That Cloud Looks Like…

Farf and I were supposed to leave the Schwarz prison on a small vacation because the last job we had…let's just say we earned it. Shocking as it was, four-eyes actually let us go. He said that we could go for a week. We came back really early.

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"We could have driven there, you know."

"Hm."

"You just like looking at the clouds, don't you?" An amused smirk forms on my face as I poke his cheek.

He tries to bite my finger but stops his teeth from clamping down too hard when he realizes that I'm not moving my hand away. He holds my finger in his mouth and runs his tongue across the tip. I take my hand back and trail my fingers through his short white hair, bringing our lips closer, almost touching.

"Excuse me." We both turn to the stewardess.

She points at the "buckles yourself or you'll die" light and I sigh dramatically. I do mine first then Farf's because I know he won't do it himself. But as I'm doing it, I brush my hand against the front of his pants. He flinches slightly. I sit back in my seat as the plane takes off. I feel his single yellow eye boring into me but I feign ignorance. I wonder how long we both keep this up. Of course, I get bored rather quickly so I finally glance his way but I look past him to the window.

"Hey! That cloud looks like a duck!"

"Schuldich." He's clearly annoyed but I stick to my ignorance game.

"And that one-" He presses the button to undo his belt and stands. "Aw! Come on, Farfie!" I tug at his arm and he sits. "When we get to the hotel, you can punish me." I toy with the collar at his throat.

I pull him by his collar so our faces become inches apart. I stop when I feel someone tapping at my shoulder. Again, we both glance at the stewardess.

"Peanuts?" She smiles so innocently…I will kill her when we land.

"Nein." I know she can't speak German but the dark looks we're giving her sends her off. "I'm going to kill Crawford. I know he saw this coming. And then I'm going to fuck you and kill you too!"

"You would have made us crash if we drove. You get distracted easily."

"Shut up." He stands again and I let him go this time.

He goes into one of the washrooms. My mood suddenly changes. I'm really determined to get laid before the plane lands. I leave my seat and wander over to the same washroom as my Irishman. I rap my nails against the door. It opens and I only manage to get a foot in before a stewardess approaches me. Whatever she babbles at me is lost in my anger. All I want to do is fuck this hot Irish psychopath before we land. Is that too much to ask?!

"That's it!" I reach out to everyone's mind and knock them out.

"The pilot?" Farf raises an eyebrow at me.

"I spared him. Now shut up and get ready for the fucking of a lifetime."

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So I got what I wanted…but due to the weather, the plane had to turn back. Normally I would have been pissed but when the announcement came on, I was too busy listening to Farf moaning my name. Oh, and, my Irish psycho had fun torturing that stewardess to death.

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