I couldn't have been gazing out of the window for any less than ten minutes. It's an amazing view if I'm honest. Beyond the moving planes and runways lays the ocean, still managing to look so damn enticing in the low light. I was about to divert my eyes to the higher visible ground of Costa Blanca when a reflection in the window captured my eye.

"I don't care if you're going to the bloody Antarctic," I heard a voice say. The image of her in the glass may have been distorted in the awkward light but I couldn't miss the long flowing brown tresses and glint of bright blue eyes. "I can't not have you in my life and I know it sounds really, really stupid because it's only been two wee-" She blurted but I'd had enough. I span around, swiftly cutting her off as my hands clasped the sides of her face and brought her lips to mine. God, the way her mouth moved was amazing. I felt her hands clasp onto my shoulders and pull me closer before her arms were thrown around my neck and I was completely caught in the embrace.

So here I was, in the middle of the airport, kissing Sophie in front of everyone and know what? I didn't care. When she finally pulled away, I just watched her , worried if I blink she'd disappear. Yesterday had been far too hard because I knew that, or at least thought, I'd lost Sophie but now she was here. Well, ya know, I'd have been catching the same flight as her anyway but she'd probably have gone out her way to avoid me and everything so it would have been so hard. Oh hell, no I'm blabbering.

"I'm sorry about springing it on you," I whispered as I leant down and gave her a peck on her cheek. She smiled shyly and looked around. I followed her gaze to see Rosie watching me across the waiting lounge, expression on her face changing from complete dislike to acceptance then a if you fuck her up, you'll have me to answer to look. My fingers found hers and slipped through them. "What will your mum say?" I asked quietly as I moved a little closer to her and lay a hand on her hip. She didn't turn to me for a few seconds but then seemed to catch up to the fact I'd asked a question and turned to face me. She frowned for a few seconds then shrugged her shoulders.

"She knows I'm not straight, Sian," She giggled, her cheeky smile reappearing on her face as she realised that I'd been completely unaware. I merely grinned and pulled her closer, layering her head with kiss again. "We're still going to spend the rest of the holidays seeing each other though, right?" She asked gently when I finally gave her some space to breath. I nodded. Clearly. I would happily spend every moment with her. "Just-" She sighed deeply, a change a facial expression taking over her stunning features. I swallowed, anxious of her next words. "Don't promise me anything," She said finally. The smile that etched itself onto my lips was sad but truthful because I didn't want to make this girl a promise I couldn't keep.

"What the hell is that?" Sophie hissed as she skewered her plastic fork into the mystery meat and brought it up to eye level. I frowned and leant across the armrest to get a closer look then leant down and looked at the label on top of her dish.

"Pork," I replied simply as my gaze ran over the squiggly writing that donned the wrapper of the airplane meal. We'd been in the air now for about two hours and we'd only have another three until we arrived home. It would be early as hell but it was fine, didn't bother me. I'd stumbled in drunk later than this with Sophie the entire holiday, of course that was if she wasn't keeping me up with her hand down my pyjama shorts. Not that I was complaining, hell no! We'd managed to persuade my mum to go sit over with Sally and Rosie and the two seemed to be bonding extremely well over their favourite topic: ex husbands. I had seen the look of pure agreement, adamant almost, on mum's face when I walked past their chairs four rows back when I'd got up for the loo. Well as long as they were bonding while Rosie spent a ton of credit texting all the lads she'd met and was constantly being tutted at by the air stewardesses.

However, I was happy as me and Sophie were devouring our way through our in-flight meals and had been chatting and listening to her ipod now and then, making squeals of excitement when we both found a song we liked. Except now, the plane had died down and people had tried to get off to sleep as the shutters had closed and lights had dimmed. Every now and then the odd plane worker would come along with gross tasting water and offer those still awake it but it wasn't that often.

"So?" I asked finally as I pulled my hand away from Sophie's eyes and lowered the fork from her mouth. She chewed then swallowed, quirking an eyebrow at me as she thought.

"Pineapple?" She deducted. I began to laugh gently and gave her a nod of approval. She chuckled and tucked some hair behind her ear. "Your turn," She announced quietly, giving me the look that it was time for me to close my eyes. I did so and felt as she slipped the plastic fork from her hand. I didn't want to tell her but the only food we had left between us was a pack of butter, a cheese slice and a baked bean so it wouldn't be too hard to guess. However, an even easier and familiar feeling came against my lips and my smile broadened. She did have such soft lips. I heard a giggle escape her as she pulled back and slowly I let my eyes flutter open to take her in.

"Well?" She asked quietly, a glint to her eyes as she spoke. I smirked and leant over, taking her chin between my thumb and forefinger. My eyes darted between her own shining orbs and her lips.

"I think I might have to have another try," I breathed before tilting my head gently and capturing her mouth for a few seconds before pulling back and leaning onto my seat, chuckling lowly as Sophie just watched me. I suddenly had quite a wonderful idea and quickly looked up and down the gangway next to me. Rows of sleeping people and the sound of the kid behinds music playing in his headphones met my person. Safe, I concluded before turning back to my gorgeous girl. "Your legs look cold," I said quietly as I observed her long, shapely limbs emerging from beneath her shorts.

"I'm fine," She said in return, eyes widening at the proposition. I smirked and merely ignored her, leaning over onto the floor and pulling the blanket up and laying it over her lower body.

"No, really," I whispered before leaning over and kissing her beneath her ear. "You look like you need to be warmed up," I breathed, surprised at the huskiness of my own voice. She shuddered and looked at me. I could see she now understood and swallowed before leaning back a little more comfortably. I grabbed my own blanket and lay it over the armrest as well as my own lap. I moved forward and slowly and pressed a kiss to her neck and then her jaw then pulled back and ran her fingers down the brunette's arm. "Just try and keep it down," I breathed as her hand reached the end of Sophie's hand that was flexing on the fabric.

Giving her one final smirk and a kiss on the jaw my hand slowly slid beneath the blanket and Sophie's head tilted back on the seat.

I don't think time on a plane has ever gone so quickly nor have we recieved so many funny looks from air hostesses.

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