Title: High Altitude
Rating: R, totally
Pairing: Shannon/Boone
Summary: "Like there wasn't anything abnormal about advising a little excursion to have sex in a three square foot bathroom 50,000 feet high with a sibling." Fluffy smut written in honor of Shoone day!
When she grabbed his hand as the plane took off, her thumb brushed against the inside seam of his jeans. He looked at her, confused, and with a quick hair flip, she moved her hand, but the familiar smirk that crossed her face made it clear that the gesture had not been unintentional. Maybe that's why he wasn't very surprised when she kissed his ear, murmuring something about the vicinity of the bathroom and how they should probably go. And she suggested this just as she might suggest that they order Pepsi to drink in a restaurant, like there wasn't anything abnormal about advising a little excursion to have sex in a three square foot bathroom 50,000 feet high with a sibling.
And there was something about the way her breath tickled his skin, and how she had smiled when he had handed her her asthma inhaler, and the blonde hairs he kept finding on his jacket that erased her selfish thieving and her coldness from that morning. And there was something about being at such a high altitude, he told himself, that made him feel a little… reckless. And they weren't in L.A. yet.
And now she was shoving him up against the door, her hands cupping under his boxers, and he was wholeheartedly responding, his hands tickling under the tiny cotton skirt she was just now barely wearing and tugging at her shirt. He kissed her with a rather ridiculous amount of fervor, but she didn't seem to mind. She was kissing back with just as much force, holding her breath just like he was, and when they broke away, her bra strap was straying from her shoulder, said bra half off, and her lipstick was smudged. Boone couldn't remember a time when she had looked sexier, he thought as she removed his shirt as well, as he worked on pulling her skirt and boy shorts down. As he kissed down her stomach, he took a certain amount of pleasure out of listening to her moans, when he reached her thighs and licked her, though they both knew it was going to be his turn next to play the victim. Eventually, she collapsed onto the toilet seat, dispensing of her gold flip-flops as she did so. Pulling him towards her, she groped under his boxers for a few lingering moments and then pushed them down around his ankles. After kneeling in front of him and sucking at it for a few moments, she pulled back, impatient for what was about to happen next. She pressed him up against the bathroom door again, and he entered her fast and hard, just the way she liked it, and she bit his neck when he thrust in and out of her just right. He didn't complain when bloody scrapes appeared on his hips.
She wanted him again, she wanted him deeper and harder, she thought as she bucked her hips against him. But when the monotone buzz of the fasten-seatbelt sign rang, she realized that she always wanted what she couldn't have.
I think I'll go pray to god for forgiveness now. Please review, and happy Shoone day! And you can probably tell that this was an "Oh, I should probably write something for Shoone day" spur of the moment thing. I hope it didn't suck, because I sort of sacrifice my place in heaven for it. Hopefully I won't be seeing any of you down on the 1000th rung of hell.