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3.6

//ashton//

Bridgette moaned as I thrusted in her again. This time I let a raspy moan escape my lips which were right by her ear. She tugged at the roots of my hair which only made me do it again.

"Fuck, Bridge." I breathed as she began to suck on the skin of my collarbones. I let one hand run down the side of her body, making her shiver beneath me. I balanced my weight on my other forearm in an attempt to not crush her tiny form.

"Get up, Ashton," she breathed against the marks she'd left on my skin. She suddenly pushed against me, knocking me to the floor. "Ashton, wake up."

I jolted up to see I was still on that half-full but still incredibly cramped airplane. I'd fallen asleep on Cooper's shoulder and the entire thing was just a fucking dream. I looked down just to make sure she couldn't see...anything. If she had, it was gone now -- Cooper knocking me to the floor effectively got rid of that.

"What?" I asked, looking around. The flap for my window had been pulled down at and I couldn't see the window across the isle without my glasses -- not to mention my sunglasses were on my face since we were in public.

"We've landed," she smiled, touching my arm. "You alright? You're breathing kind of heavy."

I knew my face was turning pink now, "Yeah, I'm just peachy."

-

From the airport, we hailed a cab. I looked up the flat building that we'd be staying in and found the address was in the center of Mayfair which was good because that was already in central London. That just meant more crowds and we'd be harder to find.

We were dropped off outside the main office so I could go in and put a down payment on the apartment. I was hoping that there might still be some clothes left in there so we wouldn't have to spend our money on clothes but even if we did, I could still get more money from the bank. I had Cooper wait outside while I went in and asked for the same apartment I had when I was younger before returning to Cooper with the key dangling from my fingers.

"Ready to move in?" I smiled.

"Yeah, where is it?" she wondered, looking around the small, rundown, square courtyard at the levels of apartments.

I took her hand, lacing them together, before leading her up a flight of stairs and down the hall. We rounded the corner and stopped at the one exactly in the middle - that's how I remembered which one it was. I unlocked the door to see it was exactly how we left it because as I said, hardly anyone lived in these flats.

It was dusty and smelled old, but that was easily fixable. Cooper didn't look disappointed, either, which was all I cared about. She looked around the room with a smile still on her face. It honestly wasn't much but it was so cute that she seemed to think so much of a three-room apartment -- five if you counted the two bathrooms off of the two bedrooms it had.

"You like it?" I asked, taking my sunglasses off.

"It's perfect." she breathed, still looking around at the space.

I shrugged, "We stayed here back when I was fifteen but we were only here for about a year. I should still have some clothes left here because we planned on coming back but never did. Maybe they'll fit you."

She stopped and gave me a smirk with her eyebrows lifted, "You want me to wear your clothes from when you were fifteen?"

"You'll look adorable." I told her, taking her by her waist and holding her in front of me.

"I'll look like a boy." she fake-pouted.

"It's better than wearing the same clothes you have been since getting caught." I pointed out. How did we forget to get her clothes from the house? I would just flash there and get them but I don't know this place well enough to flash back.