Here's Chapter 4 Enjoy!

Sean's POV

We had been sitting on the plane for three hours when Ellie finally stood up.

"I need to use the bathroom." she grumbled as she squeezed past, brushing against my legs. I gulped as I watched her head towards the bathroom. Uncle Trevor was asleep, his 'Journey To The Centre Of The Earth' book sitting in his lap. Feeling an unsettling stirring sensation in my stomach, I got up, hopped over uncle Trevor and headed for the bathroom. I waited until Ellie came back out. She jumped when she saw me standing there, blocking her way.

"Sean, what are you doing?" she asked when I refused to move. I looked right, then left, before I pushed her back inside and followed, fumbling to close and lock the door. We were so close, pressed against each other. There was barely enough room for one.

The sensation in my stomach returned, turning into carnal need. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I kissed her fiercely. She barely resisted, kissing me back with force while running her fingers through my hair. She did always like to be in control. I pressed into her urgently, grinding my hips against her own. She groaned with content, spurring me on. The tiny counter was barely big enough for the sink, but somehow I managed to roughly hoist her onto it. Ellie gasped when she felt my hands on her thighs, running over the skin that wasn't covered by her jean shorts. Embarrassed, she tried to push my hands down, but I pushed her knees apart and stepped between her legs.

"I want you," I murmured against her lips.

I'm sure she felt my hand in her hair, surely tangling it, but she didn't care. She slid forward and wrapped her legs around me. It only made it worse. My fingers were fumbling with the buttons on her shirt. She helped me half way down, and my hands were there, touching her and teasing her.

There was pounding on the door, "I have to use the john!"

"I'm busy!" I yelled back, trying not to let Ellie's kisses against my throat show.

"Come on, pal," the guy retorted, "Other people have to take a piss."

"Try another stall. I'm going to be a while!" I replied.

The guy said something else, but I was already back, gently nibbling on Ellie's lip. She tasted so good. She tasted sweet, like cherry lip gloss and diet coke. She tasted pure.

Her hands found the top of my jeans. A finger squeezed beneath the waistband, running along the edge, just testing me. She was rocking against me now, earning a groan from me. I pulled back, kissed her right cheek, then her left. Her forehead. Her nose.

For a moment I just stared into her eyes, stared into the girl who had been driving me crazy for ten years. I was searching for something. Something greater than the both of us. I felt her head nod slightly as I held her face between my hands. It was a slow nod that became more vigorous. She gently kissed me, the intimacy behind it making me pause to settle my heart.

"Yes, Sean," she whispered, pressing a kiss to my ear, "Do it."

I started awake in my seat, jumping forwards so vigorously I hit my head against the seat in front of me.

"Ow…" I mumbled, rubbing it. Trevor gave me a confused look.

"You alright kiddo? You don't look so good." he asked. I realised that I was sweating and panting. I nodded, rubbing at my eyes and face.

"Yeah, just…a freaky dream." I sighed.

"You're a little old for the bogey man aren't you?" he asked with a chuckle. I glared at him before switching my gaze to the window. It was then that I noticed that Ellie wasn't in her seat.

"Where's Ellie?" I asked, shifting in my seat.

"She went to the bathroom." he mumbled, looking back at the notes he had scattered over his seat and pinned to the seat in front of him. I gulped, images of my dream flooding my mind. "Are you sure you're alright Sean? you look a little flustered." Trevor pushed.

"I'm fine I just need a distraction!" I said harshly, picking up my PSP.

"Hey, can you guys move back a bit?" came Ellie's voice. My blush exploded across my face as me and uncle Trevor looked up at her at the same time. He nodded shuffling backwards, but I was frozen. Ellie gave me a funny look. "Uhh Sean?" I jumped again, shuffling back and tried not to look up at her when she squeezed past, her front pressed up against me. She flopped back down into her seat, blowing up a few strands of dark blonde hair that had fallen in front of her face. I couldn't take my eyes off her, wondering what it would be like to run my fingers through her hair. "Sean, you alright?" I was broken from my third trance by her voice. I nodded.

"Yeah, just thinking about something." I said before looking back down at my PSP. I felt uncle Trevor tap my arm and looked over at him. He had the biggest smirk ever on his face.

"Someone likes Ellie." he giggled quietly. I thought we settled this last night.

"I told you last night. I don't like her." I whispered quietly.

"Then why does it seem like you don't want her to hear you say that?" he asked smugly. I narrowed my eyes at him, ready to punch him right in his face.

"What are you working on Trevor?" Ellie asked, speaking over my shoulder. Trevor smiled at her.

"I am deciphering these notations left by Sean's dad in this book. I think there's a code behind the pairing of letters It might have something to do with the periodic table. For instance. I've got S-A, I-S, G-G. I believe that P-B is on the periodic table and that's plumbum. Plumbum means lead." Trevor explained, pointing to the letters in the book. I noticed that the letters spelled something.

"What's 'Sigurbjorn Asgeirsson'?" I asked confused.

"What?" Trevor asked looking over at me.

"Well, it's right here. Read it down. Sigurbjorn Asgeirsson." I told him, dragging my finger down the name on the book.

"Oh. Uh... Sigurbjorn Asgeirsson, that's... That's a clue. Maybe that's a place. It could be a thing." Trevor ranted. I looked at Ellie and we rolled our eyes. I picked up my PSP and typed it up on Google.

"What are you doing?" Trevor asked looking over at me.

"I am Googling at 30,000 feet." I told him bluntly.

"Cool." Ellie said.

"Are you supposed to be doing that?" Trevor asked looking at the PSP.

"Welcome to the 21st century." Ellie said with a smirk. I shot a grin at her.

"Okay. Here." I said. Ellie took the book from Trevor and looked through the pages.

"It's a person." Trevor said. Ellie closed the book and leaned over my shoulder, trying to get a better look. I gulped at her hands, which had wrapped around my upper torso.

""Sigurbjorn Asgeirsson, executive director... of Asgeirsson Institute for Progressive Vocanology.' Max would've known this guy. I knew it was a good idea to bring you two. His institute has gotta be our first stop." Trevor said going off into his thinking place. I sighed and smiled slightly, going back to my PSP. After a few minutes of watching me play, Ellie gestured to it.

"Can I play with it?" she asked. I shrugged and handed it over. This is going to be a long plane ride.

"Are we nearly there yet?" I asked for the fifth time. We were currently in a stupid rental car halfway across Iceland. I was in the front, Trevor was driving and Ellie was in the back behind me. We were all tired, bored and I don't know about the others but I was starving.

"If you mean annoying, then yeah, we're there." Trevor said. I sighed leaning my head back against the head rest and looking out the window.

"You know, you're going kinda slow." I said looking over at Trevor.

"I'm going kind of safe." Trevor said.

"Nope you're going really slow. I just saw a goat in the passing lane." Ellie said. I laughed and Trevor looked back at me with hurt in his eyes.

"When's the whole adventure thing goanna begin?" I asked.

"Let me give you two something fun to do. Navigate," Trevor said giving me a map, "Where are we?"

"Have we passed Havanschlicht?" I asked, unfolding the rest of the map.

"Havanschlicht?" Trevor asked.

"Yeah," Ellie confirmed, looking at the map over my shoulder.

"I don't know." Trevor said.

"Have we passed Eingarsstadir?" I asked looking at the map.

"I don't know." Trevor said.

"Reynivir?" Ellie asked.

"I don't know." He growled.

"Husavik?" I asked.

"No." Trevor said.

"Grundarhol?" Ellie asked.

"No."

"Stifflarschtarder?" I asked.

"Stifflarschtarder?" Trevor asked in disbelief.

"How about Koldukardarskinoquue?" I asked.

"What?" Trevor asked. Ellie laughed.

"We're definitely lost." I stated.

"We're not lost." Trevor said.

"Yeah we really are." Ellie said.

"Just look for an institution." Trevor said sighing.

"What's an institution look like?" I asked.

"I don't know, it looks big and institutional. It's gotta be around here somewhere." Trevor said, sounding irritated.

"Hey, look, there's a little shack up there." Ellie said, pointing out in front of us.

"We can stop there and ask for directions." I said opening the car door.

"We're not lost." Trevor said firmly.

"Oh, no, definitely not." Ellie said, sarcasm dripping off every word as I opened her door for her.

"Thanks?" she said with a confused frown on her face.

"No problem." I mumbled back, my thoughts still a little preoccupied. The air was freezing and I was already shivering. Ellie looked like she was enjoying the cold almost as much as I was.

"What is this? A ski shack?" Trevor asked.

I held my flashlight up to the sign.

"'Asgeirsson... Institute for Progressive Vocanology?' Aha. See I told you two I'd find it." Trevor gloated.

"You didn't find it, you happened to drive the right way. It's called luck." Ellie said.

"Alrighty. Not to shabby." Trevor said completely ignoring her. If only I could do the same.

"All right." she said. When we got to the door Trevor knocked and a woman's muffled voice sounded through the door. I would be happy that we have someone to talk about this with if she wasn't speaking in Icelandic.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't speak Icelandic." Trevor apologized, grinning down at us humorously. I just raised my eyebrows at him as we waited for the door to open.

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