Crush Me

Thirteen

Wilson

I wish these aisles weren't so narrow. Hmmm, I can feel the difference with the champagne in me. Just a little bit slower and I have to think about how to move. Need the seats to help me stay steady. I believe that makes me a cheap date.

Wilson paused as he came to his assigned seat. Jo-Jo was snoring softly. Ellis looked up, acknowledging his presence.

"I let her out of her cuffs. She's out cold right now, whined for more alcohol. Under that tough bitch façade, she's a scared little girl. Unfortunately, she's an alcoholic. Confessed a few things in her drunk ramblings, and I will attempt to get her some help. Don't know if she'll take it or not, but I can only try."

"Was just wondering how she was doing."

Wilson opened the overhead bin and grabbed his jacket shrugging into it before taking Leanne's and tucking it under his arm.

Ellis retrieved a set of handcuffs from the pouch in front of him and examined the seat.

"Are you going to restrain her again?"

"I was hoping to find a way to keep her in her seat. The best I can do is cuff her hands in front of her. It's just too painful to leave with them behind her for this long a flight. I'm regretting not turning the plane back."

"So, you're going to have to stay awake for the whole trip." Wilson shook his head in sympathy. "Good luck!"

"Handling sleep deprivation is part of the job. Just letting you know, Jo-Jo is a risk. She might try something silly. Very self entitled."

"FYI, she's always been that way. Her mother thinks she's a perfect princess."

The wry expression on the blonde marshal's face was priceless.

"Not surprised. I wonder about her. Maybe her father is a better approach for getting her the help she needs. Thanks for letting me know."

"No, problem. Why are you helping her?"

"Because I was a drunk teenager once upon a time. Time to pay it forward."

"Do you mind if I tell Leanne?"

"Just don't use my name. People need to see us as human. Thanks for thinking of it." Ellis brought Jo-Jo's hands out from under the blanket and snugged the cuffs down.

Wilson made his way forward.

Like Mom taught me, always look a little deeper. People are not what we assume. I can't wait to talk to her again. Can't wait to hold Leanne's hand again. And see if these feelings are a fluke or a thing.

He heard the soft click of Leanne's keyboard as he approached. Absorbed in her writing, she never noticed as he put their coats away.

"Hey, I'm back." Wilson pitched his voice a little louder to catch her attention.

"Hmmm, one second." Leanne quit typing and saved her work. "Just getting to the part where Jo-Jo got herself arrested."

Wilson told her about his conversation with the US Air Marshal.

"Just goes to show you, never make assumptions about what people are," Leanne said when he finished.

"He said you could use what we talked about in the blog. He wants your readers to know the Marshals aren't just about getting the job done."

"I will. Your timing was perfect. I'm going to quit for now though. I noticed I'm making a lot more typos. Hitting two keys at once, which I almost never do. I'd bet my last dollar trying to play my flute would be a problem too. Don't like that at all. Think I'll keep the alcohol to times when it won't matter if I even have more."

Wilson nodded. "Me too. But, and that's a big but, I like this feeling of relaxation. Maybe only on occasions that are special like today." He yawned, and his jaw popped. "I'm so ready for sleep."

"Me too. It's only eight o'clock."

"Doesn't matter. If we wake up before breakfast, you can work on the blog some more." He started to adjust his seat and let the footrest extend again.

Watching Leanne adjusting her seat, his body stirred again. The taught denim snugged over her bottom, and the gentle swell of her breasts caught his attention in a whole new way.

Is this what attraction is? I'm so confused, why with her and no one else? I thought I was gay, but not even with two of the best looking guys at school. At least they never teased me about being queer like it's a death sentence."

Leanne took her glasses off and tucked them into an empty compartment in her arm rest. "I'm a bit short sighted and I have bad astigmatism. I can see well enough to navigate without them, but reading music is almost impossible."

"You should get contact lenses. Your eyes are amazing." Wilson reached out to touch her shoulder turning her toward him.

"Mom's health plan won't pay for them. They're way more expensive because of the astigmatism. Besides, I can't stand anything coming close to my eyes. Found that out the first time the eye doctor had to put drops in."

Wilson nodded as she pulled her knees up under her so she could face him.

"Oh. Come to think of it, I would hate that too." He moved so they were facing each other with the armrests between them. His briefs were tight around him, and he leaned forward, as Leanne brought her face toward him.

I guess I don't have to ask this time.

He saw her pulse fluttering in her throat, just before their lips met. As much as he tried to keep his eyes open on the emerald stars which captivated him, the feelings running through him overwhelmed anything his internal world.

When her hands started to roam, and pulled his t-shirt free, he grabbed them, pulling away as he tried to catch his breath.

"I just want to touch you. To share what I'm feeling. Your body is amazing. I won't hurt you."

Wilson saw the tears shimmering, threatening to spill.

"I'm sorry, this is so new to me. I don't even really understand what's happening." He rested his forehead against hers.

"Touching like this is the normal next step. At least from everything I've read. I've never either."

"I mean it's not like I've never played with myself, but that's all. Feels really good, helps to put me to sleep, but never thought of doing this with someone else." Wilson knew he was turning red as he spoke.

"Me too," Leanne whispered. "But I really want to figure it out with you." She traced his lips with her index finger. "You have the most intriguing mouth. It does things to me, and I want more."

"Just a goodnight kiss, please." He yawned again. "We have lots of time to explore."

Leanne giggled softly. "I'm so tired too." An answering yawn greeted him, and her smile dropped the tension from him.

He brushed a kiss across her forehead. "This is how Mom used to tuck me in."

"You were lucky. I can't wait to meet her," Leanne twisted to lay down.

He grabbed his pillow and slid flat too. "Can we hold hands while we go to sleep?"

Wilson felt her palm against his as her fingers twined between his. Safe. Leanne squeezed three time, and he wondered what it meant as his breathing slowed. Again, the three squeezes, and he dropped into sleep.