A/N - this is a short fluffy fic, 3 chapters total. i've written it already, and i'll post the other chapters if people are interested. thank you!
chapter one
"This is fucking weird," Bo commented for maybe the tenth time that day. She and Lauren, her girlfriend of six months now, were on a plane to Verona. A human plane—a typical, run-of-the-mill plane on Virgin Airlines, the aisles illuminated with the pale glow of purple lights. They were on a goddamn plane, a plane with flight attendants and overpriced food and little bags of peanuts that didn't feed a squirrel—with televisions on the back of seats that had about two watchable channels, and the smell of cool air everywhere. Not a single Fae.
She felt normal for once, like a human. It was weird.
"This is business, or something like that," Lauren corrected, then paused, voice lowering seductively.
"Plus, don't you want to be a part of the mile-high club?"
Bo nearly choked on her lukewarm coffee, sputtering something as her ears bloomed red.
"I'm just teasing," Lauren laughed—a deep, sharp sound, but then, mischievously, she trailed a hand down Bo's bare, toned arm and moved her lips to Bo's ear so her voice was a soft breath, the sound meant for her alone. "Unless you'd like that.."
Bo was a Succubus. Of course she'd like that. Lauren was infuriating sometimes, in the best way possible. The doctor's aura was glowing hot with arousal and mischief. She was clever and playful, just two of the many things Bo loved about her.
As Lauren leaned back, Bo could feel the waves of her silent, mischievous laughter roll through the space between them. Her jaw clenched.
She had a window seat and Lauren was in the middle. There was a middle-aged man in the aisle seat to Bo's right, blissfully asleep, the plastic from the airplane blanket he'd unwrapped strewn carelessly over his lap.
The window to Lauren's left, oval-like and half-opened, revealed an endless stretch of sky speckled by twists of dark clouds, painting the world with night. Everything passed by in sharp blurs.
Truthfully, it wasn't something Bo had ever considered, fucking Lauren on a plane (Where would they go? The cramped, unsanitary bathroom?) And yet, she'd also never thought that she'd actually have to travel by plane, or worry about things as mundane as plane travel, until yesterday, when they'd discovered it was part of the first task in her training for the Reckoning. It was a facet of the partly-stealth mission: proving she could blend in, proving she could look and act as human-like as possible.
Lauren of course could help with that by actually being a human.
Come Monday, they'd begin the more complex part of the training, but tonight and all day tomorrow, they could relax at the hotel, rest and prepare.
If they survived this plane-ride. Ugh. Bo felt queasy, in more ways than one.
Lauren shifted, leaning her head against Bo's arm, her hands now on Bo's figure, gripping her chest and the back of her shoulder blade. Bo's imagination ran rampant. Something about the still air that harnessed the plane, the pressure pounding in her ears, the thin streak of fan-wind over their heads, the dusted golden light (a bright gleam in the otherwise dark air) made her feel her inhibitions lower, her senses heighten as well as her awareness of Lauren pressed against her. Fuck.
Her body betrayed her, the blood rushing lower, a gentle moan escaping her lips, heated wetness pooling between her legs, her thighs twitching in an attempt to stop the squirming.
Lauren, of course, noticed the reaction immediately. A sly smile bloomed on her lips and she lifted her head up, off Bo's shoulder, and looked at her fully. Lauren—fuck her—had to come on the plane in her nicest clothes, a form-fitting black dress that caused Bo's mouth to go dry every time. She didn't do it for Bo, she knew. She had business meetings and gatherings after this, a completely booked schedule. Lab work could not be paused.
Before they'd boarded the plane, during their time in the airport, gazes had drifted toward Lauren constantly, the thought of which caused Bo's inside muscles to clench. Bo hated how Lauren seemed to revel in her jealousy, revel in the attention. Sure, just as many gazes may land on Bo, but Bo was practically immune to them at this point.
Admittedly, Lauren's cockiness over the situation, over knowing people were staring at her as much as they were staring at a Succubus, also turned Bo on.
"What," Bo spoke numbly, jaw tightening. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Lauren didn't say anything, but a hand slid to her thigh.
Bo wasn't sure if it was something about the combination of being a Succubus and being 36,000 feet in the air, or if it was just Lauren, but her blood burned hotter than ever, rushing through her body faster, more violently. Her heart jolted. Subconsciously, she glanced to the man on her right to ensure he was still asleep.
Her head shook in a jerk. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the sides of her seat. "I'm.." Good? Was she though?
"Mhm?" Lauren murmured into Bo's ear, her fingers drifting lower, caressing her thighs in painfully slow circles.
She knew exactly what she was doing to her.
Bo exhaled. "It's not what you think."
Lauren leaned back in her seat somewhat suddenly, pulled her hand away and crossed her arms, tilting toward Bo.
"Isn't it?" Amusement—infuriating amusement—danced across her expression. "Tell me, then," she murmured. "I would love to hear you explain your way out of the blatant, scientific fact that the idea of me fucking you, right now, on this plane, has made you soaked. That you have not been able to control yourself as a result of the ways I've been touching you. Hell, as a result of my mere existence on this plane."
Lauren smirked, and Bo felt herself grow dizzy with arousal, and dizzy with something else, some other form of desire—the desire to strangle her, probably. She knew the effect she had on her, knew how easily she could drive her mad. This wasn't innocent from Lauren. Bo's breathing grew ragged.
"This is.." Bo struggled. She felt like she'd drank fire. The energy around them burned. "I'm fine. It's nothing. I'm not horny. I'm good."
A soft chuckle burst from Lauren's lips immediately, her smile not fading. "You don't have to lie," she murmured suggestively, pressing a gentle kiss below Bo's ear, upon the spot on her neck that she knew drove Bo wild. "I love you. And I love how easy you are to turn on."
Bo sucked in a breath. Lauren's hand was drifting dangerously south again, and she couldn't focus or think straight as the action increased the pounding, thrumming in her body. Lauren's fucking hands.
"If anything," Bo continued stubbornly, switching tactics, her voice dry, mind numb.. "It's a plane thing. Something about the air pressure doing this."
She looked at Lauren quickly and carefully, as if daring her to laugh again. Lauren was silent for a moment as she continued to circle her fingers around Bo's thigh, occasionally brushing into her center and causing Bo to gasp.. Her eyes fluttered shut as she fought to control her own breathing.
"Oh, huh," Lauren spoke finally, casting a slow, sweeping glance around the area. It was late—4:03 A.M., according to her watch—most people were asleep, otherwise in headphones and blinking restlessly at the dim, flickering television. Overhead lights illuminated various nearby faces and bodies.
"That's strange," she continued, her voice full of mirth. "The air pressure doesn't seem to be affecting anyone else."
Lauren became bolder. Her hand was now right on top of Bo's center, hovering over her clit, albeit above clothes, repeating the same, feather-light swirling motion. Bo would've gasped if she didn't know that'd mean losing the game Lauren was clearly playing, if it didn't mean giving into the temptation before she could take all of her. She could feel every muscle in her body clench, could feel herself start to wriggle, her heartbeat erratic. She could not think of anything but how badly she wanted to pin Lauren against a wall and fuck her the first chance she got. How she wanted to ravage her body, and be ravaged by her. She doubted she'd be able to make it to the hotel. She'd fuck her in the back of the bathroom stall at the airport, in the back of the taxi, against the wall in the lobby. She wanted Lauren to gasp her name, to wipe the smug smile off her face.
But for now she simply sat there still, unable to do anything but focus on her unrestrained breaths, occasionally biting back a gasp, as Lauren continued the motion on Bo's thighs and center.