The great thing about private jets is that you don't have to deal with other people. With the exception of Louis but he's barely spoken to Blair since the wedding. He only speaks to her in public to keep up pretences. Louis sat on the other side of the plane, reading a newspaper. Articles on their trip to London were all over the news. The British royal family had invited them to a garden party at the Palace. Blair should have been excited about meeting Prince William and Kate and seeing London. But she wasn't. Her sham marriage to Louis loomed over her like a black cloud.

Blair peered out of the small round window beside her. The sky was darkening rapidly. She pulled on an eye mask and sat back in her chair. She felt herself drifting off to sleep.

Blair was awoken by bad turbulence. It felt like she was being thrown all over the plane. She looked over to Louis' seat. He wasn't there. Blair began to panic. She felt like she was going to throw up. She ran to the bathroom and locked the door behind her and splashed cold water on her face. As she looked in the mirror, she gave herself a pep talk.

"Come on Blair. It's just turbulence."

Then there was a tap on the door. She figured Louis was looking for her. But when she opened the door, to her pleasant surprise, it was Dan.

"How? What are you doing here?" Blair dragged him in before anyone seen him.

"It doesn't matter how. I knew you needed me so I made sure it happened." Dan's body was pressed up against hers in the cramped bathroom.

"You are something else. I am fearing for my life on an aeroplane and you turn up to rescue me." Blair looked up into Dan's eyes. He looked at her in a way that nobody else did. It's like he sees the real Blair, a side to her that no one but Dan would understand.

"Well I'd happily spend my life rescuing you."

Dan wrapped his arms around Blair and kissed her. She melted into his arms, enjoying his soft kisses. The lack of space around them forced their bodies together. Blair began to slide her tongue into Dan's mouth playfully. Dan ran his fingers through her hair, sending shivers down her spine. Moving his kisses from her lips to her neck, Blair threw her head back with pleasure. She could feel Dan's warm tongue trailing along her neck and across her collarbone. He gently pushed the straps of her dress from her smooth shoulders and her dress fell to the floor. Removing her pink strapless bra with ease, Dan moved his mouth to her breasts. Slowly he knelt down, kissing her stomach. He looked up at her with lust as he removed her pink lacy underwear. He explored the inside of her thighs with his mouth, teasing her. Her body trembled as he got closer with each kiss. She urged him to do it, to relieve her from this torture. He knew it was driving her insane with anticipation. She couldn't take it anymore; she grabbed his hair with frustration. Dan got the message and began to stroke her clitoris with his tongue. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through her entire body. As climax grew closer, Blair's breathing became heavier and her moans louder. She still had hold of Dan's hair, her fists clenching tighter. Her knuckles were turning white as Dan licked faster and harder. She was coming, just a few seconds more...

"Blair." She felt someone shaking her. She took off her eye mask and found Louis stood over her. "You were making loud noises in your sleep. Where you having a bad dream?"

Blair looked around in a daze. No turbulence and no Dan.

"Er no, I can't remember."

Louis returned to his seat. Blair glanced over to the bathroom, feeling disappointed and dissatisfied. If only Louis had left her to dream for a just a little bit longer.