He's not lying. He lies behind me and wraps his arms around my stomach, pulling me against him as we watch the in flight movie. His fingers trace circles through the holes in my shirt, and I fight to control my breathing. He knows exactly what he's doing to me as his hand finally wanders beneath the shirt, his fingers leaving my skin tingling wherever they touch. The air hostess walks past and smiles. "Feeling better?" she asks. I nod. "A bit" I admit. "It's just not so comfortable in jeans. I should have packed yoga pants in my hand luggage." "Give me a minute" she says, walking off quickly. She's back seconds later, handing me a package. "Airline pyjamas" she explains. "They'll probably be a bit big, but they're better than tight jeans. At least then you can relax." "Thank you so much" I say, taking them from her. She shakes her head and walks off. "Need a hand?" Jon asks. I smile and look at him. "I think I might" I whisper, rolling over and cuddling into him. He wraps his arms around me and rubs my back. "You can't watch the film like that" he says smiling. "Like I could concentrate on it anyway Jon" I laugh. He kisses me and turns me around again, unbuttoning my jeans quickly and starting to pull them down. "Uh Jon" I whisper. Too late. "Holy shit" he groans. "Doll where is your underwear?" I shrug. "I went without" I say. "Is that a problem?" He grabs my hand and places it on the front of his jeans. "What do you think?" he growls. I kick my jeans off, not being able to help rubbing myself against him as I move, there's just no room. I pull the pyjama trousers on and start to pull them up. I look at Jon and he shakes his head slightly, biting his lip. "What?" I whisper. He pulls me down to him and holds me tightly. "Do you trust me?" he whispers. I nod and he groans. "We have to be quiet" he whispers, fiddling with his buttons on his jeans. A few seconds later he slides into me slowly, stifling his moan by kissing my neck. He moves slowly and gently, he has me coming undone in minutes. "Quietly" he warns. I nod and manage to stop myself screaming out as the orgasm ripples through me. "Damn" he moans, moving a few more times before pulling me back onto him hard. He kisses my neck again as we come together, both trying to control our breathing. He's just managed to do his jeans back up and pull the pyjama trousers up properly on me when the air hostess comes back.
"Awwww she's asleep" she whispers. "It's the arms" he explains. "She's got this weird thing for my arms." The air hostess smiles. "She's got a thing for the whole package" she says. "She loves you very much, you can tell by the way she looks at you." Jon smiles. "I love her too" he says. "Wouldn't have married her otherwise." She smiles. "Whatever you're doing" she says. "Keep doing it. She's obviously happy." "They've just had sex!" the guy behind us yells. "Of course she's happy!" "Excuse me?" Jon asks. "Wanna run that by me again wise guy?" "Her jeans are on the seat" the guy points out. The air hostess smiles. "Mrs Good's jeans are on the seat, yes sir" she admits. "Because I gave her a pair of airline pyjamas so she could get comfortable and sleep, as she doesn't fly well." "Yeah" the guy sneers. "Cos I'm sure they're fully clothed under that blanket!" Jon reaches around and pulls the blanket off himself, and just enough off me to prove we are, in fact, dressed under the blanket. Jon even still has his shoes on. "Sir" the air hostess warns. "I'd thank you to keep your accusations to yourself in future." She nods at Jon and walks away.
I wake a few hours later. Jon is still holding me tightly, watching the movie. "Hey sleepy" he whispers, kissing me. "Hey yourself" I whisper, rolling over to face him. "I, uh, had an idea while you were sleeping" he says. "Wanna play a game with the fans?" "How?" I ask warily. "Twitter" he says. "Tweet a picture out." I smile. "Ok Mr I don't have twitter" I say grabbing my phone. "But the backlash for this one is all on you." He smiles and kisses me as I take a picture of us. "I like that one" he admits. "Send it to me later?" I nod and type quickly before posting it. "Quick plane selfie" he reads. "#MileHigh". He chuckles. "That guy behind us told the air hostess we were having sex earlier" he says loudly, winking at me. "He what?" I ask, sitting up and looking at the guy. He goes red and sinks down in his seat, burying his head further in his book. I lie back down and Jon chuckles. "That'll teach the grass" he whispers. I smile and cuddle back into him. The air hostess walks past and smiles. "Told you" she says to Jon. He nods as she walks away.
"Told you what?" I ask, rolling over and looking at him. He shakes his head. "Never mind" he says, kissing my head. I sigh and cuddle into him. Before long I'm asleep again. I don't know what it is about him but he makes me feel so safe. He wakes me up when he moves. I look at him quickly. "What is it?" I ask, sitting up. He shakes his head before kissing me. "I didn't want to wake you" he says. "But I really need to take a leak right now." I smile. "Hurry back" I whisper. "I miss you already." "In my head I'm already back" he whispers, kissing me before hurrying off down the plane.