"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. The fasten seatbelt sign has been turned off again, so please feel free to get up and stretch your legs. We're currently cruising at 35,000 feet and approximate landing time at Charles de Gaulle airport, Paris in about two hours time."
"Thank god," Willow muttered, unfastening her seatbelt and exhaling slowly, "I hate turbulence."
"Yea, I noticed," Tara replied with a smirk, holding up her hand, nail marks indented in her palm.
"Sorry," Willow said sheepishly, realising she may have held onto the blonde's hand a bit too tightly, "Did I hurt you?"
"No," Tara shook her head, her smile turning more loving, "I'm fine."
Willow smiled back and nodded, before a stray thought lodged itself it her brain, seemingly out of nowhere, though if she had to admit it to herself, it wasn't completely out of the blue. The thought had occured to her before, but she suddenly felt very much like seeing it through. With that in mind, she leant into her wife and lowered her voice so only she would hear.
"Let me make it up to you."
Tara didn't hear the inflection in her wife's voice and just smiled gently.
"Sweetie, it's fine, you don't have anything to make up for."
Willow discreetly put a hand on Tara's thigh, gently squeezing it as she emphasised her words to ensure her wife knew exactly what she meant.
"But I want to make it up to you."
Tara looked confused at the tone for a moment before she realised exactly what the redhead meant and quickly looked around, making sure no one was listening to their conversation.
"Here?" she asked, unable to deny the thrill the prospect sent through her.
"Well not right exactly here," Willow replied in a whisper, nodding towards the back of the cabin where the bathrooms, "But it is our honeymoon. Come on, you've never wanted to join the Mile High Club?"
"I...I..." Tara looked behind her again before back at Willow, her eyes shining excitedly, "Really?
Willow grinned and jumped out of her seat, leaning down so her mouth was next to the blonde's ear.
"Left stall, one minute."
Tara gulped as she felt a light nibbling on her lobe before a rush of cold air hit her side when Willow scurried off up the aisle. She looked out of her seat and saw the redhead slip into the left stall and gulped, before moving to stare straight ahead of her.
She counted to sixty in her head, then as calmly as she could, unfastened her seatbelt and walked slowly up the aisle, trying to remain cool and collected, avoiding eye contact with anyone until she reached the stall and gave a small knock, being pulled into the stall and shoved against the door as it was still being closed.
"I want you so bad," Willow moaned as she slid the lock across the door, her hands instantly starting to unbutton the blonde's shirt, her lips attached to Tara's neck, "So bad."
Tara moaned and tilted her neck off to the side to give her wife more room, groaning loudly when the redhead began fondling her breasts through her bra, her nipples hardening against the fabric. She let the pleasurable feelings wash over her for a few moments before quickly switching their positions; their lips meeting heatedly as Tara undid the button on the redhead's jeans and pulled the zipper down, the garment falling down around Willow's ankles.
Tara moaned into the kiss and hooked her thumbs into Willow's panties, dragging them down until they fell naturally and pulled away from the kiss. Willow saw her wife begin to lower her body and quickly grasped onto her shoulders, pulling her back up with a shake of her head.
"No."
"No?" Tara asked, her already hazed-mind completely confused by the statement, "But you...you were the one who..."
"No, I want..." Willow started, trying to explain what she meant, but struggling as her exposed lower-half screamed for some kind of attention, "Don't want you on the floor. All kinds of...yucky..."
"Oh," Tara replied, shuddering as she realised she'd been about to kneel on the floor that had who knows what on it, "Right. Good thinking."
Willow nodded and there was a small awkward silence for a moment as they looked at each other before the redhead grabbed onto the back of Tara's neck and crushed their lips together passionately, her fingers deftly working to rid the blonde of her pants and panties. Just then there was a small amount of turbulence, which propelled them backwards towards the sink, but both managed to stay in an upright position as Tara gripped the sink to steady them both.
"We have to be qui–ohhh..." Willow didn't have to finish her sentence as Tara apparently had the same thought and had brought her spare hand down and starting circling the smaller girl's clit, "Oh baby..."
"Willow..."
Willow heard the almost desperate tone in her lover's voice and quickly brought one of her own hands down as well, moaning when the felt the copious arousal already present there and swiftly entered her with one finger. Tara moaned at the sensation and felt her breath hitch as Willow used her other hand to cup her ass and grind their hips together.
"Baby, we have to be quiet."
Willow's breathing was laboured as she struggled to keep her moaning under control as well, before she had an idea on how they could keep their activities hushed and brought their lips together again, instantly pushing her tongue past Tara's teeth and into her mouth where it started duelling with its twin. After a minute she felt her wife clench her muscles around her finger and took the hint to add a second.
Tara started pumping her hips faster at the inclusion of a second finger and dragged her own fingers down and thrust them inside. She felt Willow whimper into the kiss and felt her legs begin to shake so quickly moved her hand from the sink and wrapped it around the redhead's waist to keep her stable as they moved in and out of each other, each reaching the other's sweet spot as they both began curling their fingers.
It only took a couple of minutes of thrusting (the added vibrations from the plane only helping things along) before the beginning flutterings started around both girls fingers and their kiss slowed as they were both engulfed by the massive waves of pleasure until their lips were just resting against each other and their chests heaving as they fought to fill their lungs with air.
"Oh god," Willow whispered, pulling back completely and burying her head in the crook of the blonde's neck, "That..."
"Mmhhmm," Tara nodded, moving her hand from Willow's waist to her head, softly stroking her hair, "Wow."
"Yea," Willow agreed, "Very wow."
They stayed like that, quiet, for about a minute until Tara spoke up again.
"We should probably leave. People are gonna get suspicious."
"Right," Willow nodded into Tara's neck, before pulling back and gently extracting her fingers, "Okay."
Tara copied the motion and they both quickly got redressed.
"I'll go first," Tara whispered, doing up the top button of her shirt, "You follow in like a minute or so, okay?"
Willow nodded, grinning uncontrollably.
"I feel so naughty. Like I'm about to be called to the principal's office or something."
Tara giggled softly before leaning over for a quick kiss, then ushering Willow behind her and going to unlock the door, pulling it open just enough to get out, where she was met by a woman, waiting to go in after her.
The woman smiled at Tara and went to open the door again, so, thinking quickly, Tara moved them both so their backs were facing the door. The woman was completely alarmed and looked like she was about to yell so Tara backed off a bit and thought about something to say.
"Sorry," she said, wringing her hands nervously, "I just saw your earrings and I had to ask where you got them. They're beautiful."
"Oh," the woman breathed a sigh of relief before smiling almost cockily and bringing a hand up to hold one of her earrings, "My husband got them in Manhattan in a great little store on west 14th. They're real diamonds, you know?"
"Really?" Tara asked, at the same time as she heard the bathroom door open and Willow's head pop out. She motioned with her eyes for her to get out of there quickly while she continued to distract the other woman, "They certainly look it."
"Oh yes," the woman replied haughtily, putting a hand against her chest, "My husband does spoil me."
Tara nodded and glanced back again to see Willow was out of sight.
"Well sorry to bother you. Thanks!"
"Oh no problem," the woman replied as Tara started to back away.
Tara practically ran back to their seats, where Willow was already sitting, nervously tapping her feet.
"What was that about?" she asked as Tara took her seat.
"She was going to go in when you were still in there!" Tara replied, exhaling slowly as she refastened her seatbelt, "I had to stall."
Willow bit her lip as she contained a laugh and Tara glared at her.
"It's not funny! We were this close to being caught."
Tara held her thumb and forefinger an inch apart to indicate and Willow couldn't help the flurry of giggles that escaped her mouth. Tara had to concede that it was kind of funny after that and joined in the giggling until the man across from them cleared his throat rather loudly and they tried to contain themselves, though it just made them want to laugh more.
"I can't believe we really did that!" Willow whispered when they calmed down slightly, "On a plane! With hundreds of people separated from us only by a door about a centimetre in width! I mean, first in the yard and now this? Not forgetting a time or two in our misspent youth, but we're not kids anymore! We're turning into quite the exhibitionists."
"And don't forget the car! Cars!" Tara whispered back, hanging her face in her hands, before looking up, her eyes shining with mirth, "It was fun though."
Willow's eyes twinkled.
"Fun is an understatement. I almost fell over with pleasure a couple of times."
"I know," Tara grinned, before she scrunched up her nose when she remembered something, "Thanks for making sure I didn't get on the floor. I kinda forget where we were for a second back there."
Willow's eyes started shining and she moved a hand against Tara's hip, tapping the exposed skin between the hem of her shirt and the waistband of her pants.
"You'll just have to thank me by getting on your knees in the hotel room later."
"I think I can manage that," Tara replied, her grin getting wider, "If you can handle it."
Willow moved her hand to squeeze the blonde's hip completely.
"Well, I dunno, you do blow my mind...but I think it's worth a test-run."
Willow leaned over for a sweet, loving kiss as the same thought kept running through her mind.
What an awesome start to our honeymoon.