Lina pulled away for a breath but Adrian pulled her face back to his. She tried to gasp as he sucked the breath out of her.

"Adrian…" She exhaled, eliciting a groan from Adrian. He held her arms above her head. The airplane bathroom was cramped, so his body was pressed up against hers. "Adrian I love you." His gut clenched with the need to make love to her, right then and there. He kissed her hard and felt his heart swell with love when he felt her arms struggle to break free of the grip of his iron hands. It was endearing to see this fragile creature fight his strength.

"I need you inside me." His arms flexed and he glared hard at the woman he would make his wife, trying hard to hold back his strength.

"I thought you didn't want to." He whispered hoarsly. Lina closed her eyes, feeling an electric current buzz down her spine, into her tummy, where her body was roaring. Adrian nuzzled her neck, kissing it gently. Lina shivered.

"You're right."

"No." He cursed himself. He meant to tease her, not remind her. She didn't want to do this in the airplane bathroom because the plane was small and the crew would hear. He made a mental note to purchase a larger aircraft. "It's been an eternity, darling. I can't wait any longer." He found her lips again and kissed her breathless. She continued her futile battle against his strength and he decided to mock her a little bit. He arranged his grip so that he held both her wrists with just one of his hands. His other hand began to roam freely along her curves, which won a panic-stricken look from Lina. He smiled wickedly.

His hand moved down her hips, back up to tickle her tummy, then onto her chest. And slowly but surely, much to her horror, he stroked her breasts and earned a hard shudder from her body. He felt himself harden unimaginably and growled her name. He teased her there for a little longer and for a moment he thought he could bring her to the edge just by touching her this way. Her face was glowing, her hair was a mess, and she was on the brink of tears.

"No one will hear." He let go of her arms. "Undress yourself." He started to unbuckle his belt and eyed her wearily as she just stood there. "Lina. I need you. Please don't do this to me."

Her gaze pierced through him as she whispered,

"Me first." Adrian sighed a breath of relief. She was yielding to him. All she wanted was a little playing with first. He smiled mischieviously as he bowed to her command. He reached down to snake his hands under her dress, but she pushed him away. With a jolt of pleasure, he realized she wanted to play with him first; something which she had not had the courage to undertake in the last few days that he was teaching her the art of love-making.

He braced himself against the counter and, with pleasure so raw that it was almost painful, he watched her. Her fingers carefully caressed and stroked him, going slowly as she was still learning. She gained confidence; her eyes locked with his, and all he could do was gaze helplessly back at her. He was at her mercy. Lina licked her lips; this was exciting her more than she imagined, making Adrian groan deep. His body locked down; forgoeing all movement, only his piercing blue eyes devoured her beautiful figure, her innocent face, and her trembling hands.

Then suddenly, without warning, Lina moved down to taste him.

His body reacted thunderously. He stiffly took hold of her, shredded her clothes to pieces, and turned her around to face the wall. His body was shaking with pent up lust, so he didn't bother to take his time with her. His fingers quickly sought her out where she was most vulnerable and worked on her urgently. She screamed in surprise and purred in white hot extacy. Even her delectible pants could be heard in the cabin, which made him smile. He pictured how red she would blush when they emerged from this bathroom.

She writhed, begging him to take her. He turned her around, ran his hands over her tummy and breasts again, fighting back a groan when he pictured them bouncing and shaking. He kissed her deeply, securing her head between his large hands, but struggled to breathe, as this time she was the one pulling him close and not breaking the lock of their lips. He placed her arms around his shoulders and gripped her hips. He looked over her body again and then met her teary-eyed gaze. He almost didn't want to take her. He didn't want to disturb the expression of raw lust on her face.

But her fingers snaked down and stroked him and he lost all reason. He rammed himself into her, drawing from her a spine-tingling scream. He went fast and hard, his body raging with need. She moaned his name repeatedly and he shuddered at the sounds she was making. Her nails dug into his shoulders and back as she tried to keep a grip on conciousness. His mouth caught her breasts and gave them all the attention he could without bringing her to the edge, making her pant and jerk against his large frame, yet she whined for more. He wanted a better view of what he was doing to her so he turned her around and made her hold the counter. He kissed her lower back and watched her in the mirror as he violated her. He could feel her body tighten around him and he knew that she was close. She hummed and moaned at his assault and leaned back as far as she could to kiss him. He met her lips and slammed into her harder for those few moments, until he felt her body begin to spasm around him.

Adrian held onto her delicately as she squirmed in his grasp, groaning and gasping for dear life. Adrian held back his moan from the shockwave of pleasure that her body gave him, just so he could brag later on about who made the most noise, since she made such a fuss about it before.

When the pleasure subsided, she quivered, leaning into his body for warmth. He wrapped his arms lovingly around her torso and chest and whispered sweet nothings into her hair.

"I love you Adrian." She sighed when his breath tickled her neck.

"Lina…" He wanted to reciprocate, but words could not describe how he worshipped her. All he could do was express himself through touch and gazes. Lina loved him more for it.

Suddenly, she froze. Adrian felt her tense up.

"What is it?" He murmured, kissing her neck.

"We were so loud…" Adrian fought back a laugh.

"We?" He turned her around so he could look at her. Meeting her terror-struck face in the mirror wasn't satisfying enough. "No dear. You… were loud. Oh so loud."

"What do we do?"

"Go outside and pretend it never happened? No one will say anything, Lina."

"Not to us, but they'll talk amongst themselves."

"I'm pretty sure they are already doing that." Her eyes widened.

"Have you heard something?"

"Nothing, Lina." He stroked her hair. "But we only met two nights ago, and I've already made announcements of our marriage. People are surely talking."

"Announcements?"

"Mhmm."

She held her forehead.

"Like when you announced on the news that I left your place at 3 in the morning? That kind of announcement?"

"In a way. Except I wasn't making an appeal. I had someone draft a press release."

"When the fuck was this?" A look of shock passed over Adrian's face. He had never heard her swear before. She was so sweet and docile.

"Last night, during our flight over here." ~Actually, she swears like a sailor in bed…~ He amended in his thoughts.

"How come you never tell me these things!" She quickly became agitated. "I found out about the Missing Person's appeal from Eddie, and now I find out about a marriage announcement in an airplane bathroom 12 hours after you make the announcement?" She flailed her arms about as she spoke. "What next? Are you gonna take me to Vegas and tell me we got married in one of those drive-through wedding chapels, while I was asleep?" She turned around as much as she could in the tiny space and began looking for her clothes.

Adrian stood there, stunned, trying to figure out how her mood changed from blissful afterglow to PMS. Of course, he found her anger quite endearing. She was so fragile and weak compared to his superhuman strength, yet she had the cajones to tell him off whenever she felt necessary. Not many people raised their voice at him.

He gripped her waist and turned her around. She didn't fight it. She was busy looking at her shredded clothes, just like their first night together.

"Can you please go outside and get me some clothes?" She asked him.

"Of course. Maybe then, since we'll be going out separately, we can fool the crew into thinking we weren't in here together!" He said chuckled softly as he teased his love.

She stared him down.

Adrian sighed.

"I am sorry that I didn't inform you, darling. This whirlwind romance is happening so quickly, it seems as though…" his fingers grazed her tummy, "we're always occupied."

She didn't say anything.

"But if you wish, I will tell you of all events regarding you, or our relationship, hence forth."

"Or you."

"Or me." He said with a smile. She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head against him.

"Thank-you." He felt her breath on his chest and his arms tightened around her. "I'm sorry for getting mad. I don't like people talking about me. But if it's inevitable, you know, if I ever find myself engaged to a superhero or something, I'd like to be given a heads-up." He just nodded and held her face close. Lina shivered. "It's so cold in here."

"Shall we go the bedroom?"

"Bedroom?"

"Yes."

Lina contemplated for a moment.

"Does it have a bed?"

Adrian eyed her.

"Yes, dear, as the name suggests." He reached for the door handle which Lina thought was just décor. It opened a door that she didn't realize existed, into another room on the other side of the aircraft. "Why did we have sex in here if you had a bedroom on this plane?"

"I thought about bringing you in here, but then it wouldn't feel quite like the Mile High Club then, would it?"

"I wouldn't know, it's my first time." Adrian pulled her flush against his chest, loving the feel of her breasts grazing his chest.

"I know, Lina. That's so much a part of why I love you so." He kissed her softly. "Your innocence; your soul is unblemished. I feel honoured to be the man to initiate you into the Mile High Club." Lina snaked her arms around his neck.

"I think you've initiated me into everything one can be a part of, in the last few days."

"What can I say… I know the ropes." Lina frowned. She didn't like the sound of that. She loved the fact that he was experienced, since that meant he could show her the heights, but a part of her hated it, because it meant he had inumerable conquests before her. Adrian led her over to the bed and wrapped the thick white duvet around her. She shivered again, lying down with him for some body heat. Adrian rubbed her arms for a few minutes, wanting to touch her continuously, and grateful for the excuse of the brisk air in the airplane.

She stared into the depths of his grey-blue eyes. She never cared for blue eyes before. She had always thought them a little overrated. But his shone with great intensity every time he looked at her. Her breathe caught in her throat at the sight of his perfect features.

"I've arranged a meeting with the wedding planner for you."

"The who?"

"She'll be waiting for you at our home. Katherine Drine." He moved onto the bed and laid on his back. Lina struggled to worm herself out of her blanket caccoon; she wanted to cover Adrian. Adrian helped her out.

"I hadn't even thought about a wedding."

"I told you my intentions."

"Yeah, but it still kinda seems like a fairytale. Prince meets peasant girl and falls madly in love with her.. ya know?"

"No, I don't know. Because this isn't something out of a storybook." He turned on his side and held her face in his hand. "The love I feel for you is untold. Our own story. A love story for the ages." He whispered the last part and realized how much he'd grown.

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Adrian sat in Dimitrius' study, across from him. Adrian's 30th birthday was approaching and Dimitrius had gone through his usual rant about how Adrian was not fulfilling one of his greatest duties.

"You know I am right." Dimitrius said.

"I vehemently disagree." He shook his head. "I have no desire to marry, or even have children for that matter. Why must we talk about this every birthday?" Adrian stood up, making his way over the Cognac. He poured out glasses for Dimitrius and himself. "Not only do you insist upon celebrating a day that I have no interest in, but you also plague me with lectures about finding a woman." He downed his drink in one go and stayed quiet as it burned through his throat.

"I only want you to have what I have, son."

"I do have what you have. I've built an empire, Dimitrius. An empire. You mentored me; molded me into you and look at what I've accomplished. I've turned our family into royalty where before we were just nobles."

"There is poverty in materialism Adrian." Dimitrius played with his glass, not drinking the Cognac. Adrian, though not his son biologically, was his son in every way that counted. He had tried to explain the value of a woman in a man's life. Adrian scoffed at the mere suggestion that he needed somebody. To need somebody is to be dependant on them. Adrian wanted none of that. He couldn't fathom why any man would choose to bind himself to a single woman for eternity.

"If you want me to father an heir to the family line, I can do that. But marriage is unnecessary. You are sorely mistaken to assume I am missing something in my life." He played with his glass, trying to think of a way to explain his reasoning to his father. "Love is abstract; intangible. If it is a mere feeling, could it not be imitated by drugs? It's only a high Dimitrius." Adrian poured himself another glass. This annual battle was wearing him down. "I've already found my highs: Women who are temporary and know that they are. And taking over the world." Dimitrius gave Adrian a look of warning. "In terms of business, of course." Adrian chuckled.

"The flesh love of an unknown trophy is material. The wealth you accumulate for this family is material. As I said, Adrian, there is poverty in materialism. You won't understand what I mean until you experience the euphoria of losing your sanity to a woman. Nevertheless, I fear it may be too late for Maria and I."

Adrian clenched his glass.

"Dimitrius. Don't."

"Don't what? Assume that my wife and I will never hold the hand of our grandchild? Or feel it's breath on our cheek?" Dimitrius stood up and walked towards the door as he spoke. "If you do decide to father an heir for this family, I must assume it will not be in my lifetime." And with that, he left.

Adrian was fuming. He hated it when foster-father talked about mortality. He had already lost his parents at the age of 17. He couldn't bare the thought of living without Maria and Dimitrius. Adrian sighed and ran his hand through his hair. After a moment of thought, he grabbed his suit jacket and dialed a number into his cell phone.

"Sarah. Twenty minutes."

He hung up and stalked his way into the garage, into his car, and drove off to find his high. The simple, uncomplicated high of sex.

Adrian dismissed the notion of love from his mind as easily as he forgot the bird who sang to him on his way off the estate. Love was irrelevant to a man like him.

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"What are you thinking?" She asked quietly. His unfocused stare came back to her.

"Nothing, darling."

"You know, I read something in a magazine when I was little."

"Oh?"

"It said, 'Don't ask a man about his feelings because he doesn't have any. And don't ask him what he's thinking because that look on his face is probably just gas.'" Adrian chuckled.

"Do you believe that? Do you believe I have no feelings?" He kissed her hand.

"I used to think so. Before I met you in person."

"How so?"

"Don't you think the media portrayed you as kinda… devoid of all emotion?"

"I wouldn't know. I don't watch television." Lina's jaw dropped.

"No television?" Adrian eyed her skeptically.

"No." He waited for an explanation of her horror.

"I… I'm sorry Adrian. But this…we-… can't work." She sat up, not meeting his eyes.

His grip turned to steel. A few moments of terror-stricken silence filled the air. Adrian felt her body shake in his arms as she buried her face in the pillow. "Lina. Lina." He gently shook her, not understanding. He pulled her around to face him and at first Lina started laughing aloud, but when she saw the look on his face, she froze.

"No… I… that was a joke." She held his face close and kissed him with worry. "Honey?"

Adrian's body was hard, braced for impact of her sudden revelation that she no longer wanted him. But he saw the concern on her pretty face and unlocked his muscles, one by one, until he was as relaxed as he could be. She rubbed his shoulders and murmered to him. "I'm sorry. You know I love you." Her fingers ran down the back of his neck and he shuddered.

Adrian instantly remembered Dimitrius' line.

'You won't understand what I mean until you experience the euphoria of losing your sanity to a woman.'

Understanding his father's words felt like a milestone. At a younger age, he feared he would never be at the same level as his Dad. At least, in terms of love. As he felt his beloved coo over his worries, he knew he had her to thank for bringing him ever closer to Dimitrius. She was good for him in every way imaginable.

"Please tell me what you're thinking." She whispered. He felt her arms encircle his neck as she leaned her entire body against his chest, knowing he was more than strong enough.

"I was thinking about the days of my youth. I wasn't devoid of all emotion, as you put it, but I was devoid of romantic love. I didn't understand it and didn't want it."

"Really?"

"Really."

"When was your first love?"

"Just before you." But he quickly added, "Though, it was nowhere near what I feel now. I want things with you that I hadn't even thought of before."

"Are you talking about Bree-Anne?" She asked quietly. Adrian sensed her change in mood.

"You ask too many questions, my love." He chuckled and grazed her back. Lina pulled back to look up at him.

"That's exactly what Edward said." Adrian flipped her onto her back with lightning speed and held her down, kissing her neck. He hated it when she said his name. It sounded so lovely. He had to remind himself that she was at his mercy, not Eddie's. He continued teasing her neck as he questioned her.

"When?"

"Aahh.. when.." She licked her lips, trying to form coherent thoughts.

"When you were in Dimitrius' study?"

"Yeess.." She hissed.

"Who do you love Lina?" He whispered against her skin.

"Megatron." He heard her giggle. He pulled away and threw the covers off his body, about to get up.

"Adrian! I'm kidding!" She dove onto him and pulled him down by his shoulder; something which Adrian let her do, as he could have dragged her through the plane without so much as a grunt.

She pushed him back onto the luxurious silken covers and straddled his abdomen. Adrian reveled in the feeling of her on top of him, but kept his glee to himself. She leaned down to kiss him, but he turned his face. She tried again, unsuccessfully.

"Adrian!" she cried.

"Sorry." He shrugged. "The moment's gone"

"But.. I want some." She pouted. He smiled wickedly.

"Who do you love?" She leaned in close and looked deeply into his eyes. Her hair fanned out the sides, creating a curtain of darkness. Adrian ran his fingers through. Seductively, she said,

"Adrian Veidt."

His hands snaked to her breasts. She jerked in surprise and then sighed at the attention. She molded her body into his hands and began rocking her hips against his, grinding, driving him wild.

A ding went off in their room, along with the seatbelt light.

"We're landing." Adrian announced quietly. Lina didn't even hear him. She was too lost in the images of what she was about to do to him. Adrian picked her up off of him and began to dress himself with inhuman speed. She just sat there, in a haze of lust and confusion, watching him. When he finished, he turned to see that she hadn't moved. He smiled and found her underthings and skirt. Her shirt was a lost cause. She'd wear one of his. Again. He pulled her to her feet and held her face close to his. "I promise I'll let you make it up to me when we get home." She nodded and rose to your tiptoes to kiss him. She relished his scent and felt dizzy; though she wasn't sure if it was because of her 2nd plane ride or because of how pleasureful Adrian was to all five of her senses. He tried to break away but her arms held him close. His smile made her toes curl.

"Actually, not as soon as we get home." He finally said. "You have to meet Katherine."

"Fuck."

"What?"

"Why do you say her name like that?"

"Like what?"

"Say it."

"Katherine."

"See?"

"See what!" he said exasperatedly. What was she talking about and why wasn't she dressed yet? The plane was landing!

"Say Kathy."

"Kathy." He muttered as he tried to slip her skirt up.

"Yeah, Kathy definitely sounds better." She spoke aloud to herself.

"Lina." He pulled her shoulders forward and leaned down so he could meet her eye to eye. "What are you talking about?" Lina didn't skip a beat.

"The way you say her name. I don't like it. It sounds too..."

"Sounds too what?"

"Sounds like you're about to fuck her. Or already have." Adrian stared at her. It was a few months ago, during a gala. But he played it off.

"… you've completely lost your mind, you know that, don't you darling?" Lina shrugged. She knew that if she asked him whether he preferred her saying, 'Eddie' or 'Edward', he would agree with her logic. But Edward seemed to be a sore spot with him right now, so she didn't press on. He finished doing up the last button on the shirt he found for her.

"So.. wait, when am I getting sex again?" Her words came out in a garble because she was rubbing her face tiredly.

"Tired?"

"Yeah." She yawned. "Being in a sexual relationship is exhausting. Where's the bathroom?" She spun around and locked the door behind her.

Adrian watched her disappear.

…

He laid down on the bed and took a breath.

A deep breath.

The last few moments were tiring, especially when he couldn't understand her LinaTalk. He loved her more for being so unusual, but he wished he could understand her better sometimes.

He heard another ding go off. He knew they hadn't landed yet but he glanced at the seatbelt sign anyway. He heard the sound again and realized it was a phone. It was coming from the ground, where Adrian had her purse and some of her other small bags brought in.

He reached down and sifted through the tiny thing. He sifted through her lipstick and compact, lady products and iPod wires… until he found her cheap plastic phone. Adrian shook his head to himself, chuckling. The model he was holding came out 5 years ago. He knew because his company had produced it. It was a Sally Jupiter cell, and was rather cheap and clunky looking. His smile faded when he saw the name that was flashing.

Rorschach.

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Hi everyone.

Sorry there was no update for so long.

And a special sorry to Britney. She knows why. Hopefully our dream of sexually violating Matthew Goode is enough to make us kindred spirits, and therefore is enough to force her to forgive me. (Cuz you can never be mad at a kindred spirit. Or else, when they die, they'll come back to haunt you, like the demon from Paranormal Activities) (WHICH btw, you guys HAVE to go see…) It`s like an Indi Film, super low-budget ($11,000) and was only to be shown at a few select theatres, but people began petitioning on the movie`s official website for it to be shown in their own cities, and BOOM, it is now at the movie theatre I work at and has been selling out since it opened. At least in Canada. Not so sure what`s happening in the States.

PS. I know they didn`t have cell phones in the 70`s. Just play along.