Fallen From Graceland

Chapter 11

*~*JOVI AIR - Enroute to Los Angeles*~*

"Oh man, that was badass!" Phil X exclaimed on the jet the next day, still raving about last night's show. "Fuckin' electric!"

"Welcome to the circus, brother," Hugh said, clapping his hands for the guitarist.

Phil grinned at the bassist, his heart racing with excitement. "Thanks, man. It was a total rush up there."

"I know, right?" Hugh agreed, turning to Jon. "Didn't I tell you he was going to be great?"

"He was," Jon agreed. "And we've got plenty more shows coming up."

"Any news from Richie?" Tico asked in a worried voice.

"His Dad's not doing good," Jon replied, checking his cell for the hundredth time that morning. "There's talk of moving him into hospice."

Tico sighed, his heart breaking for his friend. "Poor guy," he said, shaking his head. "He's got a lot on his plate right now."

"Yeah, I know. I wish there was something we could do for him," Hugh added.

Jon shook his head. "Right now, the best thing we can do is keep everything normal."

"So you've talked to him, huh?" David asked and rolled his eyes.

"Course I have," Jon shrugged. "Anyway, Phil...are you ready for more madness?"

"I'm ready," Phil declared, turning to Lexi. "How does the magic work?"

Lexi blushed at the compliment, smiling shyly. "What magic would that be?"

"My dirty clothes smell of lilac and heaven this morning," Phil laughed. "Hughie said the wardrobe girls were the best."

Lexi giggled, her blonde hair bouncing as she shook her head. "Pure fucking magic, baby."

The plane soared through the sky, the sun casting its light into the cabin. The scenery below passed by in a blur, the clouds giving way to the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean. Slowly the atmosphere grew quiet.

Lexi made it a point to pass by Phil's seat whether it was for the bathroom or to move about. She made sure to linger just a moment longer than necessary.

The confined space of the airplane cabin seemed to amplify the tension between them, and Lexi couldn't help but revel in it.

With every movement, she could feel Phil's eyes on her, his gaze burning like a slow, smoldering fire. It sent shivers down her spine, igniting a longing she hadn't felt in a long time.

The subtle brush of her body against his as she stretched, the soft curve of her backside pressing lightly against his shoulder—it was all intentional, a silent invitation that she hoped he wouldn't be able to resist.

When he did lean over to ask her or David something or converse, she'd reward him by running her fingers through his dark brown tresses, making him visibly shiver and close his eyes at her touch. Or perhaps the reward was as simple as adjusting her skirt and allowing him to steal a glance at her panties.

It was clear that he was already under her spell.

The dim cabin lights cast a warm glow over the scene, enveloping them in an intimate cocoon amidst the sea of passengers and the hum of the airplane engines. Lexi stole glances at Phil whenever she could, catching glimpses of desire flickering in his eyes, mirroring her own.

His semi-bulge was evident when he stood and walked past her, his fingertips gently grazing her upper arm. She sat across from David toward the back of the seating area, her foot teasing the hem of his jeans. Their eyes met and he nodded towards the front of the plane.