Hey guys. Sorry I've been a slacker and taken ages to update =S I had a maths exam yesterday. Omg I never knew how much maths utterly repulses me hehe.
It's is X+2 what? X+2 my arse! Who needs it?
Anyway sorry about the rant. Here is chapter 10. REVIEW!
Thank you x

Chapter 10

We eventually boarded the plane, proving how efficient Dimitri was as we didn't have to wait. Dimitri led the way through the isles of passengers, some of which gave him very obvious looks.

I wondered how obvious they would look with a black eye.

Our seats were at the very back of the plane which I wasn't too thrilled about. To be honest I wasn't that thrilled about planes, period, but it made to be done.

"Shotgun window seat!" I declared, pushing past Dimitri and sliding into the far seat.

I heard him chuckle as he reached up to stow our carry-on luggage. As he stretched, his t-shirt lifted slighting, giving me a very pleasing view of obvious rock hard abs. I had to physically hold my hands down or else they would be wandering where they probably shouldn't be.

He caught me looking and smiled warily as he fell into the seat beside me. I didn't realise how nervous I was until I tried to do my seat belt up, proving impossible because of my shaking hands.

"Are you afraid of flying?" He asked, nodding at my fumbling hands.

I finally snapped the belt together and turned to look up at him. I was not afraid of a stupid plane.

"No. I'm just nervous." I replied, more bitterly than I intended.

He nodded slowly, removing his eyes from me and belting himself in.

The airline staff walked down the isles, making sure everyone was comfortable and had things packed safely away, as was their job. However, it was so not this particular hostesses job to blatantly check out Dimitri.

I suppressed an almost animalistic growl and turned to look out the window. I was sad that I would be leaving Russia so soon, it was a lot prettier than I gave it credit for. I watched as the engines began to hum with power, heat waves rising off the wings.

When we were given the all clear to take off, we began speeding down the runway and then lifting up into the sky. It wasn't until now that I realised the quickly coming evening had brought a flurry of intimidating, black clouds with it.

I swallowed and closed the window shade roughly, turning to stare at the back of the seat in front of me. We were still climbing up and I suppose we hadn't reached the clouds yet.

The plane gave little shakes now and then, like on any flights, barely noticeable. I watched the movement at the front of the plane as the staff got out of their seats to get water for the passengers. They were only up for a minute before they rushed back to their seats and belted themselves in.

Crap. That was never a good sign.

The seat belt light binged and the fuzzy radio sounded as the pilot began to speak, the plane shaking a little more than before. It wasn't a lot, but definitely noticeable now.

The pilot spoke through the microphone in Russian, the fact that it wasn't in English seemed to freak me out more until I heard the echo in English.

"Thank you for flying Russia Airlines." The translation said. I wanted to barge open the cabin he was in and tell him to focus on flying rather than promoting the crummy airline. "We will be experiencing some turbulence through this part of our flight. Please remain seated and lock your trays up onto the seat in front of you." The plane did a small jerk and my heart began beating frantically as I clutched the armrest tightly, digging my nails in.

I glanced over at Dimitri, knowing my eyes would be terrified even before I was the raw worry in his. But the worry was for me.

"I thought you weren't afraid of flying." His sentence held the humour, but I could tell that he was just trying to lighten my tense mood.

"I'm not. I'm afraid of falling." I replied through gritted teeth, not from anger but from fear.

"We'll be fine." He assured me, unclasping my fingers from the arm rest and putting his hand in their deadly grip instead.

Even through my panic I noticed how deliciously warm his skin was, my heart beating even quicker now for two reasons.

To make matters worse, the staff decided it would be a great idea to turn off the main lights, the only light coming from the illuminated panels running along the isle and the blinking lights for reading.

"Like this is any better." I muttered quietly, surprised my voice wasn't a high pitched mess at the moment.

"It's okay, Roza." Dimitri murmured back, his voice completely calm.

I gripped his hand tightly -his hand stroking the back of mine- and squeezed my eyes shut. The plane did a big drop within seconds, though I was still able to get the disgusting feeling of my stomach flipping up into the chest.

My knees were shaking and I dug my nails into Dimitri's hand, feeling bad, but not being able to stop.

I cracked my eyes open to look at him and saw he as staring at me intently. I felt stupid because now I could feel dampness running down my cheeks, tears. It wasn't just the fear of this lane, but leaving my family and all the others things that have silently been wearing away at me.

The plane jerked sideways, jerking me closer to Dimitri too. We were inches away and I would see my frantic breaths stirring this loose hair handing around his face.

Another jerk and we were closer still, his breath on my lips driving me crazy and distracting me from what I had been scared of.

I stared at him letting the tears run freely; it was futile to try stop them, even though I wish I could. I saw how it agonized him when they began to fall quicker. He turned his body toward me but looked away from me, his eyebrows furrowing for answers.

I still felt the rocking of the plane, but focussed on him completely, trying to drown out the shaking.

He stared for a few seconds then turned his face back to me. He moved his free hand with exaggerated slowness up to my face and gently wiped away the tears again before resting his palm along my jaw line and leaving his fingers against my cheek. He stared into my eyes before moving his face closer, shifting his eyes between mine to gauge my reaction as well as make sure he didn't head-but me from the shaking.

My breath caught and I leaned in as well. He closed his eyes and his lips pressed lightly against mine.

His lips were as soft and smooth as silk, they moved slowly with mine, gently. His fingers placed lightly on my face were so gentle they made my skin raise in goose bumps and made butterflies riot in the pit of my stomach. This kiss was like no kiss I had ever had.

Dimitri's kisses of pure desire and need reflected the softness in him, the caring and passionate way he cared about everything, about me. I opened my eyes quickly to peek at him. His eyes were shut loosely and I could tell that he liked it almost as much as me.

I thought it was a figure of speech when they say you float away but I actually felt as though I was. Without breaking the kiss he moved his hand that I had been holding slightly away. Before I had time to be upset, his curled around mine again, linking our fingers. I instinctively held onto his hand tightly and put my other hand lightly on his shoulder so he couldn't disappear and he continued to kiss me with nothing but gentleness.

I'd never had a kiss this good. A kiss that made me feel wanted and desired, it would take some getting used to but I was absolutely fine with taking my entire life time getting used to it. He lightly bit my lower lip a couple of times, I could feel a slight smile stretching out his lips.

The plane jerked as we kissed, seeming to snap him back to reality, he pulled away a few millimetres but I could still feel his breath and closeness. We both opened our eyes slowly then he pecked my lips slowly and tenderly a few times before pulling back completely.

I stared into his eyes and smiled dizzily. His fingers were still lingering on my face and he used them to caress my cheek softly, I could feel my cheeks burning with my blush. He smiled his breath taking smile right into my eyes.

Somewhere through the staring, we made it through the cloud cover and began flying smoothly.

"Thank you." I spoke in an uneven whisper, breaking the long silence.

"No need to thank me. I couldn't hold it back much longer." He whispered back -a little uneven as well I guessed- before kissing my cheek, setting it ablaze again.

"Hold it back?" I asked confused.

"Kissing you. I've been wanting to for a while now but thought it would be better-" He hesitated. "-Easier… For both of us if I didn't." He replied gravely.

"But-" I started but he cut me off and pressed his finger to my lips.

"Shh, Roza. Lets not talk about what is the right thing."

"Time goes too fast." I grumped and his replying snigger was irresistible.

"It used to go slow… until I met you. Everything dragged on but now everything goes quickly-" He took my hand and pressed it over his heart. "-Everything."

I felt his heart beating steadily but accelerated. I blushed because I knew mine would be the same.

"Relax, Roza. I'll protect you always."

He let go of my hand and used that arm to put the arm rest up and pull me against his side, linking our fingers with his other hand. He cradled me against him and held my head to his chest as he held my other hand securely, stroking it with his thumb gently.

I smiled to myself and remembered mom telling me to never see Dimitri again. I wondered what she would say if she saw us now, curled up together after having the most amazing kiss.

I snuggled into his chest further and listened to the steady beating of his heart, knowing mine would always belong to him.

Yeah, maybe it was impulsive to be so strongly connected to someone I hardly knew, someone seven years older.

I took his advice, to not think about what is the right thing, the politically correct thing, because right now, nothing felt more right than this.

Thank you for reading! Sorry if the plane scene was a bit wtf but it happened to me once, well minus the studly Dimitri, but still now that I look back on it, it was hilarious! I freaked out everyone else on the plane and got a lolly pop hehe. REVIEW! Thank you x