Tourgether

US Branch- The Plane

I dropped a two month feeder into my fishtank after I was done packing. Packing for two months is ridiculous. I walked into Phil’s room to see him yet again trying to zip up an overstuffed suitcase. I giggled as I sat on his suitcase. Phil barely managed to close it. He grinned and pecked my lips, “Thanks, Love.” I grinned back and pulled him into a deeper kiss, my arms wrapped around his neck. Phil picked me up only to push the suitcase aside and put me back on the bed, crawling on top of me. I undid the first couple buttons of his shirt and found myself attacking his neck. Phil moaned as my tongue hit his sweet spot. I grinned and continued licking and kissing that spot, holding back from biting and sucking.

“Ahem. Interrupting something, am I?” Dan asked from in the doorway. Phil blushed up to his ears when he turned to see Dan leaning against the doorway, smirking. I giggled as I sat up on the bed, fixing my hair. “Come on you two. Our taxi’s here.” I whined, “I don’t want to go yet.” I layed on Phil’s bed and held onto it as if for dear life. Phil chuckled as Dan walked over and tried to pick me up. I dragged Phil’s bedsheets with me. “Eliza! I just made that!” Phil complained. “I don’t want to go to America! I like England!” I continued melodramatically. Dan struggled to pull me away from the bed. “It’s not like you’ve never been there before!” I went limp. “Eliza?” Phil asked, “Have you never been to America before?” I shook my head, “Up until this year I had barely ever left London, and even if I did I went as far as Manchester,” I explained. I had always stayed home when Dan and Phil went to America, up until last year I had still been in Uni. I had lived a pretty sheltered life, my parents, my sister and I had lived in the same house on the outskirts of London all my life. “I literally just got my first passport this year.” Dan dropped me back onto the now stripped bed. “So Japan was the first time you went on a plane?” Dan asked. “And it was awful,” I reminded them. The ride was just one long turbulence. “Is that why you’ve been so nervous the last couple days? Are you scared?” Dan asked as Phil sat down on the other side of me. “No, of course not,” I denied as I stood up and faced them, “Why would I be scared? It’s just a giant hunk of metal held up by air.” Dan rolled his eyes at my sarcasm. “Aw, Eliza, it’s okay. Everyone’s scared of something,” Phil said as he stood up, put his arm around me and kissed the top of my head. “I’m not scared!” I continued to deny. “Phil get Eliza’s bags,” Dan said just before he lunged and wrapped his arm around my hips, and tossed me over his shoulders. “Dan! What are you doing? Stop!” I laughed as I slapped his bottom, but his jeans were a great cover. “You’re going to face your fears,” Dan said as he made his way to the doors. Phil laughed when we met him with all the bags in the lounge. Dan paused by Phil and pecked his lips, “Come on then, Loves. Time to go.” Dan picked up his bags with his free hand. I humphed and crossed my arms as Dan carried me out the door and to the elevator. Phil laughed as he followed behind with my bags and his own. Once in the elevator, and when the doors closed, Dan finally put me down. He pulled me in and quickly, but firmly, kissed me. He leaned his forehead against mine our noses nearly touching. “You’ll be fine, Eliza. Phil and I are going to be right there with you.” I smiled and nodded. Dan smiled and placed a kiss on my forehead just as the elevator dinged. We quickly separated and walked out just as some of our older neighbors walked in. They were quite traditional, I shouldn’t be living with any man I’m not married to. I’d hate to think what they’d say if they knew the truth.

Going through airport security was an awful experience. “Eliza, you have to take off your shoes,” Phil said. I cocked an eyebrow. “Why the hell would I have to do that?” Phil shrugged, “I don’t know it’s just something you have to do.” I sighed but took off my shoes, “Darn, now they’ll find the bomb I hid there.” Dan shushed me instantly, “Shh! Sarcasm is not taken too kindly here. Haven’t you seen my video on it?” I rolled my eyes. I walked through the metal detector and it beeped. The security guard, a man probably not much older than Dan and Phil, showed me the picture. Apparently I had metal in my boobs. I tried not to giggle as Dan glared at the man as he, as professionally as possible, patted me down. “I really shouldn’t have worn that bra,” I said as we put our shoes back on. It took me a while to lace up my high tops. “What bra has metal on it?” Phil questioned. Dan took a sharp breath, “Oh, that’s my bad. Remember Valentine’s Day?” I chuckled. While Phil had gone more traditional with flowers for me and chocolates (hand made) for Dan, Dan went a more risque route with a studded black bra for me but some totally innocent lion socks for Phil. I got Phil a huge lion plush and for Dan I had also gone a more risque route with a pair of black handcuffs. “Oh,” Phil blushed, remembering how Dan and I showed Phil our gifts to each other to him. I giggled and Dan chuckled, “Had I known you were taking your present I would have brought mine.” I raised an eyebrow, “Somehow I think that it would have given you trouble at security.” We all laughed.

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We got to our seats, we were in first class. We had two tickets next to each other and one across the aisle. Phil needed the window and the boys decided I needed to sit next one of them, so I sat next to Phil and Dan sat across the aisle. The plane rolled to the end of the runway and then began to speed down it. Phil rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb. I blinked down at our intertwined hands, I hadn’t even been aware I had grabbed it. I took a deep, shaky breath as we left the ground. Phil lifted my hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. “You’re okay, baby doll. You’re okay,” he whispered in my ear. I was happy the lights were dimmed for the take off because I was thoroughly blushing. Baby doll, or sometimes just doll, was Phil’s pet name for me. We all used ‘love’ as a pet name but Phil had given each of us our own special pet name for special occurrences. I was baby doll because I ‘was little and looked kind of like a porcelain doll’ but Dan’s had taken longer to come up with. Dan shot down ‘babe’ right away and didn’t like honey, sometimes hun, either. Phil stuck to it and it did eventually grow on Dan. My phone buzzed. ‘u ok luv?’ Dan. ‘Fine. Thx.’ I sent him back and smiled softly at him across the aisle. Phil kept our hands interlocked but he was looking out the window. I rested my head on his shoulder and watched as we ascended into the sky. I hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, none of us had, so it wasn’t a surprise when I drifted off leaning against Phil. I didn’t wake up until we touched ground in Florida.