The flight to New York was strangely uncomfortable, both men with a hand on Gwen's thighs. Giles was being far more touchy since he'd found her sitting on the bathroom floor. Nikolaj was being far more quiet since Gwendoline had told him this afternoon just hours before they left for the airport.
Admittedly, he had been upset that it was negative. But ultimately 'okay', so he says, because now isn't the best of times. They're still under close watch for just a while longer, after the SAG Awards, they wouldn't ever be together as a cast again... While that thought was excruciating, they had given them the best years of their lives, it was also a little exhilarating. What would the future hold for them? Would they even continue doing film acting? Gwen knew that she would do Midsummer back in London, that was a long journey awaiting her. Nikolaj was set to do Macbeth, but after that... they didn't have anything else set in stone.
The lack of noise on the plane was nearly too much for Gwen. It was late, most the passengers were sleeping or doing nearly silent activities. I shouldn't be thinking, I should be sleeping. But I really need to know what the hell is going through their heads right now.
As if reading her mind, Nikolaj leaned over to her. He planted a kiss on her cheek and lowered his voice to a whisper. "2 minutes." He then excused himself, practically crawling over Gwen and Giles to get to the aisle where he proceeded to go towards the lavatory.
Gwen blinked a couple times at him as he walked away. He gave a usual dashing smile and a wink before disappearing. Oh god he's being serious.
Giles set his jaw and spared a glance at her, remaining silent.
She rested her head on his shoulder, her voice coming out barely above a whisper. "I can tell him to piss off."
"No, just... just go ahead." He took his hand off her thigh. She sat up to look at him, he only gave a slightly amused smile. "Don't wake the whole plane."
"Hey, I'll make it up to you, yeah?" She pressed a tender kiss to his lips. Giles gently grabbed the back of her head and held her there, meeting her mouth with a surprisingly hot and needy kiss.
As Gwen blinked her wide eyes at him, Giles simply leaned back, a small smug smile playing at his lips. "He's probably waiting for you."
She could only nod as her body pulled her up, into the aisle, and towards the lavatory. She pushed the door open and stepped inside, coming face to face with Nikolaj.
He grinned, glancing down at his watch. "I wasn't expecting you for another minute and 45 seconds." He reached around Gwen and locked the door.
"Nik, really, you can't be serious about... fucking in this tiny cubicle of a bathroom." She glanced around and couldn't help but chuckle. They looked ridiculous standing in here together, their heads nearly grazing the sloped ceiling, their bodies hardly a foot apart from each other. The heat radiating off of him was immense.
Nik pulled her flush against him, wrapping his arms around her. "Mm, that does sound like a bit of a challenge." He purred. "But you know how much I love a challenge." His hands trailed from caressing her back to gripping her ass. "Can you manage to keep quiet?"
She scoffed and raised a brow. "Can you ?" She did her best impression of Nikolaj, accent included, all while keeping her voice quiet. "Oh fuck yeah, what a dirty mouth you have, Miss Christie. Beg for me."
Nik bit back his laughter, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. But she saw the hint of mischief in his eyes, and could practically hear the wheels turning in his head. "If you think I sound silly, you should hear yourself." He mused. Gwen's eyes widened as she realized what he was about to do. Still biting back his laugh, Nik tilted his head back and let out a loud, high-pitched, whiny moan. "Oh fuck, Nikolaj! Oh god, yeah! Harder!"
