I Love Rock And Roll -- One-Shots

Honeymoon - Kirk Hammett FF

|ENGLISH VERSION|
|WERSJA ANGIELSKA|

Those had to be the best two weeks in my whole life! Just yesterday me and my greatest and only love, Kirk Hammett became married. As befits the young couple, right after the wedding we packed up our suitcases and went to the airport to begin the most wonderful journey of its kind. We parked our not so new car at the terminal and then made our way to the entrance. 

Having crossed the port's threshold, I felt like I was in a completely different world. The hall was enormous. The first rays of morning sun were breaking through the glasses of the ceiling, sweeping the building's indoors and faces of forever in hurry travelers with a golden haze. From every side there were coming sounds of wheels rattling on the tiled floor. Here and there some dissatisfied passenger was arguing with the costumer service about more or less important things. All together that had something unreal in it. I already knew the honeymoon was going to be amazing. 

-- What's up, amore mio? Ready for adventure? -- Kirk's warm voice stopped my being dumbstruck. My husband gave me a hug from the behind and place a delicate kiss on my cheek, what made the magical atmosphere in the air even heavier. 

-- Of course… -- I whispered, not yet getting rid of the feeling of amusement. -- That is such a beautiful place… -- I sighted. 

-- I know, princess! -- he agreed, giving me one more kiss. -- But when we arrive at our location it will be much better! You will see! -- The boy grabbed my hand and started to play with my fingers. -- Now, come on! We have to find our check-in point! 

-- I'm running, Kirky! -- Laughed I and after that I followed my lover's steps, not wanting to lose my arm, which he pulled like a little child who just saw desired toy. 

We were standing in front of several black conveyor belts, on which time after time there was landing another baggage. Above every stand there was hanging small screen on which you can see the destination. These were what we directed our sight at. 

-- Do you see New York anywhere? -- Kirk asked with a bit of consternation, wrinkling his eyes and nose in a sweet way. -- 'Cause I think I'm blind!

-- Here it is, my little silly boy! -- I snorted, pointing my finger at the very end of the room, where the stand number 49 was. -- Are we going? -- I questioned and jiggling cheerfully went in the earlier mentioned direction.

-- Oh, yeah, I see now. What a fool I am! -- now he bursted in laugh. After a while he joined me at the check-in point. -- Ah, it seems that we are going to wait… -- He gasped, giving a quick glance to a nearly three meter long queue that was dragging out ahead of us. 

-- Maybe we will, but at least together, hmm? -- I said in a flirty way, simultaneously crossing my arms on young Hammett's neck and briefly kissing him on the mouth. I think he liked it. 

-- Well, I suppose I can wait a bit… -- not opening lightly closed eyelids he revealed the set of nice, but somewhat crooked teeth. 

***

We went through all required procedures and a little tired fell on the local cafe's couch. We had  nearly one and half hour 'till the departure of our plane, so without any hesitation we decided to eat something. Despite it was just nine a.m., I already felt like I was able to devour the whole dinner. I looked at the menu and immediately my sight stuck in the noodle section. Spaghetti. Yes, that is what I needed.

-- What are you ordering? -- asked Kirk, not looking up from the card. 

-- I feel like having a spaghetti! -- I announced -- You don't even know how hungry I am! -- My stomach rumbled, as if it wanted to confirm my words.