Chapter 5

Eames had fallen back asleep-this time with his seat leaned all the way back, something Caden had never experienced on a plane-after a half an hour of cuddling and necking, and Caden was on her laptop, writing a rough-draft letter to her sister. She had to explain everything that had happened in the last 3 months, maybe not the last 7 hours, though. She would explain that they had to leave the country because of Cobul, but not where they were going. She didn't know how much she could trust e-mail, or how much she could trust her sister to not tattle to Cobul and send them down there to kill Eames and take her back, wringing her for all the information they would assume she had.

A quiet, startled snore came from Eames and one of his hands came over to grab onto Caden's shirt. A nightmare? Couldn't be. He couldn't dream without her inside his head. She had gone in a few times after they had met, just to see what else he dreamed about, especially now that they could have sex in person, now that he didn't need to dwell on those dream-nights of the two of them alone. But he always knew. Always knew that she was in his head, messing around with her equipment and training. And he would always seek her out. They had done things in the dreams that the felt like they couldn't do in real life.

They'd gone to places that Eames had dreamed up-lakes, clubs, beaches, towns. He would take her out on dates, they would make love. They'd done everything that could ever be done between the two of them. Having an imagination was a great thing with all the technology the two of them shared.

Maybe he could dream. Maybe he just never remembered them when he woke up. Whatever his mind was doing in his sleep was troubling him. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was rolling around frantically, groaning occasionally. His arms were flailing about, grabbing at Caden and the empty seat next to him. She couldn't let him stay like that, could she? She had to wake him up. He would be exhausted if she let this bad dream go on.

But his eyes snapped open and he sat up abruptly, a loud gasp coming from his lips.

"Bad dream?" she asked him, taking his hand gently. He swiped his non-occupied hand over his forhead, covered in sweat, and looked around.

"Apparently."

"Don't remember it?"

"I remember falling off something." He said, his voice quiet and slightly strained. "It woke me up." He continued, pulling Caden's hand up to his mouth. She grinned, loving the feel of his giant, soft, lips. He pushed the armrest back up and pulled Caden onto his lap, holding her against him. It was odd how their relationship worked. It was like whenever they were conscious, they needed to be touching each other. And when they were asleep they'd always wedge themselves onto the furthest sides of the bed from each other. Caden was used to sleeping alone, and the adjustment to having a man-a huge, sexy man like Eames, no less-in her bed all the time was not one she could easily make in a few days... Or months, apparently.

"You changed clothes." He observed, tugging on the hem of her dress.

"If I did the math right, it should be 10 in the morning when we get there." She answered. "I didn't want to arrive wearing my pajamas still... Plus I figured it would be sort of warm there." He grinned, hand slipping up the hem of her dress.

"You know what else this means?" She grinned at him questioningly as he tugged on the hem of her undies, looking around before slipping them over her legs. Her grin grew wider and he smiled back.

"What else does it mean?" she asked.

"Well, before I explain, I have a question for you." She tried to fix her face into a more serious one, and he just kept smiling at her slyly. She gave him a look that explained that she was ready for his question. "Do you happen to be a member of the Mile High Club?" He asked, stuffing her underwear into her purse and closing her laptop.

"Eames, the stewardess is right outside the bathroom."

"We don't really need to go into the bathroom." he answered, looking over his shoulder at the stewardess, who was passed out, even if she was right next to the bathroom. "That's only necessary for really crowded planes."

"I'm guessing you're already a member, then?" Caden asked, grinning at him as he turned her to him, pushing up the armrest on the other side of him as well. He seemed to have everything fairly well planned out. He ignored her question, responding only with a sly little smile. She was straddling his lap now, and his mouth had found its way to her neck and collar bone, biting and kissing. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Well, do you want to join?" He mumbled back at her, his hands going back beneath her skirt to rub over her ass and thighs.

"Oh, I guess I wouldn't mind..." Caden said, nonchalantly.

"Good." Eames answered, unzipping his pants and pushing them down, just far enough. He pressed himself up against her, hard already, and she just smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck. He pushed himself up into her, hands setting on her hips. She moaned softly and he just grinned back at her, knowing he wouldn't have to do anymore work.

She took over gladly, pushing him the rest of the way into her, arching her back and grabbing at the back of his neck in enjoyment. He ran hands over her sides and back, groaning quietly at her, her hips rocking, eyes closed, just enjoying herself. There was nothing really different about having sex on a plane other than the fact that she was fairly certain the guy in the back with the hat on wasn't really asleep anymore. She was almost positive everyone knew what they were doing, but just because it was Eames, she didn't really care.

His hands were wandering over her, grabbing onto her hips occasionally and pulling down hard, arching up to push deeper into her. They were both trying to stay quiet. The last thing they needed was to have an unscheduled stop-and be kicked off the plane.

"Eames," Caden whispered, tugging on his neck. He grinned at her some more, the look apparently stuck on his face, and came close to her, let her hands lead his head to her chest. He pushed the dress's thin fabric away to gently bite at one of her nipples. The tightening between her legs made him groan, and he grabbed the other breast, squeezing as he sucked and licked at her nipple. She moaned down at him, squeezing his head to her chest as she moved on his cock, just enjoying herself. She could tell her was enjoying it as well, his legs were squirming under her trying to find a better place to be so he could push up into her.

Eames grunted up at her in response, switching to her other nipple, trading the groping hand with his mouth. She could see the man with the hat in the back staring at them, his mouth slightly open, his hand on the crotch of his pants. She gave him a disgusted look, and Eames apparently found a good angle to push up into her again. Caden moaned down at him again and let his expertise on the matter take over, just arching back and going along for the ride.

Finally, she could feel the release building in her lower abdomen, her chest tightening up. Eames could apparently sense it as well, his fingers clawing at her back as he pushed up into her, her arms bracing her on the seat in front of them. As she came, her knees squeezing his hips, he continued to thrust into her wanting to meet her there, his hands were flat on her back, just his fingertips digging into her skin, groaning as her sex tightened around him. She tried to hold in a loud moan, pushing a hand over her mouth, but failed. Just her noise of pleasure sent Eames over, moaning loudly as he filled her up.

"God," he whispered, holding her against him, pushing his face against her breast plate. She laughed softly, wrapping her arms around his head and setting her forehead on the top of his head. "You're perfect."

"I love you, too." She answered, kissing the top of his head before she pulled his head up to look over him. He grinned tiredly and she kissed his beautiful mouth.