Chapter Eleven (The Mile High Club Is Accepting New Members) ADULT SITUATIONS. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. THIS ONE IS FOR YOU LORIG795..WITHOUT JOSEF...BUMMER!


Mick leaned the chair back slightly, his long legs given a little more room to relax.

"These airline seats leave a lot to be desired." Beth had noted his discomfort. "Better?" There was no passenger behind the being so, he felt alright taking the liberty he had taken.

"It's my own fault. I should have asked to use Josef's Lear." Mick grinned over at the woman.

"He wouldn't approve of this would he." Beth was too astute for his peace of mind at times.

"Well, it's something I have to do." He had made the decision.

"I know." She nodded. She too, settled back falling into momentary silence. She glanced out the window of the airliner, her thoughts not on the soft fluff of clouds just outside the pane, dark and heavy cotton floating in a velvet fog of sky..even though she was looking intently at the area for a goodly while.

"We have to talk about it, you know." She finally spoke, turning her head to seek him out. "..Don't we?"

In the apartment, he had wanted to pursue the subject but, they had to rush to find a Taxi and then, stop by Beth's apartment to pack, the check-in process was crowded and impersonal. "Do we?" He questioned, pleased she had brought the subject up yet again. Mick had been sitting, trying to find a suitable opening.

Thank god Beth was forthright and honest.

"I mean..I want to..I.." He moved carefully. "I would like very much to..discuss it. In detail." He admitted freely, liking the hesitant manner in which she now met his eyes but soon enough, she held his gaze readily. That was his Beth. Always facing a problem head-on.

"I..I have wanted to be closer to you for some time now, Mick..you must have known that." She shifted a little, to better face him in the uncomfortable confides of the seat. "Is that news to you?"

"Great news." He kept his voice low, although the plane was relatively empty. A few passengers were making the trip but it was late at night so, the roster was hardly full. "Amazing..news. I wasn't sure if..I offended you or..maybe turned you off by.."

"Oh, I think you know that wasn't the case." She cut him a half teasing/half calculated stare. "Turned off was not a phrase I would have applied at that moment..and you know as much..don't you."

Mick allowed a half grin, his vanity suitably stroked. "That obvious, hum." He pulled on his ear, his expression a sheepish one. "Beth?" he 'serioused up'. " You mean..a lot to me. I would never wish to alienate you in any way, shape or form but..I do feel..things for you. And I think YOU..know that."

She nodded. "I want that. I want you to feel something for me."

Mick looked into those incredible blue eyes and felt himself losing himself. The old demons begin to eat at him. Always just under the surface. Doubts and recriminations..where this woman was concerned.

"Don't." She read him too easily. "We can't allow 'what ifs' to stop this, Mick. Not any longer. Not after..what you allowed last night..the other..day." Her time frames were becoming confused. Day..night. What did it matter. "You have to decide something. I can't..go on like this. The..not knowing where we stand. One second, it's..amazing and right and the next..you are pushing me away again. It has to stop."

She was issuing an ultimatum. He had known it would only be a matter of time. "At least..it does for me." Her insides were shaking and she clenched her fists that he could not see her fingers trembling. What if he told her..it was over. The relationship had to end? She had gone over and over this in her mind. It was tearing them apart anyway. She had to know.

Mick thought the matter through. He was silent and introverted, so much so..Beth began to regret her decision but..she saw no way to back down now. She watched the handsome profile religiously, trying to read something on his face..anything.

Mick glanced around the interior of the cabin. One elderly couple slept about six rows ahead, on the right side of the plane, their seat lights off, their heads resting on pillows, their bodies covered with blankets.

Through the curtain, down the aisle, he could see the flight attendant busy with some paper work. The front section was dotted with sleeping passengers and one gentleman busy on his lap top, work sheets spread out over several unused seats.

He turned his head, his eyes seeking the woman beside him. She waited anxiously, her beautiful face composed and regal. She really was a lovely female. The fact, she did not think much, if anything about it..made her even more appealing in his eyes.

He took her hand and..tugged her out of her seat. A puzzled air became her, but she did not resist when he lead her quietly down the deserted aisle, the calloused palm melding with the soft skin of her own. He opened the small cubicle, allowing her enter, even though the intelligent brow was definitely furrowed now.

"Wh.."

"Shh." He put his finger to her full mouth, stepping into the bathroom space with her, then leaned, his mouth replacing the appendage, the kiss soft and gentle.

The space was ridiculously small but..somehow, he did not mind..not at all. Her body was pressed intimately against his in the confiding space, so much so..he could feel the delicious slope of her breasts against his chest. He could not stop his hands from searching out the indentations of her waist, his arms enfolding the sweet smelling form securely, the palm of his hand spreading over the small of her back.

Beth's senses reeled, her arms going about Mick's neck of their own accord. She tightened the embrace, tip toeing to better fit her mouth to his probing one.

Mick knew he didn't have time to be delicate or romantic but..that, hopefully, would add to the excitement of the moment for the woman.

He slipped his tongue slowly..languidly between the heated moisture of her mouth, tasting the sensuality offered, reveling in the eroticism of finally having Beth Turner in his arms..under his influence. He allowed his emotions free reign, her mouth eliciting a passionate response from him.

He pulled her closer, his arousal a strong, vital one he wished share with her. Beth moaned weakly, as she felt the imprint of his involvement straining against her abdomen, her own tongue flicking tentatively about the hollow of his mouth, causing Mick's stomach to lurch with subdued lust.

He moved his leg between her skirt, lifting it, the jean material easing higher unto the heated moistness of her valley. He wasted no time in easing his hand between their bodies, his fingers exploring the area with expert gentleness but intently thorough in their examination..one that left Beth gasping for breath and panting heavily.

Mick reached, turning the faucet on full force. If the woman noted, she didn't let on..too busy returning his kisses, her fingers sending shafts of delectable shivers down his neckline as they played at the base of his hair, the stylish nails raking over the flesh gently..massaging.

Mick grunted his appreciation when she lifted her leg higher, propping it over his thigh, giving him better access to what he wished..access.

He fumbled with the front of his jeans, struggling with the zipper then, his painfully engorged member but finally...it was free, stiff and erect, hungry for a hot, steamy home.

Beth moved closer, her leg wrapping about his buttock, as she moved the lace of her panties aside for his entry. Mick's breathing was more than shallow, his blood heated, his entire system on 'red alert'. "I want you...so badly!" He whispered his urgency into her parted mouth, their breath intermingling, clean and warm...she tasted of spearmint. He suddenly fucking loved spearmint! "God! Beth!"

The slender fingers wound about his shaft as she guided the bulb of his penis to the slick flesh of her opening, rubbing it about temptingly, whimpering her delight at the feel. He stifled a heart felt gasp at her touch.

"Fuck!" Mick's head fell back, his eyes closed as he..savored. "Ohhhh...geesh!"

Beth pulled his head down, catching his mouth, moving forward, allowing his hardness to slide slowly into her body.

Mick groaned loudly but she giggled, shushing him with her mouth. He lifted her easily, his arm about the small of her back, and she eased down inch by inch unto his rigidness, until the hilt hit her clit, the coarse pubic hair tingling on her exposed nub.

His breath was coming in raspy gasps against her cheek. He was totally aroused and ready to release his load but...he had to make this memorable for Beth...he just had to know..that when it was over..she would allow him this ecstasy again.. That this could not possibly be..a one time thing.

He had never felt the depth of emotions he was feeling now. To think..he might not feel them again..especially with this woman..was unthinkable.

He put his hand under the hot water, allowing his fingers to heat nicely..he then withdrew only enough to force them between their bodies to caress her clit with the heat. He was thrilled when the woman cried out softly, enjoying the sensation, clearly. He repeated the act several times..rubbing the slick little nub erotically for her.

It took only seconds, then he felt her contracting, her cavern convulsing spasmodically about his tool. It felt so good..so very good. He stifled a grunt of acquiescence, his mouth searching for her's hungrily. His fluid was building inside, his body geared and ready to implode...he listened to Beth's soft whimpers of excitement knowing she was very near her apex. "come for me." He commanded, his tone washing over her like a soothing balm. "Let me take you there.."

She willingly surrendered to the moment..the temptation too much to bear. Mick felt her tremble in his arms, his mouth covering her pulsating vein. He bit gently, drawing blood...the taste just enough, as his tongue swirled about the lovely flesh. His cream exploded from the slit on the head of his organ, his mind screaming out with the pleasure his actions had invoked, he muffled the sound into her skin, his mouth open..his breath ragged, hot on her flesh.

He suckled her neck ever so gently, groaning piteously for the rapture racking his form as he sated his need within Beth's body. The intense orgasm seemed to last an eternity and then..slowly...breathlessly..it..eased.

He licked the delicious droplets of her blood, feeling his penis slacken a bit, but he was still inside Beth and..he did not want the sensation to end.

She held to his neckline loosely, her face radiantly enticing with the after glow of their lovemaking. She was flushed and tousled and..adorable.

Mick absently shut the faucet off, his entire energies focused on the woman. Had he pleased her, as much as she had pleased him? Did she hate that he had tasted her blood? Did she find his 'need' to do so..repulsive? Now, that he had allowed his weakness..did she truly begin to understand the depth of what he was?

Beth leaned her head against Mick's shoulder, sighing happily. She had slid her leg down his, and now stood, toe to toe with the being. She felt wonderful and..overwhelmed and..joyous and..euphoric and..fully..unequivocally ..satisfied, both mentally and physically. She reluctantly moved slightly away from him.

Mick hastily redressed, putting his member away absently, stuffing his shirt back down into this jeans, his eyes never leaving Beth.

She lifted her face, pushing her hair from her temples. She smiled up at him. "You can be very..inventive, can't you, Mr. St. John." The lovely mouth curved into a smile for him alone. "I like that in a vampire."

Mick..resumed breathing, only just aware he had been holding his breath. "You bring out the best in me?" He tried to match her lightness feeling anything but at that particular moment in time. "And you...Miss Turner..can be very..." Words escaped him. ".. ...Wow!"

She dimpled, clearly happy with the praise. "That was..amazing."

"Yeah." He could not but agree. "I KNOW!"

Beth flushed a little but the blue eyes sought his immediately. "...I take it..your decision has been..cast then?"

"You take it right..me?" He lifted his brows. "Lady? I'll take you..any way I can get you."

"Keep it that way...Vampire Guy." She lean, kissing him lovingly, pulling back after only a minute moment of contact. "Now..get out. I need some privacy." She teased.

Mick chuckled the pent up tension away. "Not likely to refuse you anything at this stage." He stated the obvious, sliding the door lock over. He glanced out, seeing the coast was still clear, then leaned, catching her mouth in a kiss that promised intimacy if she wished.

To his delight..she wished. It was the vampire that finally broke the contact, scowling at her scoldingly for she had caused yet another awakening in him. He vacated the bathroom cubicle, making his way back to their seats.

The old couple slept soundly on. The businessman labored over his profit sheets, the flight attendant busied herself with stacking magazines and other publications for distribution on the morning flight that would leave almost immediately after their arrival in Canada.

Mick was playing a hunch. A long shot, granted. But this Nicholas Knight had been a police officer in Toronto. Humans were creatures of habit. Mick found..that even though he could no longer be classified among them, he still held to his old habits. He hoped this Knight guy suffered from the same affliction. At the very least, Mick might be able to interview some old acquaintances of the guy. Find some kind of trail. Any lead would be better than nothing and sitting on his ass wasn't his style.

He had second thoughts about the trip before, withholding his intentions from Josef but now..after what just happened. He wouldn't have missed it for the world. Not the entire Universe.

He tried to stop smiling but..it just wasn't going to happen for a while.

Making love to Beth..even under such circumstances..had been everything he had ever dreamed..and more.

His mind was full, his thoughts rushing a mile a minute. He took the time to calm his body's reaction to the allure of such a beautiful woman.

That last kiss alone had told him, that..she was not completely immune to his..charms. The thought sent him to smiling again. He noted the flight attendant was now giving him frequent glances of perplexity.

He hid his grin behind his hand, leaning on the arm of the seat with his propped elbow, gazing out into the night sky absently.

It was a beautiful night. And he felt..fucking damned good! He felt on top of the world. It just did not get any better..than this!