She had him tucked under a warm and fuzzy blanket on a small single person cot in the back the plane. She was doting on him, but he didn't care. This part was totally her fault and not his. At least he was going to use that to his advantage until he couldn't any longer. She was currently making him some tea and he was trying hard not to itch. He was using all his willpower to make his skin not feel like something he needed to rake his nails across over and over again just to relieve something that would only come back ten seconds later. It had certainly gotten better but the intense and needy feeling was by no means gone. And he was still having a good deal of chest pain. Magnus had kept him dosed up on over the counter pain meds, which he was very grateful that it wasn't narcotics. He did not like unnecessary drugs.

He was scratching just behind his ear when she came in with a tea tray and he immediately shoved his hand under the blanket feigning that he wasn't scratching so she wouldn't lecture him again. She poured him some tea and waited for him to sit up resting against the curved wall of the tube they were flying in before handing him the cup. "Thanks," his voice was raspy but soothed by the hot flavored water. They each finished their tea in silence and she caught him scratching again. He blushed slightly and shrugged. "I'm sorry, Helen." She quirked an eyebrow up and he reached for her hand, threading their fingers together. "For ruining our date."

"Oh." She looked at their joined hands and then up to his face. "Well I did have a motive behind it, but that can be saved for another day." Will's other hand came up to rub at his neck and she caught it quickly with her other hand. "You really need to stop doing that."

Will opened his mouth to protest but she covered his lips with hers. He drew in a deep breath through his nose and cupped her cheek when her fingers slid away from his wrist. She was leaning over him, her body blocking him against the tiny cot, but he could care less when her tongue flicked over his and he could taste the earl grey. She pressed against him more and Will relaxed against the wall letting the woman have her way with him. She didn't move her hands against him, but grinned when he palmed her breast. She had missed this over the past week, the level of intimacy they could achieve in an instant.

She felt him wiggling underneath her and smiled because she knew it was related to his itching. She gently pulled at the buttons on his sleep shirt. It had been the softest thing he owned and had with him so that's why he was wearing it. She pulled it away from his body and he leaned forward thankful that she was letting him take it off. What he didn't expect was for her to pull the covers back and begin to tug at his sleep pants and boxer shorts, which she most definitely was doing with a very determined gleam in her eye. "Helen…what are you doing?"

Lips collided with his as soon as he was bared to her. She slid her hands from his cheeks down his arms until she reached his hands and brought them up to her chest. "Undress me, William." He ignored her and cupped her face, sliding his tongue between her lips and slowly sliding their tongues together in a soft and quiet dance. She obliged him and reached behind his head pulling away a pillow that he was leaning on so he would fall further against the cot. Will caught on and slid down pulling her with him. She tried to pull back and giggled when Will refused to let her move and placed cheeky and loud kisses all over her face. "Will," when she spoke it was on a giggle, "undress me already."

"Yes, m'lady." He flicked open the top buttons to her suit jacket and she shrugged out of it quickly. She was wearing a thin white camisole with tiny straps underneath and Will was definitely impressed. He thread fingers under each of the straps and brought her lips back to his. She was impatient with his slow pace and slid open her own belt. She half stood and half leaned over him, keeping their lips attached while she slid her pants down her body. Will obligingly slid her shirt over her head and ruffled his hands through her soft locks before divesting her of her last article of clothing.

Helen straddled Will's form and pressed her two hands into the pillow next to his head. She would not touch him as long as she could avoid it and only aggravate his itching further. Will dragged his nails up her flesh from her hips to her breasts and flicked his thumbs over her nipples. She moaned and fell into him a little more her lips brushing his neck. She bit the skin there when his finger slid over her clit. "Magnus," he drew in a deep breath, but she didn't respond until he called her a second time.

It was the strain in his voice that caught her attention, "What is it?"

"Hard to breathe." She sat up instantly and took all her body weight off his chest. "Better, thank you."

"Sorry, love, so sorry." She was gazing down at him and he reached up to cup her blushing cheeks. "We don't have to…"

"Helen," his face became quite serious. "If I didn't want to, I would have told you. You are a very nice and very well received and very much wanted distraction. So please, distract away."

She took a moment and pulled her lip between her teeth, studying him carefully. His body was still covered in hives and was red and itchy, his chest was still hurting and he was having continued issues with breathing. But she had started this, and she would see it through if that's what he wanted. "Then touch me, William."

"Yes, m'lady." He reached up and twisted her nipples hard and laughed when an unexpected sound emerged from her throat. She had not been expecting that. Helen glided her hand between them and pumped his half erect penis up and down, sliding her thumb over his head until she felt the pre-cum spread. She rose up over him and settled down, letting him move into her. Will's hands landed on her hips and he began to move her up and down slowly setting the pace. She let him and groaned loudly when his hand made its way to her center.

It was then that she started to speed up of her own volition. She was unable to control her movements and she just needed to reach the end. It was as if pulses of heat were gliding through her body from every limb and every nerve to her core. The pulses came faster and faster until one ran right into the other. She clenched suddenly around him just as he thrust awkwardly and spilled into her. Helen fell forward and caught herself before she landed on his chest, her elbows digging into the tiny cot and holding her up. Will turned his face to hers and kissed her lips softly. "Thank you, I think I'll sleep now." She grinned and slid up to lie against him, making sure one of his hands was under her body so she only had to contend with the other.

"There was a reason for the dinner you know."

"So you said." He buried his nose in her hair and drew in a deep breath. He loved how she smelled. "Are you going to share what that was or leave me to wonder about your motives?"

Helen leaned over and grabbed her slacks, pulling out a tiny velvet box. She held it out to him and waited until he took it. Will used his thumb to flip it open and look at the old fashioned key that was snugly laid inside. "It's a key."

"I can see that. A key to what?"

"My room."

He turned to look at her then, "Really?" She nodded and he kissed her again. "But your door is always unlocked."

"It's symbolic, Will. I can't exactly give you a key to my house now can I?"

He looked back at the box before closing the lid and setting it down on the floor to the plane. "No, I suppose you can't." Will wrapped his hand around her warm body and tucked her head under his chin. He kissed her forehead softly and whispered, "Thank you," before allowing his body to drift into slumber.