Our Love Goes On and On

Da Bomb

"I'm going to punch you in the throat."

"Someone's mighty aggressive this morning."

I don't know how we got here, but we were wrapped in the sheets, rolling around the bed.

I couldn't even tell you how this started.

"You're heavy, get the hell off of me."

"You didn't say that last night," he sang,"you were too busy enjoying it."

I glared at him and tried to push him off, "Can you please get off of me?"

"Nope," he bent his head down into my neck and I felt his little pepper kisses, "I'm not moving. I'm imagining this being real."

"Real, huh?" I muscled up enough strength to push him over and straddle his stomach, "If it was real, this is how it would be."

Somehow I had a sheet wrapped around me completely and then there was one over the both of us, which was wrapped around him too.

Heaven knows how this happened.

"Oh, come on, you know it's mostly like this." he rolled us in the other direction, landing on me, "I'm always in charge, babe."

He went back to work on my neck, "You're only in charge when I'm tired." I kept the cycle going, rolling back on top, "You wish I would let you be on top."

"I actually like you up there, but," of course he rolls us over, "I like you here better."

"Well, too bad, now get off of me." I tried pushing him off again, but failed. "Ro, please, I want to get ready."

"What about our amazing make up--"

"I didn't agree to that, did I?" I smirked and rolled us back over, "I love you, but last night was enough for now."

I bent down and kissed him, not getting a response. I giggled and got off of him, going into the bathroom with the sheet around me.

Our plane left for Chicago in about two hours, so I don't know why he wanted to waste time.

I took a shower and got dressed and Roman did too. We got our stuff ready and we were checked out of the hotel in about an hour. I would say that's record time for us.

I hated flying on planes, especially when it took off and landed. Roman on the other hand, would get his pillow and fall right asleep.

"Ro, wake up." I poked at him, "Wake up."

His eyes opened a little quicker than I thought they would. "Yes?"

"I'm scared." I whispered.

"Why?"

"I don't know, I just don't like planes. It was shaking a few minutes ago and I really have to pee, but I'm too scared to go and I'm going to pee on myself if I don't go soon."

"I suggest you go to the bathroom."

I bit my lip and looked up at him, "Will you come with me?"

"To the bathroom? I don't think we can fit, babe."

"Not in the bathroom, but right there outside the door."

He chuckled as he moved the pillow from behind his neck. "Alright, let's go."

I got up slowly and made my way there, trying to stay in the middle. I always thought if there was too much weight on one side of the plane we'd crash, so I stayed strictly in the middle.

I got in there and stared at the toilet like it was a foreign object. Would my butt get sucked in when I flushed?

I decided to squat. No one ever died on a plane from squatting, right?