I don't like planes, but I am fine." I assure him, "why the sudden change of heart?"
"It's just fifteen hours is a long time to be on a plane, which I don't like and sex is a good distraction, so does this thing have a door?" I ask, he stands up and pulls a door from behind the curtain, "It's not soundproof." He says before removing his shirt, "I do recall you moaning the last time I touched you." I say while also removing my shirt, "I didn't do any such a thing." He arches an eyebrow, "it's me, Lorenzo, you don't have to lie."
