"A drink for you or your wife?" The flight attendant asked.

Jack glanced over next to him, smiling at the idea of Kate being his wife. She wore a simple sundress underneath the airline blanket. Her head rested on the window, the sunlight only illuminating the silhouette of her face.

"I'm fine. And she'll, uh be out the rest of the flight," he smiled back at Kate one more time. "She doesn't exactly fly well."

"You're a beautiful couple," the flight attendant smiled quickly before pushing her cart down the aisle. Jack pushed a curl out of Kate's face as he studied her. Every time he looked at her, he was reminded that it was destiny they had crossed paths and survived together. And now, she had agreed to fly again; even more she agreed to return to the beach.

A medical conference in Hawaii meant Jack was forced to leave their home for the week. However, Margo had worked tirelessly to convince them to let her watch Aaron and go on a vacation together. Kate suspected she was working in cahoots with Jack; Jack suspected Margo was eager for more grandchildren. Still, despite her fears, Kate had agreed to go. Agreed for him.

A slight turbulence sent Kate forward, starling her awake. Her eyes widened and she gripped the arm rest with white knuckles and labored breathing.

"Hey, hey, it's just a little turbulence," Jack promised her. With one hand he pulled her against him and kissed her forehead. "I've got you."

Kate nodded softly before lifting her head to look and see if anyone was watching. When she realized they weren't, she bit her lower lip, temptation taking over her. She kissed him, biting his lip with a soft moan. "I want you," she whispered against his lips.

He let his hand slide under her blanket and rub her bare knee. She slid down in her seat as he gently squeezed her thighs. Her body responded and her legs opened automatically for him. He let his hands move upward, stroking her slit through the dampened lace material of her panties.

"Please," she whimpered.

"Please what?" He teased.

"Touch me." Jack let his fingers slide under the panties. His fingers parted her lips and his thumb covered her clit, slowly rubbing circles over her bundle of nerves. "Jack," she panted, her hips bucking and meeting his touch. She bit down on his neck making him hiss at the mixture of pleasure and pain.

She threw the blanket over him, too and immediately went to work unzipping his pants. She freed him with one hand, feeling herself blush once again at his hard he was for her; how hard he always was for her. She immediately went to work, stroking his length and squeezing the tip just enough to make him fidget in his seat. She licked her lower lip, desperately wishing she could kneel in front of him and take all of him. In no time at all he was gripping at the blanket, desperate to cover his explosion. His cheeks reddened the way they always did when he came before she did. She wondered if he'd ever realize that she purposely held back; she loved watching him finish.

She leaned so her back was against the warm window, giving him full access. He let his fingers slide in and out slowly, teasing her. He twisted his fingers as he pushed into her, grinning mischievously as he watched he struggle to stay quiet.

"Come for me," he purred, his voice a whisper only she could hear. She obliged within seconds, covering his fingertips with her arousal.

She adjusted in the seat so she could put her head in the crook of his neck. They sat in silence for a few minutes, both enjoying the sound of their staggered breaths.

Jack stayed still until her head suddenly felt heavier and he knew she had fallen back asleep.

She had agreed to fly again. She had agreed to go to another beach. And he was going to make it all worth it.