Tiny Spaces and Steel Birds

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Scottish Air Space

Western Mainland

1516 hours

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His lips seemed to fit perfectly with hers, the arch of both their mouths meeting in a passionate kiss. It wasn't like a Sam kiss.

It was more.

While Sam had kissed her, Jacob had really kissed her. It wasn't a soft, melting kiss that could last for days. No. This kiss was brutal, sucking everything she had from inside her, stealing not only her breath but her soul. Was it even possible to be this amazing? To be able to kiss so exuberantly, so fervently?

Her hands pulled him closer by his shirt, while his own hands desperately tried to pull at her jeans - anything really - trying to draw her closer into their already fused aura. She could feel his eagerness, his underlying want buried in the way his tongue searched hers out, the way it ran across the ridges of her mouth, over her teeth, before joining with her own again.

This wasn't what she had envisioned, though she was not disappointed.

Pushing him back into the leather chair she inhaled what felt like her first breath. Like she was a newborn taking the first taste of the big wide world, like not being able to breathe was natural; as if breathing in from Jacob was all she ever knew. He was panting himself, looking over her with dark pooling eyes, eyes that were racking over her like nails, piercing deep down inside of her. Without any further adieu, Leah straddled his thighs and pressed her hands into the headrest, angling her mouth down to capture his once again.

His hands worked wonders, like fire sweeping over flesh. She couldn't stand the itch in her clothes, the itch that was clawing beneath her skin to be with him.

"Shirt off," she commanded, wrapping her hands into his hair and kissing along his jaw line, the musky scent of this man driving her crazy, her mouth committing to the mission of finding its source.

"Yes ma'am." He chuckled pushing her back a little and bouncing a couple of times to get into a more comfortable position.

He was quick to remove the black material covering his upper body and in a split second their mouths danced again. Leah ran her hands tentatively along the skin of his shoulders feeling for the first time that wonderful bronze flesh in its barest form. He was soft until his hands came to her hips, the muscle flexing and sliding underneath it's covering for her to feel against her palms.

The bulge of his jeans was pressing hotly into her thigh, teasing and willing her to go further. She groaned into his mouth, arching her chest against his hand as it slid up her body to cup her breast. There was too much heat, she needed air, water, ice - she needed it all.

"Take it off," she whined, sitting back on his thighs to watch his other hand creep under her shirt. It was surreal watching the material of her shirt move, his hands hidden underneath the offensive material. Lifting her arms lazily, he wriggled upward, making sure to touch every part of her, to take his time.

Leah was impatient. As soon as the shirt came to her upper arms, she dredged the material up and with a flick of her wrist discarded it to the floor. Her lips once again came down against the perfect bow of his mouth while her hands tugged at the belt in his jeans.

"You're very eager." Jacob laughed as he pulled away and slapped her hands away from the waistband of his jeans. Her nimble fingers had worked fast against his belt and he felt it's weight on his sides. As soon as her hands reached to his button and fly again, he stopped her by catching her wrists.

"Jacob…" she scowled, a slight whine in her voice making her seem adorable. Her cheeks were flushed, the skin of her neck and chest the following the same demeanour.

Her eyes light up with a slight glassy coating when he took her hands and placed them behind his head to slow down their ministrations.

"What?" Leah asked, her chest rising and falling with each second. "You don't want to-"

Jacob shook his head, a slightly amused look on his face. "Trust me - I definitely want to. It's just a little open out here, don't you think?" He was sweet to think of her like that and she almost swooned. Of course she didn't want to captain and co-pilot to walk out and find her and Jacob enthralled mid passion.

"Where?" Looking around the small plane there weren't many options. Well not so much - many - but one. The place dawned on her like a light and she wanted to twist her nose in disgust at the location.

"It's small, but we'll fit," he answered as if reading her mind. Dropping his tone, he spoke again "I'll make sure of it." The sound was husky, deep and turning her on. Could a voice even do that? She didn't think to care about the internal questions any longer.

"Let's go."

Leah could feel the metal of the taps digging into her back but she didn't care. With Jacob's mouth on her neck and his hands disposing of her jeans she could barely even speak without stuttering.

The space they were in, crammed them together which wasn't really the problem, it was the lack of freedom to move around that was pissing them off. With the back of her head lain against the mirror, her body hoisted up onto the small bench, his back was still pressed against the door, there was barely enough space to breathe.

It wasn't practical but it would have to do.

"Tell me," he whispered as his hand dipped to the apex between her legs, pressing the material to her slit. Jacob smirked as he felt it dampen immediately and watched as her eyes rolled back and her head banged against the mirror.

"Tell you - tell you - wh - what?" Leah stuttered as her arms shot out and palmed against the walls to steady herself. There was no room to even wriggle around to get closer to him, he was in control and she hated that she felt helpless against his onslaught.

Pushing her thighs wider apart, he planted himself between her toned legs and slotted like a jigsaw piece against her. "Tell me what you want from me," he growled as his mouth attacked her neck, sucking and biting on the tender flesh.

"Shit!" she cried, racking one of her hands through his hair to hold the back of his head closer - impossibly closer.

Her gulps of air became more desperate as his jeans slid from his hips and pooled at his knees. Grabbing her thighs, he pulled her lower body closer while somehow magically keeping her sitting just on the edge of the sink.

"Tell me what you want from me," He whispered, as his own hand brushed her ear, moving to hold the back of her neck. He needed to consider her eyes; he needed her to know she could trust again. He needed her to know that he was there, that he was real, and that he wasn't going to disappoint. She'd had far too much disappointment in her life, too much to deal with. He wanted to whisk her away to somewhere quiet; somewhere where it could be just the two of them, living, breathing, wanting each other for the rest of their lives.

"Please," she whimpered, feeling his excitement so close yet so agonisingly far. "I want you – please." And she did, she wanted him more than anything. Was it just the sex? She wasn't sure. But she knew somewhere the voice inside her was screaming to be consumed. Whether it was love or lust she didn't know. She couldn't fathom the choice of love. To love him in such a short time scared her. It made her want to run and hide, run to the other side of the world and never look back into those pools of chocolate that were staring her down.

"Don't be afraid of me Leah - I'll treat you right." He said it like he meant it and it took everything in her power not to crumble at his feet.

"I'm not afraid." Her voice was raspy as she felt him pressing into her, willing her to break from her shell and reveal herself to him. "-of you. I'm afraid of it all crashing down."

The vulnerable look in her eyes made him soften. He had anticipated her response but he was willing to show her, grind her back down until she was bare, trembling and his. "Hold my shoulders." She did as she was asked and almost came when she felt him move her underwear to the side. "You're so hot, so wet. These need to come off."

Gasping she felt the material tear from the force he exuded, letting it slink to the side of her hip like discarded tissue.

"You don't know how much I want this - need this," he breathed as his palm rested beside her head against the mirror. "Trust me Leah. Trust my feelings for you. Trust yourself."

Feeling him slide inside of her, she wanted to cry, claw and sob against him. It was so hard to be filled so completely in the tiny space, so hard for her body to un-tense and let him in. Apart from the surroundings he felt absolutely perfect, he felt right.

Righter than anyone had ever felt with her. He just belonged.

"God!" Jacob gasped, swearing under his breath as he slipped back out and held her hip in his other large palm to guide himself back in. "You're so tight - and it's been so long-" He moaned letting himself slip back out to grasp the base of his cock so he wouldn't cum too fast. She was squeezing him, the silk lining of her pussy crushing the air out of his lungs, his body - his cock. He needed more time.

"Don't stop," she pleaded, cupping his face to kiss him with force. She couldn't stand that they were apart.

Growling, Jacob pushed her back against the mirror and lifted her legs so they could wrap around his waist. "I won't. But you need to cum first."

Before Leah could ask what, he was talking about, she felt the head of his cock slide through her folds and bump against her clit. Her legs tightened on their own accord, pulling him closer, willing him. Again, and again he slid his shaft up and down, each time bumping into her clit making it feel as though she was on fire. He was literally fucking her slit and she couldn't help but squirm and whine in his arms. It was like electricity pulsing through them: pure, dangerous, unadulterated electricity.

"Are you close?"

"No - oh - oh fuck - yes - shit yes," Leah cried out as she felt the muscles in her stomach tighten and clench. Everything seemed blurry, the small lights in the bathroom seemed too hot and she was sure her legs were cramping from the position, but it was all secondary to the pleasure he was bestowing upon her.

"Good," Jacob breathed, stopping a moment to angle the head of his cock down. Within a split second he sunk back into her heat, the liquids that were pooling there making her seem hotter than lava.

Each time he thrust wholly into her and she couldn't help but squeak, the sound becoming embarrassing to her own ears.

"I'm so close…" She ebbed, holding him tightly, searching out his mouth with her own as her nails dug into his skin, just merely trying to hold on.

Pressing his forehead against hers as he pulled away from her mouth, he watched her entrancement as her eyes flicked towards him - watching, waiting, wanting. The look in her eyes alone was making each buck, each thrust, that much more powerful. The feeling, the buzz, the heat that was licking at his spine making him tense his thighs, his balls tightening - it was all coming on so fast he was afraid of not being able to see her.

One last thrust of his hips, and he came crashing down against her, pressing her heated back against the cool of the mirror.

Leah smiled to herself as his chin lay in the crook of her neck and his cheek was mirroring itself by being pressed tightly to it. The heat of his breath was climbing down her shoulder and arm, fogging the mirror behind her.

"Leah…" He called softly as she began running her fingers through his hair, letting them trail down his shoulder blades to the middle of his back.

"Jake…" She replied, a smile playing on her lips.

Pulling back a little he allowed himself one more kiss of her neck. "You're the only one who calls me Jake - you know that?"

"Really?" Leah asked, un-winding her legs from his waist.

"Yeah." Watching him lick his lips; Leah couldn't help but reach out and kiss him once more.

As their lips pressed hungrily together, a loud bang sounded against the small bathroom door, jerking them alert. Through the plastic of the door, they heard the captain of the jet loud and clear.

"We've got company."

"Show me," Leah asked, leaning down in between the two seats of the cockpit. The console in the private jet was different to those in the fighter jets she was used to but if needed she would probably be able to take the wheel from them. Fighter Jets were only built with enough to be able to do their job. This jet however had the extra luxuries that didn't come standard with those the military had under commission.

"See here," the captain pointed to a small bleep on the radar screen. "At first we brushed it off as a bird or something small like that, problem is - it's been following us for 20 minutes, maybe more. I had Jerry here, go and check some of the wiring behind the panel, do a diagnostic, check out if maybe it's a fault on our end."

"It's too big to be a bird," Jacob exclaimed as he leant over the top of Leah and peered at the screen. "But it's too small to be a fighter jet. It's not American."

Leah remained crouched, her elbows pressed against her thighs as she ran her hands over her face. She thought that Mark wouldn't be this fast, that he couldn't possibly already have a tail on them.

"Jacob's right. It's not a bird – but it is American." Standing to her feet, she squeezed past Jacob and stalked back towards the cabin of the plane to retrieve her laptop.

Pulling it from the bag she set it down on the small pull out table from the arm of her chair and turned it on. It would be easier showing him rather than just telling him.

"What do you mean it's American?" Jacob asked as he followed her out and watched as she randomly clicked and typed on the small computer.

"The designs were originally European but America began to secretly build their own prototypes in late April 2004. The Department of Defence had the aircraft classified as 'top secret' and fortunately I was one of the pilots selected to be a test subject for the log system with the US Navy. I was in a group of three cadets used to aptly provide flying regimes for the planes. A small smart cam had been installed into my control panel while I was out flying when I'd become a 'Hellcat.' Of course some of the manoeuvres were performed in the simulation room due to the fact there was no real need to use them."

Jacob looks quizzically at her, "What is it exactly you are trying to tell me?"

"It's an unmanned combat air vehicle or UCAV as it is more commonly known." Leah explained, turning the laptop towards him to point to a picture of a sleek black plane.

Jacob nodded having dealt with something slightly similar. "We used unmanned aerial systems, UAS, a couple of times in the field, but only for scouting of low lying areas in high hostile zones. That doesn't look like a RQ-2 Pioneer. They were simply drones."

"You're right," Leah said clicking through to another picture. "But this isn't a simple drone. You see, most countries are bound to international laws of war and those laws place a barricade on countries to limit collateral damage through proper identification of targets and distinction between combatants and non-combatants, making a fully automatic aircraft invalid and a crime against those laws. The use of totally autonomous planes have been forbidden, most needing a human counterpart to authorize the release of the weapons carried on them. However, I know for a fact that in 2012 the military switched them to run and simulate like a real pilot - no human contact needed. They were given a task and once ordered, the task was carried out."

"RQ's can't carry weapons," Jacob chilled, scratching his head and taking a seat across from her.

"Again, you're right – but like I said, this isn't an RQ. This is a state of the art X-47B which is much larger than the RQ's but sustainably smaller than a fighter jet. It was developed from its predecessor the X-47A Pegasus, and the French even have their own spin off. The 'Grand Duc.' These are stealth jets, used for only one thing."

Leah didn't have to explain the next part to him. The X-47B was a combat fighter, used to shoot down targets out of the sky or subsequently have a preordained target which needed to be disposed of. It was a well-known fact that after the bombing of the Eiffel tower the French had sent in 'Grand Duc's' to retaliate over the Middle East. It had ended in much bloodshed and conflict, the United Nations coming down hard on the country calling them 'malicious and cowardly acts of injustice.'

"So, we shake it. You said you were the best the Air Force ever had, what's the problem?" Jacob shrugged, smiling at her softly.

Leah groaned and shut the lip of the laptop. "You don't get it, do you? We are in a commercial jet; it lacks the power I would need to out run one of those aircrafts."

"I thought you could do anything in one of these steel birds?" He mused playfully.

"Don't get cute with me Black. The much bigger problem is whoever you got this jet from has leaked our location. Whoever you decided to trust has put us in this shit storm."

"Not possible. The leak must be somewhere else." Jacob shook his head as he spoke. The leak couldn't have been from his end. He'd used a close family friend to organize the flight. His sister's husband Jeremiah who ran his company from Hawaii had planes all over the continental US and used them for private hire to generally transport the rich and private diplomats to different locations. Jeremiah had severed with him only once in the field but he was a good decent man, one who did not take lightly to the politics the military was often involved in.

"Where ever the leak is, from now on we trust no one - only each other," Leah said tucking the laptop back into the bag.

Before she could ask Jacob who he'd gotten the plane from, the captain hollered out to them from the cock pit. "We've got another problem," His voice was off pitch, an edge of fear creeping into his normally calm demeanour.

Jogging to the front end of the plane both Leah and Jacob leaned inside and immediately their eyes drifted to the left of the window. The black jet was now hovering beside them; it's triangular form swaying softly mid-air as if teasing them. It looked so graceful, hanging in the air like not a thing was wrong in the world, like it didn't have a mission to kill the four of them on the aircraft.

"There is a signal trying to connect with our radio frequency. Should we let it through?" The co-pilot asked as his finger hovered over the button. He was pretty young to be a co-pilot, he had not been military trained, and he looked fearful. She wanted to tell him it would be alright, that they would all be alright and that they'd get out of this situation but now, looking at the jet hovering next to them she wasn't so sure.

Leah frowned, deciding what the best course of action was. "Where are we currently?"

"We are coming to the eastern bloc of the North Sea. We currently have an ETA of 10 minutes until we reach the Netherlands." The co-pilot buzzed back, looking at Leah like she was supposed to save them. She wanted to slap him for giving her such a look of despair, tell him to man up, and grow a fucking back bone. At the rate the kid was going, he was scared enough for all of them.

"I need you both to move," She exclaimed, needing them to leave the cockpit and the controls.

"Are you a qualified pilot?" The captain asked disbelievingly. He couldn't believe a passenger wanted to take his place. This was his plane, the plane he'd flown for the last three years.

"Do you want me to save your ass or would you like us to get shot out of the sky because of your petulance? Because that's what is going to happen if you don't get your ass out of that seat!" She growled.

Nodding slowly with wide eyes both pilots slipped out of their harnesses and held them open for Leah and Jacob to climb in.

"Strap yourselves in." She motioned to the two leaving the area. She wasn't sure if she was going to pull this off and they needed to be strapped in just in case the worst happened.

Hearing the soft click of the cockpit door closing, she placed the headset over her hair and adjusted the earphone and mouth piece accordingly. She nodded at Jacob to press the radio button to allow the stealth jet to hone in on their frequency.

"You sure about this?" Jacob asked as his finger stilled over the button. His eyes were searching her face, wondering if this was the right thing to do. Leah knew that she was probably going to make matters worse but she needed to know who was on the other end of the line. She needed answers and she needed them now.

Placing her hand over his she answered a simple "No," and pressed his finger down onto the button.

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North Sea

International waters

8 minutes east off the Netherlands

1632 hours

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"This is flight Echo, Bravo, 7, 3, 9er," Leah spoke clearly into the headset glancing at Jacob who was checking the control panel of the plane to make sure all of the systems were in top working order. She feared if they weren't that the plan she schemed in her mind wouldn't work.

"What's in Kiev?" The deep voice of Mark Stone asked, making Leah grimace.

"Your mother, you asshole!" Leah growled out unable to hold her tongue.

Mark chuckled; amused by the brashness that was Leah Clearwater. Not even if he lived with her for a million years would he ever get used to her snap. "Now, Lee baby. It was only a question. Can you tell me why your flight destination is leading you to the capital of the Ukraine?"

"No not really, just felt like taking a trip."

"Leah-" Mark warned.

"Listen you dickhead, if you don't pull your crony back I am going to make sure your two-million-dollar jet never flies again" Jerking the plane down, Leah peeked under the wings of the X-47B. As she anticipated it was carrying only two missiles and while non-nuclear still extremely deadly.

Her teeth ground together when she heard the loud boisterous laugh that left his lips. The smugness in his laugh made her want to squeeze the life out of him using his neck or maybe even wrap the cord of her head set around it. Had he always been this annoying or did his looks merely cover it up and blind her from his true personality?

Feeling Jacob reach down and squeeze her hand she felt her insides nearly melt. If Jacob wasn't the perfect man she didn't believe one existed. He was so calm and instead of becoming annoyed with her, brushed off the snideness that leaked from her mouth and ran full steam ahead at her.

It scared her to know that Jacob seemed to know what he wanted out of life, who he wanted. She still had insecurities, wondering if he would snap out of the haze he was under and walk away like the rest of the men in her life. But feeling him squeeze her hand was somewhat of an indication. Maybe they wouldn't last; maybe things would change in the future. The only thing she knew was that, in the now, they had each other.

"I think you are confused Clearwater. The jet hovering next to you cannot be shot down, especially considering you have no weapons aboard. What are you going to do – out run it?"

"No, shit for brains," she hissed, powering up the engines of the Lear-jet and opening her landing docks. "I am going to tear it in half."

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