Crush Me

Seven

Wilson

She's sitting down again. Whew! I almost blew it. She's so quick to think she's not wanted, or she's done something wrong. I'll have to be careful. She'll run like a scared cat.

"Tell you what, let's not talk about our families anymore. Let's agree they're a mess, and I want to know more about the poem you wrote for the contest. What inspired you?"

Leanne shrugged her shoulders and shook her bangs down over her eyes.

"I love nature. And I really love the Japanese poetry forms, so I put them together in an anthology of blue themed poems. There were thirteen of them."

"I'd love to read them. Were they haikus?"

"Some of them. My favorite one was about a mountain. I wish we lived closer to some really big ones."

Wilson nodded. "I'm kind of partial to the ocean. But even better, mountains close to the shore. Like Hawaii has."

"Love the beach, too. Hawaii is beautiful. I'd love to see it some day," Leanne gave him a tiny smile. "Here comes Frank. He's got a couple of blankets and pillows. I wonder if he has ice for you too." She accepted a blanket from the steward as he arrived at their seats.

"Here. I've put a plastic bag of ice cubes inside of this pillowcase. Put it on your worst injury," Frank said.

Wilson heard them sloshing as he dropped it into his lap, grimacing. "The Advil I took, got rid of the worst of the pain. This should help even more. Thanks."

My cock is going to disappear right back inside me. Freaking cold.

"I'll take your empties. Dinner will be served in a couple of hours. I'd suggest napping. If you don't get some sleep, it will be a very long day." Frank disappeared down the aisle.

"I'm so tired. Didn't sleep much last night. Nerves were making me nauseous," Leanne said. "Can we put the armrests up?" She started feeling around under hers looking for a release mechanism.

"Here. It's right under the end." Wilson showed her.

Leanne did the other one and made a bench out of the three seats in their row.

"What do you want to watch?"

"You choose. I'll be asleep in about five seconds flat." Leanne pulled her legs up after she wiggled her back around so she was leaned against him.

He put a pillow behind her head. "You don't want to get a stiff neck. They keep it pretty cool in here. Lean into me, put your headset on. Do you like Star Wars?"

He watched Leanne fight with the earbuds on the cheap airline headset. When she got them to stay in, he clicked through the selection of movies and said, "How about Return of the Jedi?"

"Works for me. Love John William's music. Learned the Cantina song from the first one."

He knew he'd be watching it alone, as Leanne stretched through a huge yawn. Come to think of it, he wasn't going to be far behind her falling asleep himself. The ice was melting fast, and the lump on his bruised groin shrank more the longer he kept it cold. He put his arm around her and pulled her snug against his side.

"Hmmm, first time sleeping with a guy," Leanne mumbled.

"Surprise, my first time too, with a girl. I don't know what changed, but you're getting under my skin. And I'm surprised. I really like it." He hit the start button on the screen.

"I feel safe with you, Wilson. Thanks for being my friend. Let's try friends with hugs and cuddles first. Slow might be better at least while we're on the plane."

"Hmmm, maybe." He caught her gaze for a long minute. "Do you want to take your glasses off?"

"Nah, it's not like we're rolling around on a bed." Her emerald green eyes had tiny wedges of lime green in them and a darker band of spruce green around the edges of the pupils. Her impish smile, a full one this time, tugged at his heart.

He gave her a squeeze as her eyelids fluttered closed, and turned the movie off again before spreading the two blankets over them. Listening to Leanne's soft breathing was one of the sweetest symphonies ever, and he was asleep in a blink.

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"Hey! Everyone! Look at the lovebirds. Wilson and Leanne sitting in a tree..." the words stumbled and slurred, as Wilson woke up. He swatted at a phone someone stuck in his face, knocking it flying, and followed its path as it hit the window. Nice I-phone. It slid down the wall and disappeared into a crack at the edge of the cabin floor. Bye, I-phone.

"You fucking asshole. How dare you?"

The enraged screech grew in volume as Jo-Jo vented her fury. "You're going to pay for this." She launched herself at him with her claws extended, heading for his face.

Leanne groaned beside him and threw the blankets off. Covering the bully, they effectively blocked her attack. She scooted over toward the windows, as Wilson stood and pulled the blanket tight around Jo-Jo's shoulders, trapping her arms. He pushed her down into his seat, keeping a firm hold on the it so she couldn't free her hands.

"Let me fucking go. I'm having you arrested." Spittle hit his t-shirt as Jo-Jo continued to struggle.

"Smell the booze. She's drunk. Is she even eighteen?" Leanne asked.

"Have no idea. I expect Frank and crew asked for ID, so..."

Jo-Jo lifted her legs and swung them up to kick out at Leanne. Wilson saw Frank coming up the aisle, with a tall blonde man following him. He leaned forward, wrapped his arms around her torso and lifted. Yanking Jo-Jo backward, he pulled her off the seat, over the armrest, and onto the floor.

"Not on my watch, bitch." Wilson made sure she stayed in the aisle as she tried to roll over and raised her knees.

"Watch those feet. You're under arrest." Frank's companion pushed Wilson away, and put a knee in the middle of Jo-Jo's back.

"My Mom will get you fired. All of you. Wasn't doing anything to them. And my phone is gone." She kept trying roll and screamed. "Rape!!!"

"United States Marshal, Sargent Ellis Mahoney. You're under arrest for drunk and disorderly, and I'll be sitting with you for the rest of your flight. I suggest you relax or resisting arrest and assault will be added to your charges. If you behave, it might only be a fine when we land."

The Sargent tightened the handcuff he snapped shut on the struggling girl's wrist and twisted her other arm behind her.

"You can't do this to me!" Jo-Jo started to sob. The second one ratcheted snug on her other wrist.

"Watch me." Ellis hauled her to her feet. "Do you have anywhere for me to sit with my prisoner?"

"Right here." Frank pointed to Wilson and Leanne's seats. "I'm upgrading them to first class. Grab your stuff, kids."