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The plane rumbled down the runway a few minutes after the pair boarded the plane and took off into the air. The lushness of Costa Rica slowly faded into the distance as the plane lifted above the clouds. Settling into the comfortable chair Sig began to look around. The plane was incredibly well appointed and even included a few large couches. The flight attendants were completely invisible, one moment a drink was empty the next full. The farther the plane flew from Costa Rica the happier Natalie became, Sig contributed it to moving farther from her family and the constant flow of champagne slowly filtering through her body.
"Fancy a snack?" she asked.
"Sure" said Sig.
Natalie opened the bag Regina had packed for them and pulled out the food. Plates magically arrived at their elbows and Natalie dished out. Regina has packed a feast of curry, pork loin and a variety of salads. The small plates were loaded with food and a delicious bottle of wine arrived with two glasses.
"You look happier" said Sig.
"That's because I am" said Natalie.
"I'm not much a wine drinker, but this is amazing" said Sig taking a drink of the wine.
"Only the best" said Natalie sarcastically.
"Who's plane is this?" asked Sig.
"It's my mother's" said Natalie. "My father has one that he uses for business and I think Nicole may have one so she can travel in style to and from her gigs."
"Wow" said Sig.
"Don't get caught up in it" said Natalie. "I try not to."
Sig's eyes cast around towards the back of the plane where he noticed a small pull out style bed.
"How many people have joined the mile high club on that?" asked Sig.
"I don't know" said Natalie. "A few."
"Do you know what the mile high club is?" said Sig.
"It's when you shag in a plane" said Natalie simply.
"Your British is showing" teased Sig.
"It will for a few days but then it will go back to my American accent" said Natalie.
"I like your accent" said Sig.
"You should learn english then" quipped Natalie.
"It's like talking to Mary Poppins" said Sig.
"Mary Poppins? That's the best you could come with" said Natalie with a shake of her head.
"To be fair, I'm a little tired" said Sig.
"Oh yeah. No mile high club for you then" said Natalie closing her eyes.
"I'm not that tired" said Sig hopefully.
"To late, I'm sleeping" mumbled Natalie through closed eyes.
Sig huffed a little and sat back in his seat. Natalie watched through slitted eyes and valiantly fought to keep from laughing at his petulant attitude.
The decent into SeaTac airport was slightly harrowing, the cross winds were fierce and the pilot fought to keep the plane steady. Neither Natalie or Sig noticed because they were both fast asleep. The bump onto the runway jostled them into waking. Natalie stretched lazily and glanced out the window, only to be greeted by sheets of rain. An instant smile spread across her face.
"Why do you look so happy?" asked Sig.
"It's raining" said Natalie gleefully.
"It's too bad we had to leave Costa Rica" said Sig. "The weather was much nicer."
"I'll take rain over hot any day" said Natalie.
"Your coats" said the flight attendant as the plane came to a stop.
"Cheers" said Natalie, causing Sig to give her a sidelong glance.
The small door of the aircraft opened and the frigid air swirled into the plane. Natalie pulled her jacket around her tight before walking down the steps. Sig followed. The ground crew quickly covered the pair with umbrellas and led them into the hangar.
"The car is ready to take you."
"Thank you so much, for everything" said Natalie with a smile.
She placed a handful of bills into the man's hand and walked towards the limo. She and Sig settled into the plush seats and a moment later the car was moving.
"Do you mind if we just go to my house?" asked Natalie. "I'll drive you home later."
"That's fine" said Sig.
"Great, that way I don't have to try to figure out how to give directions to a place I've never been" said Natalie her voice edged with exhaustion.
The car cut through the mounting traffic with surprising ease. Natalie hadn't given the driver directions and Sig realized that she either often travelled with the driver or the man was psychic. He wanted to ask Natalie but he found her dozing in the seat beside him. He studied her for a moment, noticing how young she looked in sleep, her face smooth and no worry lines marred her forehead. The time in Costa Rica had been an eye opener for Sig. From the outside the life of the Moore family looked like such a charmed one but in reality it was far too complicated for his tastes. After a while the car began winding it's way up through Natalie's neighborhood. As if sensing she was close to home Natalie slowly roused herself. The car pulled into her drive and stopped. The door opened and Natalie and Sig got out. Again Natalie thanked the driver, pressing a few bills into his hand before rolling her own suitcase to the door.
The house was pleasantly warm when the pair entered. Sig followed Natalie into a small foyer and they removed their coats. Natalie moved through the house checking on her plants and half glancing through the mail. Sig seemed at a loss of what to do, so he took a seat at the small bistro table in the kitchen and just watched Natalie go about her business. She put away the cell phone she'd carried on the trip and took out another one, which she immediately powered on. Sitting down next to a small telephone table she listened to her messages, carefully writing the details on a small pad of paper. Taking a moment she pulled a large calendar out of the desk and thoughtfully looked at her schedule for the following few days. Sig was impressed by her organization. He was also hungry. Knowing she hadn't been home for over a month he figured her fridge would be completely empty, but needing the satisfaction of knowing for sure he decided to investigate. As he figured the fridge contained only a bottle of white wine and a six pack of beer. Helping himself to a beer he sat back down at the table wondering idly which take out places delivered to this part of town.
"Are you hungry?" asked Natalie.
"A little" replied Sig.
"I'll whip something up" said Natalie turning to the pantry.
In the blink of an eye a pot of water was boiling on the stove and a jar homemade tomato sauce was being slowly warmed. Natalie sliced a few olives and tossed them in the pot. Ten minutes later two steaming plates of pasta sat on the table along side a delicious bottle of red wine.
"Wow" said Sig in astonishment. "That was impressive."
"Thanks" said Natalie blowing on her pasta.
"Did you make this sauce?" asked Sig.
"Yes, I canned it" said Natalie.
"Why?" asked Sig.
"Because I like homemade sauce but don't have time to make it every single time I want it" said Natalie.
"You must have a lot of time on your hands" said Sig.
"Not really, but I make time for what's important to me" said Natalie.
She sipped her wine and watch Sig inhale the plate of pasta and serve himself seconds. It was nice to see her food enjoyed by another person. She felt like you can only praise your own cooking so many times because you sound like a braggart, even if it's only when alone.
An hour later Sig's eyes began to droop. Natalie was still going about her business with no real notice of what Sig was doing. Eventually she stopped with a huge yawn and took stock of her situation. Suddenly realizing that Sig was half asleep she judiciously moved them upstairs. Sig sat heavily on the bed and began pulling off his shoes and socks without even cracking open an eyelid. Natalie had stripped out of her clothes leaving a trail of them leading to the bathroom. The sound of water running roused Sig from his exhaustion induced stupor. He stood shakily and walked slowly towards the bathroom. He pushed open the door and was greeted by a billow of steam. The giant room was carpeted with the same plush carpet as the bedroom. There were 2 sinks and a separate vanity table. A large raised bathtub was the focal point of the room, it was situated next to a picture window. A frosted glass shower sat in a corner at least Sig was fairly sure it was frosted glass, it could just be filled with steam. Natalie was rinsing her hair, completely oblivious that Sig had entered the room. Before Sig could react the shower turned off and Natalie emerged naked and dripping.
"Oh, hey" she said slightly surprised.
"I" began Sig, but completely ran out of words.
Natalie's skin was pink from the hot shower and the small rivulets of water rolled down her body drawing attention to the valley between her breasts and her smooth belly. The moment was broken when she grabbed a towel and began drying herself off.
"If you want to shower or something help yourself" said Natalie. "I'm exhausted but I needed to shower. Traveling always makes me feel gross."
Sig decided on a shower. He stepped into the stall and turned on the water. It rained down on him pounding away the muscles aches and pains. He washed his hair and body mechanically as he closed his eyes. Rinsing himself quickly he shut off the shower and stepped out. A towel was sitting on the heated towel bar and next to it was a fluffy white robe. Sig slipped into the robe and walked into the bedroom.
The lights were all off except for the one on the side of the bed. It took Sig a minute for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He took a few steps towards the bed and stopped. Natalie was laid face down on the bed, she was completely naked and her skin seemed to be glowing in the low light. Sig dropped his robe on the floor next to the bed and slipped into the bed. The feel of the sheets caused Sig to moan at the feeling of the fabric against his bare skin.
"Oh my God, this is amazing. What is it?" he asked.
"It's silk" muttered Natalie, her head stuffed into her pillow. "Go to sleep."
Sig snuggled into the soft sheets and draped his arm over Natalie's prone body before promptly pulling her towards him. Natalie rolled into the dip in Sig's body and settled back into sleep. Hours later Sig awoke to the feel of a warm mouth closed over his cock. The tender sucking was bringing him close to orgasm and he felt his breath catch in his throat. His hands dropped to Natalie's head and tugged on her hair, detaching her mouth from him. She crawled up his body and kissed him. He pulled her higher so he could test her readiness. Feeling her moisture he lined himself up and pushed home. Natalie sat up and began to bounce herself up and down. She worked hard, her leg muscles tensing as she lifted herself almost all the way off before slamming back down. Her pace was frantic and Sig placed his hands on her hips in an effort to slow her down. He wanted it to last as long as possible. Natalie's hair fell over her face and her pace faltered as she tried to move it.
"Getting tired?" asked Sig.
"No" said Natalie.
"Too bad" said Sig as he tried to flip her over.
Natalie squeezed her thighs together preventing Sig from gaining the momentum he needed to roll them over.
"Come on baby" said Sig.
"Uh uh uh" said Natalie shaking her head. "I'm in charge."
"Fine" said Sig.
He placed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. Natalie smirked at his attitude and vowed to make him suffer for it. She slowed her pace and rocked her body slowly, dragging her clitoris against Sig's pubic bone. She could do this all night and keep herself on the brink of orgasm but she knew it did very little for the man underneath her. After a few minutes Sig's eyes snapped open in annoyance. He studied her face for a moment before reaching down and grabbing her butt. He squeezed it hard enough to make Natalie shift forward. Once she was off balance he flipped her over and started to pound into her. She moaned in a weak protest which quickly turned into one of deep pleasure. The pace quickened and Natalie slipped her hand between them and manipulated herself until she was pulsing around Sig. Their co-mingled gasps of pleasure filled the room before Sig collapsed on the bed. Natalie promptly rolled over and went back to sleep. Sig watched her breathing slow and then surrendered himself to the land of nod.
The light filtered through the window brightening the room despite the lack of sun outside. Sig blinked a few times before reaching out for Natalie. He found her side of the bed empty. He got out of bed and donned the robe she had left for him. Sig wandered downstairs, surprised at how warm the floors were. He padded through the doorway and was stopped immediately by the sight of Natalie in the kitchen. She was wearing her fluffy robe, it was open showing a pair of underwear and a tank top underneath. She was leaning over her counter intently studying a newspaper with a pencil she repeatedly twirled around her fingers.
"Good morning" said Sig, his voice roughed from sleep.
"Hi" said Natalie softly. "Do you want something to eat?"
"Sure, but you didn't have very many food choices last night" said Sig. "But I'm up for more pasta."
Natalie gestured to the counter where a few boxes of food were stacked.
"When the hell did this get here?" asked Sig.
"It was delivered this morning" said Natalie.
"That was fast" said Sig.
"Not really you are just fifteen minutes away from saying good afternoon" said Natalie. "So do you want breakfast or lunch?"
"Breakfast, I'm starving" said Sig with a smirk.
Natalie moved to the fridge and pulled out a pound of bacon and a container of eggs. She pulled out a skillet soon the kitchen was filled with the smell of breakfast cooking. Fifteen minutes later they were sitting at her small table eating bacon, eggs and potatoes.
"This is delicious" said Sig.
"Thanks" said Natalie.
"What time did you get up?" asked Sig.
"Around 9, the food was delivered at 10:30 with a newspaper and I've been working on the crossword puzzle ever since" replied Natalie.
"Need some help?" asked Sig.
"Sure" said Natalie sliding the paper over to him.
She poked her yolks and carefully slid the perfect amount of each type of food onto each forkful. Sig found himself staring at her, completely forgetting the puzzle in his hands.
"Too hard for you?" asked Natalie shaking him from his appraisal of her breakfast eating.
"Yeah" said Sig.
"I'm surprised, I thought for sure you'd get at least the fishing ones" said Natalie snatching back the paper.
"What fishing ones?" questioned Sig.
"Too late" said Natalie bouncing off of her chair.
Sig scrambled after her and caught up to her in the foyer as she tried to dash up the stairs.
"You are way too fast" said Sig.
"Clearly not fast enough" said Natalie with a smile.
"Give me back the puzzle" said Sig.
"Here you go" said Natalie handing it back.
Sig walked back into the kitchen and settled into his seat. Natalie scooped up the plates and quickly washed them before pulling out her laptop and calendar. She and Sig worked in companionable silence until Sig triumphantly slammed the pencil down.
"Done" he said proudly.
"Great job" said Natalie.
"I can't remember the last time I've actually finished one of them" said Sig.
"Well that's great, although to be fair you really only had like six clues to work on" said Natalie.
Sig sat on the bed watching Natalie sort through her clothes. He had no idea how many clothes could fit into a suitcase but yet she just kept pulling stuff out. He'd followed her around the house for part of the afternoon before taking a nap on her plush couch while watching football. He wondered when she would take him home, he secretly hoped she would forget. The time with her in her house and together in Costa Rica seemed unreal. Once he left the house, the confines of her life, Sig wasn't sure he'd be invited back in.
"Hey, do you mind staying another night?" asked Natalie after she moved her suitcase into the closet.
"Sure, I'd love to" said Sig.
"Thanks, it's been exhausting today and I just want to cook a yummy dinner and watch some of my recorded shows" said Natalie.
"What if I erased them?" asked Sig nervously.
"Then I'll make you entertain me for the rest of the night" said Natalie.
Sig got up and headed towards the door.
"Where are you going?" asked Natalie.
"To erase your shows" called Sig.
Natalie chased him down the stairs showing him just how fast she could go. The night ended with them both falling asleep after a night of pleasure and trashy tv shows.