She's trying to kill him. That's all he can think. He's on a plane traveling across the Atlantic Ocean. And he will die. It started innocent. A completely innocuous text.

Elizabeth: Hey Babe! On your way home yet?

Henry: Yep, should see you in 8 hours sweetheart

See innocent, but then not even thirty seconds later.

Elizabeth: I missed you this week…

Elizabeth: Like…

Elizabeth: a lot…

Then a picture came through. A selfie, her blonde hair spread over her pillow. Her silk blouse unbuttoned just enough for her cleavage to poke through the top of her black lacey bra, his favorite one he notices, just visible. Her bottom lip is gently sucked in beneath her teeth. Her eyes peering at him through his phone screen. It's her come and take me look. He knows it well, having been on the receiving end of that look more times than he can count. But she can't possibly be doing this right now. Not while he's on a fully packed plane with 8 hours left to Dulles.

Henry: I missed you, too. Can't wait to be home with you ;)

He hopes that stops this. A subtle promise to take her the way she wants as soon as he walks in the door. But something tells him it won't, as he watches the three dots appear. He slams his phone against his chest to cover the screen when it pops into view. He brings the phone back away from his chest a tad and turns the brightness all the way down. Then he takes a second look at the picture. This time no face, only boobs. Still covered by her bra, cupping one of them with her hand. Her nipples noticeably hard through the fabric. Jesus, she's trying to kill him, and he tells her so.

Henry: Are you trying to kill me?

Elizabeth: *shrug emoji*

And another picture. Bare breasts her necklace falling perfectly between them. He thanks God for this business class window seat that allows him to cross his legs and turn into the wall of the plane. He hopes no one can see his phone screen, or notice that he's half hard in his pants.

Elizabeth: Green or purple?

He's confused at the seemingly abrupt change of subject. But he will play her game. It's not like he has anything better to do.

Henry: Purple.

Elizabeth: Good choice :)

A video. He puts in his airpods and waits for them to connect. He presses play. He's greeted by Elizabeth running her tongue up the shaft of her favorite purple rabbit style vibrator. She swirls her tongue around the tip, and then winks at the camera. He sits back farther in the seat, trying to make his pants feel less tight. It's not working as flashes of Elizabeth sucking his cock run through his head. And then, as if she knew exactly where his mind would go a new video appears in their chat. She takes the vibrator into her mouth sucking as she slowly pulls it back out. It releases with a pop. She gives a him a smile. "Dead yet?" Her voice is low and sultry.

Henry: Yes.

Henry: God, I want to be with you so bad right now.

A voice memo. "I want you here too. I'm so turned on. God, Henry, I'm so wet." He can clearly see her in his head. Running her hands over her body. Her hands pinching her nipples. Her fingers circling her clit. Her sliding her favorite toy inside of herself. He knows the way her back would arch. The sounds she would make.

Now a photo. Her panties, lacey and red. Pulled down and resting on her thighs. This stops short of what he would call a money shot. But it's doing the job none the less. He knows what she looks like, every part of her committed to his memory. God, what he wouldn't give to be able to taste her right now.

And then another voice memo. "What would you do, if you were here?" Her breathing is heavier now, but he can tell that she hasn't really started touching herself yet. She's working herself up, playing this game with him. He wants to call her, to talk her through it. They are really good at phone sex, but they don't sext much. But here he is on a crowded plane, the option to call her not available.

Henry: I would kiss your neck, suck on that special spot behind your ear.

Henry: When you started to moan, I would move down and take your nipple into my mouth, sucking just the way you like.

He's surprised when his phone rings. He answers it with a near whisper.

"Hey, babe."

"I know you can't say much, but I wanted to be with you, at least in theory." She moans at the end of her sentence.

"I'm playing with my nipples, pulling them and rolling them between my fingers. God it feels good." He clears his throat trying to signal hi approval at hearing the arousal in her voice.

"I'm ready to use the toy. Should I start slow?" He hears her grab it. There's a click and then a soft buzz. It's the speed he would start it on if he were using it on her. He likes to tease her a little, and edge her a bit to a powerful orgasm. They really only use toys together when she's looking to relinquish a bit of control, be a little submissive. It's usually after a particularly stressful day, when she has to make too many decisions, be too powerful at work.

"Yes." Henry tells her. She moans softly, and he knows she's working the toy into herself nice and slow. A little in and then a little out. A little more on the next thrust. Her breathing is getting heavier. She's letting out soft moans on her exhales.

"Sounds fun, babe." He says.

"It is, but I want more. Please I want more." She whines. He can picture the pout that most likely adorns her face.

"Okay, but just a little." He can hear one click of the button and a louder moan.

"Oh, God Henry" she pants a little. He pictures her, thrusting her hips up forcing the toy deeper. Eyes squeezed shut and mouth open in ecstasy. He listens to her go, for about five agonizingly slow minutes. Trying to think about something else, trying to make himself soften at least a little.

"Can I have more? I need more." She finally asks.

"As much as you need." There are three more clicks. He knows her back is arching off the bed. Her freehand is probably on her breast, playing with her nipple. She most likely has the rabbit ears pressed as firmly against her clit as she can. Two minutes now, her breathing is becoming erratic.

"I need to come, Henry. Please let me come." She asks him, wanting his permission. Rough day confirmed.

"You can." She lets out a keening moan. Henry knows her body is stiff. Her hips are grinding against the toy. Her knuckles are white from squeezing the sheets. Riding out her orgasm. He counts the seconds, knowing she has the ability to go for twenty, if he gets her there right. She goes for eighteen, this time.

The buzzing returns, and he knows she's removed the toy. She's really sensitive after she comes like that.

"Henry, that was so good." She sounds relaxed. If they were together he would pull her into his arms, and cuddle her close. Elizabeth is big into cuddling after sex, so is Henry. Even though this isn't nearly anywhere as kinky as they can get, he wants to be there to hold her now.

"I'm glad babe." He hopes to provide her enough aftercare from this plane seat.

"That should've killed an hour of your flight." There's humor in her voice now.

"A good way to do it" He smiles.

"I'll be waiting for you. I want to play when you get home." Her voice is teasing. He returns to full attention, and almost lets out a groan.

"I'll take care of you." She adds. He wishes he could take care of himself, but that would require walking all the way to the bathroom with a full hard on. And he has too much pride to do that.

"I'm gonna hold you to that. You should get a nap in." He tells her, letting his dom voice slip.

"I will. I love you." She tells him.

"I love you too." They end the call. Then he receives one more text.

Elizabeth: 7 Hours ;)