A/N: Alright, here's the third installment of Connor, Murphy, Julie, and Jayne, back by popular demand. :) Hope you guys enjoy the trilogy!
Julie sat, drumming her fingers nervously on her armrest. Connor sat beside her, trying not to laugh at the expression on her face. It was the first time she had ever flown, and Ireland was a long way to go for a first. He and Murph had made the trip a few times, and Jayne had been to England, so poor Julie was the only one of them not at ease on the plane.
"We're almost there, love," he smiled, taking her hand in his and pressing his lips to her knuckles. "The sky's bright blue and the only clouds are the mares'-tails. Looks like there shouldn't even be that much turbulence when we land."
"So, you're a pilot now, huh," she smiled up at him weakly.
"No," he chuckled lightly, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "Just a bit more experienced. Come have a look outside if ye don't believe me."
He was sitting next to the window, so Julie had to kneel in her own seat to lean over him. She glanced out the window and saw the he was right. It looked very beautiful and serene out there, nearly making her nervousness disappear. She was about to turn back to say something to him, when she felt a hand brush over her rear, grabbing on gently.
"Connor," she whispered in surprise, catching the mischievous grin on his face. "That had better be your hand, mister."
"Aye, a course it's m'hand," he answered. "No one else'd be touchin' ye like this. Otherwise there'd be hell ta pay."
Julie smiled at him again, leaning back on her heals to look up at him. "I wouldn't want anyone else to touch me that way, either."
"Really," he grinned smugly. "An' why's that?"
She rolled her eyes playfully, brushing her fingertips over his cheeks. "Because I'm yours Connor MacManus."
Her face hovered over his, poised to kiss him, but she heard someone cough across the aisle from them. Looking up, she saw a woman pretending to read a newspaper as she watched the two of them from the corner of her eye. There was another woman whose eyes kept darting blatantly from her dinner tray to them. Julie's face flared a bright scarlet as she looked back down.
"Kiss me, Julie," Connor said softly, pleading with his eyes. "Don't be embarrassed ta be kissin' yer future husband in public."
"I'm not embarrassed, Connor," she replied, sitting back down in her seat as she cringed a little. "I just know what they're thinking."
"And what're they thinkin'," he asked incredulously.
"They're thinking 'What is that gorgeous hunk of man-meat doing with that ugly girl,'" she answered, looking down at her hands in her lap.
"Shows what the fuck they know," Connor replied, lifting her chin with his thumb and forefinger. "You, sweetheart, are the prettiest, loveliest, most beautiful creature that ever graced the Lord's green earth. And I'm the lucky bastard what gets ta marry ye."
"Alright, Mr. Romance," she smirked, shaking her head gently. "You can stop now."
"Sweet, modest Julie," he smiled fondly at her. "One day, I'll convince ye just how wonderful ye really are."
She went to nudge his shoulder playfully, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her in for long, soft kiss. When he pulled away, grinning a bit stupidly, she buried her face against his chest, reveling in the soft feel of his sweater against her cheek and the warmth from his skin. "Mmm… I love it when you wear sweatshirts like this."
"Really," Connor asked, voice tinged with laughter. "I thought ye loved when I wore no shirt at all."
"That too," she smiled, poking him in the side. "I swear, you're starting to sound more like that flirtatious brother of yours everyday."
"Oi, Murph's settled down quite a bit since yer Jayne came along," he replied. "Speakin' a which…"
Julie looked up just in time to see Jayne come out of the bathroom at the end of the aisle. She seemed to be doing her best not the look anyone in the eye. Even as she passed Julie and Connor, there was no contact attempted, accept the slight smirk at the corner of her lips. Not long after, Murphy came out of the same bathroom stall, smoothing his hair back with a grin. His was more of a strut as he came down the aisle toward them. Julie had to press her face hard against Connor's chest to keep from bursting into laughter, and he was holding back his own amusement so hard it was starting to bring tears to his eyes.
"What," Murphy asked, sitting behind them, next to Jayne.
"Nothin', Murph," Connor choked out through his contained laughter. Julie gripped him harder, more giggling trying to slip out of her.
Murphy shrugged and pulled Jayne into his lap with a playful growl. She gave a low chuckle in kind, brushing her lips over the side of his face and sending shivers across his skin.
"Mon bel ange," he whispered against her shoulder. "Les mots ne peuvent pas décrire comment stupéfiant vous êtes."
She slid her fingers over his cheeks before wrapping her arms around his neck. "Tout comme les mots ne peuvent pas décrire le plaisir que vous donnez me, mon beau diable."
Connor finally pulled Julie's face back gently, wiping the tears of laughter from her cheeks. "Ye okay?"
"Have you ever thought about doing that, Connor," she asked innocently enough, watching his face expectantly. "Joining the 'mile-high club?'"
"Aye," he nodded slightly, trying not to grin too widely. "What man hasn't?"
Her smile became something of pure wickedness, making Connor's breath catch as she leaned up and whispered against his ear "Maybe on the flight back…"
A shiver went up his spine at her words and the feel of her fingers sliding up his inner thigh. He delighted in how bold she was being, all her shy and timid nature caught up and lost in desire for him, something that had been happening more and more often since he had proposed. It was enough to make him drag her to the restroom right then and there, but he stopped himself.
"Don't make promises ye don't intend ta keep, darlin'," he chided softly, running the back of his fingers down her cheek.
"Who says I don't intend to keep it," she replied just as soft, taking his hand and nibbling along the word "veritas" tattooed on the back.
He smiled down at her, seeing that she was still blushing as she ran the tip of her tongue along his skin. Ah, leave it to Julie to be bashful and bold all in the same breath.
"Oi, Conn," Murphy asked from behind them, drawing Connor's attention away. "Who'd ye say was pickin' us up from the airport?"
"Cousin Liam," Connor replied over the seat. "And his fiancee."
"Do you know who he's getting married to," Jayne asked, wrapped up in Murphy's arms.
"Aye," Murphy nodded. "Lass named Jolene, one of Conn's old girlfriends."
Julie's eyes widened and the cringe that crossed Connor's face did not bode well for the rest of the flight.
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Translations…Mon bel ange, les mots ne peuvent pas décrire comment stupéfiant vous êtes. - My beautiful angel, words cannot describe how amazing you are.
Tout comme les mots ne peuvent pas décrire le plaisir que vous donnez me, mon beau diable. - Just as words cannot describe the pleasure that you give me, my handsome devil.
A/N (again): So, what do you think so far? Hopefully you like, if not, let me know and I'll quit while I'm ahead. If I do go farther, I may need some help for information about Ireland and what not…. Any volunteers to help a Sithy out?