"What are you?" He asks me, breaking the silence. I am quite shocked by this question. Mostly because I don't even know how to answer it.
"Werewolf. I think... And you are a vampire," I state. He nods.
"You don't smell like a werewolf." He lifts his...
We sit and talk for quite some time, just poking fun at each other and laughing. We also finish the movie I had put on earlier. I don't even remember what it was called anymore, since I paid way more attention to Dom than watching it. All I remember was something about the main character having a lot of money, and then going to jail, and that's about it.
While I browse around for another movie to put on, I feel Dom quickly grasping my shoulder and then pointing at one of the titles, saying that that had been one of the first movies he ever watched an eternity ago. I feel kinda torn between liking his touch and being confused as to why I like it so much. I still don't really know why I had felt so pissed off and possessive with that first stewardess, who tried to seduce Dom. I just know, that when I saw what she was up to, and she had looked at me with that victorious look, I couldn't let that slide, and had to put her in her place. My first instinct had been to punch her in her nose, but luckily I managed to hold myself back. Unfortunately, it then resulted in me acting on my next impulse, which was to kiss him.
A nice wave of shivers run down my spine at the thought of all that transpired next, as I had straddled him while he bit into me. I don't know har far we would have gone, had we not been interrupted. I still don't know whether to be annoyed or thankful for that either. I then wonder how much he drank of me - it couldn't have been that much, since I didn't feel lightheaded at all... Well except for the lightheadedness caused by my lust and desire.
A small knot then forms in my stomach, at the thought that maybe I am the only one making me feel so attracted to Dom, and that he may not have anything to do with it, other than him looking as he does. And touching me, and kissing me as he does... My mind wanders off again, thinking about all the things I would like him to do to me. How I would like to feel his hands cupping all of my most intimate parts and feel his body up against mine without any clothes on.
I shake my head, bringing me out of my dirty thoughts, and try to convince myself, that he must be playing some kind of mind games on me. Then I can play ignorant and avoid facing my feelings for him just a little time longer.
I reach the bottom of the selection of movies, and sigh, falling back into my chair. I tilt my head slightly and look over at Dom, who looks back at me with a smile.
"Tired?" he asks, and I nod and then close my eyes and snore in a silly way, demonstrating just how tired I am. He laughs at that and I open my eyes and can't help but smile too. I then pull myself up and sit more sideways on the chair, so I face him. I have my left leg propped up on the chair, so I fold my arms over the knee and rest my head on them.
"How much longer before we arrive?" I ask right before a big yawn takes me by surprise, prompting Dom to yawn as well before answering.
"It's a 16-hour flight, so I reckon we still have like 13-14 hours left?" he answers now rubbing his eyes.
"I think I'm just going to try and sleep for the rest of the flight then," I say and then sit up again, looking around for pillows or blankets.
"Good idea, I think I might just join you on that," Dom replies in a sleepy tone. He looks at me searching around for a bit, before reaching over and pushing a button on a small display located on the cushion between us. Immediately the footrest on my chair starts to lift as the seat leans back. I tuck up my legs as I fear they would otherwise be trapped. I mean it seems like a cool feature, but also faintly reminds me of a torture device.
The seat is now completely flat, and I sit a bit awkwardly on top, not really knowing what to do now. That's when I hear Dom let out a little snort of laughter, before getting up on his knees on his seat. He walks closer to me with his hands, before leaning in over me, incredibly close. He holds my eyes with his, and I feel my heartbeat quicken as I hold my breath, not sure what's going to happen. Then he smiles playfully and averts his gaze to look at something next to me.
He reaches down in a compartment box I hadn't seen, that's between my seat and the wall of the plane. He pulls out two bags made of high-quality mesh and then leans back into his own seat. He puts one of the bags down between his legs and opens up the other while looking at me with a wicked smile. He pulls out a small pillow and a thick blanket. Then he leans back over to my seat again before propping up the pillow.
"Lay down," he instructs while lifting his eyebrows and nodding down towards the pillow. I grunt in mock annoyance but comply nonetheless. As I lie down he whips out the blanket over me, covering me perfectly as it falls down on me.
"Here you go, M'lady," he says and I roll my eyes in response.
"I like it when you serve me," I say in a mocking tone, but also actually meaning it, as I roll onto my side and tuck the blanket around me. It's not the best pillow or blanket, but it's alright. Next to me Dom has also turned his chair into a bed and is in the process of folding out his blanket. He plops down also on the side facing me and lets out a long breath as he gets comfortable.
"I enjoy serving you as well. Maybe next time we can share a bed, and I can give you a back rub or massage... you know, just as a service," he says winking at me. I laugh in response before turning back over and sitting up, so I can reach the button to turn off the lights over us.
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