Series: Dearly Beloved
Summary: Collection of songfics about all (maybe not all) possible het pairings.
Track 1: Leaving on a Jet Plane.
Pairing: be my guest and guess.
Hint: foul-mouthed man and quirky woman.
Chapter Title: Leaving on a Jet Plane
Author: leriko
Written: 4th September 2008, 00:49:25 AM, Edited (again): 6th September 2008 00:58:59 AM
Spoiler: Nothing that I notice.
Genre: Romance
Warning: mild sexual hints and not very decent language.
Track Summary: Track 1: Leaving on a Jet Plane. He reminded himself not to buy anything as expensive as the Eiswein if the next thing he'd do after drinking one glass was ditching the whole bottle and do something more pleasurable.
Disclaimer: This magnificent series does not belong to me. It belongs to Akira Amano. Leaving on a Jet Plane was not mine too. It was sung by Chantal Kreviazuk and I borrowed it for fun purpose only.
22/09/08 EDIT: Edited the grammar. Thanks to my beta-reader. Even though you're sick, you're still able to do such a good job. Sniff… I'm so touched. Please be patient because I'll finish the one-shot about your favorite pairing soon.
Track 1: Leaving on a Jet Plane
All my bags are packed I'm ready to go
I'm standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say good bye
He stood in front of the bathroom mirror. He adjusted his necktie and belt. He took the custom tailored black Armani suit from the hanger and zipped the suitcase near the door closed and dragged it out of the room.
The faint smell of wine seeped through his nose when he walked into the living room area. He grimaced when he saw the empty bottle of Eiswein under the table. He just bought the expensive ice wine the night before and it was all wasted on the white carpet.
He reminded himself not to buy anything as expensive as Eiswein if the next thing he'd do after drinking one glass would be ditching the whole bottle and do something more pleasurable. He picked up the empty bottle, taking care not to spill the remaining liquid onto the clothes scattered on the floor, and threw it into the trash bin in the kitchen.
He opened the fridge and took out a bottle of orange juice. He frowned when he saw the dining table. There were of much food had been laid out, but untouched. He didn't remember her saying anything about the food. While he gulped down a glass of juice, he thought about what happened the night before.
He had just got back from Rome and accompanied his boss for a special negotiation. He forgot to tell her that the plane was postponed due to some heavy snowstorm. He came to her apartment really late because of that. He bought the Eiswein at one of the wine clubs in the airport as a precaution if she lashed out her anger at him.
When he came to her apartment at eleven o'clock in the night (he was four hours late), she had fallen asleep in the living room's couch. He woke her up but he didn't receive the warm welcome he expected. Instead, he had to duck for cover when she began to throw things to him.
The flower vase, the ashtray, the wireless phone, and the small notepad together with the pen, all flew to his direction.
She stopped throwing things when he told her he was sorry and that he'll never repeat the same mistake ever again. Suddenly, she threw herself to him and wrapped her arms around her neck. She almost suffocated him. Thankfully, he managed to free himself from her deathly grip and convince her he was alright.
I'm alright. Nothing happened, he had said to her.
I thought you were dead or something, you stupid--! she had shouted at him.
He had chosen that moment to give her the cold Eiswein he bought. It had delighted her enough to make her forget her anger. She got two wine glasses from the small glass cabinet in the corner and passed them to him.
He poured the cold wine into the glasses and handed her one. They drank their cupfuls in one gulp. She smiled wider when she took another cup. She always loved the cold, sweet and spicy sensation of the wine when it reached her throat.
Even though the chilly winter night wasn't really the best time to consume icy cold wine, the warm sensation it gave to her whole body was enough to make her forgot the cold. That was one of the reasons he bought Eiswein instead of regular red wine.
One glass and it was enough to make her drunk almost immediately. He didn't really remember what happened but he was a hundred percent sure she was the one who started it. She began to kiss him passionately. He couldn't help but return the kiss with the same passion. The heat and viciousness between their intense kisses making him feel hot all of a sudden.
Hands tangled in each other's thick layers of winter clothes, they stumbled into her bedroom (after bumping the bottle of Eiswein off the table) where they remained for the night. The living room was in a mess. The ornaments, wine bottle, glasses and clothes were scattered around the whole living room area and the small corridor to her room.
He let out a heavy sigh and gulped another glass of orange juice. He didn't know how she'd react if he woke her up and told her that he was about to leave again. This time, he was going to Hong Kong. When he stood in front of her bedroom door, he sighed again. It would be worse if he didn't tell her anything.
But the dawn is breaking this early morn
The taxi's waiting he's blowing his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die
His cell phone rang when he was just putting his hand on the door handle. He grunted and scowled when he saw the name on the phone's screen. He flipped open his phone and answered. "What the hell, moron?!" he hissed.
"Hahaha… Good morning, back at you. I just wanted to make sure you're awake. We're leaving in an hour. We don't have too much time."
"I know! I'm leaving now."
"Where were you last night anyway? Why didn't you come back to the base?"
"It's none of your fucking business, sword-freak!"
He hung up and put the phone inside his slacks' pocket. He opened her bedroom door and walked inside silently. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the blanket up higher to cover her bare body.
The movement made her stir. She turned around. She blinked many times before she managed to properly open her eyes.
"Morning, sleepyhead," he greeted her when she finally noticed him. He leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Have you done drooling on the pillow?"
Even her sleepy eyes intoxicated him. Before he could move, she had already latched her hands around his neck and pulled him down. With his face flat on her bare breasts, the memory of their lovemaking yesterday resurfaced and made him blush. He moved his head to the nape of her neck and buried his face there. He could feel her warmth seep into his cold face.
"Hahi? Where are you going this early?" she asked him. "Don't tell me you're going abroad again?"
Hearing her voice so close to his ear reminded him of how her moans and whimpers gave him such a pleasurable sensation the night before. But hearing her tone of voice reminded him of why he woke her up.
He felt his heart thumping loudly as he thought about the days he's going to spent without her. He'd be dead if he said that he could live without her for two weeks.
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
He let out a couple of long breaths before propping himself up on one arm. He could see the slight annoyance in her beautiful dark orbs.
"I have to go to Hong Kong."
She scowled and let her hands slide off his shoulders. She avoided eye contact with him and pretended to be asleep again.
He stood straight up and sighed. "Please… don't be mad. This is an important meeting. The boss wants to make sure the mafia there are still under control. You know how he cares deeply for the civilians, right? Come on… don't be angry."
She didn't respond and ignored his plea.
"You said you'll be staying longer after the negotiations in Rome," she muttered suddenly. "You just came back less than six hours ago and you're leaving already?"
"I just got the order this morning. You'll wait for me,won't you?"
She huffed and pulled the blanket over her head to cover herself from his view. "Just go, then! Why did you bother to tell me?"
He rubbed his temple. He really hated to leave her again so soon, but his boss needed him. The sword-freak was not enough to protect him from an angry Asian mafia mob. And wasn't a right-hand man supposed to be by his boss' side all the time? What the hell should he do to make her understand?
He pulled the blanket away and made her meet his eyes. He leaned down to claim her lips. It worked. She ran her fingers through his silverish-gray hair and pulled him closer to her. He could feel her small smile against his lips and hear the faint giggle when they deepened the kiss. With their tongues dancing languorously against each other like that, he had to suppress the urge to repeat their pleasurable and satisfying lovemaking experience.
He broke off the kiss and pulled her up to a sitting position. He embraced her and breathed in her body scent. He wished that time would stop so that they could stay like that forever.
There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I tell you now, they don't mean a thing
"It's just two weeks and I'll be staying longer after that."
"No, you won't."
"Yes, I will. I promise"
"You never keep your promises."
"Not this one."
"How many promises have you made and broke at the same time?"
"I won't break it. I swear."
"You'll break it. Just like the other times."
"That's because I could still imagine living my life without you before. Now, I can't. And I promise I'll never break anymore promises again."
Every place I go I think of you
Every song I sing, I sing for you
When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring
He relieved her of his embrace and kissed her cheek. "I'll call you everyday."
After that, he waited for her to dress at the front door. She insisted on seeing him off. He adjusted his rumpled suit and necktie. He checked his pocket to see if he forgot anything.
Then he took out the small velvet box from his suit's inside pocket. He had planned to propose to her yesterday. But it looked like he'd have to postpone his wedding proposal until he came back from Hong Kong.
He put the small box inside his suit when he heard her coming.
Now the time has come to leave you
One more time let me kiss you
Close your eyes, I'll be on my way
"Don't forget your promise,"sShe told him when he hugged her. "If you do, you'll regret that you ever left me for some stupid meeting! I'll burn all the expensive clothes you left here!"
He chuckled and ruffled her short hair. "I won't." He gave her a chaste kiss to her cheek and lips.
He could see her unshed tears threatening to fall any second when he opened the door. Her trembling lips really tempted him to cancel his leave and just stay with her. But he couldn't. His boss was as important as her for him. And he'll propose to her when he came back. She had to wait for him.
He cupped her head and kissed both her eyes. "Don't cry. I'll be back before you know it. Wait for me, okay?"
Before she could open her teary eyes, he left her apartment and closed the door.
Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times that I don't have to say
He shut his phone off after sending the address of where he would be waiting. He lit his cigarette as he waited for the car which would take him to the airport. The faint smell of morning mist mixed up with the heavy scent of tobacco. He pulled his coat tighter around himself to block the cold winter morning wind.
He took out the small velvet box again and opened it. The small silver band covered in small blue diamonds would look more beautiful on her finger. He imagined how she would react when he gave her the ring and ask her to marry him. He was sure she'll agree vehemently.
He thought about how his friends and family would react if they know he had finally decided to settle down.
His Boss would be more than ecstatic. He has always wondering when his right-hand man would settle down and stop being a workaholic and flirting with danger and death. The sword-freak would just shrug it off and say that he knew it would happen sooner or later. His sister and the pervert doctor would finally stop pestering/teaching him to date more women.
He smirked when he thought about how his whole life would change drastically once he married her. He was sure that her radiant and cheerful personality would add more color to his black and white world.
"Why are you smiling alone like an idiot?"
He turned to find the black shiny car has stopped beside him and the driver, the sword idiot, was standing behind him. He quickly shoved the ring box inside his coat pocket and dragged his suitcase to the car.
"And did you stay here, yesterday?" He could see the small understanding smile the sword-freak gave when he asked him. His so-called best friend glanced up to one of the lavish apartment windows. "It was her apartment, right?
"None of your business," he muttered to him. "Why the hell are you picking me up? Aren't there others who could do it?"
"Who do you think would want to wake up this early in the morning?"
He grunted and closed the car trunk before getting inside the car. When his friend didn't move, he lowered the window and shouted at him. "Aren't we leaving or not?! You're the one who said we don't have fucking time!"
When the car finally left the apartment complex, he glanced to where her room was and smiled. The Vongola private jet was waiting to fly him to Hong Kong. He hates to go but he knows she'll wait for him to come back.
Oh... kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
But I'm leaving on a jet plane…
Leaving on a jet plane…
On a jet plane…
Author's Note:
What… the hell was that? I didn't know what's gotten into me when I wrote this. The story was just popping out when I was listening to Chantal Kreviazuk's beautiful voice and read the amazing lyrics. You don't know this song? It's a soundtrack for 1998 box-office movie, Armageddon. Guh! That's when I was still ten years old! Time flies so quickly in the real world…
This one-shot might or might not have some connections with The World Ten Years Ago and The Mystery series, Mistero del Pianista and Le Mystérieux Printemps. It depends on how you want it to be.
What? You haven't read them?! Or worse, you didn't know they exist?! You sadden me, my readers. Please go read and review them, okay?
What do you think? Did I work it out? Did the song fit the story? And did you notice that I didn't use any of their names? I only mentioned Vongola once. But you know who they are right? If you don't, go re-read it once again and figure it out yourself!
Oh and by the way, this was set in the Ten Years Later World. It's the story of the past of the TYL characters (they didn't experience any Bazooka rampage or Vongola Hunt).
I'll be waiting for your reviews. Review equals love. Love me more! And wait for the next up-date for this not-so-mini series.