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I'm dead tired. And, GOD, i hate plane journeys. You'd think by now i'd be used to it, but, nope, i still get jetlag from hell and i can never sleep on the damn things either. I dont even know if Vaughn is on the plane with me, although part of me wishes he were. Even if SD-6 is having me followed, having a chat with a nice guy on a plane cannot be against their master plan, surely.
I'm restless, jumpy, and the in-flight movie is, well, less than brilliant. Guessing the fact that i've been on the plane for about 8 hours, i think we'd be a good 3/4 of the way there. It's been a while since i've been to England, and one flight kinda bleeds into the other.
I get up, determined to stretch my legs before once again attempting to sleep. I figure this mission might take it out of me, so best to at least try to sleep. Chances are i'll be sleeping in a room with Vaughn this time tomorrow night, and, well, hard to sleep when there's a gorgeous guy maybe less than a foot away. Ok, i'll admit, i've considered this from all angles. Alright, honestly, i've considered *him* from all angles as well. Debriefs are boring, you need something to focus on.
Walking up to the front of the plane, i stand in the queue for the bathroom. i get this bizarre feeling i'm being watched, and i turn to see Vaughn himself lined up behind me. He smiles slightly, and, despite myself, my heart does a little flip-flop. i doubt the guy has any clue how good looking he actually is, and i'd probably never have the heart to tell him.
He stands behind me, whispering in my ear 'Hey. Long night?'
'Yeah. I told you i never sleep on planes right?'
I can hear him smirk 'You may have mentioned it in passing. Several times'
I groan. Great, i moan at him all the time, dont i? Just f**king *perfect*. 'So, uh, there's something that's been playing on my mind'
'Hmm?'
'The hotel we're staying in. I'm assuming that we'll be, uh, sharing a room?'
'Well, yeah. As a married couple, one assummes that we'd... sleep together.' I crimson at the thought and he rushes to correct himself. 'I mean, in the same room. Not in the same bed. I mean, unless you... I should go sit down. Now...'
I grab his arm, and lean over to whisper in his ear 'It's ok. and besides, the thought *had* occured to me more than once'
I wink, and let him take that in. He's enjoying this, i can tell. And, to be fair, so am i. This is the only time that we can ever really look at each other and talk in a place filled with people, and i fully intend to take advantage of that. And, heck, if i embarrass him.. all the better!
The queue has shortened enough so that i finally enter the tiny cubicle. A million dirty litle thoughts are spewing through my brain, but i can't... Right? I mean, it would just be... Plus, it smells in here, indicating germs and as much as i'd like to, i hate getting dirty. And, silly me, it would complicate things a little too much.
Which i dont want? right?
I'm dead tired. And, GOD, i hate plane journeys. You'd think by now i'd be used to it, but, nope, i still get jetlag from hell and i can never sleep on the damn things either. I dont even know if Vaughn is on the plane with me, although part of me wishes he were. Even if SD-6 is having me followed, having a chat with a nice guy on a plane cannot be against their master plan, surely.
I'm restless, jumpy, and the in-flight movie is, well, less than brilliant. Guessing the fact that i've been on the plane for about 8 hours, i think we'd be a good 3/4 of the way there. It's been a while since i've been to England, and one flight kinda bleeds into the other.
I get up, determined to stretch my legs before once again attempting to sleep. I figure this mission might take it out of me, so best to at least try to sleep. Chances are i'll be sleeping in a room with Vaughn this time tomorrow night, and, well, hard to sleep when there's a gorgeous guy maybe less than a foot away. Ok, i'll admit, i've considered this from all angles. Alright, honestly, i've considered *him* from all angles as well. Debriefs are boring, you need something to focus on.
Walking up to the front of the plane, i stand in the queue for the bathroom. i get this bizarre feeling i'm being watched, and i turn to see Vaughn himself lined up behind me. He smiles slightly, and, despite myself, my heart does a little flip-flop. i doubt the guy has any clue how good looking he actually is, and i'd probably never have the heart to tell him.
He stands behind me, whispering in my ear 'Hey. Long night?'
'Yeah. I told you i never sleep on planes right?'
I can hear him smirk 'You may have mentioned it in passing. Several times'
I groan. Great, i moan at him all the time, dont i? Just f**king *perfect*. 'So, uh, there's something that's been playing on my mind'
'Hmm?'
'The hotel we're staying in. I'm assuming that we'll be, uh, sharing a room?'
'Well, yeah. As a married couple, one assummes that we'd... sleep together.' I crimson at the thought and he rushes to correct himself. 'I mean, in the same room. Not in the same bed. I mean, unless you... I should go sit down. Now...'
I grab his arm, and lean over to whisper in his ear 'It's ok. and besides, the thought *had* occured to me more than once'
I wink, and let him take that in. He's enjoying this, i can tell. And, to be fair, so am i. This is the only time that we can ever really look at each other and talk in a place filled with people, and i fully intend to take advantage of that. And, heck, if i embarrass him.. all the better!
The queue has shortened enough so that i finally enter the tiny cubicle. A million dirty litle thoughts are spewing through my brain, but i can't... Right? I mean, it would just be... Plus, it smells in here, indicating germs and as much as i'd like to, i hate getting dirty. And, silly me, it would complicate things a little too much.
Which i dont want? right?
