Shourtney AU - Loving So Hard (Mature)

#72 - The Airport

*Courtney*

Shayne and I were an efficient team, and so we had managed to pack our luggage for our four day honeymoon in advance, days before the wedding. Furthermore, Jango had already been dropped off to Kari's place, as she'd be taking care of him for the duration of our trip. The flight was an agonising ten hour long journey, meaning Shayne and I would have to control ourselves for a very long time. Nevertheless, we both knew we'd probably end up having sex about a bazillion times during the honeymoon itself.

The time difference between Los Angeles and Barbados was three hours, with Barbados obviously being ahead as it was further east, therefore, we were due to arrive very early the next morning. That didn't bother us though, we could stay up all night, and we were going to.

A festival was going to take place in Bridgetown, the capital city of the tiny island, but honestly, I couldn't see Shayne and myself leaving our luxury honeymoon suite. As Chandler Bing once wisely said, "The room expects sex!"

My perfect husband inadvertently made me feel all sorts of ways, and during the drive to the airport I couldn't stop admiring him, loving him with every lustful gaze. He simply smirked as he focused on the road.

Our phones erupted with messages from all of our friends and family members, wishing us a safe trip, and Olivia jokingly sent me screenshots of all the nearby pharmacies in the vicinity of our hotel, adding the over-zealous caption, 'Now take it easy, Court. I know it's a four day trip with ya new hubbie, so this is just in case you two run out,' preceding a winking emoji and... the eggplant. It caused me to laugh and blush all at the same time, and Shayne had the exact same reaction. It wasn't like we used condoms much anyway...

After checking our luggage in, we resided in the food hall area, awaiting our flight with both anticipation and trepidation. I had never been too comfortable with flying, even from a young age, and I had never even left the US. This was going to be my first ever trip to a different country.

The bland oak table in the Starbucks we were located in acted as an elevated platform for Shayne and I to share earbuds and listen to music together quietly in the background. Simultaneously, we chatted about nonsense, most notably debating over who was more powerful; Spider-Man or Star Lord. I vouched for Star Lord simply to make Shayne jealous, as he proceeded to whine about my 'crush' on Chris Pratt. Sure, he was an extremely handsome guy, but he was nothing compared to my Shayne.

Saying this cheered my husband up, and his seemingly annoyed countenance was lifted and replaced with blissful glee, before he gave me a kiss and firmly stated, "You're mine, Courtney."

Jokingly, I replied, "Jeez, possessive boy."

Shayne chuckled and swiftly nodded, "Hell yeah I'm possessive of you, but you love it."

I smirked, "Yes. Yes I do."

Time then edged ever closer to 3pm, and Shayne and I began strolling over to the gate, hand in hand. People started to give him some strange looks as he had slung my purse over his own shoulder. This was due to the fact that I had previously complained about it being too heavy, and it made me love him all the more. He didn't care what other people thought of him, as long as I was happy.

Boarding the plane always stressed me out. Simple, strange things made it all worse. The plastic smell, the coughs and splutters of fellow passengers, the droning symphony of carbon fibre wheels rolling across ceramic floors, before mounting the stingy carpeted surface in the aeroplane. The fake smiles from the stewards and stewardesses alike weren't of any aid either. I didn't want to sound like a snob or anything of the sort, but the confining atmosphere really put me on edge.

"It's alright baby," Shayne whispered, gripping my hand tightly and stroking the top with his thumb.

I allowed a small grin to play across my lips. Shayne was able to detect even my smallest tendencies and habits, and he was especially prolific at picking up on my emotions.

Finally, we took our seats in the gigantic 747, with Americans making up the majority of the aircraft, preparing for their Caribbean holidays. I was so indescribably ecstatic. This was my honeymoon!? I had been dreaming of this since the second Shayne and I started dating, and he always made fun of me in high school for thinking so far into the future, but look where we were. Right where we were supposed to be.