He watched silently as she tossed and turned. Sleeping on planes wasn't the ideal sleep situation but the jetlagged she was going to have landing in the states from London after the Olympics
So he was surprised that she wasn't sleeping.
Until he realized why that was the case.
He wasn't with her.
Her open eyes searched around the room. There, in the back of the plane, was what would get her much needed rest.
So she got up quietly, hardly paying attention to the other passengers, including the one that was silently observing, and made her way to Sasha.
His head was laying against the window, and she could tell, that he, too, wasn't sleeping well.
Sliding in beside him, she was unsurprised to hear his voice, dragged down with sleep. "What took you so long?" he mumbled, raising his arm so she could slide in and lay her head on his chest.
"Sorry," she whispered. "I thought I could do it."
"No sorries now," he murmured, his accent coming out stronger because of his exhaustion. "Sleep now, and I'll gloat later."
She giggled softly, and snuggled into his arms, her cheek on his chest to hear his heart beat. He squeezed her once, and pressed a kiss into her hair.
Their silent observer watched as Sasha pulled Summer closer, one arm wrapped around her waist, while another held her head to his chest. They watched as she snuggled in deeper, and how her body draped itself over Sasha's naturally - her left leg on top of his thigh, her arms holding him close. Even in slumber, the women's Olympic gymnastics coach and the rock secretary couldn't seem to keep their hands off of each other.
Their silent observer watched, fascinated, by the two of them.
And suddenly, Steve Tanner didn't feel so badly about losing Summer to Sasha anymore…