Japril having sex during a flight somewhere.

"Can you relax, please?"

He sighs and taps his fingers against the seat arms, his legs nervously beating on the carpeted floor.

April rests a hand over his and softly smiles, "I mean this in the sweetest way possible… you're being a baby right now."

Jackson frowns and turns his attention to her, "I hate planes, alright? That's not my fault."

"You're from Boston and you moved all the way out to Seattle, how the heck do you hate planes?"

He shrugs and continues his anxious movements, calming slightly when her fingers intertwine with his and she rubs her thumb over his palm,

"Jackson?"

"Yeah?" He sounds shaky and completely out of it so she just grins and shifts in her seat.

"You know that when we get to the farm, we're not going to be able to be alone, right?" Her voice is quieter than usual and she glans around to make sure that the elderly woman beside them doesn't overhear. Noticing the light smirk playing on his lips, she continues, "so, I was thinking, maybe we should make the most of things.." She suggests, squeezing his hand before she goes to stand from her seat.

He watches as she walks away, his eyes trailing on her ass as she goes heads down to the restroom.

He'd never once thought that April Kepner would be the kind of person to want to do it on a plane.

Ignoring the uneasy feeling in his stomach, he unbuckled his belt and stands to follow her, stepping close to her side as she slips through one of the small bathroom doors.

He follows her inside and quickly flips the lock switch on the door behind them. Turning around, his lips meet hers as she practically jumps him, her arms flying round his neck and his hands meeting her waist.

Swiftly lifting her up onto the small sink, she place her hand behind her, and accidentally turns the taps on. She giggles against his mouth and he reaches behind her to turn them off, his lips pressing to the skin of her neck as her hands fly to unzip his jeans.

They don't have a lot of time before the plane lands, and his nerves are slowly catching up with him.

"You wanna join the Mile High Club?" He teases.

April grins and pushes a hand against his chest so she can settle her legs around his waist comfortably. "Don't you?"

He eagerly nods and bends back down to kiss her, tongue and teeth as he reaches down to pop open the button of her jeans and pull down the zipper.

Tugging her pants down her thighs, they gather at her knees (and his around his ankles), and she lifts her behind to slip her panties down.

Within a second, he's already entered her and she's slowly starting to pant from the speed, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he pounds into her.

"Sir, are you alright in there?" They hear a stewardess call from the other side of the door, having clearly heard Jackson's grunts.

"I'm fi-fine." He finishes as he gently slaps a hand over April's mouth to stop her from making any noise.

She moans, softly biting into his palm, and he smirks at her devilish grin.

"Are you sure that you're okay, Sir? We can get you a water if-"

Jackson rolls his eyes and slips a hand down between their bodies to rub her as he replies begrudgingly, "I'm just… relieving myself." He says unsurely, hoping that she thinks he was taking a piss and not anything more private.

The woman doesn't reply so they assume that she's walked away, and April cries softly when he removes his hand from her mouth and grasps the sides of her face to kiss her passionately,

He finishes a little while after she does, her fingernails digging through his shirt as she climaxes, her legs quivering around his waist.

"Relieved?" She asks.

He smiles and kisses her again, softly this time, "You have no idea," He pulls out of her and they quickly redress, him still sorting out his belt as they exit the bathroom in a hurry.

Rushing back to their seats, April notices the grin on the old woman beside her's face,

"We weren't-" she goes to explain until the woman cuts her off and winks at a confused Jackson siting down,

"Oh no, dear, I already know." She pushes her glasses back up her nose and eyes the newspaper in her lap, "we've all been there."