Page 47 of Scythe & Sparrow
“Safety first,” Fionn says as he reaches across my hips with his free hand and pulls one end of the belt over his jacket, and then the other. He slides the metal clip into the release and then tightens it with a swift tug of the strap, trapping his other hand against my pussy. “Seat belts should stay on in case of turbulence.”
“Jesus Christ,” I hiss as his fingers stroke deeper. “Whoareyou?”
“I’m just reciprocating after the blowjob you gave me in the motor home the other day. That’s what friends do. Besides, we’re on a mini holiday from Hartford, technically. And we should celebrate being out of town.”
“By breaking the rules?”
Fionn scoffs, sliding his fingers out to tease my clit with swirls and circles. “We’re not breaking the rules.”
“Doesn’t this count as a ‘public display of affection’?” I ask, breathless.
“Not technically. Besides, I filed an exception when we boarded. As long as I make you come, it doesn’t count.”
He plunges his fingers back inside me, and I turn away and bite down on my fist, pressing my forehead next to the window, where the night sky stretches toward a curved horizon of clouds. There’s a ding of an upcoming announcement from the captain. “We have begun our initial descent into Boston. We’ll be arriving at our destination at 11:17 p.m. The weather in Boston is heavy rain and forty-eight degrees. The flight attendants will be coming through the cabin to collect any remaining items. We wish you a pleasant stay in Boston and thank you for flying with us.”
“Better hurry up, Rose,” Fionn whispers against the shell of my ear as he presses harder to my clit with the edge of his thumb. I stifle a whimper in my fist. “They’re coming through the cabin. You don’t want to get caught with my fingers in your pussy, do you?”
The thrusts come faster. He strokes my inner walls. His thumb works against me, and I close my eyes, every muscle tightening as release unravels in my core. My free hand grips Fionn’s wrist through his jacket, but he keeps going, not stopping until he’s sure I’ve claimed every moment of pleasure from this moment. He withdraws his fingers slowly as though savoring the heat surrounding his touch and the mess that he’s made of me. I can feel the slickness of my arousal between my thighs, the cool dampness of my panties as he shifts them back into place. When he’s straightened my skirt, he takes his jacket back to lay it across his lap just as a flight attendant draws near.
“That was very naughty, especially for an upstanding medical professional such as yourself,” I say with a wicked grin as Fionn lays one of his fingers on his tongue and sucks my arousal from his skin. He shrugs and repeats the motion with his second finger. “We could have gotten caught.”
“That’s what makes it fun.”
“I said it before. Whoareyou?”
“And I told you before, I was returning the favor. That’s what friends are for.”
“I think there’s a bad man in this good doctor,” I tease. “And I like him.”
Our gazes lock. The teasing glimmer in Fionn’s eyes turns to something molten, burning brighter when it drops to my mouth. I could lean closer. So could he. Maybe he’s thinking about it. Just like I’m wondering what it would be like to taste him, my arousal still lingering on his lips. And goddamn but does he look good with this hint of cockiness that lifts one corner of his lips. I think he’s going to break away, but he doesn’t, and my heart pounds against my chest like it’s trying to push me closer with every beat.
The plane drops and lurches suddenly as we descend into the clouds and we both sit back, gripping our armrests, Fionn’s hand clasped over mine. “Just like the Zipper ride, isn’t it? It’s my favorite at Silveria. I always like to give it a test run every time we set it up,” I say with an untroubled smile as turbulence rocks the cabin. A few noises of surprise rise from other passengers. Fionn meets my eyes and blinks as though coming out of a fog. And then his hand lifts from mine.
“Yeah,” he replies, but his smile is missing its earlier lightness. “Definitely feels like when you’re on a ride and your stomach drops.”
The plane jostles a few more times in the heavy cloud, but we both settle with our hands in our laps. Maybe I’ve been wrong in thinking I’m the only one wondering what happens when my cast comes off and life can go back to normal. Maybe we both needed this reminder—that our usual lives still exist, even if we’re here outside our normal rhythm. And if the lines blur so much we can’t see them, it’s going to be that much harder when we slip back into ourselves.
For the rest of the flight, it’s like we’re both aware we’re treading too close to boundaries that shouldn’t be broken. Though he helps me every step of the way when we deplane and navigate the airport, we don’t talk much, keeping everything light.
At least, I’m quiet until we reach the baggage claim and my suitcase doesn’t appear. After that, I don’t think I shut up for more than a minute. Not as we head to the service desk to get it tracked down, not as we fill out paperwork to get it delivered the next day to our hotel, not even as we finally get into a car and make our way into the city through the heavy downpour. I’m so annoyed that I barely even touch the bag of Cheetos that Fionn tries to appease me with.
“What in the absolute fuck,” I say for the thirtieth time, waving a Cheeto around as our Uber slows on Franklin Street in downtown Boston. “Our bags were literally loaded at the same time. How does mine end up in Florida while yours is here?”
“Mysteries of aviation,” Fionn replies.
“All of my clothes were in there. Literallyall of them.”
“We can get you something new tomorrow, it’s no problem. And they said your luggage should arrive by the afternoon.”
“My toothbrush.”
“I have a toothbrush.”
“Good for you. Rub it in, Doc.”
“I mean, you can borrow mine. But I’m sure the hotel will have some at the reception desk.” He watches me as I finally crunch down on the processed orange stick. “You’re pretty upset.”
“Damn straight, Dr. Observation.” I sigh, realizing I’m way too snappy, though Fionn seems unruffled. “Sorry. It’s just that my tarot deck is in that suitcase and I’m worried about it.”
