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Chapter 5: Mile High Club

With the intense kissing going on, there was a knock on the door that almost broke the kiss and we just started at the door. "Sir, are you alright?" it sounded like a flight attendant. You know how flight attendants seem to have that same voice? Well we both went quite with our lips half parted from each others.

"Sir?" she repeated a little more worried.

"I'm fine," he said hastily, breaking the kiss fully. I wanted to burst out laughing. He glared at me. OH! that glare was so familiar. Maybe all vampires have that annoyed glare, taught in vampire school, of course.

"Umm….alright." she said unsure from the other side, totally oblivious.

I was about to say something, as my legs slid from his waist, but covered my mouth and just stared at the door. After a few moments, he slowly took his hand off my mouth and look back towards me. I wanted to die of laughing, and tried to hold it in. So I ran out of options and just leaned into his chest, clenching onto either side of his shirt and began to smuggle my laughter. I heard him sigh and waited for my episode to be over.

After a minute I pulled back to be met with his glare. I wanted to into a laughing hysteria all over again. I bit my lip to hold laughter. He got hold of my wrists that were still holding on tightly to his shirt. He slammed them into the wall. He almost seemed serious, because there was no trace of humor. He then slammed a kiss onto my lips and pulled back. I was in shock and in sort of a daze just looking at him. He smirked because he knew he had caught me off guard.

I leaned in a kissed him back. The force of his hands around my wrists hurt, but I shoved that out of my mind. He moved closer towards me, pressed against me once again. His hands slipped from my wrists and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He felt me up with his wondering hands that went up my shirt.

I leaned in so my head was resting on his shoulder so I could catch a breath. He continued to kiss me along my jaw line, grabbing me forcefully around the waist and pulling me into him.

His hands traced to my jeans and undid the button. I followed his lead, caught in such a moment. I traced my hands down his sides and undid his button to his jeans as well.

He got my pants down to my waist while I struggled with his. I could feel him smile as he kissed me against my cheek, and he helped me out a bit.

When my pants were down to my ankles, he hoisted me up, that my feet slipped out of them. My legs wrapped around his waist as he continued to kiss. He pushed me hard against the wall. He kissed me deeply and while doing that, he slammed into my entrance. I gasped in his mouth. I felt a small amount of pain, and he kept me there, unmoving. He kissed me on my ear, whispering for me not to move. I whimpered only slightly.

I was getting fucked by a vampire and I didn't even know if it was my vampire. I mean Michel isn't my vampire parse, but still. I knew him. What if I didn't know this vampire? Of course I didn't. The only vampire I know is Michel. But, you get what I mean.

He soon moved and got out of my entrance, only to trust back into it again. But this time, I had a wave of ecstasy take over my body. He kissed me deep on the lips while trusting into me. In and out.

In the middle of this, apparently, we forgot we were on an airplane, because we hit turbulence. He is a vampire, but he was caught by surprise. He tumbled backwards and I went with him, our bodies and lips still connected.

We fell to the floor, my head close to the toilet. That was too close for call. After a few moments of the rough turbulence, it passed over.

I looked down at him; he was staring back up at me. He took hold of my waist and rolled me to the side before I could protest. He kissed me deeply on my lips when he had gotten me on the floor and he was on top of me.

When I tried to sit up from this very uncomfortable position, it's an airplane bathroom, they're small; he pushed me back down by the shoulder.

After letting him kiss me some more in this position, I finally protested and pushed him off, not that he couldn't stop me. He didn't though. He leaned against the wall in a sitting position, waiting for me to say whatever it was that I had to say.

After I caught my breath I finally managed out in a demanding, stern voice, "Are you, or aren't you Michel?" I asked, giving the name a French accent, just like he had when he had told me his real name.

He smirked at me after a moment, "Why?" he asked amused, "Is that the one who told you vampires exist?"

I looked at him, stunned slightly, but then regrouped, "That's not the question. Are you or aren't you him?"

He smirked at me again, amused, "Why, do I remind you of him?"

I rolled my eyes frustrated, "Once again, not the question. You're frustrating."

He just smirked at me. He stood up and took hold of me, jerking me up as well. He turned me so my back was facing the wall that I was originally pressed up against.

He pushed me up against it and kissed me again, holding my wrists in front of me.

I turned my head away from his kisses and he pulled back looking at me, slightly shocked at that. "Tell me!" I demanded.

He then replaced his slightly shocked look with an amused look. "You're no fun when you're demanding, Kerry."

"Is that so?" I asked sarcastically.

He smirked at me and I turned to look at him again. He came in slowly and kissed me on my cheek.

"Are we done here, mon cher? Or shall we continue and I'll tell you later who I am."

I studied him for a moment, "If you walk away now, you'll never know who I really am." I sighed in defeat.

I kissed him before he could do anything else that caught him by surprise slightly. I smiled slightly, biting my lip.

I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him. I whispered, "I hope you're Michel."

I knew he could hear it. I could feel him grin as he kissed my neck.