The Slave and Her Owner

In Love

"The more I see of the world, the more I am dissatisfied with it."

"Hannah. Hannah, wake up." I slapped whoever was attempting to disturb my sleep. I heard a gasp and a small smack to my cheek. I groaned and rolled over hoping they would leave me be. Instead, I felt a weight jump on me and slobbery lips on my face.

"Get off, you idiot." Suddenly, my blanket, warmth, and dignity were snatched away from me in that moment. I jumped at the coldness in the air and pulled my pillow from out behind me and covered my naked body. "What the hell, Grace?!" I yelled at her.

During some point in the plane ride, Van and I had a little alone time that we had used to our advantage and now I highly regret it. Grace stood with her hand on her hip and the blanket still in her other arm.

"Why are you even naked, Hannah?!" She yelled back.

"Maybe because I like to sleep with my clothes off." I said with a shrug hoping to dodge the question.

"That's bullshit. You and Van we're-" Van walked into the room from the bathroom with no shirt on and only her underwear.

"Hey, Han. Have you seen the shirt I was wearing last night?" Van asked me not even noticing my widened eyes and Grace standing in the middle of the room. I nodded my head towards Grace, but she still looked at me confused.

"What's the twitching for? You still asleep or something?" Grace cleared her throat and Van finally noticed her and scrambled for the pillow I was using to cover my top half. "Oh hey, Grace. Fancy seeing you here." She said nervously.

"I can't believe you two. In my own jet." She stormed off and slammed the small door behind her. Van and I looked at each other worriedly.

"What was that about?" Van asked.

"Maybe she's just jealous that she's not getting laid." That earned me a hard punch to my bare shoulder. "Ow."

"Should we go apologize?"

"Sure, why not? Maybe after another round though?" Van punched my shoulder again and glared at me.

"What the hell, Hannah?"

"I was just offering and clearly won't be happening any time soon with this dislocated shoulder of mine." Van sighed and playfully bit my bruised limb and flipped us so she was laying over me.

"You're cute." She laughed.

"Oh, yeah? Well, you're pretty."

"You're gorgeous."

"You're breathtaking."

"You're beautiful."

"You're-" I cut her off with my lips pressed against her's and my fingers tangled in her mess of hair behind her head.

"Let's stop before we become those kind of people." I giggled.

"Yeah, you're right. Complimenting you all the time would be so hard." I playfully gasped and lightly tapped her cheek making her do the same.

"Hannah, I would rather be in an overly-affectionate relationship than an abusive one."

"Stop insulting me and we won't be in one."

"Stop being easy to insult and I won't have to." Van sassed me.

"I could never." We both laughed at that and began putting our clothes on.

We both left our room and found Grace on her tablet and a blanket wrapped around her with ear phones in. Van and I gave each other a look and simultaneously ran to pounce on her. We were careful not to break her tablet or Grace and tackled her with kisses all over her and arms wrapped around her torso.