Tell Tale Heart [Pierre Gasly]

Chapter Eight

"Well ladies and gentleman, this is your captain speaking, we are all set for lift off." A voice announces over the speaker system and I close my eyes in frustration as I slip my hand back out from under his top as I fall back into my seat. I let out a huff of air as I pull my headphones out of my bag and pull them onto my head, ignoring the dazed gaze of Pierre who was still slouched where I had left him.

I didn't look back at him, refusing to let myself despite him staying like that for far longer than was appropriate as signalled by the air hostess looking at him confused as she walks past us checking our seatbelts are done up. I hit Pierre lightly in the stomach as I scroll through Instagram on my phone to get him to wake up and it works, he catches my hand and I work hard to not gasp at the sparks of electricity that seems to shoot from his fingers as he throws my hand back into my lap.

I bite back the smirk that threatens my face as I can see him beating himself up for wanting me so badly.

I had never felt so wanted by anyone before and it felt fantastic. I never wanted it to end. Once we've taken off I lean back in my seat, bringing my knees up to my chest as I try to get comfortable, closing my eyes to try and calm myself down, quickly falling into messy dreams of Pierre that are anything but calming.

I'm woken by a sharp shove, dislodging me from my comfortable position, the constant current of energy telling me instantly that I'm resting my head on Pierre's shoulder, which in turn causes my stomach to explode in butterflies. Another nudge from his shoulder and I force my eyes open, trying to blink away the sleep that has caught in them and is blurring my vision. "Allez, belle endormie, il est temps de se lever," [Come on sleeping beauty, time to get up]. A soft smile comes on my face before he corrects himself in English. "Come on homewrecker, up you get." He says this time more forcefully nudging me and I nod as I sit up and stretch out.

"Technically, you're the homewrecker...it's my home that was wrecked. I'm the one broken hearted after being tempted into bed with the Pierre Gasly. And what a disappointing night it was," I lied in an overly fake devastated voice as I stood up and looked around seeing a near empty plane. Knowing he was currently glaring at me I lifted my arms above my head and stretched from side to side, baring a sliver of my toned stomach to him before dropping them and stepping into the aisle.

"Then why were you begging me for more an hour ago?" He questions from right behind me, his voice so low it could almost be considered a growl as he steps so close that my back is pressed firmly to his front and I roll my eyes, not that he could see.

"No, I was pointing out that you could try for another round because the damage was done. I am no longer taken, but...now that I'm less sleep deprived, I'm remembering how disappointing that would be...so offer rescinded." I tell him as I bend over quickly on purpose, making sure my ass grazes against his groin as I pick up my handbag and gather my stuff together. I hear him let out a light groan and when I stand up and turn around he has a hand over his eyes as though that will just undo everything. As if he can erase the memories of a moment ago by simply unseeing it and that will delete the unsanitary thoughts he just had. "C'mon Pierre, let's go boy!" I call him like a dog and instantly watch the hands fall away from his face as he looks at me utterly unimpressed but I can see some light amusement dancing in his eyes.

I really don't know what's going on anymore...but it's something that isn't blind hatred.

Maybe that's good.

I start walking to the exit and soon after I hear Pierre joining me as we're the last couple of people off the plane. The Air Hostess at the front nervously asks for a photo with him and I check over my shoulder to see him smiling and nod, holding out my hand for her phone as a few of them assemble and I try and get a good angle to get them all in.