“Hi,” I giggle but then his fingers are tangling into my hair and our mouths are fused together.
Killian kisses me with more passion than I’ve ever experienced. He’s hard under me and he can’t seem to get his pants undone fast enough.
“No, we can’t,” I say, as my skirt is shimmied up.
“We have to,” he replies and then my pantyhose are ripped and my underwear are shoved to the side as he pushes forward and fills me.
“Holy shit,” I groan into his shoulder.
“I’m gonna marry you,” he murmurs against my mouth, moving me back and forth over him.
I’m overcome with emotion as his tongue slips between my lips and licks at mine.
“I can’t believe this,” I say, kissing him back, rocking into him as he moves inside me, hips undulating from his seat.
He lifts me up, still inside me and then we’re moving to a couch across from where we’d been sitting, me on my back, my legs around his lower back.
“Believe it. It’s us until the end, baby. You ‘n me. The way it was fuckin’ supposed to be.” He spits that out with anger that startles me at the same time as moves me. I caress his stubbled jaw with both hands.
“Three years ago I could’ve had you. You could’ve had me.”
“I love you so much, Killian.” He moves faster into me and then slides his hand between us.
“Fuckin’ wish that, baby. Wish it was us all this time. I can’t wait any longer. Why should we, right? Never know what life’ll bring.”
I feel nervous at the prospect of the crew knowing what we’re doing. Despite his magical fingers on my clit, I don’t think I’ll be able to let go.
“Let go, baby. Pretend nobody’s here but us,” he says.
“Shh,” I put my hand over his mouth.
This makes him laugh.
Music is suddenly piped through the space. He laughs harder.
It’s I Want Your Sex by George Michael.
Ha. Ha. Very funny.
He slows the rhythm of his hips and his fingers while staring into my eyes, smiling, but also looking deep.
God, the way he looks at me.
My embarrassment wanes by the time we get to the chorus and I find he’s fucking me, plucking at my clit in a way that follows the beat of the song.
I grab his face and drag his mouth toward mine and catch a little nuance to the fucking. He pushes his hips harder every time George Michael says the word ‘sex’. I decide to join in the fun and listen for the word again. When George says it, I squeeze my Kegel muscle at the same time as Killian punctuates with his hips.
He catches on and it’s a fun little sexy game.
Thrust, pluck, squeeze. Thrust, thrust, thrust, pluck, pluck, pluck, squeeze.
And then when George starts with the grunting ‘HUH!’ part, Killian fucks me even harder with every HUH!
And I have no choice, I come, and audibly so despite the small space, but not finishing before the song is done. It cuts off before my sounds do and I cover my mouth.
And then the song starts again, and before it gets to the chorus again, Killian comes inside me.
As he’s catching his breath, he rolls off the narrow sofa onto the rug and zips his pants up, pulls my skirt down, and then drops another kiss on my mouth.
“We just joined the mile high club,” I announce.
He laughs. “We sure did.”
I giggle and cover my mouth. “I’m not gonna be able to look the flight attendant in the eyes.”
He laughs. “I am. I give no fucks. You shouldn’t either. I paid a fortune for this flight. You need the bathroom first? Go ahead.”
I get up, trying to smooth my hair, hoping that no one comes out before I get myself straightened out. The bathroom door is before the divider, thankfully. My legs feel weird with the giant hole in my pantyhose.
Inside the small space, I remove them and toss them in the trash bin along with my underwear, because those are totally soaked.
After using the facilities, I turn the tap on to wash my hands and that’s when I get a really good look at the ring on my finger.
It’s breathtaking. It’s got a big diamond and most of the rest of the ring is smaller diamonds, ending at the adjacent fingers. It’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen.
I can’t believe I’m engaged to Killian Coulter.
Wait! I can’t throw those undies and pantyhose away – those are my mile high underwear and pantyhose! Besides, the trash bin was empty so it’s okay if I fetch them. I fetch them and tuck them into a paper barf bag that’s attached to the side of the sink.
When I come out of the bathroom, he winks at me and slips in after me. I tuck the bag into my purse before I sit down and eyeball our champagne.
He proposed to me in an airplane soaring up into the sky. And then we had sex. Crazy. And seemingly random. But not likely random as he would’ve had to plan to pull this off.
He’s back.
“To you,” he says, lifting the champagne glasses and passing me one before he sits beside me on the sofa. “And me. To us.” He taps his glass to mine and we both sip from our glasses.
“Cheers,” I say after swallowing.
He holds out a ripe and juicy strawberry, so I lean over and take a bite off the end. He pops the rest of it in his mouth.
“So, Elvis, Liberace, or something less – Vegas?” he asks.
“Hm?” I frown.
“How do you wanna do this?”
“Do… this?”
He stares at me, tilting his head.
And it dawns.
“The wedding?” I ask.
He jerks his chin up.
“Our wedding? Tonight?”
He smiles. “Yeah, baby. Tonight.”
I shake my head. “We can’t do this tonight!”
His expression drops.
“My family. Susanna. They… they’ll kill me.”
Killian’s expression drops further.
“I’ve just gotten them all back, I can’t do that to them…”
He swallows.
God, he looks disappointed. And I hate it. I wanna undo it.
“Oh my God, I mean, this is the most romantic thing I can imagine, but I didn’t think you meant today, Killian. Can we… can we talk about this?”
He’s staring at the rug and he looks so disappointed I’m suddenly filled with panic.
I feel my body trembling. And then I sob.
And I feel utterly remorseful for bursting his bubble right now.
“Hey?” he grabs me and pulls me to him. “Settle down, baby, it’s okay.”
I’m trembling hard, bawling actually. I wrap my arms around him and I’m sobbing so hard I’m having trouble catching my breath.
“It’s okay, Violet, settle, baby.” He’s kissing my forehead and then holding my face in both hands. “Breathe. Slow down. Don’t cry. Shh.”
I’m sobbing so hard I’m hyperventilating.
Killian reaches to the side of the couch and grabs an airplane barf bag and flicks it open, then has it over my mouth.
“Slow, deep breaths, Violet. It’s okay.” He rubs my back and then reaches for a bottle of water from a basket filled with water bottles, bottles of ginger ale, airplane booze bottles, and packs of trail mix. He opens the water bottle and gestures for me to take some, lifting the paper bag away from my mouth.