Elvis & May

2: Turbulance

Elvis was shook to the core. Quite literally. He was shaking as he stepped forward; up the stairs to board the plane. May stood behind him, squeezing his hand in an effort to soothe his nerves.

When Elvis sat down in his seat, he immediately felt the urge to puke. Turning to May, he began to stutter
"Wh-What If the plane crashes?"
"It won't, baby."
"But-"
"Elvis. The plane's not gonna crash."
May's attempts to calm him down with words didn't help, so she resorted to pecking his lips, and squeezing his hand, leaning over to shut the blind, covering the window.
"Just focus on me, sweetie."

Elvis shut his eyes tightly and breathed heavily in through his nose and out through his mouth. When the plane took off, his stomach strained. May felt his hands sweating as he gripped her's tighter.
"You ok, Elvis?" She comforted, easing his stiffness.

He just nodded before leaning back into his chair.
"Uh huh..."

He sat like a statue in his seat, wincing whenever he'd try to open his eyes. His legs spread wide and back as a straight as a ruler - his stubborn body couldn't relax.

May, however, enjoyed the ride - dispite poor Elvis' nerves. She rested her head on Elvis' shoulder; ran her hands through his hair; and tried anything she could in attempt to calm him down. A leggy air hostess soon came sauntering down the isle, and noticing Elvis' nervous state, offered him a small paper sick bag. Elvis barely opened his eyes to peer at the attractive employee, and merely told May to accept the bag and pass it to him. He took it from May's hands and thanked her, muttering all he could manage. He wasn't sick in the bag - but used it as an inhaler and paced his breathing with it.

After about 10 minutes, Elvis' travel pill kicked in.
"I feel better, baby - the travel sickness I mean - but I'm still scared as hell, May." He wimpered in a quiet tone, so no other passenger heard him.
"What can I do?" Offered May, whom Elvis seemed entranced with.
"Just sit there, baby - so's I can look at ya' when I need to." He snickered, putting his hand on May's upper thigh. May giggled to herself and read her book to pass the time.

Elvis' impatient leg was jittering like he had ants crawling on him.
"How long now, baby?" He'd keep pestering. May felt like his mother, soothing him each time:
"Not long now, Elvis."

May crept her dainty fingers onto the back of Elvis' neck when he began to feel woozy again.
"Mmmn..." He sighed. "That's good stuff, honey."

Elvis soon fell asleep with May caressing his upper spine and rubbing his neck and shoulder joints lightly.

When he opened his eyes, he was in Hawaii.