Whoo! I love this chapter.
Mack's POV
Iggy. Was. Driving. Me. In. Sane.
For the last hour and a half, all he had done was touch me. I personally believed it was the universe's way of getting back at me for telling Max to do it to Fang.
I had to keep mind blocks down, obviously, because Angel was sitting right next to me. I was a tiny bit worried about her innocence anyway, though, because Iggy had no mind blocks of his own.
And the way he was obviously enjoying giving me a freaking stroke was enough to corrupt a nun.
He kept a hand on my leg constantly. It looked innocent enough, but he'd shift inconspicuously to rub the inside of my thigh. Then he'd casually circle an arm around my waist, only to stroke my spine and leave me with goose bumps.
I closed my eyes, leaning my head back and faking sleepiness.
Think about gross, depressing stuff, I told myself. Don't think about what the sexist pig is doing.
His arm moved from around my waist to around my shoulder, one finger slipping "accidentally" into the side of my low-cut shirt, circling my collar bone.
Dead puppies, dead puppies, I thought desperately.
His finger stroked my skin softly. It felt so good.
Cat vomit, I thought.
It was when he did that whole rubbing thing on my thigh again that I lost it.
"I'm going to the bathroom." I said, standing up. Iggy smirked as I slid down the aisle.
The bathroom was the smallest room I'd ever been in, but I could deal.
Iggy had better be following me in here.
I bounced on the balls of my feet, waiting what felt like an eternity. Finally, there came three sharp raps on the door.
I opened the door and pulled him in quicker than the speed of light, pushing him back against the door and flicking the switch to "Occupied."
I slammed myself against him, hoping vaguely that I hurt him. Hare dare he do that to me on an airplane of all places?!
I pressed my lips urgently to his and he wasted no time fulfilling the promises his hands had made back there. His tongue pushed past my lips and I growled low in my throat. He was not going to take control this time. So instead of letting him go any farther, I sucked gently, nipping at his lips.
"Mm," he managed, and had to brace himself against the sink.
This was going to be a fun plane ride.
Hehe. Iggy/Mack smut is so fun.
Max's POV
"Come in, Max, wake up. There's only a few minutes left before we land." Fang's voice said, close to my ear.
I sat straight up. Had I really been out that long?
Crap. We still hadn't worked out the finer details of the con.
"It's cool." Fang shrugged.
I just sighed.
Brigid patted Nudge's head and came back to practically drape herself across Fang to talk to me.
I gritted my teeth.
"Oh, Max, you're awake! It was so sweet of Fang to let you sleep on his shoulder. We're about to land, so buckle up, okay?" She cooed.
I blinked.
Who did this woman think she was supposed to be? Our parental guardian on this trip or something? As far as I was concerned, we didn't even have to acknowledge her past the security checkpoint. If that far.
And as far as Fang letting me rest on his shoulder….I would've done that anyway!
Just as I was about to stand up and make it very clear how I felt on the subject, Fang looked up at her.
"Yeah, she will. Thanks, Brigid." He said.
My mouth fell open and my face turned red with rage.
Brigid gave him her beautiful, too-white smile and strutted back to her seat.
I sat there boiling. If this plane were to spontaneously explode, I would die happy knowing that Brigid was dead too.
I yanked my seatbelt across my chest so hard it almost snapped in two. Fang gave me a What's up with you look that I ignored.
The plane rocked a bit as it hit the runway. It was dark here in Japan. A little way away, I could see twinkling lights.
We got off the plane without incident and I noticed Iggy attached to Mack's side like glue, very affectionate toward her suddenly. What was going on with….
Never mind. I didn't want to know.
As soon as we left the terminal, Brigid turned to face us. "So, do you guys want to go right to the hotel? I have to check into the convention soon, but we can grab something to eat first if you want." She offered, hands on her hips like some kind of babysitter.
"Thanks, Brigid. You were a great traveling companion, but we now need to go our separate ways." Mack had sort of taken what I had been about to say and made it printable.
Brigid's face fell and she glanced at Fang. "Oh. Okay. So I'll see you at the convention?"
"You have to pretend not to know us, but other than that, sure." Mack nodded.
I was so glad that someone had finally taken my side on all of this.
Brigid's mouth was left hanging open as we exited the building.
Yes! There's that. Love it, hate it, got any suggestions? Let me know.
