Sugar, Baby?

I'll hold you, I'll hold you

     I wake some time later to my ears popping, and I know that means we must be making our descent.

To my somewhat surprise and total delight, Jesy is sleeping soundly, still wrapped up in my arms. I don't want to wake her, because she needs all the sleep she can manage, but I know it's better for me to do it than for her to be woken up by the plane thumping onto the ground.

Still, I let her rest as long as I think I can. I can see out the window across from us that we're closer to the treetops than we are the clouds, so I know I have to wake her now.

"Jes," I whisper, running a gentle hand along her side. "Jesy, babe. The plane's gonna land soon."

"Hmm?" she grumbles, voice all scratchy with sleep. She turns in my arms to that her cheek is resting on my shoulder, her face dangerously close to my own.

"The plane's gonna land," I whisper into her forehead, dropping a little kiss there. "I thought you might want me to wake you up before we hit the ground."

She burrows her head into my neck, sighing.

"Jes," I whine halfheartedly. I don't want her to move, but we really do have to get ready to land. Unlike flying coach on a massive 787, we will not sit on the runway forever once we land. We'll hop off as soon as the plane quits moving. And since we're at the front, we'll be the first off the plane.

"You smell nice," she says sleepily, and I can't help but laugh.

"I wouldn't know," I remind her. "But thank you."

She hums again, burrowing deeper for just a second before pulling back entirely with a groan.

"I hate waking up," she says, leaning against my shoulder. We're not so snuggled up anymore, but we're still well buried under a blanket. I find Jesy's hand and give it a squeeze, delighted when she responds in kind. I stroke her knuckles, enjoying the contented little noise she makes when I do.

It's not long before the plane slams into the ground, causing me to clutch at Jesy's hand even tighter.

She doesn't seem to mind, giving me a soft, comforting smile in return.

I return it once the plane has stopped moving.

I quickly locate my backpack, which I shoved under the seat when we boarded the plane, but I can't bring myself to be the one to let go of Jesy's hand.

She seems reluctant to let go as well, as she grabs for her own bag with one hand as well.

"Are you left handed?" I ask, watching as she opens the bag and grabs things out with a deftness that my left hand lacks.

"Yeah," she says with a grin.

I can't help but smile big. "I'd say that makes us about the perfect pair, then."

I see her eyes go wide when I say it, and I immediately wonder what exactly I was thinking. Bollocks, Edwards. Could you be any more keen?

I've always romanticized the idea of having a partner with an opposite dominant hand, so we can do things like eat and hold hands, write and hold hands, hold hands between out desks at school- well, I guess that one doesn't apply so much right now, but. It gives you an idea of how long I've fantasized about this idea.

I briefly wonder whether I should tell Jesy all this, but thankfully, Jade chooses this moment to barge through the little curtain and rouse us.

"Time to go, Jesminda. You and Pez can resume your under the blanket hanky-panky later. For now, we've got things to do."

"Jade!" Jesy barks, but I just laugh. I'm starting to get used to the oddball that is Jade Thirlwall. I'm becoming quite fond of her, actually.