"Todd Manning get off of me!" Blair demanded as soon as she woke up and realized what was going on.
Half asleep, he opened his eyes and saw practically naked ex furiously getting dressed while she tossed his clothes at him. "What? What did I do this time?"
"You know very well what you did."
"I wouldn't be asking if I knew now would I?"
"You want to know? I'll tell you what you did. You took advantage of me. You knew I was scared that I was going to die and you used it as an opportunity to get down my pants, when you damn well know that you're the last person I want to sleep with."
"So is it the sleeping or the sex you're mad about? I'm confused." Todd remarked as he started to dress.
"Todd! You know I would never have slept…screwed you if I hadn't thought that I was going to die. And this is your jet. How do I know that you didn't have the pilot shake it up?"
"Oh yes, Blair. I'm that smooth that I created turbulence just to get laid. That's pretty good; I ought to add it to my repertoire."
"Don't make fun of me. And I know you knew what you're doing. You always do. You want me and you would do anything to get me back so don't tell me that this wasn't part of some grand, sick scheme," Blair pouted.
"A, someone thinks highly of themselves. And B, what makes you think that I wasn't scared too? As it happened I myself had flashes of my own life before my eyes. And they weren't pretty. You were scared, did it occur to you that I might have had my own shit to deal with too?"
Blair stopped. "You were scared too?"
He looked away. "A little. Yeah."
"Todd, I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"There's a lot about me that you don't know."
"You're right. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I was just mad about what happened and I took it out on you. When I guess the person I should be mad at is myself. I could have stopped it but I didn't. I don't know why I always let you get to me but I do. Don't worry, Todd. It won't happen again."
"That's good. Because you know how much I hate having sex with you."
Blair looked at him. "Are you making fun of me?"
"No. I'm serious. I can think of a thousand things I'd rather do. Cut my own foot off. Get the electric chair. Plant a garden. Anything but taking you in my arms and getting it on." He looked at her so intensely it sent chills down her back.
"Well that's a good thing mister because it's not going to happen again."
"Good. Because I don't want it."
"Good," Blair smiled.
"Good," Todd agreed.
As Blair turned around in her seat, facing the window, Todd smiled to himself. He knew that he would have her again, one way or another. It might take some time, some talking and some planning, but there was no doubt Blair would be his again. They would be together again by the end of this trip- even if it killed him.