Chapter 23 - Clouds

I'd never seen anyone go such a painful shade of white than Marcus went as we left the ground. He gripped my hand for dear life and as we levelled out I placed his hand in my lap while I cuddled against his bicep, running my hand up and down his chest; half to comfort him, half to cop a feel of his ripped arm.

Once we'd settled into the flight, he calmed down a bit. "OK?" I asked.

"Yes! A lot better." He audibly sighed and smiled at me. "Thank you, that helped."

"Welcome." I returned a smile of my own. "I guess it's something you just get used to."

"It will get easier I'm sure." He swallowed hard. "You tired?"

"No. I want to talk with you."

"Uh-oh!" He said but with a smile this time.

"Nothing like that! I just wanted to go over some rules." I shrugged my shoulders and rest my head back onto his shoulder.

"Rules huh?" He looked inquisitively surprised.

"Small ones." I said softly. He was so comfortable to lean against and smelt so good.

"Like the loo seat, toothpaste, farting? Things like that?"

I grinned to myself. "No. As were both in the public eye I think it's important we keep our private life behind closed doors."

"I'm not going to sell you out if that's what you think!" He teased.

"I didn't mean that. I mean no blabbing to the band about our bedroom activities. Speaking of which...Do they know about me yet?"

"Err...No. I said I had to fly out to visit a sick relative."

"Oh." I did my best to try to hide my disappointment.

"I am going to, tomorrow. Today I want to spend with you, not those idiots!" He screwed up his face and placed his arm behind me, like he had in the car.

"Ok." I carried on, completely under his spell. "No fighting, no drugs and I need pleasuring daily."

He laughed out loud. "I think I can do that. Is that all madam?"

"I think so, for now at least." I looked up into his dazzling eyes.

He silenced me with a soft kiss.

"Oh, there is one more thing!" I said pulling back and lifting the armrest up and folding it away from between us.

"Here we go! What?" He asked suspiciously rolling his eyes.

"I am most definitely on the pill, so you can throw away those condoms!"

"Thank The Lord for that!" He said moving towards me again. "They waste far too much fondling time."

"Is that right?" I said kissing him with a smile.

"Mmm." He said with his mouth pressed to mine. He tilted his head away from me to gain depth and I was gone. Away, dancing in these clouds that surrounded our jet.

"We will be descending into New York in 10 minutes Ms Austen; can I get you a drink?" The cabin crew lady said.

"Oh, can I just get a diet coke please?"

"Certainly, and for you sir?" She blushed turning her gaze to Marcus.

Why was she blushing?!

I growled at her inside my head.

"Water please?" He swallowed nervously.

"No Problem." And she wandered towards the rear to ask Tasha and Sam.

"Bitch!" I spat a little louder than anticipated.

"Pardon?" He flicked his head to me in surprise of my outburst.

"She was totally checking you out! Did you not notice?"

"No!" He looked hurt. "I don't bother looking anymore, I have all I need. Besides, you failed to notice Tim Fucking Ford totally trying to enter your dress last night."

"He was not! Wait?! Are you jealous of Tim Ford?" I guffawed.

"Are you jealous of that stewardess?" He said a little louder than me.

"Yes!" I freely admitted.

"So am I!" He agreed and we both laughed.

"Thank you!" He said out the blue.

"What for?" I looked puzzled.

"Making this flight actually bearable."

"There's nothing to worry about, besides if it were to go down, least I'd die happy." I tittered.

"True!" He nodded in agreement.

The bitch stewardess returned with our drinks and as Marcus saw her coming he leaned into me and kissed me hard and hot on the mouth while holding my chin still.

Fuck that was hot!

"Ahem!" She coughed to grab our attention.

"Oh! Sorry." He broke away and grabbed our drinks from the tray she carried. She looked flustered and carried on past with Tasha's drinks for her and Sam.

"You totally did that on purpose!" I tapped his thigh.

"She deserved it! I'm nobody's but yours." He chinked my can of coke with his water bottle.

"I'll remember that when I see Tim next." I giggled.

"You'd better, or the fighting rule will be broken straight off." He joked.

"Good job my next film isn't a sequel with him then." I opened my can and sipped it.

Man I was thirsty!

"Am I allowed to know what it is about or not?"

"Of course you are I have no secrets from you." I grinned sipping my drink again. "I'm filming for Warner films, it's a cop movie."

"Ooh! Can you bring your costume home?" He had that sexy look in his eyes again.

"Naao!" I squealed as he bit my neck playfully making me spill my coke down my skirt.

"Shit! I'm sorry!" He brushed it off quickly.

"Good job its black!" I laughed. "That's twice! First my Gucci and now this!"

He giggled. "I'm so sorry!"

"Don't be silly, or I may have to arrest you!" I wagged a finger at him playfully.

"Shit, in that case!" He went for my can again.

"Naaao!" I squealed again batting him off.

Marcus coped with the landing at JFK a lot better than the take off, and we quickly made our way with security to the VIP lounge to wait for our cases.
Marcus handed me his passport and said. "Hold on here a minute." and he disappeared out the door to the VIP toilets.

Tasha took the opportunity to approach while I was alone."What the hell were you two up to on the plane? People were trying to sleep you know! Do I need to remind you there was a bedroom at the back?!" Tasha chuffed.

"Then you two should have used it! We weren't up to anything. He nudged me and I spilt my coke all over me."

"Whoops!" Sam chuckled.

"Nah! It's fine."

Marcus reappeared looking sheepish and adjusting his flies. "What?! When you gotta go, you gotta go!"

We got our passports back and security gave us the nod.

"Let's go." I said smiling.

"Straight through everyone, no stopping." The buffest guard said.

We had no intention too, we wanted to go home.

As predicted cameras flashed as we exited the arrivals channel. All the jeers and shouts were of the same subject. Marcus lagged behind walking with Sam while I walked in front with Tasha. We got straight through to another waiting limo. The different driver to usual opened the door and we all piled inside. The boys left the cases beside the car for the driver to put in the boot.

We were finally on the last leg home and I yearned for my bed.

Though possibly for more ways than one.

A.N - Hey! Firstly let me apologise for my absence. Work has been hectic and ive just not had time. I really want to get this story finished though. So i'm back to wrap up the last few chapters.

Secondly thanks for reading. Let me know what you think?

Thanks again to My on-call beta TwihardTillI Die. x