Flight Attendant

Damn it Hardison. He had kept his cool in the most extreme situations before this such as liberating a few small Kongo tribes from oppressive warlords but the current situation at hand was one of the most unnerving he'd ever been in.

Due to a certain tech wiz putting heavy time on something called World of Warcraft, he was on a five hour plus flight back to Los Angeles. Sitting next to Parker, still in the uniform, and not just any uniform mind you, one of the most coveted fetishized uniforms of all time. He had even admitted earlier that he had a soft spot for flight attendants.

It was an extremely simple uniform considering most airlines uniforms involved intricate button up shirts, vests, and blazers with tons of flair. No this was just a grey dress and blue bow. Nothing on the surface to get excited about. But, right now, the given situation he was beyond on edge.

She was beyond exhausted and he understood. Going through the luggage compartment doing whatever she had to have done probably drained her energy. Which he never understood how it just seemed like she had unlimited amounts. Her head dropped onto his shoulder.

The simple gesture caused a bolt of energy to surge down every nerve ending in his body. His toes felt a curling sensation happen. Her chest was softly exhaling and inhaling. For a guy who had been through certain levels of torture from enemy combatants this was something new. He willed his eyes to shut.

He breathed in and out in a rhythmic pattern until he was sure he had fallen asleep. He knew he had fallen asleep because after taking a survey of the scene he was alone. The fellow passengers were gone. It was only him and Parker, who was now up and walking up and down the length of the plane. It was weird she was acting her part assisting the non-existent passengers.

She reached his seat and for the first time since these feelings had begun he heard her speak, "Sir is there something I could help you with?"

The dream version of Parker leaned over to his seat, her ass sticking out and the hem of the skirt was riding up. Her eyes inches from his face. Giving into the dream he pushed forward letting his lips collide with the full lips of the attendant. He sure as hell hoped that she tasted as good as he let himself indulge.

Large calloused hands held Parker's head steady and he began to control the oral exchange. He poked his tongue around her mouth. Her's was tickling his cave with temptation. Each of them deepened the kiss further until Parker was in his lap, straddling him on each side. The skirt rode up to her waist.

He was hard as could be. The tent in his jeans prodded her stomach and she grinned.

"Sir your table needs to be in the upward position for take off," she said letting her hand roam down to the zipper of his jeans. Her hands skilled at many things made the quickest of gestures by unzipping and bringing out his other head. Taking it in her hand she began to rub it up and down. He took his free hand in turn and began to rub her wet spot.

Within seconds there was a sizable pool of fluids from each member involved in the exchange. He was so close to reaching his needs.

"Parker-" he grunted as he took a quick moment to switch from his fingers to his rock hardness entering her trusting hard as he used the last bit of his strength to come hard into her. The response from her was better from his fantasies maybe due to the dream because she clamped down hard.

He could tell that she was satiated and he curled his lips at the rewarding feeling that gave him as he weakly uttered, :"Parker."

"El, everything okay? I'm right here," he felt a force poke him. He opened his eyes and looked down. The blonde was still resting her chin on his shoulder. She was looking up at him now with concern.

"What do you mean? Yeah everything is okay just tired that's all," he had no idea what she was getting at. Until he remembered the dream. Oh fuck, had he actually said her name outloud?

"You kept on saying my name like you were in pain."

"Nope, nope, just fine Parker. Just a bad dream where we get caught because of your 20 pound crazy self," he lied to her. Oh dear God if she only knew just how far from being in pain he'd actually been in the dream he'd be screwed.

This was no good. No good at all. For the time being he'd bide his time until he could find a better opportunity to have whatever sort of talk he'd need to have with her.

Sorry this took so long and is not as good. Have had trouble being inspired and in life the last few weeks. Patience is appreciated. The next chapter is going to be kleptomaniac.