The Adventures of a Schiz and Her Lover

Plane Ride

Xavier's lips were moving down my neck, trembling a little against my collarbone. His hands were squeezing my waist so tight. He was trying to distract himself, but it wasn't working. I slid my hand up to cup his cheek. When he opened his eyes they were wide with fear. I bit my lip to keep from grinning. He was so cute like this.

"Babe," I held his face so he had to look directly at me. "Take a breath for me." His jaw was clenched and he had to take a second to loosen it up before exhaling. His hands were still shaking. I took them and held them tight, breathing with him.

The plane encountered a bit of turbulence and he gasped, squeezing down tight on my hand. His breaths were rugged then, his eyes squeezed shut.

"Shh, love, calm down." I scooted closer to him, tugging him into my chest. He held me so tight, like he was afraid he'd drop out of the sky if he let go. His heart was hammering against mine.

I'm not sure I've ever seen him so genuinely terrified. I run my fingers over his biceps, down his broad chest and to his waist. He's so big and all these pretty muscles and yet... he's clinging to me for protection.

I lean upwards to kiss at his cheek, slipping down to suck his jaw into my mouth. He whimpered a little.

"You're okay." I whispered. "I'm right here." He nodded against me.

"Thank you." He murmured, opening his eyes.

"I've got you and I'm not going anywhere. You're fine and you're safe." He took in a shuddering breath, nodding still. He closed his eyes and pushed his head into my shoulder.

"I know." He loosened his hold a little. "I'm good. I have you."