The flight to LA had been very full and very uneventful other than the screaming baby. Neither of them slept, instead they did a lot of talking about an array of subjects, most notably what he should do for a living if they were here long enough to need a job. They thought about the fish market, but that didn’t feel right in this timeline. It was an option, however, and knowing that it was out there if all else failed kept Steve grounded. There was the Salem PD, but Steve didn’t think that would fly right now, either. It might in their rightful timeline, but he doubted it for this one. Roman stood up for him, but he still wasn’t Steve’s greatest fan just yet.
“There’s always the ISA,” Steve smirked.
Kayla whipped her head at him, her eyes like fire. “That’s not funny.”
“Uh-oh. Touched a nerve.”
“You could say that. You’re not working for the ISA.”
Steve shot her his own terse look. “Of course, I’m not. I wasn’t serious, Kayla.”
She gathered herself from her overreaction and relaxed into the seat. “Sorry.” Her eyes punctuated how serious she was on the subject, but she did relax.
“But I might look at the PI business again.” That made sense to both of them. “Only thing is that technology has come a long way, and I think I’d drive myself crazy with not being able to have the tools I really want ‘cause no one’s invented ‘em yet.” He scratched at the stubble he’d allowed to grow out on his face and pondered for another moment, then he dismissed it. “So scratch that.”
Kayla was about to say that her job at the Emergency Center would be fine for the near future, but then she stopped short, and a smile spread across her face. “Steve … what about the Community Center?”
“What about it?”
“You could manage it.”
Steve was confused. “Baby, it doesn’t exist yet. What’ve we got, a year to go on that?”
“Says who? Why not just get moving early? And you know what? I’ll bet you Jack will help get it off the ground.”
“What? Jack did everything he could to kill it.”
“That was then,” she insisted animatedly, “when he had an axe to grind. Before that he was working with you on the low income housing stuff. Remember?”
“Of course, I remember, it was what I lived for, getting to see you every day.”
“So, now you can work on that instead.” But those people still need housing. “Or also … and then, boom, you have a job you were born to do. Help troubled kids, work with people, do good. And you’ll love it like you used to.”
Steve rolled that around in his head for some time. It wasn’t just a good idea, it was a brilliant one. Steve tucked it into his back pocket for safekeeping and would bring it back out if they ended up needing it.
About two hours into the flight from LA to Honolulu, which had been delayed, the plane hit a serious patch of turbulence, jostling Kayla from the light doze she’d fallen into. Steve, on the other hand, slept through it like a rock. This was a much sparser flight. The lights were dimmed for the overnight body clocks of its passengers, and Steve was getting a solid night’s sleep. He’d given his wife the window after much argument. She wanted him to have it, but he knew that he’d be asleep, because that was always how it seemed to work on planes. Unless he was flying them, they lulled him to sleep. These were the days they actually gave you blankets and real meals on planes. Kayla nibbled hers, but Steve ate his and the rest of hers, and they both took a blanket. It was just the two of them in their row, so Steve moved from the center seat to the aisle, leaving the empty space between them so they could stretch out a little more. They’d started out holding hands across that middle seat, but they eventually came apart from each other as they both fell asleep.
The air smoothed out quickly, and the seatbelt sign didn’t even go on. She looked over at her husband sleeping peacefully, and rather than just close her eyes and try to sleep some more, she took advantage of the extra space and layed down with her head on Steve’s thigh. Even dead to the world, Steve felt Kayla there and reached his hand down over her in a loving gesture. Kayla snuggled up into a very tight fetal position under their blankets, facing out against the backs of the empty chairs in front of them. She dozed only lightly for the next half hour with positively no activity from the flight attendants.
This was a flight attendant’s dream flight – a best case scenario. Long flight – to tropical location – requiring layover by law – during overnight hours – with less than 50% capacity. Or in layman’s terms, a free ride to Hawaii for two days while taking advantage of not having to do their jobs because there were few people to do their jobs for because they were either sleeping or absent.
As Kayla felt Steve’s chest rise and fall above her, she nestled in against him. It felt nice. Where she got the idea she didn’t know, because all she’d been doing as she drifted in and out of repose was let her mind wander, but she suddenly felt her inner teenager whispering things to her. The one that was a lot more fearless at a younger age. The one that Steve described to her back at their best jump who confronted men twice her size picking on her gay friends. The one that knew she wanted to kiss him and make love to him at age 18. That fearless girl was whispering things to her that made her want what was being whispered.
Her thoughts went to all the sex they’d had in the last month, which was almost every single day. The memory of Steve fingering her in the limo made her tummy flutter with arousal. She unconsciously licked her lips and squeezed her legs together. Then she blushed. What the hell are you thinking, Kayla? she scolded herself. Her cheeks flushed red for nobody to see, and before she knew what she was doing she’d inched closer to her husband so that her head was now in Steve’s lap instead of using just his thigh for a pillow.
Steve was still asleep and didn’t register any of this until she’d rubbed her face into his crotch. That he felt, and it finally drew him out of the peaceful sleep he’d previously been enjoying. At first he processed it like a sex dream, but he came awake quickly and was stunned to see his wife’s head smack between his legs.
“Oh, Jesus!” Steve spat out in very quiet shock at the provocative sight before him. Kayla smiled, because she knew she’d shocked him, and it was a powerful, awesome feeling. Steve popped his head into the aisle but saw positively nothing in front or behind them. He guessed that the back galley was the secondary one and that the flight crew were catching some winks at the front of the plane. “Baby,” he whispered so softly, “what are you tryin’ to do, here?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Kayla turned on her belly and unzipped Steve’s jeans and reached in to bring out his penis. She was disappointed that he was still soft. She didn’t know what had come over her, but thinking of that limo and silently orgasming in Steve’s strong arms, she wanted to do the same for him. Right now. And she wanted to do it by having another go at the Mile High Club. Only this time they didn’t have a private plane all to themselves, which added a new layer of excitement.
Steve sucked in his breath when his wife’s warm mouth took his entire penis inside of it. The feeling of the whole thing in her mouth for the sole purpose of getting him hard was one of the most erotic feelings he’d ever encountered. He loved it when she would be horny and take what she wanted by sucking him from soft to ramrod straight. All with her motions and her motivation. It was a whole different level of erotic. His eye rolled back into his head with the feeling of attaining an erection entirely within her hot mouth, and it took only seconds. He wanted to moan but he kept quiet.
Steve took a quick but very hard look around. They were in the back row with the bulkhead behind them that held the lavatory, followed by an aisle and then another lavatory. Across the aisle there was an empty row with the galley behind it. It was a perfect place and circumstance to engage in this activity, but it was also very risky, because anyone could pass them to use the lav, or a flight attendant could need the galley for one reason or another. Right now, however, they had this area completely to themselves, the nearest passengers two rows up on the other side of the aisle. Very few reading lights were on, and they were mostly obscured by the blankets.
Kayla sensed Steve’s hesitance, which was so rare that she took it seriously immediately. She turned her head to look up at him. “Do you want me to stop?”
Steve made sure his wife meant business and saw that she did. “No, I want you to suck it,” Kayla smiled like a little devil, then turned back to her work as Steve covered his lap with her her head in it with the blanket. Her mouth was aggressive, awakening a carnal impulse in him that he didn’t want to tame, and Steve suddenly found his left hand pushing down on the back of her head. Her reaction to him was to grip his cock even more forecefully with her skilled lips and move very fast up and down. Steve had to see. He didn’t want to expose their taboo act, but he slipped the blanket back and felt his balls tighten. The provocative image of her bobbing head making his dick feel so good was too much. He had to watch. He felt very naughty, spurting some cum in her mouth with the thought. Kayla hummed very softly over his shaft, the vibrations almost more than he could take. “Suck it,” Steve whispered as he now used both his hands to guide her head, “suck it so I can come in your hot little mouth, Kayla.”
Kayla was wet. Her actions, the power she had over his pleasure, the feeling of Steve’s possessive hands on her head so he could feel her pleasure him … she could feel the wetness pooling inside of her and knew when she moved that it would make her panties wet. She was reminded of their lovemaking on the private jet to the Orient. The way he held her just as possessively. They had so much sex on their honeymoon. It was wonderful and fulfilling and just didn’t end. They did it in the bed, the bathtub, the shower, on the floor. She wanted that again., only more. The taste of Steve’s penis and his cum were hers to possess, and she would continue possessing them no matter when they were. The sexual thoughts coursing through her added to the unbelievable desire to send her husband to an orgasmic high here so high above the clouds, making her lick him with undiluted fervor.
Steve tried to be quiet, but his wife was giving him head like she’d never given it to him before. And that was really saying something, because she was the undisputed champion. Not just because he was so ridiculously in love with her, but because it was just a fact, Kayla knew how to please him with her mouth. Really, really please him. So when she went down on him, it was sheer heaven every time. This time, however? In row 26 of this United Airlines Boeing 757 aircraft in the dead of night? He was in sexual Shangri-La. And he just couldn’t stop the huffs from escaping from him. He didn’t moan, but if someone had been in the galley kitty corner to his position, they would have heard him panting. He thought of what she did to him last night as he sat on the edge of the bathtub. He’d thought that was the pinnacle, but he wasn’t sure now. Maybe it was always the pinnacle when he was about to shoot his load, but he lost himself in how good it felt.
Kayla felt him start to let go. Heard his breaths come quicker, and felt his cock quiver in her mouth, ready to explode. She went down as far as she could until his tip hit the back of her throat, then sped up her movements while making sure her tongue came into contact with his sensitive tip. Steve couldn’t say anything more than he already had. Just as he was about to come, he white-knuckled the aisle armrest with his right hand. Then, finally, he erupted hot cum into his wife’s mouth as he slapped her ass then squeezed it tightly. The sound of the slap was much harder than he’d intended, but he couldn’t process that; all he could do was feel the semen leaving his body and going into hers with a rush of unspeakable pleasure. Somewhere in him, however, his brain sent signals to his hand to start rubbing the ass he’d just slapped with gently loving strokes that told her in no uncertain terms how much she meant to him.
Kayla took in what Steve gave her, swallowed it, and then sucked him off until there was nothing left but hard flesh that she knew was continuing to tingle. She felt the hard slap and tight squeeze, and that was new. It startled her in a very intriguing way. Not an S&M kind of way, that was never going to be them. But she liked that he couldn’t just be “quiet as a lamb,” as he’d taunted in the limo. She liked that she could make him lose so much control that he wasn’t physically or mentally capable of just coming in pure silence. She thought she could, though, and remembered what Steve had told her about not being able to make a sound and was up for the challenge. Until then she loved knowing that all Steve felt rifght now was pleasure and contentment.
Kayla raised her head and wiped her mouth on the jeans of Steve’s thigh. There was no other mess other than what was going to be between her legs; she was going to need to straighten up in the lavatory. But first she looked up at him. “The coast clear?”
Steve’s eye was still closed. He opened it to a slit and took a very cursory look. He didn’t want to draw attention to them. As it happened, not a creature was stirring, not even a small child needing the bathroom or a flight attendant in search of a late night cocktail for a passenger. Now he looked upon her and let the contentment wash over him, even as he continued to rub her behind. “All clear, baby,” he said, bringing her to normal position to lean against him. “Sweetness … oh, Sweetness.” He wrapped her in his arms and held her head lovingly. “I don’t believe you just did that. Baby,” he kissed her forehead. “What a wife I have.”
This outpouring of appreciation and affection was like a warm, safe blanket that Kayla never wanted to leave. “I love when you hold me like this. I’ll do that to you every day for this. And I loved every single second of what I just did to you. Every second.”
Steve heard what she was saying and felt how much he was in love with her. He took her lips in his and kissed her for a long time. Kayla could kiss her husband’s lips all day and never get bored. Steve felt how plump hers were from her ministrations and felt his heart beat faster. When they broke, he replied to what she’d last said. “Sweetness, I’ll hold you like this all the time, and all you have to do is love me,”
“I do love you, Steve, so much.”
“I love you more. Don’t doubt it, know it. I love you more. I want to love you more, and I do.”
Kayla just shook her head in acquienscence and said simply, “silly man.”
Steve stuffed himself back in his jeans, and brought Kayla in to lean against him again. It was chilly back there, and he didn’t like that she was shivering. She’d been wearing a simple yellow tank top under a casual cream blazer jacket to match her long, flowing cream skirt, but she’d removed the blazer before the plane took off. Now she was cold, and the blazer was in the overhead compartment. Steve arranged the blankets over them in two layers rather than one for each, and that with their combined body heat helped. Just then, a flight attendant walked by to the galley. It was less than five minutes from the last time Kayla’s mouth was otherwise engaged, and the woman appeared out of nowhere. They both jumped with audible yelps, and the flight attendant did the same in reaction to them. The leggy woman in her early 20’s was even leggier in her heels, her auburn hair falling in big curls about her entire head. She was very pretty, and she was yet one more thing in the long line of things they encountered on this trip that were now dead in air travel culture. High heels, standard issue frangrance, a smoking section (they weren’t thrilled with that), pre-9/11 security procedures that were so lax that they actually were hoping to get frisked, just to give them some confidence that anyone was paying attention. Meals in coach, a blanket for everyone, and a cockpit door that was completely unsecured. Kayla felt for this woman in her high heels and now felt even worse that the two of them had startled her so.
“I’m sorry!” the woman said. “You two ok? I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”
“No, we’re fine!” Steve said a little too quickly. “Just … my wife is … thirsty.”
“Oh, sure, what can I get you?”
“Can I just get a bottled water?”
“Sure, Perrier ok?”
“Anachronism alert, Sweetness,” Steve muttered under his breath.
“I’m sorry?” the flight attendant said.
“Actually, um, how about a … diet coke? You have those yet?”
“Sure, United has had Diet for years,” she said with a wave of dismissal as if Kayla was the cutest thing ever.
Steve looked at her with a lopsided grin. “It’s ’87 not ’57,” he said quietly. Kayla felt like a dope.
“Anything for you, sir?” the hostess asked. Nothing in her actions indicated interest in her husband, but there was a distinct vibe that the redhead was giving off that made Kayla’s haunches go up.
“Yeah, fully leaded Coke.” If anything was there, it had gone completely over Steve’s head, and the woman didn’t make any move other than those of retrieving their beverages. So, Kayla just shook it away.
The flight attendant went off the six steps to get their drinks and returned very quickly with them before disappearing again. Good, you stay disappeared, Kayla thought. Ok, get a grip, Kayla, you’re overreacting. They didn’t need to let their trays down, because they were truly parched from their previous activity and sucked their drinks down quickly.
“You know, five minutes earlier, and …,” Kayla said.
“I’m aware. Dangerous.” Then he smirked at her. “You started it.”
She eyed her husband. “I liked it.”
“Me too.”
“Did we have this much sex on the first honeymoon?”
“Oh yeah,” Steve grinned, and Kayla giggled. Then he whispered directly into her ear, his breath warm and making her tingle, “That was the best blow job you’ve ever given me. I mean ever. I saw stars. Now I’m hard again”
“Tease,” she said, her eyes seductive and sweet at the same time.
Steve kissed her. “You need a water, baby?”
“No, I’m ok,” she said with a smile. She felt the wetness her previous actions created and knew she should probably go clean up, but she was sleepy now and just wanted to fall asleep against Steve’s warmth. “Tired …”
“Ok, Sweetness, you sleep with me, here.”
“I love you.” And she was out.
Steve felt drowsy, himself, as his intense release, Kayla’s measured breathing, and her warmth all combined to lull him into real serenity. As he dozed in his afterglow, he thought of the exact same things that his wife had. The plane ride to the Orient and their initiation into the Mile High Club. He also thought of the gold pendant that he’d re-purchased and that was currently pooled in his pocket. It was one of the surprises he’d planned for her. There was no doubt that she wasn’t expecting it this time around, but its symbolism was never more apt. Steve had always loved her, always needed her. But it took jumping through time to realize just how much of an anchor she really was to him. He wanted to give this to her before they landed, but she was sleeping so nicely, so he decided not to wake her.
About half an hour later, Steve woke up with the need to pee, so he carefully brought his arm from around his wife and managed to get up without disturbing her. It was still a ghost town at their back end of the plane, but his keen eye caught a couple about five rows up unabashedly kissing. He realized that he was possibly intruding on exactly the kind of thing he didn’t want anyone to see the two of them doing and looked away. But it got him thinking. Both lavatories were right there, could actually touch the door of the closer one from his seat. The other one was across the galley aisle. He headed into that one, relieved himself, then took a good look around. He’d been in one of these capsule sized things more times than he could count, but now he looked around with renewed interest. He closed the toilet lid, sat down, got up again, bent down this way, then that, then he faced the sink and mirror. And he smiled while his cock hardened to steel. Leaving the lav, he went back to his seat and gently began nuzzling his wife. It took no time for her to feel Steve’s wet lips on her neck, and come awake. “Mm … feels good, Mr. Johnson.” Rather than say anything, Steve lifted Kayla’s tank top and placed hot kisses on her belly. Then he prairie dogged his head up to check for onlookers before dipping his head back down. He unclasped her front-hook bra – a good fashion trend of the ‘80’s – and sucked on her already peaked nipples, ready to pull her tank top back down if an observer was imminent. Right there in their seats, in the dimmed cabin with risk surrounding them, he had Kayla’s breasts out of her bra and was licking and gently sucking on them, pinching her nipples in his fingers, and feeling her hand stroke him through his jeans; and Kayla wasn’t telling him no. He had no idea if 22 years ago he had attempted this if she would have said no or not, but it wasn’t 22 years ago for them, it was now, and he marveled at the fact that she was getting off on the danger.
Finally, Kayla spoke. “Are you trying to get me more wet than I already am?”
Steve’s eyebrow shot up. “You’re wet?”
“I got myself wet when I went down on you,” she said in the hushed tone of secrecy. “The limo was about me, that one was about you.”
Steve ravaged Kayla’s lips, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. Finally they came up for air, and Steve said, “why are you letting me do this without even looking the least bit worried?”
Kayla let a beautiful smile spread across her face as she curled her fingers into the stubble at his sideburns. “Because I trust you.” All Steve could do was gaze upon her with reverence. And lust. “Are you about to ask me for another romp in the mile high club?”
Steve nodded. “Sure am.”
Now Kayla did poke her head up and look around quickly. “Hang on,” she whispered. Then Steve watched in serious arousal as she hiked up her skirt, reached under it as she lifted up her bottom, and removed her underwear. She wadded them up and shoved them into her carry-on bag, and then leaned back over and kissed Steve, who was speechless. “Ok, let’s go.”
There was no surreptitious sneaking of one after the other, or acting casual as they walked up the aisle to their destination. Their destination was literally right there, so they both shot up quickly, then quietly and simply entered the very small excuse for a room shut the door, and locked it up tight.
They wasted no time on words and both instinctively knew exactly what they needed to do. This was their first time making love in an airplane lavatory, but it wasn’t the first time either of them had been in one, so there were only just so many ways this could be done. He’d thought about having her sit on his cock, but when he leaned toward the mirror, he knew what they had to do. Steve had wiped out the sink to ensure it was completely dry before he left, and it was still as he’d left it. Kayla hiked up her skirt and Steve lifted her up onto it. Kayla unbuttoned and unzipped Steve’s jeans and shoved them down using her hands, then when she had no more space to reach, she used her feet to push them the rest of the way down. She wrapped her right leg around his waist, and Steve went in for a hot, wet kiss. Their tongues fought for control with one another, and neither of them wanted to come up for air. When they finally did, Kayla dragged her mouth down Steve’s neck and nipped gently at his dagger. Then she bent her head further to lick his nipple while she tweaked the other one. Steve held her head while she did, caressing her hair and half out of his mind with the fact that he was just about to take her on an airplane. Actually penetrate her, pump into her, and come inside her. On a commercial flight. “Kayla …,” he whispered as he sucked her tits into his mouth, sweeping her areola with his tongue and flicking it back and forth over her peaked nipples, “Sweetness …”
Steve had to enter her or he was going to come all over her skirt from anticipation alone, and that’s not what he wanted. He had to be in her. He pulled her left leg up so that it was over his shoulder and entered her very wet center easily. He wanted to tell her how much he loved how wet she was, but the words didn’t come, all he could do was push himself inside his wife over and over again. The wet sounds of his immediate thrusting in and out of her only aroused him more. He knew the best way to get her g-spot, and this wasn’t it. it was a good way to reach her clitoris, though, and he wanted her to see the stars, too, so he moved his hand to where they were connected and rubbed very firmly against it. Kayla let out a moan, and Steve silenced his wife with his lips. There was not a lot of room in there to kiss while penetrating her in this position, so he couldn’t linger and chose to break the kiss so he could pump as fast as he could.
“Shh,” he warned. Steve rubbed her swollen clit hard, determined to make her come, “Come for me,” he mouthed, “come on, baby.”
Kayla couldn’t meet his thrusts, she was pinned to where she was, leaving Steve to do all the work, but this angle with her leg high over Steve’s shoulder gave him deep penetration, filling her. And, God, did it feel good. Maybe it was the pressurization of the cabin, maybe it was the combination of the rhythmic stroking of his cock inside of her with the stroking of her clit, or maybe it was just that the danger was exciting. But this sex felt incredible. She wanted to come, and the coital need on her face showed it. As it happened, in no time at all, Steve’s thumb had done its job, and she shook with a rush of pleasure, then another, then another. Her orgasm washed over her in hard convulsions around Steve’s cock as he watched the relief spread across her face. Steve held her leg in one hand and had her securely by the waist in the other as her orgasm squeezed him until he knew he didn’t have much more time. Kayla dug her nails into Steve’s arms, and she gasped his name as quietly as she could, breathily, as sweat gathered between her breasts and on her back.
Before she had quite finished with her last shudder, Steve pulled out of her and brought her off of the sink. Kayla whimpered, so he kissed her hard again. He licked her lips, then nipped at them before turning her around and saying hotly in her ear, “Watch while I f*ck you.” He bent her over the sink, and they both gazed at themselves in the mirror. He lifted her hips slightly in his strong arms, then sunk himself into her from behind, his cock easily reaching her g-spot. He froze for just a moment, reached around, and squeezed both of her breasts in his hand, pinching both nipples at the same time. “Are you watching?” he barely whispered.
Kayla was heady with clitoral pleasure, and with the first stroke against her g-spot, she was now greedy to come again. “I’m watching,” she whispered back.
“Don’t stop watching. Don’t stop.”
Kayla shook her head, locking her gaze with his in the mirror. “I won’t,” she said. It was a challenge.
Steve pounded into his wife, the tip of his penis making constant, rhymical contact with the spot within her that would make her come again. And the image they saw in the mirror made them want it more. It was erotic and completely sexual. They continued staring at each other, and it spurred them on to want it more. Steve felt the buildup in him, and he had to penetrate deeper. He lifted her thighs so that her feet left the ground and pulled her into him as he forcefully thrust, forcing her breath out in huffs. This made his strokes against her g-spot even harder, and while never taking her eye off her husband in the mirror, she came again, jerking into him even while he continued to hammer himself fast and furiously. It was that final convulsion that made Steve finally peak, and he came, pulsing his white streams inside her, never breaking eye contact. Finally as the last of him spilled, Kayla couldn’t take it anymore and whimpered in pleasure. Steve gave in, too, and grunted.
Steve pulled out of her, their cum spilling hopelessly down their legs, the smell of sex permeating the small room. Steve turned Kayla around and the two of them held on to each other fiercely. “I love you, Sweetness. And I love that you let us do that.”
“Steve,” she whispered into his chest. “Oh, Steve, that was amazing. That was so good. Welcome back to the Mile High Club.”
“I think now it’s really official. We just made love on a plane, Sweetness.” Both of their voices were so hushed that they had to strain to hear each other over the white noiose of the engines sounding in the cabin.
“Yes, we did, she said. Not the first time.”
“First time without a bed on the plane.”
Kayla chuckled. “True.”
Steve tipped Kayla’s chin up to his lips and they kissed passionately, eventually the kisses turning sweet and tender. They’d been in there almost ten minutes, but they’d lost their sense of time and wanted to get out of the lav before they were missed. Steve tried to get out of the way by sitting on the closed toilet so Kayla could clean up, but eventually that didn’t work when she needed what he was sitting on, so it was a very amusing game of contortions and help dressing each other. Finally they were washed up and somewhat presentable, so Kayla went to unlock the door. Steve stopped her though.
“I have something for you.”
“Oh no you don’t. You save that for the trip back.”
“Hush.” His face was serious. “Turn back around.”
Kayla wasn’t sure what this was all about, but she did what he said and turned back toward the mirror where they locked eyes, once again. Steve pulled out the gold chain with the tiny anchor on it and put it around her neck. She instinctively held up her hair and was stunned when she saw what hung there against her chest. The shiny gold anchor charm was beautiful hanging around her neck. This time it came with a blue sapphire charm hanging with it.
“Steve … this is beautiful. I can’t believe you did this again.”
Steve didn’t waste a word. “You are my anchor. I am here, sane, alive, and happy, because you are here with me making sure it’s true. I can’t do this without you. I won’t do it without you. You’ve always been my anchor, Sweetness, never more so than these past months. I’ll never leave you. I love you.”
Kayla turned her head to kiss him tenderly. “It’s so beautiful.” Then she fingered the blue gem hanging in a half centimeter disk next to the anchor. “What’s this?”
“Added that this time. You like it?” Kayla nodded and smiled questioningly. “September’s stone is sapphire. It’s for the month we got married here. It means so much to me,” he said choking up.
Kayla whirled and took him in her arms. “It means so much to us. I’ll wear this always.” Neither of them stated the sad obvious, which was that she’d wear it always … until they jump. The moment was too beautiful to mar it with that statement. Kayla kissed him sweetly again, and they continued to embrace. Now 15 minutes had gone by, so they weren’t gone that long and knew they had to get back before they were found out. Kayla went to unlock the door.
A strong knock came to the door the moment Kayla put her hand on the lock. “Are you ok, in there?” came the voice of the redheaded flight attendant from earlier. Steve and Kayla both let their eyes go to the size of saucers, and they trembled with anxious adrenaline. Neither said anything, and now she knocked even more forcefully. “Just want to make sure you’re alright,” she repeated.
“Fine!” Steve called. “I was … my wife is …” Kayla made wretching movements, pretending to throw up. “My wife is not feeling well, I … I’m in here, uh …” Kayla held up her hair and pointed. “… holding her hair?” Kayla rolled her eyes at him.
“Way to be convincing,” she whispered.
“I have some pepto, does she need it?” Something in the woman’s voice, again, caught Kayla off-guard.
“Yeah, we’re—” Kayla shook her head exaggeratedly, “NO! No, we don’t—she don’t—she doesn’t! She’s …”
“Just give up,” Kayla relented.
“Yeah.”
Kayla unlocked the bathroom and awkwardly somehow strode out past Steve with her head held high, though she refused to meet the eyes of the flight attendant. “Much better,” Kayla said. “I got a little airsick.”
Steve followed her. “Yeah, turbulence.”
The redhead glared at them with interest. “We haven’t hit any.”
“She’s real sensitive to movement. Gets hammered inside there.” The woman opened her mouth in what Kayla could no longer mistake as absolute appreciation. “Inner ear. Hammers her sense of balance up here.”
“Yes, I know how that can throw you off-balance,” she said. Without another word, she went to the back galley and re-appeared with a glass of ginger ale and a dramamine. “Take this, you’ll feel better. Might put you out, though, so your boyfriend might get a little bored.”
“I’m her husband, actually,” and Steve now saw that the woman was flirting with him. And that Kayla was not amused. And actually, neither was he. He was having a very personal moment with his wife, and he didn’t just mean having sex in that lavatory, it was a personal, meaningful time that they were experiencing on this jump, and the flirting felt intrusive. So, he put the kibosh on that. “Maybe I’ll split it with her, I’m feelin’ woozy, myself.
The woman left them on their own, and Kayla looked at him. “Baby, I’m not interested in what she’s selling.”
“I know you’re not,” she replied calmly. Then she smiled and flushed a deep crimson. “She totally caught us.”
Steve let out a guffaw that he tried with all his might to stifle. “Baby, I felt like a couple of teenagers getting it on under the bleechers when she knocked on that door!”
They giggled, Kayla put her underwear back on, and they snuggled under the blankets feeling entirely proud of themselves. Evantually their post-coital oxytocin got the best of them, and they both drifted off to sleep in the warmth of each other’s arms. They slept for the rest of the flight, and when they finally deplaned on Oahu, they were the very last one’s off. The leggy flight attendant said goodbye to them like she had everyone else, only she pressed something into Steve’s hand.
“We do so hope you enjoyed flying the friendly skies,” she said. Steve looked in his palm and saw that she’d given him a phone number on a scrap of paper and a set of wings. He showed them to Kayla, and they both looked at her cautiously. “Membership has its rewards,” the flight attendant cooed. “These skies can be real friendly.” Steve had to admit, he was fairly shocked. He hadn’t been propositioned like that in a long time. He looked to Kayla, who was incredulous that this woman would do this right in front of her.
Steve handed the wings to Kayla. He gathered her in his arms and kissed her with wild abandon, and she kissed him back. “Welcome to the Club, Sweetness. I ever tell you how beautiful you are?” Then he turned to the woman barely older than Stephanie and asked, “what’s the tail number on this plane?” The woman was boggled by the question. She looked over his head and read it to him off the sticker above the door. Steve wrote it on his hand with the pen that came free in all the pockets, another thing of the past. “I’m gonna check to see if this thing still flies in 2009, then I’m gonna take my wife and visit the back lav if it does.” Kayla laughed and hoped they did. “By the way, I’m old enough to be your father.” Then he took Kayla’s hand, kissed it, threw her carry-on bag over his shoulder, and walked away from the woman beautiful enough for most men to fall all over but that couldn’t possibly be a blip on his radar in the presence of his wife.