Jane was finally on the plane to Moscow, non-stop, with service. Usually she went on a privet jet, but this time it had broken down for some reason, so they would ship out her bag, since it had guns in it and all… She needed relaxation and time to think before she could start doing the job she was great at.
John checked his watch again. Sitting on the leather chairs in the airport bar/lounge was making him extremely sleepy. But he needed to be alert. "I wonder if Jane liked the kiss?" John wondered out loud, and the bartender just glanced over at him like he was a psycho. He didn't care what the bartender thought. He just wanted Jane, and he wanted her bad. John was about to go to the bathroom, to do some business, when Eddie came in.
"Johnny! You look like shit, man! What's wrong? Are you feeling a little ill?" Eddie fell into the chair next to John and waved over the bartender.
"I feel fine, just a little tired."
"Long night?" Eddie asked while giving John a wink; then turning to the bartender, Eddie ordered a round of shots.
"Ha. Ha. Ha. I wish." John said and remembered Jane's ass sticking up in the middle of the kitchen floor. He remembered her soft lips on his, and the warmth of her body up against mine. It has been a long time since he had has these feelings for his wife. It felt good to be back in the game—well almost anyways. The bartender came back with their shots.
"So how long has it been now?" Eddie asked while tipping back the shot into his throat. He made a hoarse gasp, and then took the other one from John's hand and swallowed than one too. Eddie looked up at John's face and knew to drop the question. It was painful just thinking about how long it had been…
Jane was in heaven. She was kissing John, and they were making out on their bed like they were teenagers! It was great. His hand was up her shirt, and her fingers were gripped around his belt loops. She wanted him, needed him, dreamed of him. John's tongue was finally in her mouth, and Jane was loving every minute of it. John made a trail of kisses down her body. His lips felt like nothing else in the world.
John was getting sloshed. Eddie had known something was wrong, so he kept on getting John shots. Just what he needed, to be drunk while starting a job. Great. Thank God, John had started pouring them out into the plant right next to his chair. Poor plant. But John was desperate. Eddie wasn't getting the story out of him; this was between him and Jane. It would probably not happen again. Soon John would even forget what had happened. But sometimes, he would tell himself…
"Excuse me, Miss?" A husky voice said.
Jane awoke with a start. She looked around the first class cabin quickly, searching for a person with a gun. When her eyes swept about the empty cabin, she laid her eyes on the man sitting across the way from her. He was definitely Russian and good-looking. Jane could tell he was trouble. But he sure was nice to look during for the long flight.
"Yes?" Jane said pleasantly with a smile.
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You were moaning in your sleep. Are you okay?" The man said in his husky voice. It reminded her of John's voice when he was about to make love to her. She craved to hear that voice again.
"Oh, I guess I was having a nightmare," Jane said, but thought, "Ha! A nightmare!" It was the best damn dream she had had in a while!
The Russian man just smiled at her, and they made small chit chat for the rest of the flight.
John staggered onto the plane with difficulty. Thankfully it was a private airplane, and he didn't think he would be sharing it with any other employees. Usually he had the plane to himself. While John plunked into a comfy seat, that swiveled no less, he spotted a woman in the back of the plane, her legs uncrossed and a sly smile on her face. John straightened up a little. She reminded John of Jane when he first met her. God, Jane was hot.
"Hello," the women said with a smile on her face.
"Hey," John said with a smile of his own. "Mind if I catch some sleep?"
"Why would I mind?" The women asked, and John slipped into a deep sleep, dreaming of only one person: Jane.